The moment Nazer said the last word, the entire Hall of Heroes fell into a strange atmosphere:

It was neither a half-dead silence nor a lively crowd, but the nobles on the side of the hall were whispering to each other in twos and threes. Amidst the vague buzzing sound, they raised their heads from time to time, with strange and alienated eyes.

Glancing at the Grand Duchess sitting on the seat.

Just like thousands of insects and ants, they are hiding in the tall and solid wood of the beams. The sound of gnawing and eating the beams makes people feel irritated. When they want to break the wood and search, there is no trace.

trace.

In the Grand Duke's throne, Thelma's expression froze on her face.

Although the girl had already expected it due to the weird atmosphere on the last government hearing and the reminders from Lisban and Thales who either bluntly remonstrated or made insinuating remarks, when this moment actually came, the Grand Duchess couldn't help but tense up.

It's like a veil that conceals flaws, finally being ruthlessly lifted off.

Thales listened to the whispers in his ears and looked at the girl's expression, feeling unspeakable in his heart.

Sitting under the Grand Duchess, Lisban had a gloomy face, his eyelids were slightly drooped, and a hint of coldness emanated from them, like the eaves of a roof about to be broken down by ice.

"Count Nazaire," after a long while, the expressionless girl slowly said in a crisp but cold voice: "Is this your suggestion? My marriage? For Longxiao City?"

The moment she spoke, the whispers in the Hall of Heroes suddenly disappeared.

Like insects and ants that stop gnawing and hide.

Nazer looked quietly at the girl who looked at him coldly, without any fluctuation in her eyes.

"This is what it should be," the old earl said lightly: "You know, Walton's bloodline must continue, just like the marriage of hero Sarah and Princess Renee, continuing the rule of Longxiao City."

"The Walton family also needs a legal, orthodox heir and male heir to appease the restless vassals and scare our opponents to tell the outside world: Longxiao City is under sufficient protection and is as stable as ever."

Nazer was still calm and calm, but every time he said a word, the whispers in the hall became less and less, and the girl's face became paler.

"For this reason, I suggest that you choose a young, promising and responsible man as your husband among the vassals and their equally noble and loyal families."

Count Nazaire said solemnly: "As the father of your future child, as the father of the future nobleman of the Dragonlance family."

The Grand Duchess did not answer immediately.

But Thales felt that the girl's eyes subconsciously shifted in his direction, but stopped abruptly halfway and focused on the floor tiles in the center of the hall.

Those are the floor tiles belonging to the Palace of Heroes. They are still strong after thousands of years.

"So, do you think that, as a woman," Thelma said softly, "in fact, I am not qualified to sit in this seat and inherit everything from the Grand Duke of Longxiao City?"

Her voice gradually disappeared from the panic and discomfort, but added a hint of bitterness and desolation consistent with her master:

"So you ask me to marry early and give birth to a real, qualified and powerful heir to Longxiao City?"

The hall fell completely silent. The vassals who had been loyal to the Walton family for generations no longer whispered to each other, but raised their heads one after another, waiting for the development of the situation in the hall.

The five earls had different expressions, but they all stared at their female monarch in silence.

Lisban's eyes were locked on Count Nazaire, but the latter was unaware of it.

Seeing this, Thales sighed, but Ian next to him shrugged.

"On the contrary."

"It is precisely because you have the qualifications to lead Longxiao City as a descendant of Walton," Nazer's voice came again. Compared to the elegance and even coldness of the Grand Duchess, his words were steady and powerful: "That's why

Even more so, as the nearest direct blood descendant in the family, it is your unshirkable responsibility to continue the Walton family."

Thelma lowered her eyelids and her eyes stopped on the long skirt on her knees.

At that moment, Thales, who was silently watching this scene, suddenly realized that the six years he had been away from the chaos and chaos of the palace were both unfortunate and lucky.

Finally, a low and angry cold shout resounded in the hall:

"As far as I know, we're talking about answering a lady's call."

