Duke of Grief

"A batch of arms? Oh, Dear Lord Rowe, are you stupid?" Marquis Rogers shrugged with a hip smile. "A large number of bursting firearms can be equipped with bursting firearms of two legions..."

With that said, he couldn't help laughing.

Prime Minister Lowe looked at him without changing his face, and said nothing, but the attitude he showed was "disdain"-disdain to talk and explain with this ignorant person.

After smiling for a while, Marquis Rogers' laughter stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath while looking around, and found that no one was suppressing Ansel Lowe with himself.

The silent embarrassment spread in many empty meeting rooms, which made him frown.

The conference room has been divided into two distinct factions, one of which consists of only two people, Prime Minister Lowe and Duke of Novi. They fell into the plot of the Drow Elves and brought the legendary death on the spot, only another big The legend of the noble family escaped, but failed to protect the big noble.

In order to fight for power, the noble families of the dead no longer have a relationship. It is estimated that a person who can be the master of the house cannot be selected in a short period of time, so this meeting room will appear so empty.

Another faction was headed by Marquis Rogers, but at this time, no one followed him to suppress Ansel Lowe, which made him feel very strange.

"In a few days, you will be able to see the arms." Prime Minister Rowe said expressionlessly. "You will know by that time if I am'silly.'"

Looking at his appearance, Marquis Rogers felt a bit sloppy in his heart. He had planned to suppress Ansel Lowe's right to speak at the meeting, but by this time, others had turned their backs and said nothing.

Isn't it just a batch of arms?

Marquis Rogers sat sideways, his right arm was lying on the round table, his index finger tapped on the table gently, he ticked the corner of his mouth, "Yes, Lord Rowe, didn’t you just say that it was "technical support"? When was the arms? Has it become'technical support'? And if it's support, why don't we share it?"

Prime Minister Luo Wei glanced at him, shook his head and hummed: "'Technical support' is an external claim that if you want the manufacturing process of firearms and bullets, there is no such thing as even myself. This is just for temptation. The attitude of those drows, try to see if they have invaded our world for'magic energy'."

It was at this moment that the Duke of Novi said, "Cough, if I get "technical support," I will get it."

It is said that not only the Marquis of Rogers, but all the other nobles except Prime Minister Lowe froze, and their eyes widened.

Wait, why even the Duke of Norway? However, they did not?

Why is that?

Everyone was full of doubts, but Marquis Rogers quickly reacted.

"This is provocation!" He suddenly shouted at the table, "They are provoking our relationship-even if our relationship has not been very good, but they are now trying to divide us! They are afraid!"

"What are you afraid of?" Prime Minister Rowe sneered with a sneer, and cast his scornful eyes.

"You know!" Marquis Rogers did not give in and glared back. "Because we didn't get to the battlefield in time, some people think that there is a connection between us and the drow! Please, it's just our territory away from the battlefield. It's too far, and it will take some time if you want to pass."

"What's more, although we are late for mistakes, if you are not underestimating your enemies and are willing to wait for us for a while, such a thing will never happen!"

Marquis Rogers took a bite and made Prime Minister Lowe's face sink.

But he hadn't spoken yet, and the Duke of Norway gritted his teeth ugly and asked, "Marquis Rogers, you mean, it's all our fault?"

"I don't deny that we also have responsibilities, but we can't take full responsibility, nor accept any form of slander!" Marquis Rogers glared at him.

Prime Minister Luo Wei clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "Shut up! I called you here today, not to quarrel with you. The problem now is that even at this time, some people are still shaking the people!"

"Isn't Fortune teaching them to do it?" Marquis Rogers sneered, sneering.

Prime Minister Luo Wei glanced at him in disgust, Shen Sheng said: "I have confirmed with them, no!"

"You believe what they say?" Marquis Rogers sneered again.

After clenching his fists on the table, Prime Minister Rowe glared at him, saying one thing at a time: "I will talk about it after the fight for power and profit. Now I want to say that someone is shaking the hearts of the people and wants this country to completely collapse! So ,To shut up!"

The mouth of Marquis Rogers snorted without closing his mouth, and then closed his mouth resentfully.

No one supported himself just now, and he sat silently, so he didn't think he could continue arguing with Ansel Lowe.

Prime Minister Rowe stared at Marquis Rogers fiercely. He waited for this guy to continue to refute him. If this guy continued to make trouble, he could take this opportunity to make trouble for this guy, but he waited for a while, but still Didn't wait for Marquis Rogers to speak.

whispering sound! Prime Minister Luo Wei gave a sigh in his heart.

He took a deep breath and turned his head to look at others, "If you want this kind of ‘technical support', you have to show your sincerity, otherwise, no one wants to believe you!"

After all, he paused and observed the other people’s different expressions before proceeding: "Now, someone is borrowing questions to play, we have to find out who is trying to make our country into chaos. Elf? Or devil? Whatever it is, we have to find them out!"

Because the relationship between the goddess of wealth and the noble goddess was not good, there are not many noble goddess devouts in the Moore Federation of Commerce. This is also a thing that makes them a little relieved.

But now, the hearts of the people in Mohr's territory have become agitated, and civilians and serfs have fled in many territories. Among them, there is the "credit" of the Fortune Church!

However, it seems that Ansel Lowe does not intend to hold the Fortune Church accountable, but instead speaks for them...

Marquis Rogers was not as stupid as he showed. He was just trying to test the attitude of others to see how many chances he had. Now it seems that his chances of winning are infinitely close to zero.

He knew that it was not easy to unite with other great aristocrats. This group of guys was a group of old foxes. Even when they were carrying out a serious search, they were all pregnant with ghosts, thinking about other things in their hearts.

He knew very well that he hadn’t done any business with the current drow elf. His army was indeed late because of delays on the road, but he didn’t know if other people were the same.

He is also very clear that he is just a target that other people pushed to the stage. In fact, other people will not support him at all-as can be seen from their reaction just now, they do not want to do anything, just want to maintain the status quo.

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"Yeah, if someone wants to provoke our relationship with the Church of Fortune, without arms support, it will be..." The Duke of Novi also agreed slowly.

Now they are seriously injured, and a large number of veterans and transcendents died in that war, so long before the other people took action, the two of them united and reached an agreement to attack and defend the alliance.

The position of the Duke of Norway made other big aristocrats sigh. He has clearly stated that he is standing on the side of Ansel Lowe and the Fortune Church. Who would have thought that he was the big noble who supported the fortune church out of Moore. The most radical one in the world?

However, the position of the Duke of Norway has also made other large nobles understand more about the benefits that the Fortune Church has given them-if there are not enough benefits, these two guys cannot here publicly show their firm support for the Fortune Church.

In this case, they should also try to contact the Fortune Church... ()

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