For the nobles of Iversa, the ultimate goal of this dinner was obviously to resolve the conflict between them and Angma.

In fact, for any duke's territory, internal "contradictions" always exist, but for other dukes in the kingdom, it is difficult for the nobles under their rule to unite to rebel...

But the situation became a little special in Everta: Angma almost lost his sense of self for five consecutive years, and Francis was just a mediocre person, and had almost no improvement in the construction of the territory. Instead, he lost more due to the small movements of restraint, so that most lords in the territory gradually lost confidence in the Russiflon family.

After Francis's death, Angma, who returned to power, forcibly launched a war preparation order despite the fact that the territory's financial weakness - this was almost the last straw that crushed their confidence, leaving most of the nobles standing opposite the Duke.

The truth is very simple: the Duke's actions caused a crisis in the entire Everta's finances, and the troops sent everywhere also caused a sense of crisis for most of the nobles... Therefore, they only had one choice: unite and force Angmar to stop these behaviors that seemed to be "cross-border" in their opinion.

"So...you can ignore the enemies on the border and unite and coerce me to compromise?"

There was no sign of Angma's old face. He held a black cane and stood in front of the three lords with his waist straightened - Mursa, Pogre and Gruer. In addition to Viscount Juan, these three were the greatest nobles who clearly opposed Angma. Just now, they finally had a real "confrontation" with Angma.

"This is not coercion, we just want you to see the situation."

"Angma, you're old, look at the decisions you made-are you going to watch Everta collapse?"

"The border matters only need to be solved by the local lords. Didn't we solve the things that happened at the beginning of the year?"

These words were basically equivalent to slapping Angma directly in the face... Perhaps to outsiders, they were right: something happened at the border, and these nobles went to the border for support under the duke's convening order, and then the problem was solved, and everyone was happy.

But what about it? Only Angma and Roddy's troops are the ones who really solve the problem and face the enemy!

And these noble lords took their own group of farmers and soldiers to a show from beginning to end, and did nothing, but they wanted to boast about the credit they were all their own.

Faced with the various "persuasions" of these lords, Duke Angma originally wanted to say something, but after a week of scanning, he smiled helplessly... He knew that his decision would encounter great resistance, but he did not expect that such a storm would be brewing now.

The facts have always been before these people: the orc wolf cavalry forces repeatedly invaded, and none of the undead Magda, Ansadin and Bellom were good at it. If Roddy hadn't been there, half of these nobles in front of them would have suffered unimaginable losses.

But Roddy did it too "in place" - because he solved the enemy again and again and again and stopped the crisis again and again, these nobles did not realize what kind of enemy they were facing, and just thought that everything was a small fuss.

Therefore... Roddy's efforts were not the respect of the nobles, but their selective neglect and ungratefulness...

Angma sighed in his heart. He overestimated the enlightenment of these nobles and underestimated their selfishness.

Looking at the five lords who were willing to stand firmly on their side, the old man who had experienced the prosperity and development stage of the Karen Kingdom was a little sad: the beliefs of the nobles during the reunification of the kingdom were almost gone after more than seventy years... The glory, dedication and sacrifice of the past are now almost all selfish.

"Angma, take a step back, we are all easy to talk to. It is not a good thing for anyone to be in such a stalemate."

If you really have a little sense of crisis, how could you still talk about gossip here that is not painful?

Faced with the collective criticism of these lords, Angma sighed and then slowly said: "If you can make today's decision, I think you have already made some choices-you have chosen to believe Juan's promise, but you are unwilling to think about the reason why I did this, right?"

Angma was not angry and disobedient, but was still asking lightly.

"This is a choice that each of us will make, and it has nothing to do with Juan. Angma, you wouldn't make a decision that only a young boy would have when you were young."

Several lords obviously did not want to admit that Viscount Juan united them, but Angma did not intend to pursue them. He just nodded expressionlessly and continued to ask: "I want to know that if you have to bring so many private soldiers to attend my banquet, are you ready for the worst?"

