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Prince Barton stared at the alchemist with a smile on his face, "What do you think, white devil?" He squinted his small eyes and twisted his fat body on the throne. "How about letting your people compete with mine to add to the fun?"
Now Leo has no doubt that the fat man in front of him is a cunning old fox. []
"This is a fat pig." Rosie gritted her teeth next to Leo. "He'd better choke to death."
"I'm sure it will happen sooner or later." He raised his eyes lightly and glanced at Prince Barton, and said softly and sarcastically without leaving any trace, "He will either die on a woman's belly, or he will suffocate to death in a pile of pork. There is always one thing. His end."
"It would be best to be hung up and starve to death." the female mage said.
The alchemist said nothing. He saw the female swordsman looking at the steaming delicacies with almost no focus. She unconsciously picked up the food in front of her with the knife and fork in her hand, stuffed it into her mouth mechanically, and then swallowed it whole. He decided to have a good talk with her later. To his right, the bachelor lady was sitting on a high seat, enjoying the dinner with perfect etiquette, chatting wordlessly with the bachelor Leila next to her. Compared to Yweila's coldness, Maester Leila is much more enthusiastic. Judging from his posture, he is even willing to take over Asha's service. Eweila quickly noticed Leo's gaze and immediately cast a hidden look at him, while nodding her head in a small way without revealing anything.
"White Devil, did you hear what I said?" Prince Barton waved away the scantily clad dancer, "Give me an answer, agree or reject?" He leaned forward as if he was questioning, with annoyance in his tone. .
His appearance reminded Leo of what Prince Oberyn once said¡ª¡ª
"Kings rarely accept 'no', 'I won't', 'never' calmly. Kings - they have all kinds of things at their disposal: daggers, poisons, dungeons, Red-hot pokers. Kings have hundreds, thousands of ways to avenge their dignity, and you have no idea how easy it is to make someone in authority feel their dignity has been compromised. Just interrupt them, or say something disrespectful. I'm afraid your life will be ruined by the wheel."
Prince Barton is the kind of person who has low self-esteem, he is sure. Therefore, the alchemist understands the consequences of refusal. And he saw it clearly. He obviously wanted to use this matter to give them a blow, a solid deterrent, but the alchemist had already made up his mind, and he would definitely let the other party down.
"Are you scared, white devil?" Prince Barton laughed loudly, with an indescribable joy in his voice, with contempt and ridicule, but his small eyes contained deep malice. "Let your men come. I heard that there are brave warriors among you. Are they all cowards like you?"
"I want to cut out his tongue." The female mage said.
Leo put down his knife and fork, "No, of course we won't be cowards."
"Then show it to us, white devil." Prince Barton said with a smile, "Don't let us look down upon you."
He was using the provocation method, but Leo could not force him to retreat, and he had no intention of giving in. "A warrior is never afraid of fighting." Leo looked at him and said softly, "What I care about is, how are we going to compete? A life-or-death duel, or is it just a matter of time?"
The alchemist saw a hint of madness in the other party's eyes.
Leo is not afraid of it, the Crow people are outstanding in martial arts and have extraordinary brute strength. Leo glanced around. The soldiers standing with swords, and even the officer who greeted them before, were all far away from the Crow People. But killing is especially unwise at this moment.
Nianta on the side spoke timidly, "Your Highness the Prince¡ª¡ª"
The alchemist raised his head and happened to see Miss Bachelor turning her head to see Bachelor Leila chatting and laughing.
Prince Barton thought for a moment and glanced at the woman in black robe on his left. "As far as the order goes." He said in a sullen voice, with a taste of reluctance. "You are my guests, and there will be no blood in the competition. Let's stop here."
And this is undoubtedly what Leo wants to see. "I'll send for our knights."
"No need." The female swordsman's voice suddenly sounded next to her. Lu Yuewu put down her silver fork and stood up. "I come."
