The speaker's inflammatory and frenzied voice echoed through the vast hall before finally fading away.
The nobles sitting below did not immediately choose sides; they were not easily swayed or misled young people.
They were long past the age of impulsiveness, and everyone could understand the meaning behind the speaker's words.
The Speaker's choice is clear; he is almost blatantly choosing the extraordinary beings. However, this does not mean that everyone should follow the Speaker's decision.
This is the Silver Council, not the Speaker's personal fiefdom.
Nowadays, no speaker has the qualifications or prestige to make others blindly follow them.
After a moment of silence, a middle-aged nobleman with a mustache spoke up and asked:
"I'd like to ask, isn't there a third option? Why must we bet on one side? Can't we just not put all our chips on one side and continue to be neutral?"
His statement received the support of several nobles, who clearly shared the same sentiment.
However, some of the older nobles were not as relaxed as they were, and they all shook their heads silently.
“Duke of Selmo, I understand your doubts and thoughts, and I believe that you are not the only one here who thinks the same way.”
He gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with regret:
"If I could, I would like to do that too, but unfortunately, we have already been neutral once."
During the Dark Ages, many of the nobles who were the precursors to the Silver Council were a group of neutral parties who did not take sides.
"If you choose to remain neutral this time, believe me, the Silver Council will definitely be purged after the war. No matter which side wins, they will not let us go."
While traitors are certainly despicable, so-called neutral fence-sitters are equally repulsive, especially those with firm stances.
"…………"
The middle-aged nobleman with the mustache frowned deeply, but ultimately remained silent, lost in thought.
Does anyone have any further questions?
"I have a question. That pledge of allegiance you mentioned... is it really possible to produce it?"
Staring with a skeptical gaze, the nobleman who spoke up didn't quite believe the pledge of loyalty the speaker had just mentioned.
"Although the City of Watchers is now more of a symbolic city, the Watchers have never given up on protecting and concealing it. Can you really obtain its spatial beacon?"
"You should think this through. If you provide a false beacon to a supernatural being, the consequences will not be as simple as 'just a misunderstanding'."
Upon hearing such questioning, the speaker not only did not get angry, but also breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure, and nodded:
“I understand your concerns, but regarding your doubts, I must point out one thing: while the City of Watchers has indeed disappeared for a thousand years, it has reappeared recently!”
"At the end of the Star Chaser Tournament hosted by Lady Jaslin, you haven't forgotten what happened, have you? The appearance of the Saints, and... the arrival of the Sky City!"
forget?
Who dares to forget!
That was the first time the behemoth, which had been lying dormant for many years, had revealed its ferocious fangs. The targets of its intimidation, besides the extraordinary creatures, were the neutral individuals whose stances were not entirely firm.
“We all know that it was a warning, aimed at people like us.”
From that day on, a dangerous knife was held to the neck of every nobleman who harbored a secret.
"I think you know better than I do what your families and affiliated families have done behind the scenes."
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Over the course of these thousand years, the nobles have done countless unspeakable deeds in some dark corners, and they themselves know best what they have done.
"We can't just sit here and wait for Overwatch to make a move against us."
"That was originally just a means of self-defense! But now, it should no longer be just a trump card for counterattack."
"As for the specific details, I would like to ask another person to explain them to you..."
His gaze shifted, finally settling on Keynes, who had remained silent throughout. The Speaker nodded slightly.
"Your Excellency Jaslin, please explain."
Squinting and slowly shaking his head, Keynes said calmly:
"There's nothing much to say; it's just the meticulous preparations that a proper nobleman should make."
Does meticulous preparation necessitate secretly recording the spatial beacons of the Watchtower City?
This sounds outrageous, but considering it was done by Jasmine's family, it doesn't seem so outrageous after all...
"As for its authenticity, you don't need to worry. I can guarantee it with the reputation of the Jaslin family for over a thousand years."
After being given a curt rebuke by Keynes, the Speaker's lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing more.
He nodded, and the speaker once again looked at the assembled nobles before him, and said loudly:
"The time to make a decision has come."
...
...
"Then, under the witness of the covenant—let us raise a glass together!"
The speaker's face glowed, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and his entire demeanor changed.
"For the sake of noble blood!"
Regardless of their true feelings, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief and raised their glasses together now that the decision had been made.
"For the sake of noble bloodlines!!!"
Seeing this scene, and the expressions on the faces and in the eyes of these nobles, Keynes, who was sitting to the side without getting up, couldn't help but laugh.
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