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When the fireball in the sky rises to the highest position, the sun once again emits a scorching light like a diamond in the flame, and emits an arc in the empty blue sky. The heat is poured down, and you can feel it through your clothes .

Duke Louis Ron wore a bright silk coat and a tailored pleated coat, but he wore a black coat outside, tightly tied with a row of buttons, and the part from the shoulder to the abdomen was almost close to Body, suddenly widened from the waist down.

Two black belts with polished silver buckles buckle on the belly, and three layers of black silk neckers with pleats pour down from the collar. Striped grey trousers are placed on thick heel shark leather shoes. The tongue of the black satin ribbon rolls out, and the curled leaves like the flowers in the greenhouse droop on the feet, which looks somewhat funny.

Some beads of sweat oozed from the clean forehead, in the city that was once known as Khahadad-Twa — now known as New Rune, our Duke of Rune was reluctant to give up the name of the former Fort Rune— —Unlike the seaside, the summer in the new Lune on the hills is not friendly. Of course, this has something to do with the person the Duke wants to meet, otherwise he will never wear it so tightly.

The man sitting opposite the Duke of Lords wore a dark short cloak, a black velvet blouse with delicate lace. The black and white background is embroidered with gold and silver threads with gorgeous patterns, decorated with pearls and precious stones. The turtleneck of the dress extends behind the ears, and the huge pleated lace on the neck is like a tray holding the head.

His lower body is tight knee-length pants, the crotch is padded, showing the master's majesty. The legs are white tight half-length trousers, tightly attached to the legs, showing the curve of the legs.

Their owners were wrapped around their necks with stiff, thick pleated lace. He had short hair and a face with unusually beautifully trimmed short beards, which showed a proud, self-respecting, incompetent posture. 35xs

The Duke of Louis was overwhelmed by the attitude of the Marquis of Malaga-Canary in formal clothes, thinking that this is the heroic attitude that the nobleman should show.

In addition to the two adults, there was also the clerk of the Marquis of Canary: a young, excessive boy, very handsome, but not well-dressed. Strangely, however, including the Duke of Louis and his two cronies, the Earl of Capos and Baron Moradron-Dell Sur did not say anything.

"Drink something, Lord Marquis." Duke Louise broke the quiet atmosphere in the study and asked with a smile.

The Marquis of Canary did not answer immediately. He just glanced at the three adults in the Principality of Ron in the room. His body did not move at all, and his eyes turned proudly.

"Honorable Duke of Rune." The Marquis of Canary nodded slightly, and said with a gentle sense that the staff in the room could hear clearly. "A glass of wine is really good, but I'm afraid of making inappropriate behavior. It hurts the feelings of the Duke."

After listening to the first sentence, Duke Louise's hand reaching for the bottle stopped awkwardly in the air.

"Admiral Marquis probably knows how to drink wine, especially when discussing agreements. I have heard an old saying: used to sweat in the morning and regret at night." Moradron's words resolved the embarrassment of the Duke. "However, trust me, Lord Duke only has goodwill, a thirty-year-old bottle of Bill Barry. Only you can drink with Lord Duke. 35xs"

"Please forgive me for being rude." The Marquis of Canary stood up and bowed slightly. He was interested in thirty years of wine, but he had more important tasks. "But if you can, please speak up. My King Fernando doesn't like communicative behavior at the negotiating table."

The Duke of Louis did not force, and motioned to Moradron to explain his intentions on this side. Moradron received the look of the Duke and turned to look at the Lord Marquis on the opposite side. When he saw the Lord Marquis, he nodded and expressed his approval.

"Istania has been falling apart for many years," Moradron said after receiving approval from both parties. "But Istana is about to reunify, this is not a secret."

The Duke of Louis took a sip of his wine irresponsibly and said nothing. The Marquis of Canary was expressionless.

"The Principality of Ron has always been outside the main conflict of interest, thanks to the existence of the dwarves. When the Night Church appeared, Bill Barry and Margarita, er, worked in the opposite direction and had The dwarves caused actual damage. "Moradron directly pointed out the fact that Bill Barry and Margarita pitted the dwarves.

The Marquis of Canary frowned this time, and he began to think about why Ron, who had lost the support of the dwarves, started to gain strength at the negotiating table this time, was he prepared to bluff or had a real card.

"Fortunately, our dear dwarf friends found a place where they were willing to take them in." Moradron paused. "Fatlin Association, they are also willing to show goodwill to us."

"Fatlin Association?" Asked the Marquis of Canary.

"Sorry," Louis said after taking a sip of wine and letting the fresh flames flow into his tongue. "The Fatalin Association is made up of a group of mages ... the forces. My dwarf friends are among them. Fatalin has an independent military and tax, and everything in their territory is managed by them."

