Chapter 811

With a crisp sound, Loren only remembered to feel a pain in his cheek.

When she looked up again, she only saw Charlotte's face as if it were frost, and her round eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Dang --!"

Under the girl's black gold lion shawl, a bright dagger came out of its scabbard; The whistling sound of the sharp blade heard the black haired wizard stand upside down.

The next second, the dagger had stabbed him in the face!

With a startled look, Loren almost instinctively reacted; The left hand turned over and lightly stopped Charlotte's wrist. At the same time, the palm held back and pushed the sword tip aside.

It's not dangerous, but in such a sudden situation, Lauren, whose body has not recovered, wants to control her strength and try not to hurt her. She really needs to concentrate.

"Tut!"

The Countess of red blood castle, who failed to hit, flashed a trace of anger in her eyes, but she didn't give up at all; As soon as he raised his left hand, he immediately exposed the sleeve sword under his wrist and stabbed it at the black haired wizard's throat.

Loren, who had no time to dodge, had to step back, and his right hand had been pushed towards Charlotte's wrist; The right foot took the opportunity to step and stopped in front of her knee.

As expected, the inexperienced countess's footwall trembled. The black haired wizard who seized the opportunity immediately butted her two wrists, kicked over the chair and directly pressed her on the round table in the round table hall.

"Pa --!"

With a dull sound and a sudden tremor, Charlotte's upper body was pressed on the table by the black haired wizard, such as the waterfall's long hair, and the rapid gasp could not calm the anger in her pupils.

"What are you doing?!"

Loren didn't dare to let go. The strength from her hand told him that Charlotte hadn't given up.

"Kill you!"

The countess stared, gnashing her teeth, struggling desperately, and kicked her feet back and forth.

"Why?! er... I know I may have done a lot of wrong things. In some cases, I made my own opinion a little before I had time to discuss with you... But it's not so far?!"

"You know, you still know?!" Charlotte's voice trembled.

"Yes, I know I'm wrong. I'll apologize to you with the most sincere attitude now - as long as you can calm down, don't be so impulsive, let me do anything and punish me, OK?"

"Fuck you!"

Charlotte pounced forward suddenly and fiercely. Taking advantage of the surprise of the black haired wizard, she pointed the sleeve sword at his neck again.

"Poof --!"

The arrow is off the string!

Loren stared in amazement. His eyes locked the dark shadow coming towards his neck. His muscles tightened immediately... He leaned back and dodged with the greatest strength.

In an instant, the sound of the arrow tip tearing the air echoed in his ears like the death knell.

"Bang --!"

The black haired wizard lay on the ground, his right hand pressed on his throat.

Charlotte slowly got up from the table, looked at Loren on the ground in amazement, and looked at the sleeved sword (hand crossbow) with arrows out of its sheath on her wrist. She was still in shock.

The next moment, Loren, lying on the ground, got up tremblingly, his bloody right hand clutching the crossbow and arrow, and the tip of the arrow was close to the flesh between his neck.

It's only a millimetre away.

For a moment, the round table Hall fell into a dead silence.

Silent Charlotte pulled a chair and sat down angrily.

After repeatedly confirming that she would not rush up again, the black haired wizard also got up; But he still watched carefully, standing about three steps away from Charlotte.

The atmosphere was freezing.

"Yes, sorry..."

After a long hesitation, Loren spoke slowly.

"Excuse me?" the sneering Charlotte opened her mouth, stared at him with a pair of eyes, and made an undisguised mockery in her words: "you are the hero who saved Boye, saved the Empire and captured the silver helmet mountain. Our Duke... What are you sorry for?"

"I..."

"Do you understand?"

Charlotte, who was hysterical, interrupted him directly, and her slightly trembling eyes were suffused with water: "how much effort should we pay to stabilize this newly unified Byrne, to maintain the relationship between us and the Yunling Kingdom, and the heavenly palace?"

"I understand." Lauren sighed, "little Yod told me. He said you..."

"You don't understand!"

Charlotte clenched her teeth and turned pale to the extreme: "if you knew, you wouldn't be arbitrary on the front line! All you knew was to send back one letter after another, send bad news one after another, and tell me that Qianzhang city was surrounded, Duke Boyi was defeated miserably, and failed to attack yinhelmet mountain..."

"I can only bear it, even if I pretend to laugh; because the Byrne people are watching, the dwarf messenger is watching, and the empire is watching! I can't let them know that the Duke of Byrne has died!"

"You have conquered the silver helmet mountain and created a feat that the knight kings of all dynasties have failed to achieve. What a prestige... But the price is the border of Chen Bing in Yunling kingdom. The dwarf supreme king even listed you as a mortal enemy. The war is imminent!"

"You promised to discuss with me and decide how to end the Centaur war, but in the end you sent the letter on your own; most of the Empire was in panic, and the church kept shouting in the sky palace to set up a heresy court in Bain!"

"And the disgraced Prince... Do you really think others are fools and only you are smart? When Byrne's supplies arrive at Qianzhang City, the people of the whole empire will know what's going on, and the dispute between the crown prince will be completely exposed!"

Charlotte smiled, but smiled bitterly: "I haven't seen it very clearly before, but now I understand... Loren Turin, when you do what you think is right, you won't consider other people's feelings and opinions."

"In your eyes, as long as the result is good, everything else doesn't matter. Let others think... Right?"

Lauren looked at her, looking at the pupils with increasingly obvious water light, pale complexion, bloodshot eyes, and obviously emaciated body... She couldn't say a word.

"You have found a turning point in the war. You have seized the best opportunity. Even if you are in danger, you have to attack the enemy and save it. Bet on all the chips in your hand. Then you win."

