Harold, it seems there is a reason."

Lumba's pupils tightened slightly.

The scene from twelve years ago appeared before his eyes again.

Harold.

His brother.

His destined king.

He seemed to see the other person lying on the ground again, coughing up blood in pain, while showing his last smile to himself who was crying with tears streaming down his face.

Charmaine.

remember.

We will never give in.

Lumba's eyes were frozen in space.

The bald old Grand Duke sighed: "How ambitious are you? Do you want to annex the two most central Grand Dukes in the country?"

My ambition?

No.

Lumba said silently.

You cannot bear my ambition.

Trudida rolled her eyes.

"It's as if the nobles and other grand dukes in these fiefdoms are all dead," Grand Duke Zaizhuota seemed to be mocking: "The people in Elk City must be very unhappy - Fengzhao City is closer to that goatee, isn't it."

Rumba brought his attention back to reality.

"The Archduke de Roquet didn't come, it's his loss," Charmaine Lombard said seriously, as if he was discussing seriously: "But if you are worried, then we can also negotiate terms with him - we can both achieve a good result.

.”

Trudida laughed playfully, her intentions difficult to discern.

Snap, snap.

Oratiu clapped his hands twice.

"That's enough for you," the bearded man said coldly, "Do you still remember your identity?"

Lumba's eyes moved.

"I know that there is no shortage of land in Welland Territory, and the reputation of the Olesiu family in the hearts of the people in the North is not trivial," the Duke of Black Sand nodded and said to Olesiu: "But if you accept this condition, you will save the money.

And because of the Great Needle's border defense, I was caught between the king's urging warrants and the outposts of Starwatch City."

"And you, upright Ronnie." Lumba looked at the long-haired visitor from Qiyuan City.

"Qiyuan City has these new citizens - the best source of conscripted soldiers in the world. Eighty percent of them can prepare their own full set of weapons. This way, when you face the turmoil in the desert and the golden corridor again, you will be confident.

At least you don’t have to be so nervous, as if you are facing a powerful enemy.”

Ronnie didn't say a word, just looked at him coldly.

"As for the garrison city," Lomba turned to Lecco, whose face was deeply wrinkled: "The rich minerals in the north of Longxiao City... is it not a bad idea to add a large territory with rich deposits of lithium minerals for nothing?"

"Next time, Archduke Hustel—or the new king forces you to mobilize the entire territory to fill the glacier defense line, you can throw a lot of gold coins at them to shut them up."

Archduke Lecco was noncommittal.

"That's enough," Archduke Alessio interrupted Lombard's one-man show. He shook his head: "Don't test our patience. We are not here to chat with you and brag."

"You should be lucky that we are still here to listen to your nonsense." Ronnie added unceremoniously.

"But you don't seem to understand the situation you are facing," the long-haired Grand Duke said angrily:

"You, you are our biggest problem!"

"The Charmaine who killed the regicide...at least the Charmaine who is suspected of regicide?"

Lumba frowned slightly and glanced at the expressions of the other three Grand Dukes.

None of them objected to Ronny's words - not even the stingy, stingy and calculating Trudida.

Lumba sighed secretly in his heart.

"You just can't understand, can you?" He closed his eyes and raised his right hand, rubbing his eyebrows. He seemed tired.

"Even if I give my proposal so sincerely?" Lumba opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his voice: "Even if these conditions are actually beneficial to you?"

"Come on!" Olesio interrupted him loudly.

"The morning before the king died," the bearded Grand Duke snorted: "It was such a coincidence that the five Grand Dukes all appeared together and told them: Sorry, Longxiao City is no longer Walton's territory, and you are now

Belong to us, pay taxes to us, and accept our conscription from now on?”

Beside him, Trudida snorted angrily, while Ronnie crossed his arms, seemingly suppressing his anger.

"If you didn't treat the four of us as fools..." Olesiu continued with focused eyes:

"You must regard the nobles under Longxiao City as blind people, and the people of Longxiao City as fools!"

Lumba looked at him silently.

"Even if you look down on those ignorant and rude civilians, the earls of Longxiao City are not good at all." Grand Duke Trudida, who was watching, sighed:

"They are Northlanders and they are only loyal to Walton."

"Dividing up Longxiao City? This is just a joke."

Grand Duke Zai Zaita shook his head and spread his hands: "Without that surname, we will never be able to rule this land."

"Bibbing us with a piece of sweet cheese that we can't even eat to cover up your dirty deeds?"

Trudida rolled her eyes and smiled: "On this point, you can't convince us."

Lumba frowned.

The Grand Duke Ronnie in front of him snorted heavily.

"And the whole of Exeter, what do you think they will think of us?" Grand Duke Lecco spoke slowly, with an occasional glint in his eyes: "After the five Grand Dukes conspired to kill the monarch, they divided up his territory.

?”

Lecco shook his head and said no more.

Ronny took a step forward, narrowed his eyes, and spoke almost rudely to Lombard's face: "Maybe you can be shameless and kill both relatives and kings."

Lumba's expression changed.

"I'm still content and even proud..."

"But please remember, we are people from the North, people from Exeter," Grand Duke Qiyuancheng said coldly, "We have our own dignity and pride, if you really are for the future of Exeter

'..."

Ronnie frowned, as if he was extremely disgusted: "Stop talking like a Conmas, it makes me sick."

Lumba closed his eyes, turned around and walked a few steps, his chest rising and falling.

He is suppressing.

Suppressing his increasingly impatient anger.

Even though he had rehearsed it thousands of times and anticipated the reactions of the grand dukes.

but……

enough.

Lumba opened his eyes suddenly.

Grand Duke?

These short-sighted, stupid moths behind you.

Feeling noble and proud.

Oblivious to the impending crisis.

Turn a blind eye to the most terrifying threats.

They never realized where the terrifying existence that truly determines their life and death lies.

One day...

Lumba suddenly turned around, his expression firm and decisive.

It's like a decision has been made.

The nerves of the four Grand Dukes could not help but tighten slightly.

But Rumba didn't do anything to upset the chessboard.

"I understand." Within a few seconds, he took a deep breath and his expression returned to calm: "What you mean."
To be continued...