Chapter 670 (1/2)

Husband?

Although she noticed it the moment count angert spoke, Charlotte trembled when Aton really said it.

”Do you... All adults think so?”

The frost faced Charlotte had to bite her lower lip so that she wouldn't lose her manners. The stunned pupils gradually became as cold as frost and swept one by one from the faces of each Knight Lord.

There was a strange silence in the hall.

None of the Earls sitting around the round table objected, surprised, or even made a noise.

”This should have been!”

The count of angert snorted coldly, broke the silence for a moment, and looked at Charlotte without concealment: ”to make Byrne strong again, the first thing is to strengthen the Daling family and continue the blood of the knight king!”

”Only when the Turin family's heritage is strong enough, can Byrne have enough confidence and challenge the sky palace in the north, the dwarfs in the South and the hybrids in the green sea! It would be even more important if he could have an heir as soon as possible...”

”Lord guy angert --!”

If the count of fury castle of thunder forcibly interrupted the old man's words, his sharp eyes looked at him without flinching: ”you... Too much!”

”Bang --!”

The count of angert, whose words were blocked in his mouth, suddenly turned back and glared angrily. His right hand with wrist guard smashed a hole directly on the table.

Under the tense eyes of the knight lords, the two men looked at each other for ten seconds before the old man sat back on his seat with a cold hum.

”Uncle Eckert...”

The flustered Charlotte even looked at the count of angry castle in a low voice: ”don't you think I'm qualified to go...”

”No, it's not what you think.” the count of fury castle, sitting on the countess's left hand, looked at her gently, and his calm and gentle voice was completely different from that just now:

”Your performance today has greatly exceeded all our expectations. Even count angert can be restrained by you. No one here will doubt your wrist.”

”Hum --!” the old man who heard this turned his head directly.

With a sigh, count Eckert raised the letter in his right hand: ”without this thing, we would not have made such a request, at least not in this way of coercion; but now the situation is... We have no choice.”

The countess bit her lower lip like frost.

”If we are negotiating with the Empire, we all believe that your skill will win dignity for Byrne and the Turin family; but war... That's another matter.”

”Even if the war can be delayed for another three or five years, when your position in the sky palace and Bain is gradually consolidated, everything is not negotiable, but... As I just said, we have no choice at the moment.”

”To send troops to the green sea to rescue the Principality of Boye, there can be no other than Duke Bain.” that is to say, in your eyes, as the direct blood of Turin family and the count of red blood castle, I am not qualified to lead the Knights of Bain and lead the expedition like the ancestors of previous generations, right? ”

Charlotte's sword eyebrows stood up, and the heavy atmosphere made her regain her original dignity: ”that's why you said... I need a husband?!”

”If you have to ask so directly... Yes.”

The opening was still count Eckert, looking at Charlotte with a solemn expression: ”yes, you are the descendant of the knight king, but you don't have any experience in fighting with the enemy, let alone on the battlefield!”

”It may be your strong point to compromise in the court; but I said... The battlefield is another matter! We can't afford to let a woman who has never fought command Bain's Knight, and Bain and Turin can't afford this risk!”

”Byrne may not have such a precedent, but there is a queen who once saved the whole empire and won the eighth war of demon invasion!” Charlotte still refused to give up and strongly gritted her teeth to retort.

”Now that you know the war, you should remember who helped the great 'Dragon Queen' clean up the mess and was shamefully stigmatized as a traitor after death!”

The count of angert roughly interrupted her, and the roar sounded like thunder in the countess's ear: ”isn't this lesson not deep enough, and will the tragedy of the black Duke be staged again?”