Baron Cannan on the stage naturally saw it clearly, and his face suddenly swelled purple. He stared at Richard fiercely, and if his gaze could kill, he believed that his gaze had pierced Richard's heart countless times. But Richard didn't look at Cannan at all, but turned his head to search for the council's seat, and when he saw Fenrir, the Earl of Silver Sword, he showed a cold smile.

Earl Silversword, an old man with gray hair, happened to be looking at Richard as well. When he saw Richard's sneer, Fenrir suddenly shivered, and his face couldn't help but change greatly.

At this time, Kannan on the stage had entered the final stage, and said in a loud voice: "I ask the Council of Lords to confer the title of Duke of Richard to match the glory of the Akmund family on the floating island!"

As soon as this mention came out, the council hall was surprisingly quiet. All whispering stopped, and countless eyes were focused on Richard to see how he responded.

The older nobles knew what was going on, at least a little bit of what was hidden beneath the water's surface, and understood that it was not Kannan's good intentions. However, this little conspiracy seems to be of little use, except for adding a little disgust to Akmund. But no matter how easy it is to see through a conspiracy, it is also a conspiracy. Now it's up to Richard to deal with it, if he doesn't handle it well, Akmund will lose points.

Richard stood up and walked to the podium, seeing that Cannan had no intention of giving up the podium, so he waved his hand, and with a muffled bang, an invisible force knocked Cannan ten meters away.

Shocked and furious, Cannan shouted hysterically, "You have used force in the Holy House of Lord......s! You ......" Before he could say anything, he was forced back into his stomach by a cold gaze from Richard.

There was a commotion between the House and the nobles who were in attendance, but it was not Richard's arrogance that was being discussed, but the way he had just blasted Cannan away. Richard was still a few meters away from Cannan at the time, and with a wave of his hand, Cannan flew out. However, that kind of power is not like magic, nor is it like simple fighting spirit, but it has the nature of both. There were many strong people among the councilors and bystanders, but for a moment they couldn't tell what ability Richard used to shoot Cannan away. However, it has already been seen that Richard's simple wave of his hand has no warning at all, and the trajectory of the swing is clear and smooth, and there is no superfluous movement at all. It's pretty scary.

But all veterans who have been on the battlefield know that the most terrifying thing is this kind of enemy whose movements are simple and direct, and there is no drag. This kind of enemy has come out of the sea of corpses and blood, and it doesn't take a second knife to kill people at all.

For a time, Richard's achievements on the battlefield of the Peerless Domain were remembered by many people.

By this time Richard had already ascended to the podium, stood still, looked around, and said, "Distinguished councillors and nobles, I think Baron Cannan has a very good point, and I am selfishly in agreeing with his opinion. As a floating island, I can't be honest about it, but Akmund doesn't have what it takes to be a duke for the time being. However, this was only temporary, and soon Akmund would be able to meet the requirements of a duke, including territory, wealth, planes, and constructed knights. Therefore, if the noble members of the House of Lords are willing to give Akmund this honour in advance, I will gladly accept it. If the House of Lords refuses to make an exception, it should be. But ......"

Speaking of this, Richard paused deliberately, and waited for the entire House of Lords to be quiet before raising his voice and saying, "No matter what decision the House of Lords of the House of Lords makes, even if Akmund does not get the title of duke this time, I will do my best to fulfill the obligations of the Floating Island family." Beginning with Charles the Great, the nobles of the Holy Alliance have been constantly fighting to win one territory after another from foreign tribes, which is also the noblest way for nobles to obtain territories. Therefore, I hereby declare that Akmund will also join the ranks of the sages and open up territory for the Holy Alliance! and Akmund's goal will be the vast territory west of the Alliance, and the advance of Akmund's troops will reach the ocean!"

The lion finally showed its fangs! Many councillors thought so, but fortunately, the madmen of Akmund had turned their butcher's knives at the enemy outside the alliance this time, which was better than the previous civil wars. Gordon was a war maniac, and so was Richard. As for the West of the Alliance, it doesn't matter what is there at all. Even if it was a thousand miles of fertile soil, as long as it could attract Akmund's attention. Moreover, the western part of the Holy Alliance is mostly a series of rolling mountains, and it is the territory of all kinds of strange and powerful alien races. It's useless to fight this kind of place, so it's better not to fight.

But Richard's comet-like rise shows that he is not a fool. Anyone who thinks this way will not end well, just look at Mensah, Joseph and Schumpeter. So the parliamentarians waited patiently, they knew that Richard would have something to do.

