"In the past six years, the morale of the vassals has been low, the morale of the army has been disorganized, and the nobles have been scattered, making it difficult to unite."

"And rivals like Black Sand Territory and Qiyuan City can now walk into the city to spy on us and insult us in the Palace of Heroes."

Ian was about to say something, but Thales grabbed his shoulder.

"No," the prince frowned, "it's not the time yet."

Count Nazaire clasped his hands with a solemn expression: "From that day on, the whole of Exeter looked down upon us: a girl sat on the throne of the Grand Duke, and together with us, helplessly watched the king go through the disaster.

After the raging foreign troops, the dilapidated and desolate Longxiao City."

The Grand Duchess bit her lip and said nothing.

Opposite him, Lisban's gaze was so sharp that it could almost emit lightning.

"You want us to send troops to safeguard Walton's dignity, restore the prestige of Longxiao City, and regain our place in Exeter, of course."

"This must be the case," Nazer nodded, regaining his respect and indifference: "But you may have overlooked the greater crisis we are facing, and you have also ignored the way to truly regain our prestige and stabilize Longxiao City.

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"What are you talking about?" With the eyes of the whole hall, the Grand Duchess said with difficulty: "The real method?"

Nazer shook his head and said nothing.

"I think the earl is saying... Six years have passed. In the eyes of others, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City is a young and weak orphan, with neither husband nor heirs. The Walton family is in shaky state..." Ke

Tesen said sarcastically: "Even we, the vassals of Longxiao City, feel that we are like the setting sun..."

The atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more uncomfortable.

Thales looked at Thelma on the stage with her lips moving helplessly, like a fish struggling helplessly on the chopping board.

His teeth clenched tighter and tighter.

"Are you accusing me?" Thelma said with difficulty.

Snapped.

Nazer clapped his hands.

"No, we care about you, ma'am."

Nazer said in a gentle tone: "Just as we love Longxiao City and are loyal to His Majesty the late King."

"So we need you to be strong."

"Longxiao City can no longer waste away in weakness and turmoil, and I am tired of the endless confrontation with Ciel. We were once friends who depended on each other for life and death, but now we are enemies of each other because of you."

Nazaire and Lisban looked at each other.

Both sides saw the fear of each other in the other's eyes.

and disappointment.

"You, Count Nazaire, you mean..."

The Grand Duchess's words were somewhat intermittent. She lowered her head and pressed her arms tightly on the seat.

"Yes, ma'am," Nazaire turned around and suggested calmly and rationally, as if he were a most competent adviser: "I think you need a husband."
Chapter completed!