The Earl of Laureen's daughter?
Isn't she already dead?
How can a king marry a girl who has already died?
Countless nobles looked at Earl Laureen behind August, only to find that there was no strangeness on his face.
It was as if the two of them had planned it beforehand.
This made them even more confused.
Soon after, a nobleman in the banquet hall finally broke the deadlock. He stood up and loudly rebuked August:
"Your Majesty, you owe us all an explanation!"
Upon hearing this, all the surrounding nobles nodded in agreement.
All eyes were on the young king.
Putting aside what he actually wants to do, whether it's just a publicity stunt is another matter.
Even if it were a joke, for a king to marry a dead person would be a grave taboo.
After all, a king marrying a dead person, who wouldn't be confused?
However, August simply smiled, as if he had anticipated the reaction of everyone present, and said with a smile:
"I'm serious."
The commotion abruptly ceased, and several nobles were so shocked that they slumped into their chairs in despair.
"I will marry Priscilla, for the sake of the future of the entire kingdom."
For the sake of the kingdom?
This sounds as absurd as a fairy tale.
One of the counts could no longer contain himself. He slammed his fist on the table, jumped to his feet, and began to hurl insults at August:
"August, are you insane?!"
After the demi-human invasion that occurred in the royal city, everyone had long been dissatisfied with August.
And now, he actually dares to pull this stunt.
So much so that the enraged count addressed August by his first name.
"She's already dead! You should know that!"
At this moment, Auguste slowly narrowed his eyes, turned around slowly, and his cold gaze fell on the count.
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and he responded in an icy voice:
"Yeah?"
The candlelight in the vast banquet hall began to flicker, and the shadows of the people in the golden hall began to sway with the flickering flames.
August's face was half-hidden in shadow, but his deep, unfathomable gaze sent chills down the spines of those in the dim light.
He slightly grinned, but the smile looked strangely eerie to everyone else.
"But what if Earl Laureen's daughter can be resurrected?"
Upon hearing this, the nobles were all dumbfounded. They looked at each other, each with their own guess.
Could it be... that Grand Duke Balor is going to resurrect Priscilla?
But Grand Duke Barlow would never agree to this.
Everyone knows about Earl Laureen's tragic past.
It is said that his daughter died because her insane mother brutally murdered her.
Lord Laureen was heartbroken.
In despair, the count wanted to resurrect his daughter.
He went to see Grand Duke Barlow with a vast territory and immense wealth, offering it all to the duke.
Even he himself was willing to become a subordinate and confidant of the Grand Duke of Barlow.
After all, everyone present knew that necromancers could resurrect the dead.
But none of them saw it with their own eyes.
Did Earl Laureen finally manage to persuade Grand Duke Barlow to resurrect his daughter?
Or perhaps the king intends to speak up and plead on Laurie's behalf?
But even if he did this, what was August's purpose?
Even if Earl Laureen's daughter were resurrected and married to Priscilla, it would not bring any benefit to the kingdom.
Because Laureen himself is an earl of the Kingdom of Kant.
Even though his power is considerable.
But it certainly wouldn't reach the point where the king would arrange a marriage alliance.
Augustus, however, solemnly declared that it was for the future of the entire kingdom.
If it's truly for the good of the kingdom, wouldn't it be better to simply arrange a marriage between the kingdom and the princess of the neighboring empire?
Besides, they're right next to you!
Auguste, seeing the nobles' lack of understanding, grinned and said:
"Speaking of which, are you all familiar with 'blood sacrifice'?"
Everyone was stunned, and before they could react, they heard August continue:
"A sacrifice that was completed at the cost of at least several thousand lives."
"This can strip away the bloodline's form, making it a true vampire."
The people present were stunned.
Wait a minute?
Bloodline? Vampire?
What do you mean? How did this get brought up?
The nobles looked at each other and whispered among themselves in the banquet hall.
August, absorbed in their whispers, suddenly raised his voice and asked:
"How much time is left until midnight?"
A nobleman paused, glanced instinctively at his pocket watch, and said:
"Three more hours?"
August's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he nodded slightly.
"There's enough time."
Suddenly, the sound of countless hoofbeats and wheel clattering echoed from outside the banquet hall.
The sound was as muffled as thunder, as if an army had gathered there.
The carriage drew closer, and the thunderous sound grew louder and louder.
Almost the entire ground was shaking.
The nobles watched with astonishment and suspicion as the procession of carriages drew closer. Each carriage was followed by a large cargo box, as if it were carrying some kind of goods.
What are they trying to do?
August's eyes gleamed with anticipation and fervor. "Gentlemen, if you are interested, come with me to find out what's going on."
August gazed at the numerous carriages that had stopped in front of the courtyard, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and fervor.
"If you're curious, why don't you come with me and take a look?"
Before the words were even finished, a group of nobles had already stepped outside.
The moment they approached the carriage, their expressions suddenly froze, their ruddy faces turning ashen, then purple.
They scattered, vomiting uncontrollably, leaving a foul stench of alcohol and food mixed in with the vomit in the courtyard.
The nobles were all incredulous; they pointed ahead with trembling fingers:
"August, you..."
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