"Well, thanks for the reminder!"

Downton nodded, he was too young to fall into a trap if he wasn't careful.

"You're so polite!"

Although it was just a simple conversation, Downton, both in appearance and conversation, made diplomats feel good, and it is not difficult to understand that Princess Sissi likes him.

"This is a rising star!"

Diplomats have seen a lot of so-called genius young people, but there are only a handful of them who can compete with Downton, "He should be a genius of Woodford's level!"

Dupont, the unlucky guy who was killed by Downton, the diplomats have excluded him.

"Prepare well, the council will start the day after tomorrow!"

After leaving some of the information behind, the diplomat took his leave and left.

Downton stood by the window, looking at the busy street, lost in thought, before him, the diplomat of Saint Laurent and the emissary of the Guise family appeared, the latter naturally in order to get closer, by the way, to form an alliance, to be a trading partner, to get a piece of the foreign trade of the natives of the hills and the sunset savannah, as for the former, he said nothing, more as if to observe him.

"Who is it?"

Downton can't think of anything to do with Saint Laurent, except for Twilight, who she knows, and although she doesn't say it, she is indeed a citizen of the Twilight Empire.

It's rare to be quiet these days, but Downton didn't go to play, but has been meditating, he thought that until the council was held, no one would come to look for trouble, but he didn't expect that just after noon, someone knocked on the door.

"Where's Downton, let him out!"

The man who came had a beard and a fierce attitude, and next to him stood a tall and thin man, who was also unruly. Behind them, a detachment of high-spirited guards.

"Can you call the master's name whatever you want?"

Jackson rushed out as soon as possible, took out his crossbow, and was ready to shoot at any moment.

"There's really not much talent in Frankfurt, even ghouls can come out and shout, Templars. Purify it!" snapped his fingers, and immediately a knight in white armor stepped out behind him, and drew his sword as a blade of light, and shot at Jackson.

Jackson is too lazy, but in the last battle Downton killed a lot of high-level demons, and after eating those brains and part of the heart, it also rushed to the peak of the judgment's strength, although it is still garbage, but it will not be killed by miscellaneous fish casually.

Jackson deftly dodged. The trigger was pulled.

Whoa!

Burst of crossbows.

The Templar turned on the shield, but the next moment, his face changed drastically, as the crossbow bolt exploded directly after hitting the shield.

"Demon Breaker Burst Arrow?"

The Templars tried to defend again, but it was too late, and the crossbow bolts shattered the shield and pierced through the armor. Nailed to his body.

Poof!

The knight spurted blood and fell to the ground.

"Now it's your turn!"

Jackson aimed his crossbow at his beard. His face changed suddenly.

"I'm Samosai's envoy, and you dare to kill me?"

The beard yelled.

"Ahh Downton walked out.

"Downton, that's how you discipline your subordinates?"

The tall and thin man questioned.

"Where did you come from, a cat and a dog?"

Downton frowned.

The doors of the hotel were opened, and the envoys of the various countries who lived here came out, observing the conflict with interest.

"Do you want to meet our Samosai soldiers?"

The beard growled. His face turned red with anger.

"And our Gwent!"

Skinny tall supplement.

"Isn't there going to be a sword soon? Are you here to let me kill the sacrificial flag?"

Downton's indifferent question caused an uproar in the audience, and no one expected that he would not leave any face for the other party.

The bearded and the tall and thin man looked at each other, they were a little dumbfounded, they didn't really want to come, but the news of the prince's cripplement spread loudly, they had suffered a lot of shame and white eyes in the past few days, if they didn't make some indications, they would be considered weak and bullied, and lose their international status.

They had a good idea, they came to Downton to shout righteously, and then left, anyway, they didn't suffer any losses, but they didn't expect the other party to be so unreasonable, they were just stunned.

The two envoys didn't even think about it, after all, the opposite side was the Scepter Rank, and it was the inheritor of the Barbarian King Tanan.

"Why don't you speak?" Downton snorted, "you came to the door, wouldn't it be the pestle that used it as a stake?"

"Sacrifice the flag, then kill!"

The tall and skinny man was sure that Downton was bluffing.

Downton raised his finger and shook it, and Jackson immediately aimed his crossbow at him.

Shout!

Crossbow bolts are fired.

"Help!"

The tall and thin man couldn't be calm anymore and shouted, but fortunately, the guards behind him stepped forward in time to block the arrow.

Poof!

The tall and thin man who was almost killed trembled in fright, but he didn't hold on, and fell to the ground, his pants wet.

"Male, it's actually used up!"

Jackson cursed, threw away the empty receiver, reloaded it, and then pulled the crossbow machine to wind it and aimed it at the tall, thin man.