No one expected that the female swordsman would choose this way. What's up with her? What are you thinking about?
"Are you crazy?" Rosie growled in a low voice.
However, Lu Yuewu stared straight ahead, turning a deaf ear to their shouts and curses. She raised her head and looked at Prince Barton, holding the shark skin sheath in her left hand, and said resolutely, "I can fight on their behalf¡ª¡ª"
"Yuewu! Sit down! It's not your turn!" he shouted angrily.?If they hadn't been guests at the moment, he just wanted to jump over and drag her back and press her hard on the chair. "This has nothing to do with you."
¡°Miss Moon Dance¡ª¡ª¡± Miss Bachelor exclaimed.
"Stupid woman, why are you so stupid?" the female mage shouted without any scruples, "Is your head filled with water?"
"This is exactly what I should do." She said softly. Then he never looked at them again, as if they had nothing to do with him. She just looked at Prince Barton and said, "Please send your soldiers."
Prince Barton turned sideways and asked Maester Leila, and then said in surprise, "Madam, are you sure?"
Maester Rhaela relayed his words. They had the same surprise on their faces.
Leo knew that boys were favored on this side of the sea, and it was far from believed that any woman would choose to become a warrior. In the Waliya tradition, a woman's job is to stay at home, take care of the housework, and please the men who fight to the death for status and wealth. In addition, any woman who attempts to become a warrior will be regarded as a despised alien.
"I am a swordsman." Lu Yuewu said.
"The sword has no eyes in the competition."
Prince Barton is now sympathetic to her. However, what annoyed Li Ou was that Lu Yuewu had no idea what "submissive refusal" meant. "For a warrior, scars are a sign of praise and a symbol of honor. A warrior without scars is a coward and not a true warrior." She said firmly, "I am a swordsman, not a woman who washes and cooks. Moreover, I was already prepared to die."
"Then you just go and die!" Rosie cursed loudly. She threw down her knife and fork and stood up. "Your Highness, I feel a little uncomfortable. I want to leave first." Before Prince Barton could speak, she Then left directly. In the end, she said, "You'd better die here! Don't give us any more fucking trouble."
Lu Yuewu¡¯s body trembled slightly, and her face suddenly turned pale.
"Yuewu, come back, you don't have to take risks."
But his persuasion seemed to increase her determination. She quickly regained control of her emotions. "So you let others face the threat of death? What's the difference between me and them? I'm just your guard." She took a deep breath, "Your Highness, where are your soldiers? I'm ready."
At this point, everyone has nothing to say.
Prince Patton was silent for a while, "Call Scott to come forward." He announced loudly.
"Your Highness, let me do it." The previous warrior wearing a golden cloak volunteered to fight, "Mr. Scott was once a gladiator. Every move he made was dangerous and deadly. For a woman, It's cruel to say the least. We are competing, not dueling. It is not appropriate for the throne room to be stained with blood."
After a short period of thinking, Prince Barton made a decision. "Then, Julian." Leo then knew the other party's name, "It's up to you. Remember to finish the order."
Since there was no way to stop Lu Yuewu, Li Ou could only pray to the gods that she would be safe. However, Prince Barton's seemingly concerned words contained a certain condescension, with the disdain and sarcasm of a victor. Did he think they were sure of victory? Only the alchemist knew how exquisite the female swordsman's swordsmanship was, and even trained him to become a swordsman who could stand alone.
Julian, who had dark skin and dark eyes, took off his cloak, put on his leather gloves, and adjusted the buckles on his leather armor to make them tighter. The bright silver buckles jingled. He exhaled and drew the sword from his waist. It was a long and narrow dagger with a slight curvature. It was lighter and shorter than the rune sword used by Lu Yuewu. It looked like an alternative scimitar.
During this process, the female swordsman remained silent and motionless. She looked at her opponent, staring at Julian's expression, muscles, the right hand holding the sword, the slightly trembling sword body, and the terrifying long blood groove on it.
