The Original Vampire

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

"Meeting of Lords?"

After reading the content of the invitation letter, Colin immediately realized that the group of lords gathered in Ice Rock City were really ready to do something.

Caitlin seemed to be unaware of what was behind the invitation, she was just happy for her brother.

In her opinion, although her younger brother had not formally accepted the duke's canonization as a baron, he had already been recognized by the major lords in the north.

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

Afterwards, she ran out in a hurry: "I will make one for you now!"

"Hey, wait, don't we need to go together?"

Caitlin looked back and smiled, "Silly brother, I know your size."

Colin was stunned, watching his sister's back from the distance, memories of the past could not help but come to mind.

Those beautiful pasts kept reminding Colin of how close their brother and sister's relationship was.

Will the sister in the memory really murder himself in order to become a baron?

Colin suddenly became a little uncertain.

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

Colin didn't believe that his sister was such a deep-hearted person.

At least, she is not the one in the memory.

Perhaps, from the beginning to the end of the assassination, Earl Uman was secretly planning, just to get his illegitimate son's family business.

And his sister, I am afraid that she has always been kept in the dark.

But this is only a possibility.

Colin sighed and stopped his wild guesses.

Although he did not hope that the sister who had cared for him since childhood would become an enemy, at least he could not fully trust Caitlin until all the truth became clear.

Two days passed in a flash, and it was time for the Lord's Conference to be held.

Colin left the hotel amidst the slightly nagging cries of his sister and came to the castle of the Sudor family.

He saw the housekeeper who tried to throw him out last time, and the other party greeted Colin with a smile this time.

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

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

There is no way. Since this meeting is a "Lords Meeting", the participants must be the real nobles with the title, and there is still no real inheritance of the baron Colin, so of course, he can only sit in the corner.

If it weren't for his ability to represent the Angele family, he wouldn't be able to enter the venue as a knight.

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

This meeting is very formal, so everyone's seats are arranged according to their status, and they cannot sit in disorder.

The atmosphere in the venue was also very serious, and there were basically no people talking.

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

While Colin was still guessing who this last position was for, an old acquaintance appeared at the door.

Earl Dawson. 

The dwarf earl was led by the attendant to the last position and sat down.

Everyone is here.

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

They are the tallest people in this meeting.

However, none of the two Marquises in the current Ice Rock City was present.

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

Colin seemed to have guessed the purpose of this meeting.

"Ahem." Earl Uman cleared his throat and announced, "Well, now that everyone is here, let's start."

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 Marquis of Charles..."

Colin secretly said as expected.

Even if the Black Cavalry annihilated the invading troll army, obviously, the lords of the North were not ready to let the Marquis of Charles go.

In other words, these lords still do not want to let the Duke of St. Hilde go.

They need an explanation!

"...200,000 soldiers from the north were killed in battle, and dozens of cities were looted. Someone must be responsible for such a fiasco!"

Earl Uman finished counting the charges of Marquis Charles, and then pointed to the parchment in his hand and said:

"Therefore, in accordance with the will of the Marquis of Garcia, I drafted this petition, requesting that the Duke of St. Hilde immediately deprive the Marquis of Charles of his title!

Lords who agree to this decision, please sign on it! "

After speaking, 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 after seeing Earl Dawson's signing, and their eyes became firm.

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

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

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

The gray-haired old Earl slowly took the parchment under his nose and looked at it for a long time.

It seems to be pondering carefully one by one.

In the beginning, everyone was very considerate. After all, it is understandable for the elderly to have bad eyesight and inadequate brains.

But ten minutes later, the old earl hadn't even finished watching it.

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

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

"Oh, oh, wait a minute." Earl Morrison replied casually, still watching 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 in the venue suddenly became serious.

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

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

"What did you see?"

"I only saw one word - " Earl Morrison's eyes suddenly became sharp, completely devoid of the old-fashioned look before:

"Betrayal!"

The old but magnificent voice echoed in the venue.

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

Especially the other three earls who had just signed.

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

Earl Morrison snorted and threw the parchment into the hand of the attendant who was aside, and disdainfully said: "Can I leave now? The breath here makes me sick!"

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

"I'll go by myself!" Earl Morrison stepped forward and walked straight out.

"Hey!"

However, not waiting for Earl Morrison to walk to the door, a sharp sword pierced through his back.

"Ah!!!" Earl Morrison screamed and turned his head back and exclaimed, "Coward! Your father never told you to not attack a knight from behind..."

"Hey!"

The knight Kahn stabbed another sword.

This time, he stabbed it from the front.

"Puff!"

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

"Everyone in the Sudor family must die!"