"We are the envoys of the two countries, and we have come to participate in the Northern Council, and if you kill us, Saint-Gertland will not let you go!"

The tall and thin man couldn't hold back and roared.

The onlookers all laughed dumbly, don't look at the angry man who said it, but the subtext still depends on the prestige of Saint-Gerdland, and it is a shame to do so.

"I'll give you one last chance, get out or die!"

Downton was too lazy to argue with this waste.

Jackson demonstratively raised his crossbow bow, in fact, this guy is very cunning, even if the arrow just now is not blocked by the guards, it will only be shot by the scalp of the thin and tall man, killing the messenger This kind of thing is a bit big after all, but he still frightened these two people, no way, who made Downton's previous lawless watch too dazzling.

"Wait, our army will definitely set foot in Frankfurt!"

The two messengers departed in a gloomy manner. Not only did he not get his face back, but he lost his face and became the laughing stock of the whole city.

At this point, Downton's reputation rose to a higher level, and the entire royal capital knew about this young man.

"He is worthy of being the inheritor of the barbarian king, and the barbaric and vulgar are incomparable!"

"Native duke? It's so apt, that guy is a turtle, and he doesn't have any aristocratic temperament!"

"It's a shame to let this guy into high society!"

The aristocracy was either jealous and hostile to Downton, or indifferent to him, but the commoners, who had no stake in him, had a good impression of him because of his grassroots rise. Then the night before the parliament, new news came out.

"What? That Notre Dame de Paris was written by Downton? Is there any mistake? Isn't he a commoner who dropped out of school? And this kind of literary literacy?"

"It must be someone ghostwriting!"

But the people of the Toffee Opera Company said that this was definitely Downton's work, and that the next few operas to be staged were all written by Downton. ”

It's impossible for civilians not to discuss it, because in recent days, along with Downton, there is also the Toffee Opera Company.

I first met Downton in the royal capital of Frankfurt. Because of her relationship with Elaine, Madeleine received several classic scripts from Downton. After the change, the effect was very good, and it gradually stood out from the third-rate opera company.

This time in Xueman, Madeleine made a detailed plan and let it go, the first day. She found the owner of the largest opera house in the royal capital, and spent what is said to be an astronomical amount of money to charter this royal opera house called Holy Light Minor for half a month.

Usually, the people who come here to watch the opera are aristocrats, and a ticket costs hundreds of gold coins, which is enough for half a year's salary of the commoners. So even the locals never came in.

Madeleine took advantage of their curiosity and attracted a large audience by entering the ticket for free.

While satisfying his curiosity, the commoner found that the repertoire was really superb, and the male lead actor was actually an ugly undead abomination, which was simply a subversive technique, because no one had ever done this in the history of opera.

The classic repertoire, no matter what time it is placed, is full of rendering, and Notre-Dame Cathedral has undoubtedly earned enough tears from the audience, and the fame of the Toffee Opera Company has begun to resound in the royal capital.

After seeing Downton become the talk of the town after dinner and his popularity soared, Madeleine took the opportunity to promote Lipton as a screenwriter.

Can you imagine that an indigenous duke is a talented screenwriter?

Admission was free anyway, so more people flocked to the opera house to see if what the indigenous duke had written was as rubbish as, but after seeing it, they were conquered by the opera.

The owner of the opera house will regret his death, if he wants a share of the tickets, how much money will he make from it? But he thought that Madeleine was just a rich second generation who threw money, after all, he had never heard the name taffy.

The owner offered to charge for the entrance fee, but Madeleine drove the dog away.

"The head of this regiment doesn't want money, just fame!"

The dream that has been waiting for many years is about to come true, and Madeleine is already red-eyed, and whoever dares to stop it will be killed!

In Madeleine's crazy encore, the fame of Downton and the Toffee Opera Company began to complement each other, and they soared like a rocket!

There were so many people attending the parliament that the king set the venue for the meeting in the Cathedral of Toledo, and early in the morning, the people who lived on this street saw a procession of luxurious carriages coming, and the big people who were not usually seen appeared, which was simply an eye-opener for them.

The envoys marched forward, each with their own guard of honor, all of whom were carefully selected soldiers, tall and large, and their armor polished brightly, looking full of majesty.

One national flag after another is waving in the wind, even if it is a third-rate country, it has not lost much momentum at this moment.

"Look, that's the Native Duke!"

"Which one?"

"Riding that four-hoofed fire, it seems to be the one called the Hell Nightmare War Horse!"

"I'm Deboro, I'm so young!"

The onlookers saw Downton walking by, although they were mentally prepared, but they were still shocked to see him so young......!