The day after entering the city, Colin received an invitation letter.

 

"A meeting of lords?"

 

Colin read the contents of the invitation and immediately realized that the group of lords gathered in Ice Rock City were indeed planning to cause trouble.

 

Caitlin didn't seem to realize what was behind the invitation. She was just happy for her brother.

 

In her opinion, although her brother has not officially accepted the Duke's canonization as a baron, he has already been recognized by the major lords in the north.

 

"You need a baron dress!" Caitlin suddenly said seriously.

 

Then, she ran out in a hurry: "I'm going to customize one for you right now!"

 

"Oh, wait, don't I need to go with you?"

 

Caitlin turned back and smiled fondly: "Silly brother, I don't know your size yet."

 

Colin was stunned for a moment, looking at his sister's retreating back, memories of the past could not help but come to mind.

 

Those beautiful pasts kept reminding Colin how close their brother-sister relationship was.

 

Would the sister in my memory really murder herself for the sake of a baronship?

 

Colin was suddenly a little unsure.

 

Moreover, if it is really her, can she still face herself so calmly and naturally now?

 

Colin didn't believe that his sister was such a scheming person.

 

At least, not the one she remembers.

 

Perhaps Count Uman was secretly planning the assassination from beginning to end, just to gain a family fortune for his illegitimate son.

 

As for his sister, I'm afraid she has always been kept in the dark.

 

But this is only a possibility.

 

Colin sighed and stopped himself from making random guesses.

 

Although he really didn't want the sister who had cared for him since childhood to become his enemy, at least until the truth came out, he couldn't fully trust Caitlin.

 

Two days passed by in a flash, and it was time for the lords' meeting.

 

Colin left the hotel at his sister's slightly nagging instructions and came to the Sudor family's castle.

 

He saw the butler who tried to throw him out last time again, and this time he welcomed Colin in with a smile on his face.

 

However, Colin didn't feel much sincerity from this smile.

 

Entering the conference hall, Colin was guided by an attendant to an inconspicuous corner.

 

There was no way, since this meeting was a "meeting of lords", the participants must be real nobles with titles, and Colin, who had not yet truly inherited the title of baron, of course could only sit in the corner.

 

If it weren't for the fact that he could represent the Angelet family, he wouldn't be able to enter the venue with his status as a knight.

 

The lords entered the venue one after another, and like Colin, they were guided to the corresponding positions one by one by their attendants.

 

This meeting is very formal, so everyone's seats are arranged according to status and status, and no random seating is allowed.

 

The atmosphere at the venue was also very serious, with almost no one talking.

 

When it was almost time to start the meeting, the venue was almost full, leaving only one empty seat in the front row.

 

Just when Colin was still guessing who the last spot would be for, an old acquaintance appeared at the door.

 

Earl Dawson.

 

The dwarf earl was led by his attendants to the last seat and sat down.

 

Everyone is here.

 

Sitting in the front row were four earls. Except for Earl Dawson, who was loyal to Marquis Garcia, the other three were all vassals of Duke St. Hilde.

 

They are the highest-ranking people in this meeting.

 

However, none of the two marquis currently present in Ice Rock City were present.

 

Earl Dawson may represent the Marquis of Garcia, but what about the Marquis of Charles?

 

Colin seemed to have guessed the purpose of this meeting.

 

"Ahem." Count Uman cleared his throat and announced, "Okay, now that everyone is here, let's get started."

 

After speaking, he looked around.

 

Seeing that the other three Earls nodded in agreement, Earl Uman picked up a piece of parchment and said:

 

"This meeting is mainly to discuss the matter of Marquis Charles..."

 

Colin secretly thought that it was true.

 

Even though the Black Cavalry annihilated the invading troll army and took revenge, it was obvious that the lords in the north were still not prepared to let Marquis Charles go.

 

In other words, these lords were still unwilling to let go of Duke St. Hilde.

 

They need an explanation!

 

"... Two hundred thousand northern soldiers died on the battlefield, and more than a dozen cities were plundered. Someone must be responsible for such a tragic defeat!"

 

After Count Uman finished counting the crimes of Marquis Charles, he pointed to the parchment in his hand and said:

 

"Therefore, in compliance with the will of the Marquis of Garcia, I drafted this petition asking the Duke of Saint Hilde to immediately deprive the Marquis Charles of his title!

 

All lords who agree with this decision, please sign it! "

 

After saying that, Earl Uman was the first to sign his name, and then handed it to Earl Dawson next to him.

 

Earl Dawson smiled slightly and signed without hesitation.

 

Colin noticed that many lords quietly breathed a sigh of relief and their eyes became firm after seeing Earl Dawson sign.

 

Obviously, the addition of the Black Cavalry greatly enhanced their courage.

 

As long as the Marquis of Garcia is on their side, then it is not impossible to change the master of the North!

 

The third earl also signed, and the parchment was passed to the fourth earl.

 

The gray-haired old count slowly brought the parchment under his eyes and looked at it for a long time.

 

It was as if he was considering each word carefully.

 

At first, everyone was very considerate. After all, as an old man, it is understandable that his eyesight is not good and his brain is not bright.

 

But ten minutes later, the old count had not finished reading.

 

Everyone was obviously impatient to wait, and many people began to whisper.

 

"Count Morrison, have you finished reading?" Count Uman couldn't help but urged.

 

"Oh, oh, wait a moment." Count Morrison responded casually, still looking at himself.

 

After another ten minutes, he finally put down the parchment.

 

"Have you finished reading?"

 

"finish watching."

 

"Do you have any comments?"

 

"have!"

 

The atmosphere at the venue suddenly became solemn.

 

"Please tell me." Earl Uman's face darkened slightly, but he still maintained his demeanor.

 

Earl Morrison chuckled and asked, "Do you know what I saw in this petition?"

 

"What did you see?"

 

"I only saw two words -" Earl Morrison's eyes suddenly became sharp, without the old look before:

 

"betray!"

 

The old but loud voice echoed in the venue.

 

The expressions on everyone's faces became a little unnatural.

 

Especially the other three earls who had just signed.

 

After a long while, Count Uman said calmly: "Since Count Morrison does not agree with our decision, you don't have to sign it."

 

Earl Morrison snorted, threw the parchment into the hands of the attendants aside, and said disdainfully: "Can I leave? The smell here makes me sick!"

 

"Of course you can leave." Count Uman winked, "Knight Kahn, send Count Morrison away."

 

"I can walk by myself!" Count Morrison ignored Kahn who tried to help him and walked straight out.

 

"Chi!"

 

However, before Count Morrison could reach the door, a sharp sword stabbed him in the back.

 

"Ah!!!" Count Morrison screamed and turned around, angrily yelling, "Coward! Your father never told you to attack a knight from behind..."

 

"Chi!"

 

Knight Kahn stabbed him again.

 

This time, he stabbed me from the front.

 

"puff!"

 

Count Morrison sprayed a mouthful of blood on Kahn's face and cursed:

 

"Everyone in your Suduo family will die a good death!"