Lumba said to himself.

But so what?

But there is another hurdle to overcome.

But another Nun.

"oh?"

Finally, an old voice sounded from behind the three Grand Dukes. The oldest Grand Duke of the Guard City, the bald Rogers Lecco, coughed and walked out slowly: "That's really unfortunate."

"I think, regarding the death of the king," the old Grand Duke sighed: "You, Charmaine, who suddenly appeared here, have some important news to tell us?"

"As you said, Rogers," Grand Duke Heisha said solemnly, "I'm here to tell you something."

Grand Duke Lecco laughed, looked at the floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes, and said playfully: "Then we might as well... talk in the Hall of Heroes?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned sideways and let out the door of the stone hall, revealing the flickering light of the brazier: "There are only five of us, that's enough."

"You don't need so many pawns."

As soon as these words came out, the three grand dukes on the side of the Palace of Heroes all looked at Lumba with different eyes.

But they all contain deep suspicion and wariness.

This is Exeter.

Lumba sighed softly in his heart, and then hummed softly.

My Exeter.

His eyes gradually focused.

Under the gazes of the four high-ranking Dukes of Exeter, who were equal to him, Charmaine Lombard calmly stretched out his hand and held down Count Levan and Viscount Cambida who were about to speak behind him.

"Of course," he looked solemnly and glanced at his four colleagues and the white-blade guards and palace guards who were firmly guarding the entrance to the Hall of Heroes in a semicircular formation. He nodded and said, "This matter can only be discussed between the five of us.

It spreads among people.”

Croash cast a questioning look at Lombard, but Grand Duke Lombard just stretched out his palm and made a downward gesture.

The next second, Charmaine Lombard stepped forward without hesitation, and under the eyes of countless people, he left the surrounding soldiers of the Black Sand Territory alone.

He walked past countless gleaming weapons and walked towards the stone door of the Hall of Heroes.

He walked into the airtight formation of the soldiers in the Palace of Heroes, leaving them looking at each other.

He passed Ronnie at the front and received a look of surprise and admiration from the latter.

He walked past Archduke Olesio. The bearded Archduke frowned, his thoughts unclear.

He passed by Trudida and Lecco, who exchanged a look of worry and anxiety.

On the cloak of the Grand Duke of Black Sand, the iron fist pattern representing the Lomba family is faintly visible.

It wasn't until he completely walked into the darkness of the Hall of Heroes that the four archdukes came back to their senses and exchanged glances with each other.

Cambida and Count Levan stared at them fiercely, and Croache even knocked on the hilt of the sword in his hand, the threat was self-evident.

"What do you say?" Trudida rolled her eyes.

Alessio and Lecco both frowned and said nothing.

"No," Ronnie looked into the dim hall and said coldly, "Let's see what he says."

Charmaine Lombard stood quietly in the Hall of Heroes, standing next to the brown-black rectangular table. The big brazier on the six iron frames illuminated his face with flickering light and unsteady momentum.

He knew that just last night, the young Archduke Conkli Perfitt had his neck broken by King Nun just two steps in front of him.

But at this moment, Lumba was just looking forward quietly, looking at the seat of honor at the innermost seat of the rectangular table.

He remembered that during the countless years in the first half of his life, his father and mother had brought him and Harold here countless times to bow to the throne.

Noon Walton VII was sitting there, on that throne, giving orders to the citizens of Exeter, from the Grand Duke to the officials, from the nobles to the common people.

The king of Gongju sits here and controls the entire Northland - no, most of the Northland. After all, the northern border of the stars is not in Exter's hands yet.

His eyes turned around the stone hall and paused briefly on the Yunzhong Dragon Spear flags that could be seen everywhere.

On the innermost ledge, the gun rack where the soul-killing gun should have been placed was empty.

Just like Walton who was once at the height of his power, just like the Dragon Spear in the Cloud that shocked the Northland.

Dragon Spear in the Cloud.

At that moment, Lumba actually wanted to laugh.

"Okay," Archduke Olesiu's voice came from behind unceremoniously: "We won't invite you to sit down."

"Say it." The bearded man said coldly.

Lumba closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

"Kingdom of Stars," Charmaine Lombard slowly turned around and faced the four Grand Dukes with sharp eyes: "That Prince of Stars and their secret department carefully planned a conspiracy aimed at Exeter.

conspiracy."

Grand Duke Ronny frowned slightly.

"They even took advantage of the disaster," Lombard said lightly: "Unfortunately, King Nun died in the conspiracy."

Lecco and Trudida looked at each other with deep meaning.

Lumba took a step forward and clenched his fists.

"The kingdom of the dragon is facing unprecedented difficulties," the Duke of Black Sand said coldly, with an undoubted meaning in his voice: "It's time for us to unite as one."

Lumba's voice fell.

The four princes looked at each other.

No one made a sound.

No one moved.

No one responded.

It wasn't until several seconds later that the four Grand Dukes chuckled in unison.

A chuckle turned into a laugh.

The laughter turned into a sneer again.

The sneer lasted for almost a minute.

The Grand Duke of Lombard looked at the sneers of the Grand Dukes and couldn't help but frown.

There was a deep chill in Olesio's smile, Trudida's smile had a playful depth in it, and Lecco's smile was forced, maybe he didn't want to smile at all.

Only Grand Duke Ronnie's laughter was the loudest, longest, and coldest, and the family crest of the Knights Holy Book from Qiyuan City shone brightly on his shoulders.

Lumba's face also turned cold.

Finally, the Grand Duke's laughter subsided.

The next second, Grand Duke Ronnie took a step forward and looked at Lumba without flinching.

I saw Kulikun Roni speaking coldly and without politeness in his unique heroic voice:

"Go home and fuck yourself, Charmaine Rumba."

He let out a loud sigh, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt, as if they were filled with thousands of years of ice:
Chapter completed!