Shaman from Afar

Ayton Grenwell deliberately lowered his voice. Only Loren heard his words, and Lusien stood behind him blankly, looking around with caution.

The black-haired wizard was surprised, and then quickly calmed down, his eyes narrowed into a slit:

"What do you mean?"

Should Charlotte become the Duke of Byrne ... he is tempting?

"Don't get me wrong, Lord Loren Turin, this is not a hypothetical cliché or temptation." The smile of the Earl of Stormburger seemed to melt the snow and spoke softly to Loren's ear:

"Charlotte is like a biological sister to me, so sometimes I can't help thinking about this; if I really want her to be the Duke of Byrne, it really comes from trust and bloodline recognition ... "

"Or is it a dirty political compromise that makes her a victim of everyone's interests?"

Loren kept silent, but frowned.

He was a little uncertain; the other party's expression didn't seem to be lying, but it was also difficult to determine whether he was really tempting.

"So ... are you not going to help Charlotte, or are you going to become the Duke of Byrne yourself?"

"No, the opposite is true; once any non-Turin family becomes the Duke of Byrne, the blow to the entire Byrne is devastating-this means that Byrne will split or allow the empire to take advantage and participate Come to Byrne's internal affairs. "

Ayton smiled softly, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with light: "So at this point, I am definitely the one who fully supports the Red Blood Fort-Storm Fort is not allowed, neither are the 12 Knight Lords, only the Turin family Have this qualification. "

But ... the dark-haired wizard said secretly in his heart.

"But, do you really want Charlotte to carry such a heavy burden?" Ayton sighed softly, and the gloss in his pupils was very complicated: "You know ... I had a long time ago with Yuli Wiltz Pass a side. "

Loren looked sharply, his eyes alert.

What did he want to say ...

"I hadn't inherited my father's title at that time, but Yuli Wiltz was already a duke ... he was only ten years old that year, so small, the crown was bigger than his head, and the cloak almost wrapped him all Inside, like a cobweb tightly binding his body. "

"But when I saw him, the indifferent face, the eyes without any emotion, so petite but desperately sitting on the chest ... I did see a real duke, which made people willing to kneel The Duke in front of him. "

"The age of the weak crown, but the burden that ordinary people can't imagine, will inevitably make people feel sad; and Charlotte, if she is going to become the Duke of Byrne, the burden will only be thousands of times more than that of Yuli Wiltz! "

The Earl of Stormwind said slightly: "Julie Wurz, he is just a stranger to me who admires and deplores, and Charlotte ... is my blood relative."

"I said it was selfish, but I can't care if this kind of thing happens to others, but I can't accept that this kind of thing will happen to my blood relatives!"

With a sigh, Ayton put his right hand on the shoulder of the dark-haired wizard:

"I can't just keep my eyes open ... Looking at her like Yuli Wiltz, wearing a hypocritical and indifferent skin and being strong in death and loneliness."

"Even if I have to pay a price, I have to protect her."

Looking at Loren, he finally understood what the Earl of Stormwind wanted to say.

Looking back at the gray pupil behind him, Lusien didn't seem to notice the conversation between the two; of course, it might be that he deliberately pretended not to hear and kept silent.

"Marriage." The black-haired wizard raised his head and looked at Ayton Glenwell: "You want to marry the Turin family and become Charlotte's husband."

"This is the only way I can think of to solve all problems." The Earl of Stormburgh conceded unabashedly and said softly:

"Torino is in the north, Grenville is in the south, and the descendants of the cavalier king will rise again from the Black Duke. The lord of the whole Baine will have no strength to question Charlotte, and I can protect her justly. "

"If that's the case, why would you talk to me about it?"

Loren didn't change his face, and asked, "I'm just surnamed Turin; for Red Blood Castle, it's even half an outsider."

"There are many reasons, partly because of Charles."

Ayton once again sighed helplessly: "Because this younger brother, I have shown her the best I can, but I still can't let Charlotte truly trust me ... So, I have to have another reliable person to help. "

The dark-haired wizard raised his eyebrows: "How do you know I'm reliable?"

Looking at Loren, Ayton suddenly showed a mysterious smile:

"Because Ruben Fried, because of the Corona family, Lussak Covo, the Royal Wizarding Academy ..." He spoke slowly, deliberately making these names very clear:

"Because Brandon de Salion ... need more reasons?"

"Have you investigated me?"

"I have to know what kind of person my potential ally is?" Ayton nodded slightly, and said meaningfully: "More importantly, I have to understand what my ally needs."

"So please be assured that Bayern is a loyal ally of His Highness Brandon DeSaleone anyway ... what Gaspar Wien did is enough to dispel all the ideas of His Highness Connold . "

"Even just to prevent Prince Sackland from taking power, we will fully support His Highness Brandon."

The dark-haired wizard didn't say a word, his eyes flicked and Ayton looked around.

In the hall behind the wall, the quarrel can be heard faintly. Outside the corridor, there is a scent of birds and flowers. The sun in the midsummer stops just a few steps away, and both figures are covered by shadows.

"Cough cough ..."

A sudden coughing behind him, Loren and Ayton turning their heads almost at the same time, saw Lucien, who was making a wink, put his right hand behind his back, and pressed his left hand to point behind him.

Loren immediately grasped the idea; Ayton also loosened his shoulders, carrying his hands on the wall mural with great interest, as if there was something new on these centuries-old antiques.

Sure enough ... in less than half a minute, a hurried footsteps came from a distance.

It's really fast.

The anxious footsteps echoed in the hallway, and he could even hear how "obscure" the owner was to express his dissatisfaction at the moment, and he was a little angry.

"Count Stormburg, Lord Ayton Glenwell, why are you here?" Charles looked black, and even so, he did not forget the etiquette, and politely stopped ten steps away:

"I remember the count told you to leave now and return to your room at the same time?"

Ayton shrugged helplessly towards the dark-haired wizard, and then nodded to his own brother meticulously: "The Housekeeper of Red Blood Castle, His Excellency Charles Grenwell, I remember that Earl Charlotte only said the first half Should the half sentence be your own understanding? "

"This is not the place you should stay." Charles was still unwilling, and his expression changed.

"I'm a guest here." Smiling Ayton never gave in: "As a master, shouldn't you know how to treat guests."

"The premise is that guests deserve respect, not bad-hearted evil guests."

"Sorry, are you suggesting anyone ... such words should not come from a noble stop."

"That can only ask you to get used to it as soon as possible ... In addition, I don't mean to imply anyone ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ I'm just talking about you." ...

… For ten minutes, there was still no sign of ending; Loren and Lucien stood side by side and watched the two Glenwell sneer at each other from the air, completely ignorant.

"Lucien, what ..." Looking at the meaning of the two before they stopped, Loren tentatively asked the gray pupil: "You and your brother, did this be the same?"

"Yuli Wiltz? Of course not." The gray pupil blinked and whispered: "We are from Elmans, so we are not so polite."

"That you……"

"We all solve the problem by fighting." Lucien's face is taken for granted: "winning is reasonable, and losing can only accept fate."

"... Does your brother agree?"

"My brother? Whoever disagrees with him? Anyway, it's me who wins each time."

"..." Loren Turin.