In an instant, the faces of the great nobles of the local sect became very exciting, and the black dragon laughed directly.

At this time, the nobles found that the 'Duke of Black Dragon' was still sitting in the chair, did not stand up with the great nobles, and laughed at the local nobles, which made them fall into confusion and incomprehension.

Duke of Black Dragon...... Isn't it a great nobleman of the local faction?

The nobles thought of a fact that frightened them, the head maid did not make a clear statement, it was the black dragon who was doing things from beginning to end, and it was known that the head maid was the actual manager of the Sad Wind Lord!

It may be that this suffocating fact is too terrifying, and many local nobles who are still waiting and watching cannot accept it.

They didn't beg Krylov III for mercy, they were different from those 'wall grass', because they thought that Duke Gyeopy was also on their side, and the strength of Grief's Leader was strong, as long as Grief Leader joined, then this matter could be resolved, plus the 're-election of the king', the stability of the kingdom would be broken, and they might be further promoted.

But what they didn't expect was that they thought that the Duke of Black Dragon and the head maid were just calm, but they didn't expect that the Duke of Sorrowful Wind was actually not sent by their local area!

The faces of the local nobles and the rebellious royalist nobles were very wonderful, but Cervantes's attention was not on them, he looked at Count Ben, at the four great nobles from the locals, and at Krylov III, thinking that the maid really did not lie to him, and there was really a good show to watch.

"Count Ben......" Duke Valho's face was gloomy, and his voice squeezed out between his teeth, "do you know what you're talking about?"

Count Ben shook his head and pretended to sigh: "Duke Valho, of course I know what I'm talking about, but in fact, I have been on His Majesty's side from the beginning, but I didn't expect you to be so brainless, and you haven't been able to find out that I'm undercover, it's really disappointing." ”

Clenched his fists, the green tendons on the back of his hands jumped violently, Duke Valho took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head to look at Krylov III viciously, and gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, I forgive your majesty for not being able to accompany you!"

Krylov III smiled and replied: "Adolf, go slowly." ”

"Humph!"

Duke Adolf Valho kicked over his chair and walked out of the chamber.

After Duke Valho left, the Marquis of Elfaro sighed, shook his head, and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has retired first." ”

Another local nobleman left the council chamber, but at this time, the local nobleman calmed down.

They watched the two remaining local nobles retreat one after another, watched the departure of the two nobles with a calm and frightening gaze, and then watched the door of the council hall quietly close......

The nobles turned their eyes to Krylov III, and then they heard their King Majesty say: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen and understood it. That's right, there will be a war in the kingdom, and whether it is a 'crusade against the faint king' or a 'traitor rebellion' will depend on the outcome of this war, but it doesn't have much to do with you. ”

"Now, your identity is still the same, but you have lost 'everything'!"

"Tell me—"

Krylov III opened his arms and shouted: "What is your choice!"

The nobles clasped their chests with their right hands, knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads and said in unison: "Your will—my majesty!"

Krylov III took a deep breath, a look of intoxication flashed in his eyes, and muttered: "Sweet taste ......"

Then, he looked at Cervantes and Serena and asked with a smile, "What do you two think?"

The black dragon looked at the maid, and after a moment of silence, the maid said slowly: "It is impossible for the Sad Wind Leader to participate in the civil war - this is something that the old duke specially mentioned. ”

Krylov III opened his mouth and nodded: "Well, it does have the style of Lord Duke Morrigues. ”

"But ......"

Krylov III was stunned for a moment, and laughed with the maid.

The maid paused and said with a smile: "We can support you from other aspects, such as the restructuring plan, tax rectification and other issues, we can all support, but about the war...... I can't give any opinion!"

The maid's words made Krylov III frown, he thought it was just 'not allowed to participate in the civil war', but he didn't expect that he couldn't even give an opinion, did the old duke specifically order it?

I don't know very well, but since the 'head maid' has already said so, he can't have any opinion.

Of course, the old duke did not say so, and the statement that 'the sad wind leader will not participate in the civil war' was made up by the maid, but it is really in line with the old duke's character and style, otherwise the maid would not say so.

Only then did the nobles know that 'the Sad Wind Leader would not participate in the civil war', and they didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or how, in short, their feelings were very complicated.

Duke Black Dragon and his head maid had just come to see the show—once they thought that the Grim Wind Leader would not participate in the civil war, such an idea suddenly popped into their hearts.

The maid stood up with a smile and bowed to Krylov III, "Then Your Majesty, we will retire first." ”

Krylov III looked at the chief maid, suddenly sighed, shook his head and said, "Go!"

Cervantes squinted at Krylov III, curled the corners of his mouth, and left the chamber after the maid.

The corners of Krylov III's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

After walking out of the council hall, the maid counted in the black dragon's ear: "You said you, what are you angry with him? Do I look like such a kitsch person? He has ideals, and for the sake of ideals, he is willing to marry and have children with a woman who has nothing to do with him, is it so fun to find a block in his heart?"

The black dragon tilted his head to the side and did not speak.

The maid sighed, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about you, so be it!

Cervantes opened his mouth to say something, but felt that the abyssal aura he had felt last night had reappeared, and it seemed that it was not far away......

The Marquis of Elfaro stood in front of the palace gates, and beside him stood the Marquis of Lesinger and another great nobleman.

"You must remember that you have made it clear that in the council chamber, Krylov III did not name you and did not let you stay, so you should know his attitude. ”

The Marquis of Elfaro's lips opened and closed, and the subtle voice became very clear when it fell into the ears of the two great nobles.

"You have no way back, Krylov III will not tolerate a traitor, and we are also the 'source of the decay of the kingdom', even if you surrender, you will still be liquidated by him afterwards. ”

Marquis Elfaro glanced at them indifferently, "That's all I have to say, it's up to you how you choose, so do your own thing!"

With that, the Marquis of Elfaro, supported by his attendants, stepped into the carriage and left the palace.

The Marquis of Lessinger and the other nobleman looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, got into the carriage and left the palace worriedly.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and the carriage of the Marquis of Lesinger and another nobleman was blown into the sky at the same time, and the guards pointed the tip of their spears in that direction in horror.

The commoners and clerks standing outside the palace gates shrank their heads, and then someone curiously looked over to take a look......

Smack!

A piece of minced meat fell in front of him, and the dead coachman's eyes widened as if he were looking up at the sky, as if he were staring at the civilian.

"Ahh

The civilian's scream seemed to knock down a domino, and then a scream followed!

The Marquis of Lesinger gasped and sat on the ground without an image.

He sat limp next to the crowd, his heart beating wildly, leaving his face bloodshot and his face flushed.

Almost!

He almost died!

He didn't die because of a spell on his body, which kept the spell of [Flash].

He didn't die, but another great nobleman should have died......

Who is it?

Krylov III or Marquis Elfaro?

Was the Marquis of Elfaro trying to frame Krylov III, or did Krylov III use his inertial thinking to make him suspect the Marquis of Elfaro?

Or is it ...... Is this the Duke of Valho doing the hell?

The Marquis of Lesinger trembled with anger, and now he didn't believe anyone!

He had to find out who was trying to kill him!

"I'm the Marquis of Lesinger, tell my butler to pick me up!"