Bang! *
As Count Morrison's body fell to the ground, everyone in the venue seemed to have reacted.
Cries of shock sounded everywhere.
Murder!
Moreover, the one he killed was a count!
The Knight Of Kahn, whose face was covered in blood, had a calm expression.
It was as if he had just killed a chicken.
Completely ignoring the strange gazes around him, the Knight Of Kahn calmly sheathed his longsword and returned to his seat.
Colin looked at him, feeling as if he had become a completely different person.
The coward who hid in Fallen Eagle City and did not even dare to enter the battlefield had now become a ruthless thug who killed without batting an eye.
However, Colin was not surprised.
Cowardice and brutality, two seemingly unrelated extreme personalities, were actually twins.
A normally cowardly person, once forced into a desperate situation, would erupt with brutality that would often make people gasp in amazement.
Moreover, Colin had already realized it.
In fact, Knight Kahn had already run out of options.
When Kahn was the first to stand up and angrily rebuke Marquis Charles, asking him to give up his title to atone for the deaths of his soldiers, he could not turn back.
The Su Duo family could only walk this path to the end.
If he could not make the duke bow his head this time, or even change to another duke, then perhaps Count Oman could still protect himself, but the Su Duo family would definitely become the target of the duke's anger.
Thinking of this, Colin could not help but sympathize with this pitiful fellow.
After all, he was just a small pawn that the old fox, Count Oman, had pushed to the front to test him.
But now, he had really become a small pawn that could only advance, not retreat.
The thick smell of blood filled the entire venue, causing everyone to feel uneasy.
"Continue." Count Oman ordered the attendant holding the parchment.
"Yes." The attendant immediately passed the parchment to the next lord.
Count Morrison's corpse was left lying on the ground, unattended by anyone.
Fresh blood slowly flowed, and the scene became even more solemn.
After seeing the consequences of not signing, the lords behind naturally did not dare to object and all signed their names.
Soon, the attendant arrived in front of Colin.
Colin looked at the paper and pen in front of him and sighed in his heart. He could only obediently sign his name.
There was no other way. If he didn't sign it, he wouldn't be able to walk out of here alive.
Kahn probably couldn't wait to kill him.
Finally, the signing was completed.
Apart from Count Morrison, who had already turned into a corpse, all the nobles present signed their names on the parchment.
At this time, they were all in the same boat.
As for whether this ship would sail to the sea of stars or sink halfway to the bottom of the sea, that would depend on the arrangement of fate.
"Very good!" Count Aulman stood up and received the signed parchment. "Next, I will arrange for someone to deliver this petition to the Duke Of St. Hilde. Today's meeting ends here. Thank you, everyone! "
After that, he strode out of the venue.
Everyone left one after another.
Colin was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he stepped forward and stopped Count Dawson.
Before he could speak, Count Dawson used his eyes to stop Colin and then motioned for him to follow him.
Colin obediently shut up and followed Count Dawson through a long corridor. They arrived in front of a room deep in the castle.
Looking at the familiar layout, Colin felt as if he had been here before.
"Where is this?"
"Hey, Colin? Why are you here? "
Before Count Dawson could answer his question, Colin heard Vera's voice.
As soon as he turned his head, Colin saw the female mage who was dressed particularly valiantly.
She was wearing a kite plate chiffon shirt and white tight-fitting breeches. On her feet, she wore a pair of brown high riding boots.
This outfit was very tight, and it perfectly outlined Vera's beautiful figure.
LSP Colin stared at her several times.
"Count Dawson brought me here. Are you going out dressed like this? "
"Yes. Uncle wants to take me hunting! "Vera said excitedly.
"Uncle?" Colin realized why he felt that the layout of this place was very familiar.
This was because this was the residence of Marquis García. Two months ago, Vera had brought him here.
At that time, the two of them were preparing to dissuade Marquis García from having a conflict with the Duke Of St. Hilde.
Moreover, at that time, Marquis García was not in the castle, but …
He was preparing to hunt!
However, at that time, his prey was not an ordinary beast.
It was an army of 300,000 trolls!
Now, the conflict between the two brothers was imminent, and Marquis García was going to hunt again?
This time, what was his prey?
"Colin, you came at the right time." Marquis García also came out and invited him with a smile, "Let's go hunting together."
Colin blinked and said with a smile, "Okay!"
— — —
At the same time.
A messenger was riding a fast horse out of Icestone City, heading towards the Golden Lion Army's encampment.
— — —
Eastern District of Icestone City, Tulip Chamber of Commerce's encampment.
Earl Oman was led by Oliver to a secret room.
"He's inside?"
"Yes, Earl."
Earl Oman waved his hand, indicating for Oliver to leave.
Oliver's chubby face was filled with a flattering smile that was about to overflow. "Yes, my lord. If you need anything else, please let me know. "
After speaking, he quickly left.
Earl Oman opened the door alone and walked in.
He closed the door.
The room was empty.
Earl Oman did not find it strange, but sat down on a chair and waited.
After an unknown period of time.
A figure suddenly appeared in the room, as if he had been there from the beginning.
"Earl."
Earl Oman looked at the black-robed man who appeared like a ghost and was not surprised. He just nodded and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to see me?"
"I have a message from Mister."
Count Oman frowned, then said calmly, "Speak."
"Mr. Wang hopes that you can abort the original plan."
"Haha." Count Oman laughed.
He stood up and walked in front of the black-robed man. He looked down at the other party and said coldly, "Then help me send a message to Mister Feng — —
I'm not his servant, so I don't need to listen to his orders! "
"Your Excellency, you can't do this. That would spoil Mr. Chong's plan... "
Count Oman grabbed the black-robed man by the neck, cutting him off.
"Huff … Huff …" The black-robed man struggled to catch his breath. As he struggled, the hood on his head slipped down, revealing a panic-stricken face.
"Remember, you're just a messenger.
You only have one mouth and one pair of ears.
Go back and relay whatever you hear.
Everything else has nothing to do with you!
Understood? "
"I … understand …"
"Boom!"
Count Oman threw the black-robed man to the ground, then turned and prepared to leave.
"Lord Count, there is one more thing." The black-robed man suddenly spoke again.
"Speak."
"His Highness Okamoto has already inherited the position of Prince of the South, and will be on a diplomatic mission to the Northern Frontier."
Count Oman suddenly turned and stared at the black-robed man with bright eyes.
There was an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.
The black-robed man was so frightened by the other party's gaze that he took a step back, his expression wary.
But Count Oman did not do anything rash. He just stared coldly at the black-robed man for a while, then said calmly:
"Understood."
And then he left.