Lord of all tribes

Chapter 336 The Lost Crown

All human beings have bad roots, but some people's bad roots may be harmless.

For this Grand Duke Krahan, his mind was too ups and downs and complicated, and he might not even understand what kind of state he was in.

The collision of these two consciousnesses made Grand Duke Krahan somewhat collapsed.

He began to wonder if what he did was right, or in other words, is this seat really suitable for him?

The Grand Duke Krahan felt as if he was in a dream. It seemed that as soon as he woke up, his strong brother would silently stand beside him, silently guarding him.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, Clarahan quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued to put the heavy crown on his head, with an extremely solemn and firm expression.

Now that you are on this path, let's keep going.
The red-painted wooden door of the palace was pulled open, revealing the figure of the person who came, it was Chris, and Krahan heaved a sigh of relief for no reason.

For some reason, he hates communicating with people now, even if it's just routine government affairs, he still handles it through Chris.

What the Grand Duke Krahan wants to do most now is to stay alone in the dark palace, without a single sound of people around him. This kind of state is excellent.

Chris can be regarded as the only person Grand Duke Krahan doesn't like to see, perhaps because they planned and executed the whole plan together, so for Chris, Krahan regards him as one of his own.

To a greater extent, the people here represent like-minded people. Grand Duke Krahan stared at Chris, who was walking towards him on tiptoe, and his facial expression began to relax.

In front of Chris, he doesn't need to stiffen his face, he can express his emotions as he likes.

"I'm flustered, what's the matter?"

Grand Duke Krahan said softly, reclining on the chair made of iron and wood, pretending to be asleep.

"Grand Duke, the urging has begun over there."

Chris stood respectfully in front of Grand Duke Krahan, showing no signs of disrespect because of the Grand Duke's trust.

This is also what Krahan admires most about Chris, who can always do things in a decent way, making people feel very comfortable.

For such a person, Krahan didn't mind giving him more rights.

Those who are capable should always bear more responsibilities.

"Hehe, you go and publish this announcement, what should come will come, how can you not give up some meat if you want to seek skin from a tiger?"

As if he had been prepared, the Grand Duke Krahan took out a piece of light yellow paper from the right side of the table in front of him, and handed it to Chris.

"Then, Grand Duke, are we going to promise him that?"

Chris's face was gloomy and uncertain, holding the notice in his hand, he felt extremely heavy.

"Otherwise? What can we do? Is it possible that the Principality of Sayers is really going to die?"

Krahan closed his eyes in pain, his throat began to move up and down, his fingers trembled slightly, and there was a trill in his accent.

"Actually. These days, I have also inquired about some information. It is said that the Renault Kingdom is now in chaos. It is impossible to gather a large number of troops to attack us. It is very likely that the tens of thousands of troops lined up under the city of Daner are all of them. army too.

If we can muster our domestic forces in the city of Dane"

Chris analyzed step by step, his expression slightly fierce.

Although the agreement with the commander of the Renault Kingdom was signed very well, there has never been any fairness and justice between the two countries, so the so-called tearing up of the treaty has no psychological pressure on Chris.

Even, he is happy to do this, he likes the feeling of kicking away after using it, this feeling is super cool.

"Are you talking about launching a war?" Earl Claghan put his hands on both sides of his head in distress, feeling the cold touch of the crown. Claghan suddenly took off the crown, his face changing between black and white.

"Damn it, it's so heavy!"

Clarahan cursed and threw the crown symbolizing power onto the cold ground, making a 'bang bang' sound.

The crown was rolling on the ground, and just rolled to Chris's feet. Chris was standing respectfully, not daring to make a sound.

"Zeros died just now, did you know that?" After a long silence, Krahan opened his mouth.

"I know, Grand Duke."

Although he didn't know the intention of Krahan asking this sentence, Chris still said honestly.

As one of the kingdom's two eighth-level fighters, the death of this Zelos is shocking news.

Before, he was seriously injured by Hans and his party who assassinated the Duke of Berkeley because he wanted to protect the former Grand Duke Berkeley of the Principality of Sairs.

Because the injury was too serious, even if Zelos had the physique of an eighth-level fighter, he couldn't recover.

"The commander of the Kingdom of Renault can casually dispatch five eighth-level fighters and a dozen seventh-level fighters to assassinate Berkeley. How many such people do you think there are in this army?"

While Krahan asked Chris, he was also looking for an answer. This was a point that confused him. He wanted to investigate clearly, but he was afraid that the result of the investigation would make him even more irritable.

"My lord, we have strong warriors"

I don't know when Chris started to like war. He no longer sticks to some psychological rules and regulations. Now he feels that when it's time to fight, he still has to fight.

In fact, Chris can have such a change of mind, and the role played by Rowling is unpredictable.

It was precisely because he had been sent to Luo Lin's military camp twice that the Chris envoy understood the truth that a weak country has no diplomacy.

Even if he was cooperating with Rollin, the Kress envoy kept his status extremely low.

Earl Claghan became Grand Duke Krahan, and he, Chris, was promoted from the Earl's most trusted person to the Grand Duke's most trusted person.

The improvement in status has gradually changed Chris' mental state. If this is the case in the past, it is impossible for him to advocate launching a war.

Times have changed and so have people.

"We have powerful fighters, but don't they have them?" Krahan stood up slowly, and took two steps forward, staring at the crown that fell at Chris's feet, with a complicated look on his face.

"He can kill Berkeley, he can kill me, can't he?"

Chris suddenly smiled wryly, then walked slowly to Chris's side, stared at his respectful expression, then squatted down straight, and picked up the crown.

Gently wiping off the dust on the crown with his sleeve, he put it on his head again.
(End of this chapter)