"I heard some rumors about the Fatalin Association. It was heard from Tirya that they blew up half of the dock in Reilmas." The Marquis of Canary still kept his chin facing the man Said. "No one cares about rumors, everyone knows that rumors will exaggerate the facts infinitely."

"However," the Marquis of Canary continued. "You are talking about‘ them ’not‘ us ’. Is this detail important?”

Duke Louis was not talking, Moradron continued his work.

"In a certain way, yes. When everyone knows that Istana is about to reunify, Ruen also has to look for more 'friends." Moradron made a nervous expression.

"Are you going to participate?" The Marquis of Canary raised his lips slightly, his face all smiles lightly.

"Istania was the largest in history with two emperors, three kings and eight dukes. Now, there are only two kings," Moradron replied.

"One king, the other is just a hypocrite under the banner of the king." The Marquis of Canary said disdainfully.

"Please forgive me for my mistakes." Moradron bowed and apologized. "In addition, there are only four Dukes left."

"It will soon be five, if the hypocrite is smart enough."

"Of course, His Majesty Fernando is really benevolent," Moradron touted. "Ron is tired of Istana, which is torn apart, tired of the restrictions and battles between the six city-states. We could have accumulated a lot of wealth through war and trade, but we spent all our energy on it. Fight against neighbors. "

"Interesting, you said" we "." The Marquis of Canary finally gave a pleasant smile.

"Yes, the Ruen family believes that the split Istana really does more harm than good. We have nearly thousand years of experience in trade and war, and we should not only use them in our own territory." Moradron finished Looking at Lord Marquis, I won't go on.

"Please continue, I'm curious what Ruen wants." The Marquis of Canary said.

"I think it's enough for Istania to have four Dukes. Of course, we can start by dethroning the hypocrite of Bill Barry." Duke Louis said. "I also think Margarita has the right to take back the town of Severnos and Severus."

The Marquis of Canary thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Lord Duke. But this is not enough."

Duke Ron leaned back on the back of the chair, his hands crossed on his abdomen, and he didn't go on. Silence began to spread between the two parties. He was not good at negotiation. He preferred to deal with civil affairs. But he trusted Moradron, and the handsome baron told him that if faced with this situation, he should remain silent.

"Ron is the most of the six city-states, facing the sea on both sides, almost unable to defend." Moradron said suddenly. "The dwarf friends of Ruhn are also facing their own problems. Fortunately, the new Ruhn City is very strong, thanks to the craftsmanship of the dwarves. As for our new allies, I believe they are willing to show kindness."

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When the fireball in the sky rises to the highest position, the sun once again emits a scorching light like a diamond in the flame, and emits an arc in the empty blue sky. The heat is poured down, and you can feel it through your clothes .

Duke Louis Ron wore a bright silk coat and a tailored pleated coat, but he wore a black coat outside, tightly tied with a row of buttons, and the part from the shoulder to the abdomen was almost close to Body, suddenly widened from the waist down.

Two black belts with polished silver buckles buckle on the belly, and three layers of black silk neckers with pleats pour down from the collar. Striped grey trousers are placed on thick heel shark leather shoes. The tongue of the black satin ribbon rolls out, and the curled leaves like the flowers in the greenhouse droop on the feet, which looks somewhat funny.

Some beads of sweat oozed from the clean forehead, in the city that was once known as Khahadad-Twa — now known as New Rune, our Duke of Rune was reluctant to give up the name of the former Fort Rune— —Unlike the seaside, the summer in the new Lune on the hills is not friendly. Of course, this has something to do with the person the Duke wants to meet, otherwise he will never wear it so tightly.

The man sitting opposite the Duke of Lords wore a dark short cloak, a black velvet blouse with delicate lace. The black and white background is embroidered with gold and silver threads with gorgeous patterns, decorated with pearls and precious stones. The turtleneck of the dress extends behind the ears, and the huge pleated lace on the neck is like a tray holding the head.

His lower body is tight knee-length pants, the crotch is padded, showing the master's majesty. The legs are white tight half-length trousers, tightly attached to the legs, showing the curve of the legs.

Their owners were wrapped around their necks with stiff, thick pleated lace. He had short hair and a face with unusually beautifully trimmed short beards, which showed a proud, self-respecting, incompetent posture. 35xs

The Duke of Louis was overwhelmed by the attitude of the Marquis of Malaga-Canary in formal clothes, thinking that this is the heroic attitude that the nobleman should show.

In addition to the two adults, there was also the clerk of the Marquis of Canary: a young, excessive boy, very handsome, but not well-dressed. Strangely, however, including the Duke of Louis and his two cronies, the Earl of Capos and Baron Moradron-Dell Sur did not say anything.

"Drink something, Lord Marquis." Duke Louise broke the quiet atmosphere in the study and asked with a smile.

The Marquis of Canary did not answer immediately. He just glanced at the three adults in the Principality of Ron in the room. His body did not move at all, and his eyes turned proudly.

