"Viscount Arnoldko from Schillis County." Leo bowed absently. "Sir Thales of Harmondale." He paused and looked at the armed men in front of him. Their eyes were filled with pure hatred, and the alchemist still didn't know how much anger he had caused. "You I really hope you're not bad at all."
"Me too, white devil!" Sir Thales clenched his hands into fists. He put on a jingling thin sequined leather armor, and a heavy sword hung on the sword belt, tapping his butt from time to time as he moved. Leo just wanted to laugh. However, the alchemist looked around: the hall was filled with shining armor and sharp spears. "It's a pity that you are still alive and you were not burned to death."[]
"Sorry, we disappoint you." Leo shrugged, "It didn't meet your expectations."
"It's really you" The red-robed monk on the side smiled sadly, with anger and hatred in his smoky gray eyes. "I really don't want to see you. You're going to regret showing up here, I promise."
"Don't be too hasty to threaten me yet, Lord Ashborn."
Viscount Arnoldko threw his scarlet cloak behind him, revealing a carved and hollow brass breastplate with a striking gold ship pattern on it. The armor sparkled in the sun, like a little sun. However, Leo looked at the strangely gorgeous hollows above, and his sword could easily penetrate them. More showy than practical, Leo curled his lips.
"We are not here to argue or fight¡ª¡ª"
"What's that for?" Axiburn glanced around coldly, and then locked his gaze tightly on the other party. "These guys, are they here to worship the gods? Or are they planning to completely destroy this place? I think the answer is obvious. I am not an ignorant fool who naively thinks that all you are holding are barbecue forks. "
"You have insulted the most loyal soldier under Duke Barton's command!" Thales screamed loudly.
"Quiet." The alchemist looked at him with a smirk on his face, "I thought you would rush up like a jumping rooster. What a pity, my sword has been waiting to kiss your ass."
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"Don't be busy yet, don't be busy yet. Don't be in a hurry." Monk Mario mocked, "Oh, look, these soldiers don't feel that way, noble sir." He leaned back on the chair, his whole body shrunk. Sitting lazily on the large cushions. With a swipe of his finger, he surrounded all the spearmen around him. "They are already frightened, wishing you could get permission to turn around and escape just by looking at them - after all, the Silent Sanctuary is the resting place of the gods, not their martial arts field. Killing is not allowed here, and they all know this, as long as you When God is angry, they will run away.¡±
"I really want to know how the gods get angry." Arnoldko smiled coldly, "With flames?"
A terrible silence spread in the hall. The Viscount's voice echoed in the hall, and the desert warriors standing on both sides tightened their eyes and clenched their fists. "Usually with swords," the red monk stared at Arnoldko, "and with blood."
"You can be disrespectful, Mr. Viscount." Monk Mario took over, "But I doubt whether they have seen blood. A group of weak recruits, it seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough?"
The frosty words made the other party flinch briefly.
However, the real situation is not optimistic: since the fire that night, the authority of the monks' orders has been greatly reduced, and rumors have spread in the silent sanctuary. It swept through the sanctuary, which had maintained a penitent-like tranquility just a few days ago. There were murmurs everywhere, and in every corner there were vow-breakers talking about the fire that destroyed the sanctuary. The monks tried to re-establish order, but with little success. The weapons they relied on became no longer useful, and even began to threaten to backfire on themselves. But it can be hidden for a while. The alchemist clearly knew that what Ashbern needed was time, plenty of time.
Taking this opportunity, Leo quickly leaned over and asked in a low voice. "What's going on, Ashborn? Are they really here for Nyanta? I can't see it."
"I can't guess."
"Take a guess. I feel bad."
"Then it depends on how they attack." The red-robed monk frowned, but his anxiety was well hidden, and it looked more like anger than uneasiness. "Leo, you are not allowed to interfere. Let me see if I can fool him."
"I find it very difficult, Ashburn." Monk Mario looked at the viscount in front of him and said without any illusions, "They have made up their mind. Their soldiers are too many."
"Things will be cleared up."
"Yes." Mario Monk nodded in agreement. "No matter what, revenge must be avenged. But not now."
"So?" Leo felt something was wrong.
The red-robed monk looked at him with helpless and painful eyes, "Sometimes, we have to learn to compromise, Leo."
What he said is right. However, the alchemist felt nothing but incredible anger. "It means betrayal." He gritted his teeth and glared at Ashborn. "One, two, threeI've had enough of this," he growled.
¡°Maybe things won¡¯t be that bad, this is just the worst-case scenario¡ª¡ª¡± said the current Axiburn, the former Dalma.
He is no longer just a follower of his father. Leo thought sadly, he was the chief monk of the sanctuary. He helped him, but could never protect him, and turned against another force that he could not resist, even though the other party destroyed his expectations. He can only rely on himself. Reality taught him a lesson again. All roads must be walked by himself.
