They don't know who is the instigator of this incident. Revenge or sothing like that can be discussed later. The most urgent task now is to distance themselves from this disgrace.
As long as their reputation was restored, what did it matter if soone died? The worst that could happen was a redistribution of benefits. If their reputation was preserved, even if the ship nad Llane Wrynn sank, they would have an excuse to seek refuge with the other human kingdoms in the north.
After a brief discussion, Marquis Damanin stepped forward and bowed to Llane and said, "If your majesty allows, we hope to publish it like this: 'In order to cover the retreat of the people, the noble army led by Duke Ferrens bravely fought against the attack of the Bloodsail Pirates. When they gained the upper hand, the nobles who were secretly transford into demons by the Bloodsail Pirates suddenly turned against them, causing the fleet to be defeated. At this ti, the brave and fearless Sir Lothar and Earl Edmund arrived on griffins, and cooperated with the remnants of the noble army to annihilate the Bloodsail Pirates' Zanke Squadron in one fell swoop.'"
an!
Shaless!
At this mont, Lothar was almost furious. It was you nobles who had robbed the warships of the Stormwind Navy in such a despicable way. In order to transport away the dirty wealth that was earned through the blood and sweat of the people, you were unexpectedly hit by both pirates and demons. You still don't forget to flatter yourself at this ti! ?
If Llane hadn't held him down, he would have lost his temper after receiving the news that the warship had been captured.
Lothar's hair and beard were standing on end with anger, and he was about to draw his sword and kill this shaless man in the next second.
At this mont, Marquis Damanin was suddenly slapped and flew away.
Count Carton's slightly fat body spun twice in the air before falling heavily to the ground.
"Shaless—" a thunderous roar resounded in the conference room.
The few nobles looked at the attacker in astonishnt. He was none other than the new generation noble, the most popular figure recently, Edmund Duke!
This young duke has a tougher aura than Lothar.
Duke suddenly waved his hand, pointed at Marquis Damanin, whose face was swollen, and yelled: "When ordinary people risked their lives to dig the moat for a ticket, you nobles can throw the naval officers of the Stormwind from the cabin to the dock in order to load a box of gold."
When Lothar heard this, his eyebrows jumped.
"When 100,000 soldiers and civilians were ready to fight to the death to cover their retreat, you had the nerve to ignore the ship's return and drive away the last naval soldier on it just to take away the beautiful maid!"
Duke Bolvar Fordragon's face was burning.
"It is obviously your nobles' dirty wealth that attracted the pirates' attention. It is obviously your own corrupted souls that led to your lowly depravity. Yet you have the nerve to claim that you are also heroes fighting against pirates? You claim that you are the descendants of Emperor Thoradin!? Bah! I don't even bother to associate with you."
After saying this, Duke spat on Marquis Damanin's face.
It was obvious that Duke insulted Marquis Damanin, but every noble present felt that the saliva was spit on their faces. King Llane was even trembling all over.
Llane was frantically asking himself in his heart: Am I wrong? Am I really wrong?
From childhood to adulthood, the previous king has always taught that the nobles are the cornerstone of the kingdom and that the nobles must not be touched. Llane has always regarded this as a holy law. However, as he grew older, he could no longer accept the actions of the nobles, but he always rembered the previous king's blessing and did not take any ruthless action against the nobles.
The situation at this mont was constantly stimulating Llane's conscience and sense of justice, making him tremble all over and unable to control himself.
However, he did not want to see the Duke, the hope of the kingdom, co into direct conflict with the old aristocratic forces.
For a mont, Llane was a little confused.
Over there, the nobles were in an uproar.
Duke, this young fool, why did he have to act out at any other ti? Why did he have to act out at this ti? Shouldn't the nobles have discussed all the terms behind their backs, and only when they really couldn't reach an agreent would they have to stand on their own positions and fight?
You get mad at the slightest disagreent? That's why I hate those ignorant untouchables becoming nobles!
The nobles were smart, and they certainly would not get entangled with the Duke over a matter that had already resulted in a death sentence.
"Apologize! Your behavior is a lowly act that damages the reputation of all the nobles!"
"Yes! Apologize! Apologize to the Marquis of Darmanin imdiately!"
"Otherwise we will not recognize your nobility!"
A group of nobles started to make a fuss, insisting that Duke had violated aristocratic etiquette.
"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly with icy magic, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop by more than five degrees. "Shut up and talk about noble etiquette and noble norms... Well, I will do things according to noble etiquette."
When Duke just finished speaking, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this young man Duke had finally surrendered. But who knew that the next second, Duke threw out his white gloves and hit the Marquis in the face.
Well, for etiquette, nobles would wear white gloves. And throwing white gloves into the opponent's face ans only one thing - a duel!
When the conflict between two nobles becos so great that it cannot be resolved, they can resolve the conflict by dueling with a suitable notary. Those who refuse to duel will be regarded as the greatest disgrace among the nobles and will never be accepted by other nobles again.
"Let's duel! Don't you think I insulted you just now? Then duel with to wash away the sha!" Duke stared at Marquis Damanin with his cold and arrogant eyes. Those eyes that were indifferent to life and death made the Marquis feel creepy.
The next mont, Duke drew his sword.
Duke himself did not have a sword. He used the fire elent to make a flaming sword that imitated the standard longsword of Stormwind City. The fire elent, which should be extrely hot and violent, was as docile as a puppy in Duke's hand. If it were not for the fact that the hot breath on it could be clearly sensed from a distance of more than ten ters, no one would have regarded it as a real fla.
"No... no... I didn't... I didn't feel you insulted ..." Marquis Damanin actually shrank back.
Yes, after killing so many people, there is naturally a murderous aura.
Duke made his debut, killing gnolls, murlocs, nagas, and orcs. Recently, he roasted thousands of orcs into charcoal. His murderous aura was absolutely domineering.
In addition, he killed Sargeras, and according to legend, he fought his way in and out of the Horde camp seven tis. Even if Duke claid to be good at swordsmanship, which noble was so stupid as to dare to duel with Duke?
"You don't dare? You small dicked bastard!" Duke spat out venomous words rcilessly.
When everyone thought that this was the end, more than three dozen white gloves suddenly flew in the air and hit the disgusting faces of the nobles who had just started to clamor for the palace, without sparing a single one.
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