Shaman from Afar

Early in the morning, outside the promenade of the Red Blood Fort Palace, the calm looking Red Blood Fort housekeeper was extremely serious and the dark-haired wizard confirmed the last thing.

"According to the ancient customs of Byrne, you must enter the gate under the attention of all the knights present and accept the allegiance of all knights, especially the 13 knight lords, at the round table."

"Finally, the oldest knight will present you a golden cup full of wine-this is also one of the traditions of Byrne. Drink the wine in the glass, then raise one hand above the head and accept all the knights. Cheers ... "

Speaking here, Charles frowned slightly: "Let me remind you that this link is generally a small method used by the counts to express their dissatisfaction and test the Duke himself."

"No matter how big the glass is, no matter how strong the wine is, it must be drunk ... this is tradition."

"Small means?"

"Yes, Roland" Black Duke "had met once; when he succeeded to the throne, the Bosivar family of Wangwangfeng specially cast a basin-sized gold cup to express their dissatisfaction ... That golden cup is still in the palace hall of Wangwang Peak. "

"..." Loren Turin.

"This year's sommelier should be Earl Angut of Shanyanbao. Consider the 'friendly' relationship between you and him ..." The butler shook his head and gave him a sympathetic glance:

"In short ... you should be ready."

The dark-haired wizard couldn't help rolling his eyes.

When he had finished speaking, Charles bowed and said goodbye; before leaving, he did not forget to glance at the little wizard sitting beside him, and slowly turned away.

The silent and long corridor left only Loren and Ain.

"So, you're going to be a Duke?" Said the little wizard who swayed his calf and sat on the chair and wobbled softly. His blue eyes looked at the robe and the heavily armed black wizard.

"Ok."

"nervous?"

"Okay."

"are you afraid?"

"……kind of,"

"Do you regret it?"

"..."

Frowning slightly, Loren sighed and said a bitter smile, "Maybe you were right ... I shouldn't have promised Brandon to come by."

"We had the opportunity to go to Eboden at that time, or simply go back to Lotel; either Shenlinbao or Wimpal may be, maybe we can also visit Liya or other things in Morningstar Forest ..."

"Nonsense." With a sneer, the little wizard interrupted him:

"Even if you go back to college, you restless guy will still make a lot of things in the end!"

The dark-haired wizard spread his hands helplessly.

"There is nothing to regret, Loren; this is your path, you should go on." Slowly standing up, Ain raised his hands and gently pressed his shoulders:

"If Dean Peter knows all this, he will be proud of you; 80% of Isaac will be jealous of being crazy? And Liya, Ruben, Master Freswalk, Master Corona, Ai Lil ... they will all be happy for you. "

"No matter how far you go, you will never ... will never be alone."

Looking at the stunned dark-haired wizard, the cunning little wizard lifted the corner of his mouth and took the opportunity to pat his cheek: "Don't let Charlotte disappoint ... she really sacrificed too much for you."

"Go."

The dark-haired wizard raised his eyes and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Never looked back.

In the scorching sun of midsummer, all the knights who came to observe the ceremony were already standing outside the palace hall, and the road from the steps all the way to the exit was crowded with tide crowds.

Only one passageway for two or three people to pass at the same time was left, extending all the way to the palace gate.

Taking a deep breath, Loren Turin with a solemn expression opened his cloak and stepped on the road to the palace hall.

The sonorous pace struck a crisp echo on the bluestone board.

Countless eyes greet from both sides, constantly converging on his figure; from head to toe, every detail and every pore and movement are being looked at by these eyes.

The whisper of whispers shone through the crowd, like a beast lurking in the jungle, exposed under the keen insight of the dark-haired wizard.

"... He is Loren Turin, grandson of Sir Leonardo, who was elected as the Duke of Byrne by the Round Table Council ..."

"... I was also there that night, right in the cathedral. I saw him knock down six heretics in a blink of an eye, holding a spear and rushing into the altar ..."

"... There is something strange, but he is the Bayern Knight. The Bayern Knight returning from the north of the Boundary Mountain, is this not enough to explain the problem ..."

The black-haired wizard kept his eyes straight and went on; the vigorous steps stepped up the stairs, and each step seemed to be pounding the steps under his feet.

"... I heard that he was a wizard, or a spellcaster who was quite famous in both Eboden and the emperor ..."

"... Not only is he famous, he is a wizard advisor to the royal palace of the Sky Dome, or the president of the Red Blood Sorcerer Association ..."

"... The Holy Cross is on, are we going to choose a wizard to become the Duke of Byrne ..."

"... Well, we have not chosen the unbelieving knight king, not to mention the precedent of the Black Duke, why not ..."

Without saying a word, the faceless Loren continued to move forward; he passed the surging crowd outside the door and came outside the gate of the palace.

Seeing the Captain Ullen guarding him bow immediately, and with the knights of the Red Blood Castle behind him, he respectfully gave way to the dark-haired wizard.

Among the knights guarding the gate, Loren also found the figures of Lucien and McCafferty.

Nodding slightly towards them, Loren stepped into the palace hall.

The moment the figure of the dark-haired wizard appeared, the whole hall was shocked!

The depressive atmosphere is like substance, making the hall silent.

Dark eyes glanced across the faces with different expressions, Loren remained silent.

This is not what I asked for, not even what I wanted, nor what I chose.

But since destiny has to stand on its own opposite, then accept it challenge.

Who made me "the fetter of fate".

Right?

In the silence, Loren Turin stepped forward, passing the nobles, knights, and counts one by one.

The heavy footsteps became the only sound he and everyone could hear.

The expressionless Loren stood under the heraldic flag of the black lion and slowly turned around.

Greet all eyes looking at him.

Under the coat of arms, the knights in the hall lowered their respective heads; the 13 counts sitting at the round table all stood up and turned their eyes seriously to him.

"In the name of Holy Cross ... I would like to declare in the name of the most devout servant ..."

A young priest walked up tremblingly, his right hand holding the Holy Cross verse still shaking, seemingly frightened by the atmosphere in front of him.

Because the Bain Cathedral was destroyed, the bishop himself and hundreds of church clergymen were unfortunately summoned by the Lord that night; for a time, the Red Blood Fort could not even find a decent priest who could witness the Holy Cross .

And the counts who came by the wind and dust had obviously not expected this situation ... In the end, Charles, who was helpless in the end, could only pick the oldest trainee priest from the survivors of the cathedral, and stuffed the oath and scripture into In his arms, he replaced the position that originally belonged to the bishop.

Forced by threats, this powerless trainee priest can only cry and agree ... In a sense, this is also good, because if the bishop himself is still alive, he ca n’t dare to do so without the command of the sky dome and the archbishop. Promised ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The Red Blood Fort Turin family, descendants of the ancient knight king, Loren Turin, blessed by Holy Cross and Brunnhild, are you willing to swear with your own soul and dignity , Defend the glory of Byrne? "

Holding the Scripture in the palm of the priest with his left hand, Loren, with a solemn expression, pressed his right hand against his chest:

"I do."

"Are you willing to protect your subjects and your followers from disaster, oppression, bullying and aggression?"

"I do."

"Are you willing to be a role model for the Bayern knight and defend ancient traditions and knighthood?"

"I do." Loren said one word at a time.

The trembling priest turned, his expression ten thousand times more tense than Loren: "The Duke has sworn, the knights of Byrne ..."

"Please offer your loyalty!"