Capítulo 59: Lords Meeting (Part 1)
On the second day after entering the city, Colin received an invitation.
"Suzerain's Meeting?"
Colin read through the contents of the invitation and immediately realized that the suzerains gathered in Icestone City were preparing to cause trouble.
Caitlin didn't seem to realize the hidden meaning behind the invitation. She was only happy for her brother.
In her opinion, even though her brother hadn't officially received the title of Baron from the duke, he had already received the recognition of all the suzerains in the Northern Frontier.
"You need a Baron's ceremonial robe!" Caitlin suddenly said seriously.
Then, she ran out in a hurry, "I'll go make one for you right now!"
"Hey, wait, don't I have to go with you?"
Caitlin turned around and smiled dotingly, "Silly brother, do you think I don't know your size?"
Colin was stunned. Looking at his sister's back as she left, the memories of the past couldn't help but surface in his mind.
Those beautiful memories kept reminding Colin how close the relationship between him and his brother was.
Would the sister in his memory really plot against him for the title of Baron?
Colin suddenly felt uncertain.
Moreover, if it really was her, would she still be able to face him so calmly and naturally?
Colin didn't believe that his sister was such a scheming person.
At least, the sister in his memory wasn't.
Perhaps, the assassination had been planned by Count Auldmann in secret from the start, and he only wanted to give his illegitimate son a family property.
His sister, on the other hand, was probably kept in the dark.
But this was only a possibility.
Colin sighed and stopped himself from making wild guesses.
Even though he didn't want the sister who had cared for him since he was young to become an enemy, he couldn't completely trust Caitlin before the truth came to light.
Two days passed in a flash, and it was time for the Suzerain's Meeting.
Colin left the inn under his sister's nagging and came to the Su Duo family's castle.
He saw the butler who tried to throw him out last time. This time, he welcomed Colin with a smile.
However, Colin did not feel much sincerity from this smile.
Entering the conference hall, Colin was led to an inconspicuous corner by an attendant.
It couldn't be helped. Since this was a "Suzerain's Conference", the participants were all real nobles with titles. As for Colin, who hadn't really inherited the title of Baron, he could only sit in the corner.
If it wasn't for the fact that he represented the Angele family, he wouldn't have been able to enter the venue as a knight.
The lords entered the venue one after another, and like Colin, they were led to their respective seats by the attendants.
The meeting this time was very formal, so everyone's seats were arranged according to their status. No one was allowed to sit randomly.
The atmosphere in the venue was also very solemn. Basically, no one spoke.
When it was almost time for the meeting to start, the venue was almost full. There was only one empty seat left in the front row.
Just as Colin was guessing who the last seat was reserved for, an old acquaintance appeared at the door.
Earl Dawson.
The Dwarven Count was led to the last seat by his attendant.
Everyone was present.
Sitting in the front row were four Counts. Aside from Earl Dawson who was loyal to Marquis García, the other three were all vassals of the Duke Of St. Hilde.
They were the people with the highest status in this conference.
However, neither of the two Marquises of Icestone City were present.
Earl Dawson could represent Marquis García, but what about Marquis Charles?
Colin seemed to have guessed the purpose of this conference.
"Ahem." Earl Oman cleared his throat and announced, "Alright, since everyone is here, let's begin."
After speaking, he looked around.
Seeing that the other three Counts nodded in agreement, Earl Oman picked up a piece of parchment and said,
"This conference is mainly to discuss the matter of Marquis Charles … …"
Colin thought to himself, "As expected."
Even though the Black Cavalry had annihilated the invading Troll army and taken revenge, it was clear that the lords of the Northern Frontier were not prepared to let Marquis Charles go.
In other words, these lords were still unwilling to let the Duke Of St. Hilde go.
They needed an explanation!
"… … Two hundred thousand Northern Frontier soldiers died on the battlefield and a dozen cities were plundered. Someone has to take responsibility for such a disastrous defeat!"
After Earl Oman finished criticizing Marquis Charles' crimes, he pointed at the parchment in his hand and said,
"Thus, in accordance with the will of Marquis García, I have drafted this petition, requesting His Excellency the Duke Of St. Hilde to immediately strip Marquis Charles of his title!
Lords who agree with this decision, please sign it! "
After saying that, Earl Oman was the first to sign his name and handed it over to Earl Dawson.
Earl Dawson smiled and signed without hesitation.
Colin noticed that after seeing Earl Dawson sign his name, many lords secretly heaved a sigh of relief, their gazes becoming resolute.
Evidently, the addition of the Black Cavalry had greatly increased their courage.
As long as Marquis García was on their side, then changing the master of the Northern Frontier was not impossible!
The third Earl also signed his name and the parchment was passed to the fourth Earl.
This white-haired old Earl slowly brought the parchment to his eyes and looked at it for a long time.
It was as if he was carefully considering every word.
At the start, everyone was very understanding. After all, he was an old man, and it was understandable that his eyesight was not good.
But after ten minutes, this old Earl still had not finished reading it.
Everyone was obviously impatient, and many people began to whisper to each other.
"Count Morrison, are you done?" Count Aulmann couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, oh, wait a moment," Count Morrison replied casually as he continued to read the book.
After another ten minutes, he finally put down the parchment.
"Are you done reading?"
"I'm done."
"Do you have any objections?"
"Yes!"
The atmosphere in the hall immediately became heavy.
"Please speak." Earl Oman's expression sank slightly, but he still maintained his poise.
Count Morrison chuckled and asked, "Do you know what I see in this petition?"
"What did you see?"
"I only saw two words …" Count Morrison's gaze suddenly sharpened. He no longer looked as frail as he did before.
"Betrayal!"
The old but loud voice echoed in the hall.
This caused the expressions on everyone's faces to become somewhat unnatural.
Especially the other three Earls who had just signed their names.
After a long while, Earl Oman said calmly, "Since Earl Morrison does not agree with our decision, you can choose not to sign it."
Earl Morrison snorted lightly and threw the parchment into the hands of an attendant at the side, saying disdainfully, "Can I leave now? The aura here makes me sick! "
"Of course you can leave," Earl Oman gave him a look. "Knight Of Kahn, send Earl Morrison away."
"I can walk on my own!" Count Morrison ignored Kahn, who was trying to help him, and walked straight out.
"Tch!"
However, before Count Morrison could reach the door, a sharp sword pierced through his back.
"Ah!" Earl Morrison screamed as he turned around, angrily rebuking, "Coward! Didn't your father tell you to sneak attack a knight from behind? "
"Tch!"
Knight Of Kahn stabbed him again.
This time, he stabbed him from the front.
"Pfft!"
Earl Morrison spat a mouthful of blood on Kahn's face and cursed.
"Everyone in the Su Duo family will die a horrible death!"
Status de energia semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Pedra de
Poder