Having said that, the lords had already noticed some not-so-right atmosphere-the current situation was already very clear. Angma was alone and had only five lords without much power in the territory were willing to support him. If any conflict really broke out, Angma was simply unable to support him and had no chance of winning.

But the old man in front of him really doesn't look weak...

At this time, the venue had been quiet, and only the band was still playing the music hard. There were very few people on the dance floor. Although the lords who were chatting quietly around were trying to cover up the fact that they were pricking up their ears and eavesdropping, the eyes that floated over from time to time still betrayed the tension and uneasiness in their hearts.

The moment of showdown has arrived.

The seemingly chatty dialogue was silent because of Angma's rhetorical question. The three lords did not answer, while Angma closed his eyes on his own, as if waiting for something...

Soon, heavy footsteps came from outside the quiet venue.

The nobles at the scene turned their eyes and were in an instant an uproar - two knights, nearly two meters tall, were walking into the venue in the back garden... Behind them, there were church members wearing black robes.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

There was a loud discussion at the banquet first, and when the two knights approached, the sound seemed to be suppressed, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, and even the band stopped playing--

The oppression brought by the metal armor when touched was doubled by the gorgeous aristocratic clothes. The iconic figure of Titus and Wellington Knights made their identities recognized at the first time, and this scene also made the nobles who had already relaxed in their hearts suddenly nervous.

The only two remaining troops of Duke Angma suddenly broke into the venue with full arms, and people seemed to have smelled some bloody smell...

"Angma, what are you trying to do?!"

The expressions of the lords were obviously not as relaxed as before. They stared at the old duke who was still moving in front of them, and unknowingly, they no longer had the aggressive momentum they had before.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who acts randomly without any evidence. You should be very clear about this."

The Duke slowly opened his eyes. Although he was old and weak, the sharpness in his eyes was as real as it was. His words obviously meant something, which made the three lords look shaking...

The young people may not know, but they know that the Angma used to be bullied without fighting back. Fourteen years ago, when the nobles in the southwest of the territory collectively rebelled, how did Angma do it?

What they can recall seems to be the word "bloody".

It is because of the slightest fear that they always retain in their hearts that now they choose to "force each other with force" rather than "swords and swords to add up".

The duke's decline and his old appearance have made too many people forget his former sharpness - but at this time it was just a simple sentence, and the chill in it made the corners of the eyes of several lords twitch...

Wellington and Titus did not wear heavy plate armor, nor did they wear weapons at their waists. They just picked up a box casually and came to the center of the venue. After saluting silently, they placed the wooden square box on the dining table next to them...

"I know you're all wondering about the movements of Wellington and Titus lately, so now I can briefly talk about what they've been doing these days."

Angma did not go to see the box, but stared at the three lords in front of him with a bad look and continued: "The attacks on the border at the beginning of the year were not only orcs, but also undeads. I have been chasing traitors in the territory who colluded with the undead in the territory these days - what happened in Kige Town, you should know that Captain Roddy solved many scums that should be cleaned up for me, but obviously... this is far from enough."

It sounds like these topics have nothing to do with the nobles in front of you, but when the name "Rody" was mentioned, many people narrowed their eyes slightly, and Quentin and others who were approaching him held their breath slightly.

"It doesn't matter what you do in your own territory, I won't intervene, because you are always the nobles under my rule. But if you collude with the undead or the orcs, or become a lackey of the pagans... you secretly plan to rebel, then you can only be my enemy."

Several lords frowned - they all thought of a less optimistic possibility...

"If you and I only have interests, then we can sit at the negotiating table and discuss it carefully, just like now. Disagreements will be there, but they can be resolved on the table." Angma lightly tapped his cane, stepped to the dining table, reached out to hold the handle of the wooden box, "But if it becomes my enemy, I'm afraid... I have nothing to say."

He casually pulled the wooden box open, letting the bloody smell suddenly dissipate...

In an instant, the entire venue seemed to be covered with a lid. At first it was suppressed to the extreme silence, as if even breathing was silent - then there was a neat sound of sucking air, and then... the uncontrollable screams of the ladies and girls!

The wooden box was filled with Viscount Juan's bloody head.
Chapter completed!