"We need time, and then you can get help." The red-robed monk explained sadly. However, Leo couldn't help but wonder how real his expression was. That night, in the blazing fire, he barely felt the sadness he felt when Brandik died. "The Sanctuary of Silence cannot sink like this, she needs to change. But now, time is the most scarce thing"
"It goes without saying," Leo interrupted, he no longer had any expectations. "I understand, Monk Ashborn."
Maybe their flaws were noticed by them. Arnoldko took a step forward and said, "Dear red-robed monk, do you still want to invite the white devil to be a guest here?" He finally began to tell his true intention. "Until he leaves?"
"He is still my guest. That has never changed."
The alchemist was leaning on the chair, holding the armrest with his right hand, without saying a word.
"But he has defiled this place. A faithless and arrogant person is a guest in the territory of the gods. Is this what you, as believers of the gods, do?" Arnoldko smiled disdainfully, "When did the gods do this? Compassionate?"
"Because of the tolerance of the gods¡ª¡ª"
"Unlike you, they have a black heart filled with pus. I doubt whether it is still beating." Leo interrupted the red-robed monk. He sat up straight and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. "Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Vicomte. Don't beat around the bush, let's get straight to the point. I am the one who makes the decision, not anyone else, and no one can speak for myself."
"Very good." Arnoldko said happily. He glanced at the expressionless monk, and then spoke, "You have defiled the sea of ??sand. You will not be welcome here, white devil." He said, "And you should remember that you insulted Thales and you insulted me. , two nobles¡ª¡ª"
"You are a rude bastard who has become a noble. I think the terms bandits and robbers are more suitable for you."
"How outrageous!" Thales shouted, "You gangster and thief!"
"What? Are you yelling like this, am I telling the truth? Is this the truth?" Leo smiled evilly. He opened and closed his fingers, and his fingertips brushed against the rough hilt of the sword. "I recently heard that becoming a noble is quite simple. In order to maintain a luxurious life, your prince only needs to pay a sum of money to the House of Nobles."
Thales¡¯s face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, his mouth was open but he could not speak.
"Your Excellency Arnoldko," the alchemist's smile continued, "It seems that everything I said is true?"
"Say a few more words, white devil, and soon your mouth will no longer be your own." The Viscount threatened, "So hurry up and mock more, and you will make us feel even more guilt-free."
"I very much doubt whether you know what guilt is." Leo said, "Okay, Viscount Arnold of Schilis County, and Sir Thales of Harmondale. What do you want, tell me quickly, don't It¡¯s a waste of everyone¡¯s time. In weather like this, I should be taking a nap instead of playing riddles with you.¡±
¡°That¡¯s what we have to do!¡± The furious Thales pulled out a leather gauntlet from his belt and threw it heavily on the ground at the alchemist¡¯s feet. "I will wash away the insult you have committed against the nobility with your blood, devil!" he screamed.
"That's all?" Leo smiled disapprovingly, "You came here with so much fanfare, bringing so many soldiers, just to duel with me? Don't be ridiculous, I'm different from you, I'm not a fool."
Thales drew out his sword and stared at him with red eyes. "Duel, coward!"
"Pick it up, Alchemist." Arnoldko said provocatively, "His Royal Highness has given you a choice, let's duel."
"Fighting is prohibited in the Sanctuary of Silence, guest." The red-robed monk??Reminder in good faith. "Arnodko, tell that fool to pick it up quickly. We can't throw garbage here. This is a temple, not the Duke's castle. If he doesn't want to pick it up, I will let him know the consequences of doing so. The one who threw things Be careful with your hands."
The opponent ignored them, and the spearmen on the side were correcting the spears, issuing a silent threat. "Go to the courtyard," said the Vicomte.
"Duel?" The alchemist snorted coldly.
"Yes, you must fight."
"I must?"
"must."
"But, Lord Viscount, don't you think" Leo changed into a more comfortable position in the chair. He smiled disapprovingly, "I'm just what you call a white devil, and my background is not worth mentioning. Does the duel promote me? I think I'm not worthyhow to put it? I'm not worthy of receiving glory and praise in competition." "
"If you challenge a noble, he has the right to accept or reject it, depending on his will. But now the situation is opposite: it is Sir Thales who challenges you, treating you as his equal - of course, only temporarily - So you can't refuse." Arnoldko raised his eyebrows and said in a mocking tone, "Rejecting this honor will only prove that you are completely worthless."
"The logic is so strict." The red-robed monk smiled miserably, "I think you look like a philosopher, Mr. Viscount."
Leo raised his head and stared into Arnoldko's eyes. There was a look of certainty in his eyes that he hated. He just wanted to kill him. "I don't think my worth needs to be measured in a duel or judged by a bunch of chattering rats. I know what I'm worth¡ª"
"You will need it." Arnoldko interrupted, "If you are completely worthless"
"What will happen?"
