"What?"

The faces of the lords present turned pale. They looked at the husband of the "new Duke of Brittany" in awkward manner: "What should we do?"

"What else can I do? No see! I won't see you even if I kill you!" Earl Nante waved his hand hard like driving mosquitoes, "Stop them outside!"

The ordered soldier stayed there for a moment: "Let's go and block the demon? Is it true or false?"

"What's true and fake! Are you deaf? Go quickly! Go quickly! Or they will come in!"

Earl Nante kicked the soldier out a few times, and then he walked back and forth in the garden with great anxiety.

Earls Pontiyesford and Count Conoye came over. Earl Nantes looked up and looked at them in panic and asked, "I didn't expect them to come so quickly. What should we do? Attack? Or evacuate immediately?"

"Whether it is an attack or a evacuation, it is not a good idea, because it will cause us to lose a lot of troops." Earl Pontiyesford looked serious, "How can we deal with Earl Renn's attack at that time?"

"What should I do?"

"There is no other way except to meet them," the analyses said. "They can speak human words, which means they can communicate, communicate, and negotiate. Whether it is money, land, people, or power, as long as we comfort them, they may not make things difficult for us, right?"

Earl Nantes was almost crying: "I have not even sat on the duke's chair, so I have to sign an agreement on behalf of the duke to lose power and humiliate the country and make a wave of cede land and pay compensation? No! Absolutely not!"

"There is no way," said the Earl of Conoye, "It is already calculated that they are willing to accept these things, for fear that they will not look down on these worldly gifts and want to..."

Earl Nante looked at him in fear: "And what do you want?"

"Of course it's the soul. I heard that souls are the favorite dish of demons, and the dirtier and inferior souls are, the more delicious they are in the eyes of the demons." Earl Pontiyesford thought, "Maybe they are coming to you this time, just like picking vegetables in the vegetable market, to see if your soul is delicious?"

"You, you, you...what are you talking nonsense!"

"I'm telling the truth." Earl Pontiyesfore shrugged and smiled, "It has nothing to do with me anyway, and I'm not a duke."

"You...you!"

Earl Nantes pointed at Earl Pontiyefour angrily, and was about to curse, another piece of news came:

"Report! Devil, the Devil has arrived here and is about to come to the garden!"

"What??" Count Nantes angrily grabbed the soldier, "Don't you let you keep them outside?"

The soldier defended with a frown: "Sir, you let us stop the demons, can we stop them?"

Before Earl Nantes could swear, a girl's yell came from the corridor:

"Where is the Duke of Brittany? Why am I here, and I haven't come out to greet me yet? Haven't the nobles of this country learned etiquette? Come out! Come out quickly! If you don't come out, believe it or not, I will burn it here with a torch? Tell you, my Amy sprays a fire, which is more fierce than ten dragons!"

The lords along the road hid on both sides and made a way out. But they saw a group of warriors in leopard skin coming out of the crowd. One of them was burning with raging fires all over his body, and for some reason his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to kill people. Everyone recognized that it was this woman who killed two priests from the Abraham Church in an instant. They couldn't help but feel frightened and hung their heads down, not daring to answer at all.

But the girl was yelling. She walked among the crowd with a swagger, with a short stature, but her expression was fierce. From time to time, she kicked the lord hiding beside her, or grabbed the collar of an unlucky lord, and cursed and asked for trouble. Rather than a demon... she was a bandit.

When she walked to the garden, the leopard-skinned warriors had already broken into other rooms early and brought out a comfortable chair for her. The little girl sat on it and rolled her eyes at the nobles who were still surrounded by her: "What are you doing when you are standing there? The guests are here, and there is no etiquette! Come and warm a bowl of wine for me, and then bring a few kilograms of good beef!"

The Earl of France recognized Ella and his group. He hid aside silently, while looking at the nobles of the Principality of Brittany, the group of people who had just condemned his rude behavior, became even afraid to say anything.

It was the Earl Ford who reacted first and greeted him with a smile.

"Several... sirs? Come from afar, thank you for your hard work, and you are hungry. I will ask someone to prepare some good cattle and sheep for you, and then prepare some gold for you as hard work... Do you think it's OK?"

"Gold? What do I want gold? I want the Duke of Brittany!" Ella slapped the chair angrily, "Do you understand? Duke of Brittany! Call him over here!"

Earl Nantes felt a little "sudden" and thought to himself that these devils did not come simply for money.

"So what about the Duke? What about the Duke? You so many of you, don't you understand?" Ella became more and more irritable. "I'm still pronounced in a standard way? Look at my mouth, let the Duke come out and see me!"

"Duke..." Earl Nantes wiped his sweat nervously, "I was dead not long ago."

"Ha?" Ella jumped up in surprise and grabbed Count Nante's collar, "What did you say? Why did you die? Didn't I just attacked with a scattering machine? Can this die? Is your Duke a piece of paper?"

A nobleman whispered, "I don't think that's called 'Attack a little'..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! It's over! Why am I going back to submit the job now!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ella grabbed her hair and was distressed for a while. Suddenly, she raised her head and shouted:

"Who is the successor Duke of Brittany? Come out!"

Everyone pointed their hands at Count Nantes in unanimously.

"So it's you?" Ella put her head up and looked at it carefully for a while. "It's okay, both eyes, two ears, one nose and one mouth, and none of them. You are the only one. Let's go with me, and there are good things waiting for you. As long as you are obedient, you won't suffer any losses!"

Amy couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty, what are you trying to do?"

"I only said that I wanted the Duke of Brittany, nor did I say that I wanted which Duke of Brittany?" Ella looked up at Amy, "I think this new duke is also handsome and elegant..."

"It's just inconsistent with Yushu Linfeng! Your Majesty, can't I hear the criteria you just chose?" Amy yelled, "And age is also a big problem. If you catch it, you can be a father!"

"Gu...is it really not possible? What if I just want to do it?"

When he heard Ella say "two eyes and two ears", Count Nantes was already panicked and felt like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. At this time, he seemed to be hesitating, and he suddenly reacted and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not me, I'm not the Duke of Brittany! I'm not! I'm not!"

"Who killed the Duke of Brittany!" Ella put down Earl Nantes and stomped the floor with her feet in anger. "If you don't kill sooner or later, you won't kill before I want someone, isn't this intention to go against me?"

"It's him... it's him!" Earl Nantes quickly pointed at the Earl of France, "It's him who did it, it has nothing to do with me... it has nothing to do with me!"

"you……?"

Ella put her face in the direction of the Count of Ile de France. After seeing the Count of Ile de France clearly, she jumped up:

"Baron Moray! Don't think I don't know, it's you! You asked the priests of the Abraham church to come to trouble me! That's right! If I hadn't been smart at that time, I would have almost touched your words!"

"Baron Mele?" Everyone looked at the Count of Ile de France.

"Yes." The Count of Ile de France replied with a tense face, "I am Baron Melee."

"Tie him up for me! Take him back to submit the service!" Ella gave the order to the leopard warrior, then glanced at the lords around him, "Do you have any objections?"
Chapter completed!