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And Kurul on the side didn’t seem to hear the conversation between the old and the younger couple, just sitting there silently, like a piece of wood, Sugar Bowl noticed her attitude, some dissatisfaction: “Kurul, you haven’t answered me yet. If that is the case.”

Kurul glanced at the little girl and silenced for a moment before he asked: “An Wei is the maid of Witch Queen.”

“I have known this for a long time.” Sugar Bowl didn’t think so: “What is the answer?”

Kurul stopped for a moment: “She is at Aouine.”

Although she did not say who the ‘her’ was, the Sugar Bowl seemed to understand. Like a cat that was stepped on the tail: “What!?”

“I met her a few years ago. She has a little girl. The little girl has a name called Sophia.” She paused: “It’s not a modified name, it’s a real name.”

“Thirteenth Moon!” Sugar Bowl takes a cold air.

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‘xvi:thetower—

The lost moon took the light

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The sound of the cymbal echoed in the hall, and the crowd was divided into two sides. The confrontation between the two sides in the hall is obviously not a one-and-a-half-time meeting. On both sides of the confrontation, one side is well-dressed, and it is the Kirrlutz nobles who have been exiled from the south. The other side of the sky blue shirt, wearing the White Lion Legion’s standard battle armour, is the Aouinian with the fleet – specifically, the Aouine soldier.

Although nobles enjoys the advantage of status, the cold weapons in the hands of young soldiers on the Aouine side are not inferior in the face of such advantages, enough to make these people honestly stop, only dare to glare, or whisper.

“Let your Thane come out!”

“This is the site of Kirrlutzian, not where you Aouinian can be wild!”

“When is he going to deceive us?”

“This is the Kirrlutzian war, you are not welcome here!”

A noisy sound like this is like a scene that is often seen in the Kirrlutz or Aouine Council of Nobles. Perhaps in the usual, a little noble with a little bit of status would not bother to personally roll up the sleeves to do this kind of thing, but nowadays, the next generation of their men will be caught by Brando or forced into Among the ‘local garrisons’ controlled by Aouinian, if they don’t end in person, I am afraid no one will help them.

But among the crowd, there are still a few people who are detached. Specifically, there are five people, five representatives who are noble to negotiate with Brando. They are Orkens Count, Jean Count, Sir Fors, Tirian Baron and Rogers. Knight, of course, the inner court Knight Rogers is only chosen to make up the number. They have a closer relationship with the Brando entire group in their inner court, so nobles hope they can play more roles at this time, at least on behalf of Kirrlutz noble. Say a few fair words in front of these damn Aouinian.

However, compared with the noisy nobles, the five people became more stable. The Orkens Count and the one’s own colleagues looked at each other and looked at the scene in front of them. The expression on the face was not very optimistic. Compared with the normals, which are basically not completely unresolved by Brando, they know more about the temper of the Young Lord. Although they seem to care about everything and speak better, they know that the personality of that person may be more than anyone else imagined. It is much tougher.

Besides, in normally they should have been dispelled by these guards – now they are in this port, although they are nominally managers, but almost all the troops in the entire port are under the control of Aouinian, actually speaking It’s hard to hear. They are just a bunch of shackles. There is no right to speak at all. But today, the other party does not care, as if they let them get things.

Whether it is Orkens Count or a few others, it is a faint smell of conspiracy.

But at this moment they are already if you ride a tiger, it’s hard to get off, except that Rogers Knight is forcibly pulled and can still stand on the sidelines. Others have already visibly sweated on their foreheads, others next to them. Although the enthusiasm is high, the four noble representatives in the middle have been tightening their nerves to the door on the second floor of the hall. They know that if Brando wants to convey something, it’s hard to get someone out of there soon.

as predicted.

Just listening to ‘kā chā’, the door was slammed and the door was pushed open.

The sound of the door opening seemed to be a signal, and the whole hall was quieted down. Everyone was subconsciously raisings head, and no number of lights gathered on the door.

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