Chapter 345 The Feast Is Hard to Come Back (3)

For the nobles of Efta, the ultimate purpose of this dinner is obviously to resolve the conflict between them and Angmar.

In fact, for any duke's territory, internal "contradictions" always exist, but as far as other dukes in the kingdom are concerned, it is difficult for the nobles under their rule to unite to rebel...

It’s just that the situation in Efta has become a bit special: Angmar has almost lost self-awareness for five consecutive years, and Francis is just a mediocrity. He has hardly improved the construction of the territory. Most of the lords in the territory gradually lost confidence in the Luciferon family.

However, after the death of Francis, Angmar, who regained power, ignored the fact that the territory's finances were weak, and forcibly issued a war preparation order—this was almost the straw that crushed their confidence at the last moment, making most of the nobles stand on the opposite side of the Duke .

The reason is simple: the actions of the duke have caused a financial crisis in the entire Efta, and the troops sent around have also made most of the nobles feel a sense of crisis... so there is only one choice left for them: to unite and force the Angmar stopped what they considered "out of bounds".

"So you can ignore the enemies at the border and coerce me to compromise?"

There was not much expression on Angmar's old face. He was holding a black cane and standing straight in front of the three lords—Mulsa, Bogli, and Gruul. Except for Viscount Juan, these three They are the biggest nobles who clearly oppose Angmar, and just now, they finally had a real "confrontation" with Angmar.

"This is not coercion, we just want you to see the situation clearly."

"Angmar, you're old, look at the decisions you've made—don't you want to watch Efta disintegrate?"

"The matter on the border only needs to be resolved by the local lord. Didn't we solve the things that happened at the beginning of the year?"

Saying these words at the banquet is basically equivalent to slapping Angmar's face directly... Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, what they said is correct: something happened on the border, and these nobles went to the border to support the Duke's summoning order, and then The problem is solved, and everyone is happy.

But actually? Only the troops of Angmar and Rody can really solve the problem and face the enemy

And this group of noble lords just took their own group of peasant soldiers for a show from beginning to end. They didn't do anything, but they wanted to boast that the credit was all their own.

Faced with all kinds of "persuasion" from these lords, the Duke of Angmar originally wanted to say something, but after scanning for a week, he smiled helplessly... He knew that his decision would encounter great resistance, but he didn't think about it. But now such a storm has been brewing.

The fact has always been in front of these people: the orc wolf cavalry has repeatedly invaded, and none of the undead Magda, Ansadin, and Bellom are good. If it weren't for Rody, half of these nobles in front of them would be dead. to suffer unimaginable losses.

But what Luo Di did was too "in place"—because he solved the enemy time and time again, and blocked the crisis time and time again, so that these nobles didn't realize what kind of enemy they were facing, and only thought that everything was a trivial matter .

Because of this... Rody's hard work has not earned the respect of the nobles, but their selective neglect and ingratitude...

Angmar sighed inwardly, he overestimated the awareness of these nobles and underestimated their selfishness.

Looking at the five lords who were the only ones who were willing to stand firmly on their side, this old man who had experienced the prosperity and development of the Karen Kingdom felt a little desolate: when the kingdom was unified, the beliefs of those nobles were only more than seventy years old. Years have almost disappeared... The glory, dedication and sacrifice of the past, now almost only remains selfishness.

"Angmar, take a step back, we are all easy to talk to, such a stalemate is not good for anyone."

If you really have the slightest sense of crisis, why would you still gossip here?

Faced with the collective censure of these lords, Angmar sighed, and then said slowly: "To make today's decision, I think you have already made a choice—you chose to believe in Juan's promise, but you are unwilling to think about it carefully. That's why I did it, right?"

Angmar didn't lose her composure in anger, but just asked the question calmly.

"This is a choice that each of us will make, and it has nothing to do with Juan. Angmar, you wouldn't make such a decision when you were young

Several lords obviously did not want to admit the fact that Viscount Juan joined them, but Angmar didn't intend to pursue it, just nodded blankly, and continued to ask: "I would like to know, would you like to join my banquet? To bring so many private soldiers, are you prepared for the worst?"

