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Chapter six hundred and eighty defeat(2/2)

"In fact... it's a little worse...ahem...this action was frustrated, and no goal expected by the Grand Duke was achieved...ahem..."

The Shawshank Baron coughed violently, and a large piece of bright red appeared on the handkerchief covering his mouth: "Even... several churches have completely turned to the opposition. Even if our grand duke cannot withstand this pressure and compromise, it is possible!"

"Once this happens, we will be very passive..."

The face of the Grey Knight was very ugly. Once this happens, they will probably be thrown out as scapegoats.

"We must plan a counterattack, at least we cannot fall into such a sad situation!!" Knight Gray clenched his fists and suddenly looked at the Baron: "Mr. Matus..."

"I have decided to let Temo be my heir!"

The Shawshank Baron closed his eyes and leaned half on the bed: "Also, what do you think of Lune?"

“It’s very powerful…and has a good governance system!”

Gray thought of the Garles and his group of people who were forbidden by the orders and said sincerely: "And his strength seems to have improved again, and he is worthy of being the successor of the Hand of Death."

“I mean…”

The Shawshank Baron thought: "Tanya is already an adult, but there is no suitable young man...they are very compatible, aren't they?"

"I understand, I will choose the time to mention it to Lun."

Knight Grey nodded.

At this time, they really need to unite all their strength, especially to win over this future quasi-legacy!
Chapter completed!
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