"Be careful." Leo couldn't help but remind.
She didn¡¯t even look back, she nodded her head gently. Then slowly drew out the sword. In an instant, silver light like mercury spilled over the throne room, covering up the bright candlelight burning. Even the woman in black robe, who had been silent like a puppet, couldn't help but raise her eyes and cast a brief glance at her, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Leo saw Maester Leila say something in Prince Barton¡¯s ear. The latter looked indifferent. "I underestimated you, miss. Good luck to you," he said with some resentment, "begin."
"Woman, I won't hold back."
"I don't understand your language, and you don't understand what I said. So, don't say anything." She threw away the scabbard, flicked a sword flower, pointed the tip of the sword at Julian provocatively, and gently raised it. pick. ¡°Come on.??
The soldier didn¡¯t understand what she said, but Lu Yuewu¡¯s contempt filled him with anger. To be scorned by a woman is a shameful humiliation for a Varian. So he yelled and started the battle with a jumping chop.
Lu Yuewu took two steps back lightly, and the scimitar-like dagger passed in front of her. She had a close brush with death, but the female swordsman seemed unaware of it. Her face was as calm as an ancient well. She moved quickly, took two steps to the right, and then stepped back. Julian was like a monkey being played. He kept slashing, sweeping, stabbing, chasing Lu Yuewu's footsteps, but what he slashed was only the air, and what he stabbed was only the afterimage of Lu Yuewu.
The female swordsman dances gracefully like a butterfly. She flapped her wings in the candlelight and walked fearlessly through the hurricane of sharp blades. The long sword brought out a series of bright and flickering lights, like the bright stars in the night sky, so dazzling that the alchemist almost forgot the fatal danger in the beauty.
Prince Barton¡¯s warrior¡ªLeo guessed that he should be the opponent¡¯s royal guard¡ªJulian suddenly seemed to see through the butterfly¡¯s dance. He suddenly stepped forward and cut off the female swordsman's path. Then he swung his sword violently, and the blade broke through the air, causing a strong roar. Lu Yuewu couldn't stop the inertia, so she had to fall backwards. The sword blade tore open a piece of clothing on her chest, revealing the moon-white lining inside. A strand of black hair scattered freely.
"Well done." Prince Barton shouted excitedly.
The soldiers watching also cheered happily.
¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± Miss Bachelor screamed in horror. She sat in the seat that originally belonged to Rosie. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Lu Yuewu was not injured. But she still frowned, looking worried and uneasy. "Miss Moondancer, she will be hurt."
"She won't be the one injured." Leo was confident.
But saying and doing are two different things. He watched Lu Yuewu struggling within the constraints of the sword net, and his heart felt as if it was being grasped tightly by a big hand and lifted to his throat. He clenched his fists, his palms full of sweat. But there is no way to stop their fight now. No matter where it is, once the competition starts, it will only end if one party withdraws. Anyone who tries to break the rules will be regarded as a devil who breaks the sacred contract. To be scolded and bear a terrible curse.
"Leo, Miss Yuewu can't dodge this move!" Miss Bachelor screamed in panic and grabbed his arm.
He looked up and saw the dark-skinned warrior dancing with a strange sword light, which seemed to absorb all the candlelight. The sword light flickered and transformed, a dazzling astigmatism that confused all eyes. It is like a blooming flower, the alchemist thought, which is spitting out its stamens. However, a man-eating beast suddenly jumped out of the beautiful picture, and its endless feints revealed deadly murderous intent. It forced Lu Yuewu and blocked all her escape routes. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the female swordsman's throat.
What responded to him was the rune sword that suddenly jumped up. The silver sword cut off the beast's head with just one strike. Julian's weapon made a helpless cry. Lu Yuewu took a step back easily, watching with cold eyes as the opponent stumbled and tried to regain his balance.
