Chapter 675 (2/2)

”... he is Loren Turin, the grandson of Sir Leonardo, who was elected Duke of Byrne by the round table...”

”... I was there that night, right in the cathedral. I saw him put down six Heretics in the blink of an eye and rush into the altar alone with a long gun...”

”... what's strange? He's a Byrne knight, a Byrne knight who came back from the north of duanjie mountain. Isn't that enough to explain the problem...”

The black haired wizard looked straight ahead; Vigorous steps stepped on the steps, and each step seemed to beat the steps under your feet.

”... I heard he was a wizard and a famous caster in eboden and the imperial capital...”

”... he is more than famous. He is the wizard consultant of the royal family of the sky palace and the president of the red blood Castle wizard Association...”

”... the Holy Cross is on the. Shall we choose a wizard to be the Duke of Byrne...”

”... so what, we haven't chosen the knight king who doesn't believe in God, let alone the precedent of the black Duke. Why can't we...”

Silent and expressionless, Loren continued to move forward; He passed through the surging crowd outside the gate and came to the gate of the palace.

Seeing him coming, the captain of Youlun guard immediately bowed down and made way for the black haired wizard with the red blood Castle Knights behind him.

Among the Knights guarding the gate, Loren also found Lucian and McAfee.

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

At the moment when the dark haired wizard appeared, the whole hall was shocked!

The repressive atmosphere was like substance, making the hall silent.

Dark eyes swept one by one and looked at himself. With different faces, Loren was still silent.

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

But since fate has to stand on its opposite, accept its challenge calmly.

Who makes me ”the broken shackle of fate”.

Right?

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

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

The expressionless Loren stood under the heraldry flag of the golden lion on a black background and turned slowly.

Welcome all the eyes looking at him.

Under the coat of arms, the knights in the hall lowered their heads one after another; The thirteen earls sitting in front of the round table rose one after another and turned their eyes to him seriously.

”In the name of the Holy Cross... In the name of the most devout servant...”

A young priest came forward trembling. His right hand holding the Holy Cross was still shaking. It seemed that he was frightened by the atmosphere in front of him.

Because Byrne cathedral was destroyed, the bishop himself and hundreds of church clergy in red blood castle were unfortunately summoned by the Lord that night; For a time, the red blood castle could not even find a decent priest who could be the witness of the Holy Cross.

The dusty earls obviously didn't expect this situation... Finally, Charles, who was helpless, could only pick the oldest trainee priest from the survivors of the cathedral and put the oath and Scriptures into his arms to replace the position originally belonging to the bishop.

Forced by the threat, the powerless trainee priest had to cry and agree... In a sense, it's good, because if the bishop himself was still alive, he would never agree without the orders of the heavenly palace and the archbishop.

”... Loren Turin, the Turin family of red blood castle, the descendant of the ancient Knight king, blessed by the Holy Cross and Brunhild, are you willing to swear with your soul and dignity to defend the glory of Byrne?”

The left hand pressed the Scripture in the priest's palm, and the solemn looking Loren put his right hand against his chest:

”I will.”

”Are you willing to protect your subjects and your followers from disaster, oppression, humiliation and aggression?”

”I will.”

”Are you willing to be an example of Byrne knights and defend ancient traditions and Knights' creeds?”

”I'd like to.” Lauren said word by word.

The trembling priest turned and looked ten thousand times more nervous than Loren: ”the Duke has sworn in, Byrne's knights...”

”Please offer your loyalty!”