The news of the Duchess' death swept through White Dew Castle like a whirlwind.
Everywhere it went, the crowd was shocked and panicked, not knowing what to do.
Especially the nobles of the Eastern Region gathered at the gate of White Dew Castle. They were shocked and began to worry about their own safety.
First, Count Angele was assassinated, then Marquis Vincent was killed, and now even the Duchess was not spared.
In their eyes, White Dew Castle had become an extremely dangerous place, and they could no longer suppress their desire to escape.
"Please open the gate and let us leave!"
"That's right, since the House of Saint Prospero can't guarantee the stability and safety of White Dew Castle, what right do you have to forcibly detain us!"
"I want to leave today, let's see who dares to stop me!"
…
The guards didn't know what to do when they saw the agitated nobles trying to force their way in.
The captain of the White Dew Castle guards, Knight Warren, also went to check the situation as soon as he heard the news of the Duchess' death.
Knight Warren wasn't there, and the news of the Duchess' death made the guards panic, so they didn't dare to stop the nobles who rushed up. They could only let them forcibly open the gate and leave.
Outside the gate, the nobles finally relaxed, but before they could go far, they saw a figure standing in the middle of the street, seemingly waiting for them.
"Earl Of Avon?"
"Distinguished guests, is the House of Saint Prospero not a good host? Why are you in such a hurry to leave? "The Earl Of Avon asked with a smile.
The nobles of the Eastern Region looked at each other, and then one of the Viscounts stood up and said:
"My Lord Count, it's not that we don't want to stay in White Dew Castle, but there are some problems inside the House of Saint Prospero. In order to avoid more chaos and unnecessary misunderstandings, we decided to leave first."
"Problems? What's the problem in White Dew Castle? "
The nobles then recounted all the deaths that had occurred in White Dew Castle.
After listening, the Earl Of Avon's face didn't show any joy or anger, but he said indifferently:
"Everyone, the Saint Prost Family has indeed encountered some difficulties, but don't tell me you intend to leave just because of this? Have you all forgotten the oath of allegiance you once swore? "
Such a question immediately caused a commotion among the nobles of the Eastern Region.
Some people were ashamed, some didn't think much of it, and there were also some who remained silent and pretended not to hear it …
Count Elven's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the nobles of the Eastern Region, taking in their expressions.
He wasn't disappointed or angry, because he knew very well that loyalty was actually like a gorgeous vase. Usually, it could be used to put on a facade, but when the real storm came, it would often fall and become a mess.
However, not all flower vases are destined to be unable to block the wind and rain, as long as you can show them benefits and hope.
"What are you panicking about? The House of Saint Prospero has been through a lot. Are you going to lose your confidence over such a small issue? "
The Earl Of Avon glanced at the nobles of the Eastern Region in front of him again, but this time, there was less scrutiny and more encouragement and expectation.
"I am confident that I can stabilize the situation in White Dew City, but I need your help.
If you believe me, you can stay. If you don't, you can leave.
It's your choice.
Of course, for those who are willing to stay, on behalf of the House of Saint Prospero, I solemnly promise you — —
Loyalty will be rewarded! "
After saying these words, the Earl Of Avon turned his back to the nobles of the Eastern Region, indicating that he would not interfere with their choice.
The nobles suddenly became restless.
Many people took this opportunity to quietly leave.
However, even more people chose to stay behind.
Because they realized one thing from the Earl Of Avon's confident attitude and his promise — —
Now, the Earl Of Avon was the first in line to succeed the Eastern Region's Duke!
If they lent a helping hand at this time, then in the future, when the Earl Of Avon succeeded the throne, they would inevitably be rewarded handsomely.
On the contrary, if they left now, it would be regarded as a betrayal. Once the Earl Of Avon became the Duke of the Eastern Region, he would certainly suppress them.
If the Duchess was still alive, then most of the nobles of the Eastern Region might hesitate. But now, the possibility of the Earl Of Avon succeeding the throne was greater than ever.
After a while, the Earl Of Avon turned around again and showed a sincere smile to the remaining nobles of the Eastern Region.
"Congratulations, you have made the right choice!"
An aristocrat stepped out from the crowd and said:
"My Lord, we believe that you can bring stability and prosperity to the Eastern Region. So, if you need us to do anything, please tell us!"
The Earl Of Avon nodded and didn't beat around the bush.
"I need you to immediately gather the army and attack the Sky Horse Legion!"
The nobles of the Eastern Region were suddenly dumbfounded.
"My Lord … … Are you sure? You want us to attack the Sky Horse Legion? Shouldn't we be suppressing the traitors of the Nichol Family? "
The Earl Of Avon shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"No. The real traitors are the Sky Horse Legion. The Nichol Family is the force loyal to the House of Saint Prospero. "
Hearing this, some of the smarter nobles finally reacted.
In the Sky Horse Legion, there were forces loyal to the Duke of Saint Prospero, Marquis Vincent, the Duchess, and even Knight Ivan. But there were no forces loyal to the Earl Of Avon.
Therefore, this army of the House of Saint Prospero wasn't the Earl Of Avon's support at all. On the contrary, it might even be an obstacle to his succession as the Duke of the Eastern Region!
After some whispering, the slow-witted nobles came back to their senses and agreed with the Earl Of Avon's proposal.
They were scared to death of the Bloody Cavalry, but they weren't afraid of the Sky Horse Legion, especially this one that had just been rebuilt and had low fighting power.
So, the Earl Of Avon ordered the nobles to disperse and gather their own troops.
The Earl Of Avon stood alone in front of White Dew Castle. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't choose to enter.
Since he had already persuaded the lords to gather their troops to attack the Sky Horse Legion, the Earl Of Avon felt that there was no need for him to enter White Dew Castle.
The situation in the castle was too complicated and dangerous. At least, before stabilizing the situation in White Dew City, the Earl Of Avon wouldn't take the risk.
Turning around, the Earl Of Avon was about to leave when he saw a familiar figure.
"Anna? Why are you here? "
Anna looked at her brother coldly and asked, "Brother, you still say that you didn't betray the family?"
The Earl Of Avon suddenly had a headache and could only patiently explain.
"Anna, listen to me. The Sky Horse Legion has long become the source of the chaos in White Dew City. If I want to stabilize the situation, I have to …"
Anna didn't seem to listen to the Earl Of Avon's explanation at all. She pulled out the greatsword on her back and rushed over!
"Sister! You … "
Swoosh!
The huge sword drew a ferocious arc in the air, but it brushed past the Earl Of Avon's body and swept into the shadows at the corner of the street!
Boom!
A huge figure was forced out amidst the splashing of gravel.
He was shrouded in a blood-red curtain of smoke, and his face couldn't be seen clearly. Only a pair of black bat wings stretched out more than ten meters on both sides. The huge shadow almost covered half of the street.
Only then did Count Elven turn around in shock and blurt out, "My Lord, I'm not a Lord.
"Winged Knight!"
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