Chapter 676 (2/2)
”How's it going, boy?” angert looked at him and grinned to the back of his teeth. ”This is the specialty of our mountain rock Castle - fierce sand, sour grapes and a good thing brewed with giant monster blood.”
”It's so sour that it's as bitter as sand. It's hard to drink! But one thing... This wine is stronger than the red blood of your Turin family!”
Looking at the complacent old man, Lauren, whose whole face was twisted into a ball, couldn't even laugh. His forehead kept sweating and raised his glass with the last effort.
The next second, count angert immediately turned around with a solemn expression:
”Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin -!”
The thunderous roar sounded, and hundreds of shouts broke out in the whole hall:
”Long live Duke Loren, long live Byrne, God bless Turin -!!”
The deafening sound came one after another, the mountain roared and tsunami, stretching outward from the hall, and ”rolled” back to the hall from the door like waves.
At this moment, Loren Turin, standing under the banner of the heraldry, looked at the extremely excited faces. The whole world was completely isolated from itself in the cry, and everything became so unreal, unreal, but within reach.
It seems like a dream, like smoke and a mirror.
Until a sudden note sounded and woke him up from his dream.
The cry stopped suddenly, and a strange horn came from the gate; The knights in the hall were stunned and subconsciously turned their eyes to the door.
”What's that sound?” the count of lanmallos in Lake City turned around and looked at each other with several equally confused earls: ”is there any other family Lord who didn't show up?”
Count Eckert, with the same confused face, frowned and suddenly widened his eyes: ”wait! Should this sound be...”
”What a... Grand occasion.”
A crisp but dignified voice with a little childish sounded from the door:
”The last time there was a similar scene, it was my father's time... In the legendary story of the black Duke that he would never get tired of telling...”
Under the protection of two guard knights, the thin boy stepped into the hall of the red blood Castle palace like a deserted place.
The hall of hundreds of knights, but no one spoke; Everyone's eyes are staring at the figure of the boy.
Wearing a black cloak and a long sword hanging from his waist, he stood in front of the round table with a dignified look and looked at the black haired wizard who was several heads taller than him:
”It seems that I came at a bad time... Right?”
”On the contrary, you came at the right time.” the dark eyes and the bright silver pupil looked at each other, and Loren raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
”Welcome to Byrne... Lord of El Mans, his Excellency Archduke Yuli vilz!”