"Also," Croache said with cold eyes, looking directly into Cambida's eyes: "No matter what you are interested in, it has nothing to do with my size."

Cambida smiled slightly.

"If it can destroy your faith, then the wine and words are really worth it."

"Besides, you think your size only has something to do with you," the Viscount sighed, and without hesitation, he stretched out his finger and poked the leather armor on Croash's chest like a piece of ordinary pork:

"But the world doesn't think so."

Just when Chloe's eyes could kill, the door to the Hall of Heroes opened.

Everyone outside the hall turned their heads.

With footsteps that may be steady, light, heavy, or nervous, a group of people filed out.

The soldiers and guards immediately stepped aside respectfully to make way for them.

Thales frowned: the figure of the Grand Duke of Black Sand was at the forefront, and the other Grand Dukes were accompanying him with different expressions. Especially after seeing the murderous and nervous Black Sand leading the army, their expressions became even more ugly.

The first person to react was the long-awaited Prime Minister Lisban.

The Prime Minister patted Nicolai on the shoulder, ended the whispers between them, and then strode forward to greet him.

"Charmaine Lombard," the old Prime Minister said with steady steps and a bad tone, "What a surprise."

"No matter last night or today."

Lumba's expression was very complicated. He pursed his lips slightly, and his face became more and more serious.

"The Earl of Risban."

He ignored Lisbon's thoughtful greetings.

The Grand Duke turned around and nodded to Cambida, then looked at the other people who came out with him.

Olesio stepped out of the way with a serious face, while Ronnie looked away with disdain.

In the eyes of everyone, High Priest Holm of the Bright Moon Temple slowly stepped out from behind them.

Thales was nervous and held his breath.

She was still covered with a veil, her eyes were melancholy and misty, and she only occasionally glanced at Thales, which always made the prince feel worried.

The chief priest held Thelma's hand, looking peaceful and quiet.

Thelma was looking for something nervously and anxiously. It wasn't until her eyes met Thales that the girl seemed to relax and let out a breath.

Thales responded with an encouraging smile.

The girl still looked that embarrassed, but at least her dusty face had been cleaned and her original appearance could be clearly seen.

As a vassal of Longxiao City, Earl Lisban's serious and dignified eyes were focused on Thelma, as if he was thinking about something.

Lumba slowly raised his hands, and the whispering audience suddenly fell silent.

Just listen to Rumba saying calmly: "I am here to declare to all Exeter."

"Last night, under the attack of disaster, our respected king, His Majesty Nun VII, passed away unfortunately."

His voice was not loud, but it was powerful and powerful, echoing in the corridor.

At that moment, Thales clearly saw that except for the expressionless Lecco, the expressions of the other Grand Dukes were very ugly.

Count Lisbon fixed his gaze on Lombard's face.

silence.

Despite preparations, despite rumors spreading, and despite the king's delay in returning, he already knew something.

But the moment they heard the news, everyone's breaths still trembled.

The expressions of Nikolai and a kind of white-blade guard were even more ugly.

In an instant, the soldiers from the Black Sand Territory and the soldiers from the palace were all in a commotion, whispering to each other.

At first it was just whispers, but then it turned into a louder and louder noise, as if there was an inexplicable panic spreading.

Until Lumba raised his hand again: "Quiet!"

"As his granddaughter and close blood relative," Lumba turned his head with a complex expression and said quietly: "Thelma Alex Soulier Walton will succeed him."

Following the Grand Duke's gesture, everyone could clearly see the bewildered girl with glasses next to the Grand Priest.

"Becoming the next Longxiao City..."

"The Grand Duchess."

This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the king's death, the entire hall was suddenly in an uproar!

That girl.

Grand Duchess?

Whether it was the soldiers of the Black Sand Territory, the subordinates of the Grand Dukes, or even the palace guards who were originally loyal to King Nun and Longxiao City, they were all shocked and looked at each other.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the people were warriors, the situation might have gotten out of control long ago.

Only the White Blade Guards, including Nicolai, seemed extremely calm.

But the princes, including the ashen-faced Prime Minister of Lispan, showed no signs of surprise.

Seeing Thelma's face turning from red to white and panicking under everyone's gaze, Thales felt very uncomfortable.

Lumba looked at the audience solemnly, motionless.

At this moment, Prime Minister Lisban took steps and stepped forward.

His actions attracted everyone's attention.

I saw Earl Lisban coming to Selma and squatting down slowly.

"My lady, are you okay?" he said softly, as if comforting a child.

Thelma looked at him blankly.

I saw the wrinkles on the count's face trembling slightly: "I am Charles Lisban."

"He was your grandfather's vassal, and his kingdom's prime minister."

"Hello." Not sure if it was a sign from the officiant, Selma timidly replied: "Your Majesty the Earl..."

Lisban shook his head, his eyes filled with love and sadness.

"No, please remember," the earl said seriously, "I am your vassal."

"Be loyal to you."

Thelma was stunned. She stared at the count's serious expression.

In the noisy corridor, Thelma nodded and pursed her lips.

"Hello," the girl said trying to put on a firm look, "Char."

Only then did Lisban smile on his wrinkled face and slowly stood up.

In the commotion of the crowd, Croache, who was half sitting on a stretcher, shook his head sarcastically: "Oh, in the end, it was our enemies who brought out a female Grand Duchess."

"How ironic."

Viscount Cambida turned back: "Do you really think so?"

Crowley responded with disdain: "Isn't it?"

Cambida chuckled and poked her head quickly.

"No, no, Ash," under Crow Ash's murderous gaze, the viscount deftly retracted his right hand before the female warrior broke off his fingers: "Listen carefully with your lovely head."

Cambida's sharp eyes turned to Thelma, and then to the figures of each of the grand dukes. Looking at their faces that were either livid, calm, or furious, he sighed: "The reason why the Northland has the first female

Grand Duke, it’s not a coincidence or any other reason.”

"And it's precisely because we struck the first blow."

"For the first time, the iron rules that have haunted the Northland for thousands of years were shattered."

Chloe paused slightly.

"Because we swung this hammer," Mr. Viscount said with deep meaning, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "Amidst the debris and chaos, the Northland and the people of the North were caught off guard, and they were able to accept the first female Grand Duke."

Maybe it's not just the Grand Duchess.

There is something else.

"Do you remember?" Cambida's eyes were burning with strange flames, and he said every word:

"He who does not work does not gain."

Chloe lowered her eyes, thoughtfully.

At this moment, High Priest Holm put down the girl's hand and stepped forward slowly.

The Grand Duke of Lombard stepped back gracefully and made way for her.

The chief priest spoke quietly.
To be continued...