Having said that, the lords have already sensed that something is not quite right—the current situation is very clear, Angmar is alone, and only five lords with little power in the territory are willing to support him. If any conflict broke out, Angmar would be alone, with no chance of winning.

But the old man in front of him really doesn't look like he is in a weak position...

At this time, the venue has become quiet, only the band is still playing the music hard, there are very few people on the dance floor, and although the lords chatting quietly around are trying to cover up the fact that they are eavesdropping, they float over from time to time Their gazes betrayed the tension and apprehension in their hearts.

The moment of showdown has arrived.

The seemingly chatty conversation fell silent because of Angmar's rhetorical question. The three lords did not answer, but Angmar closed his eyes on his own, as if waiting for something...

Soon, heavy footsteps came from outside the quiet venue.

The nobles at the scene turned their gazes, and there was an instant uproar—two knights who were nearly two meters tall were stepping into the venue in the back garden... and behind them were church members in black robes.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

At the banquet scene, there was a lot of noisy discussions at first, but when the two knights approached, the voice seemed to be suppressed, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, even the band stopped playing—

The oppressive feeling brought by the metal armor is doubled by those gorgeous aristocratic clothing. The iconic figures of Titus and Wellington Knight made their identities immediately recognized, and this scene also makes the original The nobles who were already relaxed suddenly became nervous.

The two remaining armies of the Duke of Angmar suddenly broke into the venue in full armor, and people seem to have smelled some blood...

"Angmar, what are you trying to do?"

The expressions of the several lords were obviously not as relaxed as before. They stared at the immobile old duke in front of them, unconsciously, they no longer had the aggressive aura they had before.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who does things indiscriminately without evidence. You should be very clear about this."

The duke slowly opened his eyes. Although he was old and frail, the sharpness in his eyes was real. His words clearly meant something, which made the faces of the three lords tremble...

The young people may not know it, but they do know that the Angmar used to be by no means the current state of being bullied and not fighting back. Fourteen years ago, when the nobles in the southwest of the territory rebelled collectively, what did Angmar do?

All they can recall seems to be the word "bloody".

It is because of the lingering fear in their hearts that they now choose to "press each other with force" instead of "to add swords to each other".

The Duke's decline and his old appearance have made too many people forget his former sharpness—but at this moment, it was just a simple sentence, and the chill in it made the corners of the eyes of several lords twitch...

The two knights, Wellington and Titus, did not wear heavy plate armor, nor did they wear weapons around their waists. They just casually picked up a box and came to the center of the venue. After saluting silently, they put the wooden square box on the At the table beside...

"I know you've been wondering what Wellington and Titus are doing recently, so now I can briefly talk about what they have been doing these days."

Angmar didn't look at the box, but stared at the three lords with unsightly faces in front of him, and continued: "The attack on the border at the beginning of the year not only involved orcs, but also undead. In the pursuit of the traitors in the territory who have colluded with the undead—you should know what happened in Keig Town, Captain Roddy helped me solve a lot of scum that should be cleaned up, but obviously this is not enough."

It sounds like these topics have nothing to do with the nobles in front of them, but when the name "Roddy" was mentioned, many people still narrowed their eyes slightly, and Quentin and the others who were already approaching held their breath slightly.

"It doesn't matter what you do in your own territory. I won't interfere, because you will always be a nobleman under my rule. But if you collude with undead or orcs, or become lackeys of heretics... secretly plotting rebellion, it can only be me enemy."

Several lords frowned—everyone thought of a less optimistic possibility...

"If you and I only have interests, then we can sit at the negotiating table and have a good discussion, just like the current situation. There will be differences, but they can all be resolved on the table." Angmar tapped his cane and walked to In front of the dining table, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the wooden box, "But if you become my enemy, I'm afraid... I have nothing to say."

He randomly opened the wooden box, causing the bloody smell to disperse suddenly...

In an instant, the entire meeting place seemed to be covered with a cover. At first, there was an extremely suppressed silence, as if you were holding your breath—then there was a neat gasp, and then... the ladies and the girls uncontrollable scream

Inside the wooden box was the bloody head of Viscount Juan.

Angmar turned around blankly, looked at the nobles with different expressions in front of her, and said calmly, "Traitors, die."