Original Vampire

The 2nd day after entering the city, Colin received an invitation letter.

"Lord Meeting?"

Colin read the content of the invitation and immediately realized that the group of lords gathered in Ice Rock City were really ready to do something.

Caitlin doesn't seem to realize what is behind the invitation, she is just happy for her younger brother.

In her opinion, although her younger brother has not officially accepted the duke’s canonization as Baron, it has already been recognized by the major lords in the North.

"You need a Baron dress!" Caitlin said suddenly and seriously.

After that, she ran out energetic and bustling: "I'll go make one for you now!"

"Ai, wait, don't I need to go together?"

Caitlin turned around and smiled: "Silly younger brother, I don’t know your size."

Colin was stunned and looked at the elder sister's back. 'S memories can't help but come to mind.

Those beautiful past are constantly reminding Colin how close their brother and sister's relationship is.

Will the elder sister in the memory really murder herself for being a Baron?

Colin suddenly became a little uncertain.

And, if it is really her, can she still face herself so calmly and so naturally?

Colin doesn't believe that his elder sister is such a deep-hearted person.

At least, she is not the one in the memory.

Perhaps, from the beginning to the end of the assassination, Count Uman was secretly planning, just to give him that illegal child to seek a family business.

And his elder sister, I am afraid that has always been kept in the dark.

But this is only a possibility.

Colin sighed, preventing his own wild guesses.

Although I really don't hope that the elder sister who has cared for him since he was a child will become an enemy, at least he can't fully trust Caitlin until all the truth is revealed.

Two days passed in a flash, and it was time for the Lords Meeting to be held.

Colin left the hotel to the elder sister's nagging cries and came to the Sudor family castle.

He saw the steward who tried to throw him out last time, and the other party welcomed Colin in with a smile this time.

However, Colin did not feel much sincere from this smile.

Entering the conference hall, Colin led an attendant to an unremarkable corner.

No way, since this meeting is a "Lords Meeting", the participants must be real nobles with titles, and Colin, who has not really inherited the position of Baron, can of course only sit Corner.

If it weren't for his ability to represent the Anglia family, he wouldn't be able to enter the venue as Knight.

The lords entered the meeting place one after another, and then, like Colin, were guided to the corresponding position by the attendants one after another.

This meeting is very formal, so everyone's seats are arranged according to their status, and they cannot sit in random.

The atmosphere in the venue was also very serious, and almost no one spoke.

When it was almost time for the meeting to start, the venue was almost full, leaving only one vacant seat in the front row.

While Colin was still guessing who this last position was for, an old acquaintance appeared at the door.

Dawson Count.

The dwarf Count sat down in the last position under the guidance of the attendant.

Everyone is here.

In the front row, there are four Count. Except for Dawson Count who is loyal to Marquis Garcia, the other three are vassals of Duke Saint Hild.

They are the tallest people in this meeting.

None of the two marquis in Ice Rock City are present.

Dawson Count may represent Marquis Garcia, but what about Marquis Charles?

Colin seems to have guessed the purpose of this meeting.

"cough cough." Count Uman cleared his throat and announced, "Well, now that everyone is here, let's start."

After that, he Look around all around.

Seeing that the other three Counts were nodded in agreement, Count Uman picked up a parchment and said:

"This meeting is mainly to discuss Marquis Charles..."

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Colin secretly thought as expected.

Even if Black Cavalry annihilated the invading troll army and avenged it, obviously, the lords of the North were not ready to let Marquis Charles go.

In other words, these lords still don't want to let Duke Saint Hild go.

They need an explanation!

"...200,000 soldiers from the north were killed in battle, and dozens of cities were looted. Someone must be responsible for such a fiasco!"

Count Uman finished Marquis Charles He then pointed to the parchment in his hand and said:

So, in accordance with the will of Marquis Garcia, I drafted this petition requesting Master Duke Saint Hild to immediately deprive Marquis Charles of the title!

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Lords who agree to this decision, please sign on it!"

After speaking, Count Uman was the first to sign his name, and then handed it to Dawson Count next to it.

Dawson Count slightly smiled, without the slightest hesitation also signed.

Colin noticed that many lords quietly relaxed after seeing Dawson Count's signing, and their eyes became firm.

Obviously, the addition of Black Cavalry greatly boosted their courage.

As long as Marquis Garcia is on their side, it is not impossible to change the owner of the North Territory!

The third Count also signed, and parchment passed to the fourth Count.

This hair grey-white old Count slowly took the parchment in front of one's eyes and looked at it for a long time.

It seems to be carefully considering each word.

At the beginning, everyone was very considerate. After all, Senior, it is understandable that the eyes are not good and the brain is not bright.

But ten minutes later, the old Count hasn't finished watching it.

Everyone is obviously impatient to wait, and many people begin to whisper.

"Count Morrison, have you finished reading it?" Count Uman couldn't help but urged.

"Oh, oh, wait a minute." Count Morrison answered casually, still watching each minding their own business.

After another ten minutes, he finally put down the parchment.

"Have you finished reading?"

"After reading."

"Do you have any comments?"

"Yes! "

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became serious.

"Please tell me." Count Uman's face sank slightly, but he still maintained his demeanor.

Count Morrison chuckled and asked: "Do you know what I see in this petition?"

"What did you see?"

"I only saw two words--" Count Morrison's eyes suddenly became sharp, completely devoid of the old-fashioned look before:

"Betrayal!"

The old but magnificent voice echoed in the venue.

The look on everyone's faces became a little unnatural.

Especially the other three Counts that have just been signed.

After a while, Count Uman faintly opened the mouth and said: "Since Count Morrison disagrees with our decision, we don’t need to sign it."

Count Morrison lightly snorted, throw the parchment away The attendant on the side said with disdain: "Can I leave? The breath here makes me sick!"

"Of course you can leave." Count Uman winked, "Knight Kane, Send Count Morrison away."

"I will go by myself!" Count Morrison ignored Kane, who tried to support him, and walked straight out.

"Hey!"

However, before Count Morrison could walk to the door, a sharp sword pierced his back.

"Ah!!!" Count Morrison screamed and turned his head back, and exclaimed, "Coward! Your father never told you, a Knight attacked from behind..."

"Hey!"

Knight Kane stabbed another sword.

This time, he stabbed it from the front.

"pu!"

Count Morrison put mouth spurt blood on Kane's face and cursed:

"Everyone in the Sudor family is not good Die!"