"But have you ever considered whether Byrne can afford to pay for such a victory?" the countess's voice choked and her eyes looked disappointed:

"Isn't the end of the black Duke enough to teach you, or are you a madman who worships him as a hero?"

Charlotte clenched her teeth, tears had slipped across her cheeks, and her shoulders trembled.

She suddenly stood up and turned away, leaving only Lauren's trembling back.

The black haired wizard calmly raised his head, with a heavy expression: "Charlotte, I..."

"Loren! Turin!"

The countess turned abruptly, her red eyes staring at him on her tearful cheeks, gnashing her teeth:

"My! Duke! My lord --!"

The sound of tearing heart and lungs echoed in the hall.

"Have you seriously thought about it when you think you are right to protect others, win victory by any means, bet everything and your own life again and again..."

"... how worried am I about you?"

Suddenly, the pupil of the black haired wizard shrank.

The hall was silent again.

The two people who looked at each other stood less than three steps away from each other, but they seemed to look at each other from a long gully.

"... sorry."

When I say the word again, it seems like a century has passed.

The calm black haired wizard raised his head and looked into her eyes: "I know it's not enough for you to forgive, but... I hope you can accept my apology."

"Apologize?" Charlotte sneered and said faintly, "I don't need your apology, and you have nothing to apologize for - this is Byrne. In Byrne, the winner doesn't have to accept any criticism."

"Besides, what if you apologize? You will still do it next time. You still don't care about other people's thoughts and eyes, what risks you are facing, and what these mean."

Lauren, who was silent, frowned slightly.

"You are no longer just a caster, a wandering knight or wizard adviser, Loren Turin," she whispered. "There is no only a close friend standing behind you, but an entire principality."

"Being the Grand Duke of a country means that you can no longer escape or even go your own way in the face of a crisis; the act of gambling your life to fight seems brave, but it is the most irresponsible act of governing your people."

"Yes, just like the black Duke... Roland Turin." Charlotte said coldly: "as a Byrne and Turin, I respect him and admire heroes like him. I can sacrifice my life to save the Empire, even if it is not understood by everyone."

"In this way, he is worthy of the name of Turin and can be called a model of Byrne knights, but... As the Duke of Byrne, he has hardly any qualified place!"

"Obviously, there are so many opportunities to resolve discord and so many ways to resolve disputes, but we have to choose the simplest and easiest way to intensify contradictions; we must rely on war, Duel and show his heroic spirit; we never make any explanation, and we will not be understood and even betray our relatives!"

"Did he die of being stigmatized and misunderstood? No! He died of conceit, of arrogance, of his incompetence as a Duke!"

"Such a hero, let me look down on!"

Charlotte stood in front of the black haired wizard with her lips tightly closed and her complexion was complex. There were still indelible tears on her face. She looked at the black haired wizard calmly:

"If you are still willing to follow my advice, if you haven't completely become the next 'black Duke'... Try and learn how to become a qualified Duke of Byrne."

Although it was still a cold expression, there was still a trace of prayer in the weak tone.

The dark haired wizard was silent, but his mood was extremely complicated.

Should I confess all this to Charlotte.

If you don't say it, the contradiction you don't understand will only get deeper and deeper; But if you tell her... Will the consequences be more serious?

Will his decision have long been expected by the "black cross" serliol?

"Pa --!"

The door was pushed open.

"Excuse me." with steady steps, Charles's voice sounded: "count, and... Duke Loren."

The silence was broken in an instant.

Loren and Charlotte immediately separated and turned their eyes to the steward of red blood castle.

"Charles, I didn't say..."

"Special situation, count." the dignified red blood Castle housekeeper stopped and glanced casually at the messy hall, the countess with messy hair and tears, and the black haired wizard holding a crossbow and arrow.

With a slight eyebrow, he covered his expression: "you told me ten days ago that if eboden's guests arrived, we must inform you immediately - if the Duke has returned, inform the Duke."

"On balance, I decided to carry out the priority order."

Eboden's guests?

There was a flash of confusion in Loren's eyes... He heard from Joad that Charlotte was going to join hands with wizard tower to resist the pressure from the church, but it was too fast.

"The combination with eboden, we started to do it the day after you set out. We only achieved a little result two months ago."

Charlotte, who noticed the expression of the black haired wizard, snorted coldly and showed a mocking color: "why, do we have to wait until the Duke gets into trouble and find a way to solve it?"

Lauren coughed awkwardly. "So... What did eboden say?"

At this moment, Charlotte just got back the posture that the Countess of red blood Castle should have, with her head slightly raised, solemn and dignified and generous: "eboden... To be exact, it should be the nine pointed star wizard tower who accepted our invitation and was very happy to do so."

"On the one hand, the reputation of the church has been severely hit recently due to the pre imperial trial and the blood church incident. The wizard tower is suffering from the inability to seize the opportunity to expand their power and influence;"

"On the other hand, it's the first time for a Duke like you who came from the wizard class in 12 generations... Under the combination of the two, of course, they can't miss such a good opportunity, but..."

"However, neither the wizard tower nor eboden can directly negotiate with Byrne in the open. The joint efforts of the eastern and Western principalities are tantamount to challenging the bottom line of the Empire."

Charles took Charlotte's words and continued: "the covenant between the two sides can only be made in private and in ways that will not disgust the Empire."

Lauren agrees with this; After seeing the reactions of Brandon and Charlotte, I really can't continue to challenge the nerves of the heavenly palace.

"So the wizard tower thought of some other, reasonable and more legitimate ways to promote bilateral friendship and exchanges; in this way, even if the Holy Cross Church has objections, they can't accuse anything on the face of it."

"For example?" Lauren raised his eyebrows and looked at his expression. There was always a bad feeling.

"For example..." Charles paused again and looked straight at the black haired Wizard:

"Choose a wizard consultant for you."