"Honorable Duke of Rune." The Marquis of Canary nodded slightly, and said with a gentle sense that the staff in the room could hear clearly. "A glass of wine is really good, but I'm afraid of making inappropriate behavior. It hurts the feelings of the Duke."

After listening to the first sentence, Duke Louise's hand reaching for the bottle stopped awkwardly in the air.

"Admiral Marquis probably knows how to drink wine, especially when discussing agreements. I have heard an old saying: used to sweat in the morning and regret at night." Moradron's words resolved the embarrassment of the Duke. "However, trust me, Lord Duke only has goodwill, a thirty-year-old bottle of Bill Barry. Only you can drink with Lord Duke. 35xs"

"Please forgive me for being rude." The Marquis of Canary stood up and bowed slightly. He was interested in thirty years of wine, but he had more important tasks. "But if you can, please speak up. My King Fernando doesn't like communicative behavior at the negotiating table."

The Duke of Louis did not force, and motioned to Moradron to explain his intentions on this side. Moradron received the look of the Duke and turned to look at the Lord Marquis on the opposite side. When he saw the Lord Marquis, he nodded and expressed his approval.

"Istania has been falling apart for many years," Moradron said after receiving approval from both parties. "But Istana is about to reunify, this is not a secret."

The Duke of Louis took a sip of his wine irresponsibly and said nothing. The Marquis of Canary was expressionless.

"The Principality of Ron has always been outside the main conflict of interest, thanks to the existence of the dwarves. When the Night Church appeared, Bill Barry and Margarita, er, worked in the opposite direction and had The dwarves caused actual damage. "Moradron directly pointed out the fact that Bill Barry and Margarita pitted the dwarves.

The Marquis of Canary frowned this time, and he began to think about why Ron, who had lost the support of the dwarves, started to gain strength at the negotiating table this time, was he prepared to bluff or had a real card.

"Fortunately, our dear dwarf friends found a place where they were willing to take them in." Moradron paused. "Fatlin Association, they are also willing to show goodwill to us."

"Fatlin Association?" Asked the Marquis of Canary.

"Sorry," Louis said after taking a sip of wine and letting the fresh flames flow into his tongue. "The Fatalin Association is made up of a group of mages ... the forces. My dwarf friends are among them. Fatalin has an independent military and tax, and everything in their territory is managed by them."

"I heard some rumors about the Fatalin Association. It was heard from Tirya that they blew up half of the dock in Reilmas." The Marquis of Canary still kept his chin facing the man Said. "No one cares about rumors, everyone knows that rumors will exaggerate the facts infinitely."

"However," the Marquis of Canary continued. "You are talking about‘ them ’not‘ us ’. Is this detail important?”

Duke Louis was not talking, Moradron continued his work.

"In a certain way, yes. When everyone knows that Istana is about to reunify, Ruen also has to look for more 'friends." Moradron made a nervous expression.

"Are you going to participate?" The Marquis of Canary raised his lips slightly, his face all smiles lightly.

"Istania was the largest in history with two emperors, three kings and eight dukes. Now, there are only two kings," Moradron replied.

"One king, the other is just a hypocrite under the banner of the king." The Marquis of Canary said disdainfully.

"Please forgive me for my mistakes." Moradron bowed and apologized. "In addition, there are only four Dukes left."

"It will be five soon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ if the hypocrite is smart enough."

"Of course, His Majesty Fernando is really benevolent," Moradron touted. "Ron is tired of Istana, which is torn apart, tired of the restrictions and battles between the six city-states. We could have accumulated a lot of wealth through war and trade, but we spent all our energy on it. Fight against neighbors. "

"Interesting, you said" we "." The Marquis of Canary finally gave a pleasant smile.

"Yes, the Ruen family believes that the split Istana really does more harm than good. We have nearly thousand years of experience in trade and war, and we should not only use them in our own territory." Moradron finished Looking at Lord Marquis, I won't go on.

"Please continue, I'm curious what Ruen wants." The Marquis of Canary said.

"I think it's enough for Istania to have four Dukes. Of course, we can start by dethroning the hypocrite of Bill Barry." Duke Louis said. "I also think Margarita has the right to take back the town of Severnos and Severus."

The Marquis of Canary thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Lord Duke. But this is not enough."

Duke Ron leaned back on the back of the chair, his hands crossed on his abdomen, and he didn't go on. Silence began to spread between the two parties. He was not good at negotiation. He preferred to deal with civil affairs. But he trusted Moradron, and the handsome baron told him that if faced with this situation, he should remain silent.

"Ron is the most of the six city-states, facing the sea on both sides, almost unable to defend." Moradron said suddenly. "The dwarf friends of Ruhn are also facing their own problems. Fortunately, the new Ruhn City is very strong, thanks to the craftsmanship of the dwarves. As for our new allies, I believe they are willing to show kindness."