"Hello, Earl of Sartre!"

Eugen walked into the hall and greeted Count Sartre, who was sitting above him with a smile. If possible, he would not want to have a conflict.

"Hello......"

Earl Sartre's voice was dry and very stiff, like the sound of two fast stones colliding. He did not say Eugen's name, as if Eugen was not worth mentioning at all here, and his expression was full of rebelliousness.

The smile on Eugen's face gradually faded. He looked at Count Sartre with a calm expression and continued to speak: "It seems that Count Sartre doesn't seem to welcome me, so I'll just say it. I wonder if you know, Count, why I came to visit me specifically."

Eugen stood in the middle of the hall, alone, facing more than ten fierce members of the Sartre family in front of him, but there was no fear in his tone.

"Hahaha." Earl Sartre smiled coldly and said, "I really don't know. Why don't you tell me in detail, but I have to remind you first, our Sartre family has no habit of obeying puppies!"

After Count Sartre said this, a burst of laughter immediately rang in the hall, but the members of the family were mocking Eugen.

They had no respect for Eugen at all. In the eyes of these people, Eugen was too young and could only be considered a child. Even if he luckily gained some power, it would not be possible.

Eugen's face was already as cold as frost. It was not that Count Sartre did not cooperate with him, but that he did not take him seriously at all, and even used a puppy to insult him. This was simply a provocation without bottom line.

"Haha, of course, Count Sartre is so old and has his qualifications. Of course, he will listen to his orders if he wants to, and just follow his wishes."

As he said that, Eugen closed his coldness on his face, looked at Count Sartre with a smile, and asked, "Do you think so, haha, Lord Earl?"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Count Sartre immediately exploded, patted the armrest of the chair heavily, stood up and pointed at Eugen and cursed: "Little thing, tell me clearly, what do you mean! I have always followed the orders of the Duke of Ji'an for so many years, and listened to whoever I want to listen to. If you don't explain it clearly to me today, I will peel your skin alive!"

Although Earl Sartre is old, his temper is still irritable. Now that Eugen's words are concentrated on his weakness, he immediately cannot control his emotions.

The other descendants of Count Sartre also stared at Eugen viciously. One of them was a strong man who was tall and big and looked seven-point similar to Count Sartre, and even walked towards Eugen with a fierce momentum, obviously preparing to teach Eugen some lessons.

"Shut up!" At this moment, Eugen roared in a louder voice than Count Satter, as if a mad dragon roared throughout the hall.

This sudden voice was much beyond the expectations of Count Sartre and others. They were immediately stuck on the spot, looking at Eugen with wide eyes, and were confused.

The Count's son who was about to go forward to teach Eugen a lesson was also standing halfway, his body stiff, and he didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while.

Eugen didn't even look at the count's son next to him. He pointed at Earl Sartre and cursed: "You are just an earl, but you are even older than the Duke of Ji'an. Do you think you are the king of heaven?"

"I also slap a little thing. I think you are an old guy, a shameless old guy. I am the commander of the disaster resistance army appointed by Emperor Charles VI of the Empire. You are a line of disaster resistance. You are my subordinate. You dare to speak rudely and disobey orders. You are treason!"

"The Duke of Ji'an also said in person that I will temporarily take over the position of the lord of the Italian Principality. My order is equivalent to the order of the Duke of Ji'an. If you disrespect me, you are disrespectful to the Duke of Ji'an. You are betraying the lord!"

"Resistance to the Black Death is the duty of everyone. The Pope has also said the importance of resilience and requires all believers to participate. As a lord, you are out of the matter and completely ignore the lives of millions of people. You are deviating from God!"

"You are not respectful to the country, lord, and God. I think you are the eternal sinner of the empire. You should deprive your fiefdom and all your clans will be sent to the guillotine!!!"

Eugen scolded him angrily, with his heroic and proud words. Every word was so loud that even the soldiers on the passage outside could hear it clearly.

The voice echoed in the empty hall, and the rumbling sound shocked the audience. Everyone present was stunned.

They seemed to be unable to understand what was happening in front of them for a moment, and the script turned out completely the opposite. According to the original discussion, Earl Sartre should have pointed at Eugen's nose and scolded him, and then the count's son personally came forward to drive Eugen out of the castle.

But now, things have completely deviated from their expectations, and Eugen's sudden outbreak completely disrupted their rhythm.

The atmosphere in the hall was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. It took nearly a minute before Count Sartre realized.

Then, he blushed, not because of shame, but because of anger.

It is hard to imagine that an old man in his fifties could be so angry that he could be so angry. Earl Sartre's eyes turned red, like a beast that was falling into madness, staring at Eugen.

Eugen felt a little worried at this moment. He suddenly felt that what he had done seemed to be a bit too much. After all, this was on someone else's territory. If Count Sartre wanted to kill him regardless of the consequences, he would not even have a place to run.

Earl Sartre's teeth were clenched together and made a creaking sound. He raised his right hand high. When the hand fell, it meant that an order had been issued, that was the order to kill Eugen.

All his sons understood this gesture. As long as they saw it, they would pull out the sword at their waists and remove Eugen from their bodies. With Eugen's small body, there was no room for resistance.

This is a habit of Count Sartre. He wants to kill people and does not need to speak at all, just a gesture.

His sons also understood that such things had happened many times. As long as the count ordered, they would draw out their swords and kill the enemy without hesitation.

However, Count Sartre never thought that this gesture would be so heavy today.

Although he was already angry at the verge of losing his mind, there seemed to be a villain in his mind that he was always reminding him, and the villain said repeatedly: "He was right..."

Indeed, Eugen may be a little exaggerated, but there is no doubt that what he said is true.
Chapter completed!