Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

The scene fell into an extremely silent atmosphere. Some people did not even dare to speak out. They lowered their heads and listened secretly with their ears.

"reason."

Meredith said in an indifferent tone.

Hearing this, Baird was overjoyed, and Ron seemed to notice something was wrong, but for a while he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Baron Arnold despised the royal family and openly provoked them at the ball hosted by me, asking them to listen to him speak alone and ignore me, the prince." When Baird said this, he did not feel ashamed. Instead, he took the matter as a The so-called 'reason'.

Seeing that Baird wanted to continue talking, King Meredith said in a majestic voice: "Shut up!"

Baird looked frightened and did not dare to speak anymore.

"As a royal family, everything you say and do represents the face of the Meredith royal family. Since they are unwilling to listen to you, we can only imagine how ignorant you are! What kind of face do you have to judge Baron Arnold? sin?"

In front of so many people, the king showed no mercy and scolded Baird.

Generally speaking, for the sake of royal majesty, the king will not do this, but...is there a deeper meaning in this?

Ron looked at the three people behind him, and suddenly noticed that Earl Eugene was looking at him. Sensing Ron's gaze, he smiled at him and then looked back.

How strange.

"Baron Arnold, this matter has nothing to do with you, no need to worry about it." King Meredith said to Ron.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ron saluted and said, "Your Majesty's generosity is good news to us."

Baird's face was ugly, but he had to endure it. He remembered the business of hosting this ball and said quickly: "Father, this time I want to terminate my engagement with Teresa and marry Count Eugene's daughter, Miss Julie. .”

Ron thought King Meredith or Marquis Alfred would be angry after hearing these words, but he didn't see anything on their faces.

Teresa bit her red lips and trembled slightly, looking at her father with an uneasy expression.

"These are the accusations I have collected. Please see my father." Baird called the forged documents the accusations and presented them to the king.

Meredith took it, flipped through it one by one, and handed it to Marquis Noches next to him. He took a casual look at it and passed it to Marquis Alfred.

The paper was filled with crimes about his only daughter. Marquis Alfred read it without blinking and then fell silent.

Ron saw all this in front of his eyes and felt very strange. Marquis Alfred should be very aware of his daughter's character and can see these forged evidences at a glance, but his attitude is very strange. Shouldn't he be angry?

Afraid of the power of the royal family?

He is a marquis himself, a lord who dominates the area. Even if his power is not as powerful as that of the royal family, he should not be able to resist at all.

Very strange, very strange!

Ron thought that the two people came to the palace to meet the king in the morning and were still there. Maybe the result of their discussion had not come out yet.

Maybe it has something to do with this.

Meredith stared at Baird with her eyes fixed on her and asked, "What do you want to do if you come up with this crime?"

Baird said without hesitation: "Please ask my father to exile Teresa to Arnold territory."

Hearing these words, a trace of astonishment flashed in Meredith's eyes. She turned her head slightly and glanced at Marquis Alfred, who was still expressionless, and then at Baird, who was waiting for a reply.

"I grant it."

After King Meredith finished speaking, he strode away from here. Earl Eugene and Marquis Alfred wanted to follow, but they heard him say: "After a long day of hard work, it's time for you to go back."

There was a trace of anger in their words, and the two stopped. Count Eugene glanced at Marquis Alfred, then told his daughter to go home early, and left the palace full of doubts.

The dust had settled before the ball even started, and the result was that Theresa Alfred, the daughter of Marquis Alfred, was really exiled.

This result surprised everyone, and no one expected that it would end in this way.

"Father."

Theresa came to the Marquis' side, her eyes full of grievance and confusion. Marquis Alfred had no intention of explaining, and said: "Let's go home. In a few days, you can go to his territory with Baron Arnold."

In this way, the father and daughter left the uncomfortable dance.

"Father."

Euliez came to the Marquis of Nochis to greet her father.

"Um."

Marquis Noches nodded, "Would you like to stay and continue attending the dance, or go back with me."

"I'd better go back with you, father. It's boring to stay here." Yuliais said calmly, not giving any face to Baird, who was hosting the ball.

"Okay, I'll say a few words to someone before leaving."

Under the gaze of everyone, Marquis Noches came to Ron and said, "Baron Arnold, please take a step to speak."

"Okay, Prime Minister."

It just so happened that Ron was also full of questions. As the prime minister of a country, the Marquis of Noches must know the inside story.

The two of them came to the side so that the sound of the conversation could not be heard.

Marquis Noches spoke first: "Marquis Alfred and Earl Eugene will soon go to war. Your Majesty has deliberately discouraged it. However, the conflict between them is related to the honor and disgrace of the family. It can only be proved by war. Your Majesty can no longer do it." Too much intervention.”

Ron has long heard about the reputation of nobles. Some nobles regard these things as more important than their own lives.

For example, in a duel between two parties, they could have surrendered to save their own lives, but for the sake of honor, they had to protect their family's honor even until they died in battle.

The fact that these two were going to fight was actually learned from Chelsea. Ron didn't feel much surprise, but in order to cooperate with the Prime Minister, he showed a surprised and panic expression.

Marquis Noches continued: "However, you don't have to worry, the war will not spread to the Arnold Territory. Marquis Alfred is a poor man, and Theresa is his only daughter and only relative."

After a pause, he added: "He is very grateful to you for your willingness to take Teresa in. You can take advantage of the opportunity to make a few requests to Marquis Alfred, and he will be very happy to agree to it."

How did you become willing to take her in?

Ron couldn't help but asked after all: "Prime Minister, I'm just a mere baron, and I don't have the ability to protect the Marquis's daughter."

Unexpectedly, Marquis Nochis shook his head and said: "As long as you agree, you can completely protect Theresa."

Seeing Ron's confused expression, Nochis said: "It seems that you still don't know what the name Arnold means. That's all, it's time for me to leave. Goodbye, Baron Arnold."

After leaving a more vague sentence, Marquis Noches called his daughter and left the ball.

Before leaving, Uliez said to Ron: "The stories you tell are very interesting."

She saw that Ron was talking nonsense, but she didn't expose it.

In this way, the Marquis's daughter, known as Ice Rose, Euliez followed her father and left the dance.

Ron was still thinking about what Marquis Noches said, and Michelle and the other three came up and whispered: "Ron, leave quickly. I can't stand the look in His Highness Baird's eyes."

Michelle's words pulled Ron out of his thoughts. He saw Baird's fire-breathing eyes and was indifferent. He also shouted to everyone present: "We are all friends. Come to Arnold's territory as a guest when you have time."

With this extremely influential publicity, I believe that things about the Arnold Territory will inevitably spread in the Royal Academy.

Ron didn't ask for most of the talents to come, but as long as a small number came, this impromptu 'promotional event' would be a success.

Michelle dragged Ron away from the dance with a pale face. He was worried that Baird would lose control if Ron continued to talk, so he chopped him with a sword.