The whole hall was so silent that you could hear a needle drop.

The nobles looked at the confrontation between the Grand Duchess and the envoy from Qiyuan City with various expressions.

Ian stared in shock, as if he couldn't understand what the Grand Duchess said.

Almost everyone in the hall stared at him with unkind expressions.

Ian took a deep breath and raised his head with a puzzled expression: "But... the war of the Freedom Alliance is right around the corner."

Selma in her seat gently twitched the corners of her mouth.

She nodded slowly: "Yes."

Ian raised his hand in confusion and contradiction, as if he wanted to express something, but put it down midway.

The heir of Qiyuan City gritted his teeth and frowned deeply: "You know, this is a war of great significance to you and your family, especially after Longxiao City lost its king."

His words were slightly anxious: "Do you also know that the person sitting on the other side of the chessboard is His Majesty Charmaine who hates you to the core?"

The faces of the vassals became even tighter.

Thelma lowered her head weakly and uttered the next sentence as if sighing: "Yes, I know."

Her voice was weak, like a sob.

Ian seemed to be encouraged, his eyes became active, he looked around a few times as if seeking support, and smiled quite relaxedly: "Very good."

"Then you should know your current situation. You know that your prestige is far from enough to support you, especially..."

Ian paused, looked around the audience, and sighed with regret: "Especially, you are a woman and a female grand duke."

At that moment, the prince felt that all the nobles in the hall adjusted their expressions unnaturally.

On the seats of the six counts, Linna tilted his head and gently grinded his teeth, while Kierkegaard stared at the Grand Duchess intently.

Hester's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and Count Curterson's eyebrows were almost tangled together.

Risban and Count Nazaire both looked at the Grand Duchess with complicated expressions, with unfathomable meaning in their eyes.

The Grand Duchess raised her head.

Thales's heart tightened.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved expression.

Her eyes were calm: "Yes, I know this too."

The tone is normal.

It seems that what the other party said was just small things like "the weather is nice today", "this bowl of soup is good", "read patiently", "don't rush to update".

Ian frowned: "Then you..."

The Grand Duchess interrupted him.

"However, I am a Walton after all."

Her voice is still very small.

But there is an unquestionable determination.

The eyes of the six vassals under her all moved.

Ian was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Walton."

"Walton, the successor of King Nekaru, Walton of Dragon Spear in the Cloud, Walton of Dragon Sky City," Thelma looked at Ian calmly: "Do you know the meaning of this surname?

"

Ian narrowed his eyes at first, and then showed an expression of disbelief.

"Walton?"

He exhaled impatiently: "Selma! Wake up! Think about the scene just now and the attitude of your vassals."

"Then think about my proposal," Ian waved his hands quite angrily: "This is your only way out of this predicament!"

The Viscount's words echoed in the hall.

The expressions of the vassals became unnatural again.

Thelma smiled.

Her eyes met with Ian's in the air.

"No," the Grand Duchess whispered, "it's not."

"The reason why Walton is Walton," Thelma turned her gaze and looked at each vassal with a different look, "is because the Dragon Spear in the Cloud has never fought alone: ​​Seven hundred years ago, Nika

Ru stood in the sky with a gun, and young Walton followed closely..."

"And under the clouds separated by dragon wings, behind the eight knights on the ground..."

"Risban, Nazer, Kierkegaard, Hester... countless famous and unknown knights from the North did not look back and charged forward without hesitation."

"They stood together and jointly forged a battle to reverse the cold wind, tear away the darkness shrouded in disaster, and win a future for the world."

Under her seat, Earl Hester's expression changed: "Madam..."

The faces of other vassals became more solemn.

Seven hundred years ago.

Thales sighed.

He couldn't help but think of the portrait of Tormund in Mindis Hall: the sad-looking Revival King also charged with a gun, while the six knights with scars beside him raised their reins and attacked without regrets.

He recalled the madness during the duel between Giza and Asheida.

Boom!

At this moment, Thelma slapped the seat and stood up unexpectedly!

The whole hall was slightly shocked.

But nothing was more shocking than what the Grand Duchess did next.

"Gentlemen, today, at this time, here, I, the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City, Thelma Walton," the girl's light and clear voice sounded in the Hall of Heroes, echoing between the thick stone bricks.

: "Officially issued a wartime recruitment order for Longxiao City!"

"Longxiao City, declare war on the Freedom Alliance!"

Thales' breathing stagnated.

coming.

Everyone was stunned and shocked before they could react. The Grand Duchess took a step forward with a determined look on her face.

Her voice was cold and harsh, but full of an unprecedented sense of power: "In the near future, the Walton family will take the initiative to send troops westward to assist Qiyuan City and set off for the Freedom Alliance!"

"Use the blood of those who have repeatedly betrayed their trust and the heads of insidious villains to re-prove the honor of Longxiao City!"

The hall suddenly became quiet.

Ian stared blankly at Thelma with his mouth wide open as if he could never close it again.

The vassals were not much better. A pair of shocked eyes were fixed on the Grand Duchess. The performance of the six earls was much more stable, but their body movements were enough to show the abnormality: Hester almost took his seat.

The chair was scratched, Curtson clenched his fist tightly, and Kierkegaard's severed arm was firmly pressed against the arm of the chair.

The most senior Regent of Lisban and Count Nazaire stared at each other closely without saying a word.

No one seemed to be able to respond appropriately to the Grand Duchess's words.

Until Ian took a sharp breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing.

He wiped his chin and spoke anxiously:

"Ms. Thelma, as I said... we don't need you to send troops to assist us. What we value is just a gesture and position..."

He was greeted by Thelma's stern response:

"This has nothing to do with you, Your Majesty the Viscount!"

Ian's words were cut off. He opened his hands in disbelief and stared blankly at the Grand Duchess.

"This is just my decision."

I just heard the Grand Duke say coldly: "This is also something Longxiao City must do."

The whole audience was stunned by the girl's sudden toughness.

Only Thales in the corner gently raised the corners of his mouth and looked at his partner of six years. Only he noticed out of habit: the outline of the girl's fist under her left sleeve was trembling slightly.

Well done, Selma, keep going.

He said silently in his heart.

"And I need the response of the twenty-three noble families here." The Grand Duchess slowly turned her gaze and scanned everyone in the hall: "Just like twenty years ago, just like six hundred years ago, you and your ancestors

, stood beside the two Nun kings countless times without any regrets, and with full loyalty."
To be continued...