"Don't worry." Leo grabbed Miss Bachelor's hand with his backhand and conveyed his confidence to her. "Didn't you notice? This is the first time Yuewu has used a sword." She was always teasing the other party, like a cat that caught a mouse.
Her contempt completely angered the other party.
After a brief breather, Julian rushed forward with all his strength, and the dagger he waved set off a violent attack like a storm. "Fight head-on, woman!" He swung his sword and shouted at the same time, "Sword, woman!" He swung his sword again, but was still dodged, and this time it didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. "Dodging is not what warriors do!"
"Idiot, only living people can be called warriors, but dead people are just corpses.
But Lu Yuewu seemed to be tired of playing. When she once again used her sword to repel the opponent's attack, she seized the opponent's exposed flaw and started to counterattack. She spared no effort in every blow. The two swords struck each other, making a series of metallic muffled sounds. Sparks flew everywhere, reflecting her suddenly bright eyes. Although her eyes are still calm, not as impatient and blazing as her opponent
Leo suddenly understood. He looked into her eyes and understood: the female swordsman wanted to use this method to alleviate her guilt. She seemed to have found a new direction for herself through such behavior. Leo should have been happy to see her change, but now, he suddenly felt a sense of loss. Is she still like this? He couldn't help but ask himself. Is she still the quiet and calm oriental girl, the girl who is more calm than impulsive? Is it still the girl he likes?
He found that he could not find the answer.
In the field, for Julian, the situationIt almost took a nosedive. In the blink of an eye he went from attacker to passive defender. Moreover, they were retreating steadily, and their defense line was riddled with holes. His eyes were filled with incredible fear, and there were big beads of sweat on his face. He tried his best to resist, but even the chance to breathe was lost.
The people watching opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe what they saw. The throne room suddenly became dead silent, and Prince Barton's expression became extremely ugly. The only ones around were Julian's breathing and the constant sound of swords clashing like drums. It just sounded like he was fighting in his own shadow.
Lu Yuewu¡¯s face was as sinking as water. Turning a blind eye to Julian's embarrassment. Her offensive was like a trickle, continuous. Neither aggressive nor anxious. She is like a master of chess, advancing little by little, destroying the opponent's defense, and swallowing it in the last bite. Julian was tortured so much that his arms began to weaken, and the light dagger seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds to him¡ª¡ª
His flaws are obvious.
The female swordsman no longer hesitated and swung her sword. The first sword hit Julian's long sword, and a crisp sound was accompanied by the opponent's surprised scream; followed by the second sword, she took a step forward, and the tip of the sword pierced the opponent's wrist. Amidst the screams, Zhu Julian's weapon fell out of his hand and fell to the ground; then the third sword the rune sword was already placed on Julian's neck.
Leo was completely relieved. He found that his whole body was soaked with sweat and he almost collapsed in the chair.
"I won." She said calmly.
Julian looked at the sword around his neck and had to admit his failure with difficulty. "Yes, you won." He said in a hoarse and difficult voice, "Miss, you won."
The alchemist looked at the prince, and he saw an embarrassed, disgraceful, and hateful face. "Wonderful competition." He concealed his malice, and the voice came out from the trembling fat. "White Devil, your swordsmanship is not inferior to ours."
The alchemist curled his lips secretly. He was about to say something, but the woman in black robe who had never moved sitting next to Prince Barton suddenly stood up. "Exquisite swordsmanship." She said, "We are amazed. But now I am very tired. I'm sorry that I can't accompany you."
Her voice was still nice, soft and without anger, and Leo couldn't tell what the other person's emotions were. Prince Barton apparently can't either. So he also looked puzzled and anxious.
¡°This is the end of the party, my guests.¡±
He announced quickly, without even saying a word, he abandoned them and chased after them.
Disgusting fat pig. Leo cursed in his mind, damn clown. He exhaled and walked towards the female swordsman who sheathed the sword. They need to talk. Without delay. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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