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Suddenly, Veronica heard a noble next to her choked: “Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am afraid of it every day, I am afraid I will never see my family again any day. As long as elves allow us to enter, I will take my family immediately. Move to Carolus, if Dragon of Twilight hits that place, then find a way to Nine Phoenixes…”

Veronica turned and saw the noble of tears. I didn’t know what kind of mood it was, which prompted her to ask her: “Where did Nine Phoenixes go?”

That noble can’t answer, and suddenly stayed.

Veronica shook her head and suddenly turned a little bit stunned. She walked out of the crowd and wanted to leave the place. But at first glance, I saw Duke of Ludwig, who was still in the seat not far away. It was very emotional. The other party stood firmly on her opposite side, but unexpectedly chose to abstain from voting.

Duke of Ludwig was sitting in one’s own position, and he tried to reach for one’s own pocket watch several times, but he had a handy hand and took an empty one.

Veronica looked at the man and understood that perhaps in the two ways of gallows, the latter chose a more cruel one, and he obliterated one’s own hope.

But others may be able to go even more decent.

Even though Veronica has something to say, it is difficult to speak to Duke of Ludwig, who is ten years old. She feels that her heart is blocked and panic. Staying in this fortress may not be the right choice. Where is the right choice?

Could it be that really hope to have lost it?

She can stay here to be generous to death.

Can other people?

At the corner of the round table, High Druid saw this scene, shook his head and got up and left the one’s own position.

Silver Alliance’s Magesmiths are also leaving, although they haven’t commented from the beginning, the wizards just talked to each other, shaking their heads from time to time, with little smile on their faces.

Only the mountain people and the Highlander representatives were sitting in one’s own position, as if they were looking at the other side of the Silver Bay delegates. These little nobles are discussing one’s own to stay, and more importantly, how should the Silver Bay coalition be saved?

Faanzanian was also getting up, packing up all kinds of parchment papers on the table, and the envoys of the White City states behind them went earlier and marched in groups. Something was noisy in the hall, and some people still nodded to High Druid.

But this time –

Wind Elves, who has been watching in the hall, suddenly stood up from his position and looked at the south gate of the hall.

Veronica was about to leave, but she found that not far from the Duke of Ludwig, who had been unaware of the changes around her, she was amazed and shivered from her position, her eyes looked directly behind her. .

She subconsciously turned around.

Many people are also turning back…

The Buga people stopped outside the gate on the north side, and the envoys of the White City states were blocked behind them, both of which turned and looked in this direction.

The people in the position stopped the movements in their hands, the Faanzanian looked towards one’s own, and the representatives of Silver Bay looked at each other in dismay. High Druid’s angered step slowed down, and he turned back, some accidentally looking towards this side.

‘kā chā ‘a light sound.

The door to the south was pushed open by people, and the sound of 吱squeak was heard.

In the hall, Time is quiet, because people see a row of elf Guards with silver armour and winged helmets from the outside of the gate, and a human juvenile walks into the hall.

All Wind Elf in the hall, at this moment, subconsciously bowed.

But what they are doing is not the human teenager.

It is something that the teenager holds.

That is a ring –

In full view, Aruta took the holy ring and walked down the steps to the round table where the elf delegates were; he tilted his head and looked at all the large and small nobles in the hall, then lifted the ring and It is gently placed on the table.

Above the ring, a round of Saers’ nine-grain sacred emblem glows in the glory of the center of the hall.

“Ring of the Wind Empress !”

Someone recognized it with a sharp eye and screamed.

Veronica hearing this gaze, feeling one’s own heartbeat is half a beat; not far away, High Druid’s face is also surprised.

Aruta looked at everyone present.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes also looked at the son of this former hunter.

However, there is no slight retreat in the mind of the youngster. On the contrary, only infinite courage is stirred in his chest. Because today, he understands what he has to do.

That represents a promise that has not been realized for a thousand years, a thousand years later, which will be re-established in today’s Wind Elf in the hands of the descendants of Mist Elf.

A long-awaited promise.

Yaruta quietly started talking: “Saers’ Wind Elf is willing to stay and stick to this fortress.”

The sound echoing in the hall is not high, and even a little childish.