Richard smiled charmingly and said in a pleasant soft voice: "But the present territory of Akmund does not border the western frontier, and in order to continue the war, my army will need to pass through the territory of several noble nobles. The intended route of the march will pass through the domains of the following nobles, Viscount Trun, Baron Ebik, and...... Count of the Silver Sword. Once again, I would like to express my highest gratitude to Baron Kannan for reminding me of the glory I must strive for as a nobleman of a floating island. ”

The entire House of Lords was silent. Baron Cannan was dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by an extremely angry roar: "I object!"

All eyes were on the councillor's seat, where Fenrir, the silver-haired Earl of the Silver Sword, stood up and pointed at Richard, furious!

"Our territory of the Silver Sword does not allow any army to pass through!" the old and sturdy Earl Fenrir roared and shook his fist vigorously as a sign of resolve.

Richard looked at Count Fenrir with a smile and said, "So, the Silver Sword family just doesn't want Akmund to get the dukedom?"

Count Fenrir opened his mouth wide and was stunned, and said, "Of course not! I just don't agree with your troops passing through my territory." ”

"A very good reason!" Richard smiled and said seriously, "But how can I get to the western border without the territory of the Guò Silver Sword family?

Count Fenrir blushed and said angrily, "You can get guò from other people's territories!"

"This is the construction proposed by Baron Cannan, I don't pass from your silver sword, where did I pass from?" Richard asked rhetorically.

"Cannan is Cannan, Silver Sword is Silver Sword!He has nothing to do with the family!" Count Fenrir grew louder and louder.

Richard's smile gradually retracted, and he said lightly: "Who believes that dogs have nothing to do with kennels?"

"You!"

Ignoring Count Fenrir's protests, Richard stepped down from the podium, walked directly in front of him, reached out and patted the count on the shoulder, and said, "Akmund's army has been assembled, and the route has been determined. I don't need to ask for your consent on which route my army is going to take. ”

The count's face turned from red to purple and from purple to white, and before he could protest any more, Richard suddenly burst into a bright smile and said, "What are you worried about? My troops will not do anything to you, we are just passing by, passing by!"

Just passing by!

The Count was speechless, and looked around as if asking for help, but no one answered. Several of the parliamentarians seemed to be about to make a move, but when Richard's gaze swept away, they sat back down without saying a word. Now it's clear that Richard will target whoever comes out on top. Everyone in the House of Lords knows that they can never win a debate, it is the army that wins. In the face of Richard's looming threat of war, there were really few who dared to take it.

Fenrir hurried away with a dead face, apparently to rush back to the territory to deal with Richard's "passing by".

Richard let the Count go, and no longer looked at Cannan, but returned to his seat. At this time, the representative of the Wellingburg family next to him turned sideways to Richard and asked with a smile: "Akmund can't really just pass by, right?"

Richard laughed and said, "Just passing by...... That's it!"

The Earl of House Wellingborough smiled, and stopped asking. When it comes to this, even a nobleman can understand it.

At this time, the bell in the House of Lords rang, and a group of knights entered the House of Lords, escorted a team of * officers into the meeting hall, and sat down on the high platform. All the nobles below the baron in the council hall were invited out of the hall. In the next trial, only the viscount was qualified to observe, and the decision to convict was concentrated in the hands of the floating island tycoons.

A moment later, another group of knights escorted Marshal Rundstead up to the high platform and sat down opposite a row of officers. The marshal is still a legendary powerhouse, and even if he is convicted, he must be courteous.

Marshal Rundstead had been on the battlefield for a long time, and as soon as he entered, the murderous intent filled the entire parliament hall, and the temperature plummeted several degrees. All the nobles stopped laughing and talking, and looked at the marshal quietly with different expressions.

Richard was also staring at the marshal. I haven't seen him for a long time, but the marshal is still a soldier like iron, and he has his own fierce slaughter between his gestures, and the long investigation and trial have not been able to polish his edges and corners in the slightest. Richard had fought alongside the marshal, and naturally knew his terrible power in his heart. Although there are also legendary powerhouses hidden in the dark town in the council hall, Richard has no doubt that if Rundstead really wants to exert his power, he can kill all the judges in an instant, and even the entire council hall will not be able to escape a few people. At most, the legend of Zazhen can play a role in containing zuò.

Rundstead has been able to sit in the capital of the town for decades, and it will not move, how can its strength be comparable to that of ordinary legends?

But the old marshal sat peacefully in the dock and allowed the judges to go through the trial process one by one, without any sign of any abnormality. Richard suddenly had a strange feeling, feeling that those judges were simply looking for death, and they dared to provoke such a strong person. And those who are ready to vote for condemnation are no better than those judges, like a flock of sheep judging lions in a serious manner.