In other words, as long as there is a way to get the residents to support Priscilla, Grand Duke Barlow has a good reason to let her stay in this territory.
Victor has already done that.
Although only a small fraction of the residents in Shulburn support her.
But Victor has proven to everyone that they have that capability.
Therefore, it was only a matter of time before the other residents supported Priscilla.
Although it's unclear exactly how Viktor did it, they are clearly the victors at this moment.
As expected, Grand Duke Barlow nodded firmly:
"I hereby declare that Priscilla will officially succeed as Lord of Shulbon and inherit Laureen's three-star count status."
As he finished speaking, he slammed his cane down.
Immediately afterwards, the golden, radiant top of the church was covered by a undulating dark galaxy.
The Milky Way is brilliant and magnificent, deep and vast.
Countless stars wander within it, like joyful sprites frolicking in the river.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the mysterious nebula river dispatched three dazzling stars.
They streaked across the sky, circled twice above Priscilla's head, and then landed steadily on her chest.
Three dazzling star patterns immediately appeared on her clothes.
Priscilla looked down at the three-star medal on her chest, her little head filled with great confusion.
What... exactly happened?
Originally, she was already prepared to use her own strength to fight against those nobles.
Unexpectedly, the moment Viktor appeared, the entire situation changed instantly.
She didn't do anything, yet... she just won by doing nothing?
Moreover, she officially inherited her biological father's title.
Does this mean...?
“I…I, like my father…was…recognized by the kingdom.”
Priscilla lowered her head and gazed at the three stars on her chest.
The starlight was bright and gentle, like her father's tender gaze.
At that moment, her vision blurred, and her eyes became slightly moist.
“This is the star your father once wore,”
Grand Duke Barlow spoke slowly,
"And now, they've found you."
Almost simultaneously, the faces of the nobles who had been kneeling turned ashen.
Clearly, Priscilla won.
And those who will be punished next will be them.
In an instant, the nobles were covered in cold sweat; the intense weakness made their limbs go limp.
The muscle spasms caused by tension made their bodies tremble involuntarily.
His breathing became rapid, and even his bright red heart pounded violently deep within his chest.
The kingdom is short of talent, and lords like them will not be easily demoted unless they commit some heinous crime.
Moreover, many nobles were gathered there, and if they were all demoted, the number of earls in the kingdom could be reduced by half.
Moreover, the Duke of Balo wouldn't punish them like that.
That is why the Grand Duke's punishments are all the more terrifying.
"And you, although your status as lords will be retained, you will not be spared the punishment you deserve."
Grand Duke Barlow slowly turned around, leaning on his cane, his gaze calmly sweeping over the kneeling, trembling nobles.
Looking at their heads bowed, drenched in sweat, he continued:
“Each family must contribute corresponding compensation to Countess Priscilla.”
"You know the exact amount."
These words gradually calmed the trembling bodies of the nobles, and the immense pressure hanging over their hearts seemed to slowly dissipate.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Judging from this, it seems that all they need to do is pay compensation?
After all, if it's just compensation, they'll at most feel a pang of regret.
However, as long as the family's businesses continue to generate revenue, the losses incurred during this period will eventually be made up.
But if they were punished by the Duke of Balo... it might really leave them with a lifelong psychological trauma.
However, their relief did not last long.
Because immediately afterward, Grand Duke Barlow warned them:
"From now on, I do not want to see such wanton expulsion of our own lords again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his cane into the ground.
Thump—
In an instant, it was as if a booming bell had been struck, and the powerful sound waves echoed throughout the space of the church.
Green flames flickered and throbbed beneath the thick smoke, causing countless vengeful ghosts and wandering spirits to vanish in an instant.
They trailed long trails of green smoke, instantly turning the once sacred church into a deathly silence.
A strong sense of death swept over us, and the cold and gloom penetrated to the very marrow of everyone.
The eerie green flames around him grew increasingly restless, gradually rising up to Grand Duke Balo and completely enveloping him.
In the glow of the flames, his eyes appeared even more profound, eerie, and majestic.
The withered skin was instantly revealed as it was engulfed by the flames, and the pale bones were clearly exposed through the clothes.
Even the top of the cane revealed a terrifying face, with eerie green flames burning within its hollow interior.
Thick, eerie green smoke drifted gently, and a ghostly gate, exuding a strong, ghostly aura, stood silently behind Grand Duke Balo.
It exudes a chilling aura silently.
The howling spirits swirled around, drawing the residents to gather in.
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