The Lord Viscount smiled coldly, "I will order you to find a tree and hang yourself. You dung-picker."
"Sorry, there are no trees here, iron buckets."
"You will be glad that there is a crooked-neck tree here later." Arnoldko told him, "because if you fail, all your companions will be thrown into prison, and Miss Nianta will become the bride of the prince. "
"Aha, this is your true purpose." Leo was mentally prepared for this. The other party must want to legitimately obtain the inheritance rights of the River Land. Damn politics, he cursed under his breath. "What if I win?"
"You will not win." The Viscount of Siris County looked at him with a sinister smile, "Even if you hurt Thales even a hair in the duel, you will be punished, you devil. I will arrest you and give you a harsh sentence. This That¡¯s the prince¡¯s order.¡±
Leo picked his ears. "If I understand correctly," he said, "I must participate in the duel. If I refuse, I will be hanged; if I agree to the duel, I cannot fight back. Because if I hurt him, I It's the guillotine. What a fascinating choice. Maybe I should help alleviate some of your troubles? How about I bang my head against one of the statues here - one of your choice - and that would satisfy you?"
"Don't be sarcastic." Arnoldko gritted his teeth and said, "You insulted the noble, the prince, and you insulted the daughter of the Desert Mother, the devil! You must pay the price for this, understand? Young Thales needs to defeat a white devil. To gain fame¡ª"
"It also allows the prince to marry the heir of the Riverlands. It's a good idea." Leo clapped his hands carelessly. "But before that, can you tell me the identity of this distinguished Sir Thales? Is he the prince's male favorite, or the face of Miss Divine Envoy?"
"Shut up!" Thales screamed angrily, "Let our men see the truth, white devil."
Arnold's big, iron-like hands gripped Taylor's arm tightly. "There is no doubt about showing off, white devil." He narrowed his eyes and said, "There is no use for us to take your body, so you only need to take the initiative to defeat, and you and your companions can save a small life. That's it, you No choice."
"But there are always exceptions to everything."
"Exception? For the impossible? I guarantee you will be treated politely."
"Courtesy of the prison car? It seems I have no choice?"
"Yes."
"You think so, sir?" The sarcasm on Leo's face became even stronger, and he looked around at the soldiers around him. "But I feel like I still have a choice."
"Indeed," Arnoldko said defiantly, "you have a choice. But then there will be killing. Do you want to see it come to that? Do you want to burden your conscience with blood and death? Unless yours My companions are alone here, otherwise the road you choose will only lead to blood and death. What's more, you can't kill us. Because I think the monks don't want to welcome His Highness the Prince's wrath, if they don't want this place to become ruins. "
"Let me say something," said the red monk, "Mr. Arnoldko, you are trying to arouse the moral sense of the alchemist with your noble words - trying to ask him not to draw a sword against a gangster who is trying to attack him. Of course, he is very I sympathize with this bandit, because this bandit has an eighty-year-old mother and a child who is waiting to be fed. But don't you think that in this way, you have no glory at all? Even if Thales of Harmondale wins, he You won¡¯t get a good reputation either. Do you think that people¡¯s mouths are only used for eating and everyone is dumb?¡±
However, the other party took the initiative, and the hesitant desert warrior gave him the greatest courage. So Arnoldko had a smile on his face and didn't shy away from it. "I didn't ask the White Devil, I just asked him to make a choice. How he chooses is his business." He said with a sneer, "But I have to suggest: duel, White Devil. This is the best way, but it's not A fight to the death. It will stop as soon as one of them is knocked down."
"Huh? It's unheard of to survive a duel."
"Now you know." Thales waved his sword twice and said viciously, "I will slit your belly, cut off your intestines, stuff them into your butt | eyes and sew them shut."
"How disgusting." Leo curled his lips in disgust, "You are the illegitimate son of a butcher. Some people actually like the swine fever in you."
"Stop your mocking!" Arnoldko drew out his long sword and swung it down suddenly, "Make a choice, agree, or still agree."
"This joke is really funny." Leo stood up and finally said, "Let's try it. It's a pity that the sun is shining brightly on this day."
"Then you agree." Arnoldko raised his head, his eyes flashing, "You will duel with the noble Sir Thales from Harmondale?"
"Yes."
"Very good. Then go get ready."
"I won't be like you, dawdling like a moth. I'm ready." Leo pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword. "Don't waste time, let's fight it quickly. Monk Ashburn, you can just watch, it has nothing to do with you. Am I right? Mr. Arnoldko?"
"Absolutely correct." The Viscount glanced at the red-robed monk and said in a strong voice, "This is still the land that belongs to the Sanctuary. No matter what happens, it is only related to the White Devil."
A strange color suddenly flashed across Mario Monk's face. "Then I beg you not to duel in the sanctuary. Fighting is prohibited here. Please go outside. Under the steps of the main hall, there is a piece of sand that is solid enough. It is just right for you. I will restrain our warriors."