"It's about sending troops to the Free Alliance," Regent Lisspan's voice was like a freezing snowstorm, instantly blowing away the last trace of smiles on the faces of the nobles in the hall, "rather than crudely changing the agenda privately, without any hesitation.

Disrespectfully interfering in a lady’s private affairs.”

"It's no different from forcing the palace to rebel."

Lisban ended his words coldly.

Opposite him, Nazaire turned his head towards Lisban, as if this was his biggest enemy today, as if the earnest instruction he just gave to the Grand Duchess was just an inadvertent reminder.

The old count stared intently at the regent, his eyes unmoving for a long time.

"What we are talking about is the future of Longxiao City, Lisban." The next second, Nazer seemed to be deliberately going against Lisban, and in the calmest and calmest language, he said the words that made Lisban's face change suddenly: "

It is about the fate of Longxiao City, do you think we will be so stupid that we let it be controlled by some powerful official with ulterior motives?"

In addition to the two of them, the other four earls also had slight reactions: among them, Linna and Curtson each snorted unabashedly.

Only the Grand Duchess said nothing, still staring at the long skirt between her legs.

The pattern on it seems to be very nice.

Lisban looked back at Nazer, no longer hiding his dissatisfaction.

The regent sneered: "So, you are going to force the Grand Duchess to marry your favorite candidate?"

"If you hold Longxiao City firmly in your hands, you won't be called 'faint', right?"

The argument between the two adults echoed in the hall, but no one dared to interrupt.

Thales listened to their conversation coldly.

Risban and Nazair, two Northland families with the same long history. In terms of merit, they are not even inferior to the "Nine Knights of Nekaru". They have been the right-hand man of the Walton family since the era of the Dragon Rider King.

, jointly support the flag of Yunzhong Dragon Spear flying in Longxiao City.

And now...

A second later, Nazer and Lisban looked away from each other with complicated looks.

"No one can ever force a grand duke to do anything, not even a king," Nazer said in a slightly lower voice and with a change of tone: "But the reason why grand dukes are qualified to stand in this position and accept the allegiance of the ministers is,

It is precisely because he fully understands his responsibilities."

Nazer no longer looked at Lisban. Instead, he was staring at Selma, whose face was green and red and whose eyes were frozen, with strange eyes.

"Madam, remember, you are not just yourself, not just Ms. Thelma, and not just a girl from the Walton family," Count Nazaire snorted:

"You are even more like Longxiao City."

His pronunciation is particularly clear and his accent is clear and unmistakable.

"Yes, don't always think about yourself, madam," Nazer said solemnly: "More importantly, think about Longxiao City."

Thelma's clenched teeth couldn't help but move.

"I am," she repeated with difficulty, "I am... Longxiao City?"

Nazer remained silent, and Lisban's face turned pale.

In the hall, the whispers of the other dozen vassals rang out again.

Bigger, more arrogant, and more unbridled than before.

Nicolai frowned. He wanted to raise his hand several times and reach for the weapon behind his back, but he put it down forcefully every time.

Thales bit his lower lip and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

In his peripheral vision, the once naughty little boy lowered his head and trembled slightly.

Ian gave him a strange look and whispered: "Hey, don't be distracted. When will we come?"

But Thales just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ian soon stopped paying attention to Thales.

Because the next moment was beyond almost everyone's expectations...

The girl suddenly raised her head!

"What if I say no?"

The Grand Duchess's always clear but weak voice suddenly sounded with a short breath that was rarely seen.

Slight astonishment appeared on the faces in the hall one after another.

In a tone full of rejection, Selma's eyes flashed with anger that she hadn't seen for a long time, and she looked around the entire hall.

Especially the six earls.

Thales was surprised.

On the Grand Duke's throne, the girl showed a beautiful but indifferent face, and said loudly: "What if I say...I don't want to?"

As soon as these words came out, the six earls, including Lisban, all frowned!

The hall seemed to have been thrown into the lake with another stone, and the disturbing whispers were once again rippled.

Many people subconsciously looked at Earl Lisban, but the latter just frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Again? Last time I listened to Zhengri, did this little girl also..."
To be continued...