Everyone's eyes instantly shot to Kessel.

Val's eyes were eager and intense, Cullen's eyes had a complicated smile, Cyril's eyes were playful, and Zhan's eyes were as calm as water.

"So, this is my country?" Kessel slowly raised his head, his eyes like knives, cutting at each lord.

"The king can only bring his own standing army and direct vassals to face the entire army of another country?"

"Otherwise, I will represent Xingchen and accept their possible conditions in humiliation?"

Cyril Falkenhausz said with a sinister smile: "Hey, without troops, we can't fight, but the dignity of the royal family can't be discussed..."

"It seems like what Su Ye said," Kaiser V sighed, "Kings are all lonely people."

At this time, a loud and angry voice came from the door of the Hall of Stars!

"Your Majesty, please take back these words!"

"With us here, you will never be alone!"

"As nobles of the stars and descendants of the empire, how can we retreat even half an inch?"

Amidst the commotion in the hall, a middle-aged nobleman whose left eye was covered by a terrible scar, wearing a yellow and black cloak with a figure of a deer with upright antlers, walked up to the six steps with coldness and arrogance.

Big stone seat.

Some of the nobles and commoners in the field began to applaud enthusiastically, while others sneered or shook their heads and sighed.

Duke Cullen showed a helpless smile, and Val and Zhan both responded solemnly.

"The Cyclops of South Trist," laughed Cyril Falkenholz, "I thought you arrived at night!"

The Lord of Junglin City and the Guardian Duke of Cliffland, Coste Nantriest said with a stern look on his face:

"Compared to this... look what you have done?"

He kissed Kessel's ring, but did not sit down on the stone seat. Instead, he turned towards Waldau:

"Lord Arend, please don't worry!"

"The entire Junlin City army will march out! Go north to Broken Dragon Fortress!"

But under Val's surprised and complicated gaze, he immediately changed the subject and looked at Kessel V:

"Facing this national war! As long as His Majesty can make his followers feel at ease - I can't think of any reason to back down!"

Almost all the nobles in the venue frowned.

Give followers peace of mind?

"Kost," Kaiser V said slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty, don't you understand yet?" Costard said sternly: "A total war is imminent, but the nobles are panic-stricken and push back and forth!"

"In this situation, you are the only one who, as our lord, is enduring the torment of war or peace!"

"That's not fair to you!"

"But why do you think that is?"

Coster closed his one eye tightly, took a deep breath, and then said firmly:

"The Iron-fisted King, His Majesty Kessel!"

"The lords and nobles dare not follow you!"

"The stars are in panic...Twelve years have passed since the tragedy, and the bones of the late king have been buried! But we still don't know what you are thinking!"

"We don't know what kind of king we are following!"

For a moment, the nobles were silent.

Gilbert and Jenny frowned at the same time.

Kessel gently squeezed the scepter and looked at Kousted with a complicated expression.

But Coste still said without flinching: "We are all afraid of you - no one knows what a king who lives alone and has no scruples, the last man of the Bright Star, will do!

"

"What's more, this is war!"

Costard turned around, scanned every lord with his sharp one eye, and said word by word:

"Your Majesty! The blood has faded, but the stars remain."

"But why do you have to endure the suspicion of the nobles even for an obvious war decision?"

Kaiser V's eyes became colder and colder.

The four dukes invariably avoided his eyes.

Coste pointed at the double cross star on the top of the hall and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, for the benefit of the stars and the dignity of the Bright Star royal family, we cannot hesitate in this crisis!"

"Therefore, Your Majesty, please share the burden of the stars on our shoulders!"

"War or peace, let all of us bear the price of this decision."

"If the stars are stable, the future is clear, and the royal family will not be cut off - I think no one will shrink from such a national war!"

At this time, many people had already smelled something.

Morat Hansen lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth silently.

coming.

so fast.

Zhan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

coming.

Hope it goes well.

Cullen watched Coste's performance with a smile.

coming.

interesting.

Val stared blankly at the guardian duke of the cliff, gritting his teeth.

Is this their purpose?

Kai and I are both prey?

The earls were whispering to each other on the stone seats. Some were worried, while others nodded frequently.

Only many civilians who were listening were still whispering in confusion.

But everything in the Hall of Stars continues.

"Your Majesty, you will soon be forty-eight years old!"

"On the eve of the war between dragons and stars!"

In full view of the crowd, they saw Coste throwing off his cloak, with a stern expression on his face, and waving his arms towards the nobles in the hall:

"Please choose the heir to the kingdom among us nobles!"

"Tell the nobles with actions that you still care about the stability and survival of this kingdom, and that you still trust these lords who are your arms!"

"At that time, we will fight for the dignity of the stars! Fight for the glory of the bright stars!"

“No complaints!”

"Never back down!"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

A suffocating silence.

No one dared to be the first to speak out after these words.

Until a sharp and unrestrained laughter broke the dead silence.

"Hahaha……"

Duke Falkenhaus opened his mouth wide and laughed wildly under everyone's surprised gazes. His scattered teeth looked particularly terrifying:

“What’s that phrase called Far East?”

"Open the map and the dagger is exposed?"
Chapter completed!