"I do have such a feeling. But when I think about it carefully, there are no traces of spiritual energy or life composition. I always feel that it is an illusion." Duke Garibian thought about it seriously, with a troubled look on his face, and then looked

There was a hint of scrutiny in the other party's eyes: "From the perspective of who benefits the most and who is the most suspect, your Highness King Wilente, did you deliberately formulate this plan and then deliberately choose to fail?"

"..." King Wilente had nothing to say. He probably felt that his face was expressionless now, and there was no suitable expression to express his current mood.

Duke Garibian's thoughts paused for a brief moment, and then he laughed like a hero: "Yes, yes, my thoughts are common even among idiots with conspiracy theories.

That’s pretty stupid!”

King Wilente smiled and said: "The Privy Council will hold a military meeting in an hour, and I must return immediately. Now, Brunhild is already in the Heavenly Territory, and I must be there. Your words..."

Duke Garibian did not answer. He still stood there with his misty eyes, as if he had captured some mysterious mystery through the thick gray fog.

"I will be on standby here, waiting for the formal punishment issued by the Privy Council." The duchess's expression was very calm, almost to the point where the clouds and the wind were so light that it almost shattered the void, as if she was really waiting for the Privy Council to sentence her to give up.

Similar.

"The Privy Council will give us a fair and just result, I guarantee you." King Wilente took the initiative to salute the other party, and his figure disappeared little by little into the turbid gray fog, and then disappeared without a sound.

.

Whether he appears or disappears, he leaves no trace, like a ghost.

Is this guy really a mere Fourth Ring? Duke Garibian felt that he had reason to suspect, but there was no evidence.

At this time, there was a sudden flash of silver light beside him, which fell into Duke Garibian's eyes. Then, the elegant curved surface slowly unfolded in his field of vision, condensing into a magnificent outline.

In the blink of an eye, she was once again in a magnificent palace. The huge pillars, like the spine of a giant, supported the broad dome and were dotted with stars. The light fell into the hall through the corridors on both wings.

It forms a mottled but mysterious interlacing of light and shadow. Every intersection contains infinite mysteries.

Compared with this temple that suddenly appeared and enveloped him, King Wilente's sky courtyard just now seemed to be just a simple country fence.

However, the Duke also knew that King Wilente's courtyard was the embodiment of the power of his noble phantom. But this glorious temple was clearly the incarnation of the will of the mighty.

She faced one direction, lowered her head respectfully, suppressed the fear welling up in her heart, and said slowly: "I, I failed, Your Majesty."

At this moment, Duke Garibian has no arrogance, no ambition, no calmness, no domineering attitude. She is well-behaved, docile, and pitiful, like a pet dog with a low eyebrow.
Chapter completed!