His face turned green, he silently lowered his head, bowed deeply to Sylvia, and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, please forgive me for being rude!"

Sylvia didn't answer, she didn't even mean to look at the baron. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info which made the baron's face ugly and showed a desolate look.

Charlotte patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "You don't have to be so polite, Baron. You and my sister are also vassals of His Majesty, and I thank you for your kindness on behalf of my sister. ”

Charlotte's actions touched the baron, and he nodded, gratitatively stepped back behind him, and silently left the noble entrance area with his female companion.

"You are very kind, Earl of Wintercastle. Count Cecil stepped out of the shadows and said loudly with a smile on his face, "It seems that I have been a bad person to endure the rude cutting of a landless nobleman. ”

The nobles lining up behind them did not see the situation in the forbidden area, and when they heard the loud voice of Count Cecil, they were in an uproar.

Being overly kind is not a good reputation among the nobility, because it means that the ruler is a weak fellow. Count Cecil seems to be working for Icewind, but he is trying to tarnish Charlotte's reputation through means.

"Do you call that a queue cut? Count Cecil. Charlotte, of course, would not allow Count Cecil to slander the reputation of Icewind Castle, and he replied with a solemn face and an equally loud voice, "Good for good, evil for evil! This is the tradition of our people in the North! The Baron has shown me kindness, and I will naturally return the favor according to tradition!"

With a calm face, he asked in a cold voice, "Then you, Earl, do you have good intentions or bad intentions towards Icewind Castle?"

Charlotte knew that compared to the fat Cecil, he was as naïve as a kindergarten student in terms of political maneuver. Therefore, he simply gave full play to his previous specialties and bluntly spread out the contradictions to the nobles present.

Count Cecil looked stunned.

He was in charge of Cecil's territory for many years, and he had never seen a strange aristocrat like Charlotte.

Negotiations between nobles, even if both sides are eager to kick each other in the face, rarely openly contradict each other in public. You may think this is hypocritical, but if you think about it, even in Charlotte's previous life, didn't adults get along with each other with that fig leaf?

These are the rules of the game among the nobles, and it is clear that the Earl of Wintercastle, from the North, is trampling on these laws again and again.

"It depends on what you choose, Lord Winterhold. But the Earl of Cecil reacted quickly, and he said with a calm face, and kicked the ball back to Charlotte's side.

"Very well!" Charlotte said as she stared at Count Cecil, "Now that my sister and I want to enter the venue to watch the gladiatorial match, I wonder if Count Cecil can show some kindness and confirm the identity of me and my sister?"

The atmosphere of saber-rattling between the two sides can be seen even by idiots.

The guards bowed their heads tremblingly and faced this confrontation with an ostrich mentality. As for the nobles lining up behind them, they also pretended to take a few steps back unintentionally, leaving enough space for the confrontation between the two sides.

For the nobles of the imperial capital, the Count Cecil of the princely line was a behemoth that was difficult to provoke. But on the other hand, is the King of Icewind Keep from the North easy to mess with?

That's one of the seven kings of the empire, and the real power of the nobles is second only to His Majesty the Emperor in terms of personality strength!

The idiot also knows that the imperial capital is treacherous now, and anyone understands the truth of shooting the first bird. Unless you are crazy, you will rashly participate in the confrontation between the two major forces without taking your own strength.

The nobles in the queue did not dare to complain that the two sides were blocking the road, and they were in unison with their female companions whispering, but in fact they were listening to the confrontation with their ears pricked up.

I only heard Count Cecil sneer and say, "Of course!"

The Fat Count turned his head and shouted at the guards, "Are you blind?!" You have a few lives, dare to stop the Grand Duke of Icewind and the Earl of Winterhold!

His voice was extremely indignant, as if the guards had done something heinous and bad. When he saw the guards trembling and let go of the curfew, Count Cecil sneered and gave a chest salute to the two of them.

"The curfew is open!Your Highness and Earl, please forgive these blinded wastes, please move!"

Charlotte's right hand holding the umbrella was holding the knuckles of the knuckles, and Count Cecil's actions were completely discrediting the Icewind Castle family. But Charlotte couldn't make a sound.

He looked at the guards who fell to their knees in terror, trembling like quails, and his face was cloudy for a while.

Sylvia accepted everything with a blank face, ignoring Count Cecil's smug look and walking first towards the arch.

Charlotte followed Sylvia with a calm face and an umbrella, and when he entered the archway, he folded the cherry blossom umbrella, and at that moment he saw a scene that made his eyes burst with anger.

I saw Count Cecil squinting at the tip of Sylvia's hair like a pervert, and his oily face was slightly raised, revealing a look of pleasure and enjoyment.

Seeing Charlotte's glaring eyes, the fat man spread out his hands under the protection of the guards, and whispered proudly, "I wish you the best of luck in this wonderful gladiatorial match, and perhaps it will make you crazy with excitement to see your beautiful sister competing on the same stage with her bare-chested slaves!"

"You-"

Charlotte could no longer hold back the rage in his heart, and his blood rushed to his brain like boiling magma, and he decided to turn this hateful dead fat man into a foul-smelling mass of corpses, even if he became a wanted man for the Empire!

However, at this moment, the golden cat curled up on Sylvia's shoulders suddenly let out a lazy meow.

Charlotte, who was angry, palpitated, and he subconsciously looked at the golden cat, and saw that the harmless pet cat seemed to emit a little magical aura.

In Charlotte's vision, the cat shimmered like a lake, and a beautiful, dazzling, blue-fluorescent butterfly detached from the aura and danced unseasonably within the arch.

Strangely, no one seemed to notice this strange scene at all, except for Charlotte.

The blue butterfly landed on the shoulder of Count Cecil, and the dead fat man, still smirking smugly, took out a dagger encrusted with jewels from his bosom, and pulled it out of its scabbard as if intoxicated.

His guards gripped the hilt of their swords nervously, and just when they thought Count Cecil was going to make a provocative move, the weirdest thing happened!

With a weird smile on his fat face, Count Cecil put the dagger across his neck, and then pulled it hard!

"Master—"

The knight who was guarding him behind him sensed that something was wrong and immediately grabbed Count Cecil's fat hand. However, the Count Cecil, who neglected to exercise, was amazingly powerful at the moment, and the knight's timely rescue only saved him from death, and when the Count Cecil realized what he had done, the dagger had already cut through the fat flesh between his throats, and blood gushed out!

Count Cecil howled like a fat pig to the slaughter! He clutched his neck and pointed at Charlotte and made a clucking sound. His features were clumped together with fear, and his teeth clicked. And the blood couldn't stop flowing from his fingers.

And the advisor mage beside him was even more frightened, because at that moment, he didn't even feel the slightest trace of the spell!

"Let's go. ”

Sylvia said coldly.

Charlotte naturally knew what was going on, and he had thought that Count Cecil would never give up, but it seemed that he had overestimated the determination of the fat man.

The latter clattered his teeth with one hand around his neck and frantically waved the other to the guards to take him to treatment, his teeth clicking and his fat trembling with nausea ripples.

When the guards drove him out, it was as pitiful and abominable as a bloody pig.

Charlotte watched all of this in a daze, and it wasn't until Sylvia called him again that he came to his senses.

This is Sylvia's illusion prowess!

Charlotte realizes that the gap between them is a huge chasm that makes people desperate, and also realizes what terrible consequences can be for offending this princess of the frozen lake who doesn't seem to care about anything!

Killing people invisibly is perhaps the most desperate way to die.