Rogge? When Ahalline arrived at the small arena behind the palace, the first set of matches had just ended. The losing player was beaten to the ground and couldn't move, and Rogge even wondered if he had been killed. This is no ordinary tryout, and it is said that it is a great honor that the chosen one will have the honor of accompanying and guarding the future queen; However, it is also said that the new queen is not much better than the previous one, and she makes her own guards play the role of maids-in-waiting, and she demands more from her maids than her husband.

Either way, getting rid of Cames and his sister is Rogge's goal. What could be worse than one's own situation in the City of Light? Every day, he had to pick up prey and pour urine buckets for the stubborn Duke of Cames, which was simply the greatest insult to a knight. And his sister, who was bent on marrying him, was even more unreasonable, and among the many handsome knights, she chose herself only because of the old legend associated with the family. That's all in ancient times, the degree of truth has been reduced to a negative number, is that little girl growing up in a vacuum, doesn't she know that the world has long since turned its back on the legend, become iron-blooded and cruel? Not to mention that he has never seen the sword of Ahengli, even the ancient mansion that has been passed down from generation to generation of ancestors was sold by the declining family in his grandfather's time, and there is no sword of Ahengli in the world, let alone that great family. However, I believe that I will make this legendary family prosperous again, and my brother and I will definitely carve out a world for ourselves, so I will come to the Queen's Election Meeting, not relying on anyone or any power, but only on my own ability.

Rogge couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the freckled thirteen-year-old girl clamoring to marry him, and at the same time he couldn't stand the jokes made by his comrades, who often called themselves "nannies" behind their backs, guessing that they had changed the lord's sister several times.

Let them laugh and go, I'm leaving anyway, and no one can stop me.

But what happened just outside the city of Sleeping Dragons affected Rogge's feelings. That's obviously an assassination attempt to prevent yourself from appearing in the arena! But it was strange why the man's arrow was missed, his terrible blue eyes, which had gleamed a second before, were then pointed at the thief who was attacking me behind him.

The robbers now are really lawless, they dare to rob passers-by at the foot of the royal city, and the most desperate thing is the human heart, the farmer would rather give up his daughter than hold the money bag tightly, what kind of father is this? If you don't make a move, then the poor girl will definitely be killed by them, is the daughter's chastity more important than a bag of copper points?

Rog shook his head, trying to shake off this cruel idea, little Arkena of the Holy Light City, see, how happy you are to have the protection of your brother, but maybe one day when the new king has the idea to marry you to a dying retainer, your brother will also give you away in order to increase his title. The world is like this, and there is so much to learn.

Rogge grinned bitterly, but inadvertently caught two ice-blue glances.

Rogge's eyes jumped, and although the man was shrouded in the shade of the trees, his blue eyes would never be mistaken.

The young man was standing under a red banner with a broad-bladed sword piercing a dark red heart, and drops of crimson blood were flowing down the sword.

The young man was fastening the chain mail with the help of the squire, and he must have appeared in the next game, and at the same time, his sharp gaze was also roaming back and forth on the knights in the field, inadvertently, the two looked at each other, and at that moment Rogge's heartbeat almost suddenly stopped, and the blue-eyed young man just glanced at him indifferently, his gaze bypassed Rogge's face, and continued to look around.

Isn't it him?

When Rog looked at the young man again, he found that he had entered the white tent beside him, and the sword piercing the heart flag on his head was still fluttering in the wind.

Rog's eyes narrowed again—it was his family's flag.

The small arena of the palace was dedicated to the king and his woman, and the two highest seats were of course the king's and queen's boxes, richly decorated and spacious, with a huge semi-circular canopy overhead, blessed with magical reflective stones that reflected back the scorching heat of the sun and prevented watching the games from becoming a torture. Under the trees not far from the arena, the horses neighed softly, stretching out their hooves to tear open the hard ground covered with grass ash. People lowered their voices and nervously joked. More than half of these people have been replaced by their own people, but Vanessa still does not dare to relax, according to the number of remaining mercenaries, there are still a hundred people stranded outside the palace, Reina does not dare to be too public, if someone finds out that he has dropped the bag, the previous efforts will be in vain. Vanessa heard the faint sounds of spears clashing and chain mail sliding from time to time, but even those sounds were hazy and indistinct.

It's just too hot.

Fortunately, most of the so-called knights experienced the most brutal environment, and even a profuse sweat could not resist the enthusiasm of the battle. Among these knights, except for a small number of uncrowned knights from the free trade city-states, they are all members of the Other mercenary group, and according to the regulations, each knight can bring one or two attendants, so that the number of people entering the competition has been increased at once, and the real knights who were originally going to participate in the competition were all intercepted in the tavern outside the city, and they couldn't wake up in three or two days. By the time they woke up, the game was already over, and in their frustration, they could only warn themselves not to drink so much before going down to business, otherwise the next time everything on their bodies would be stolen as if they had just crawled out of their mother's belly, and they might even throw away the guy who was eating.

As for the fraudulent use of their family crest and name, I'm sorry, I don't want this false useless thing, I will give the name of my new guard, and say that it is the tradition of the land of Midsummer.

In total, one qiē will have a reasonable explanation.

But Vanessa still vaguely felt that something was wrong, everything she did would not be smooth sailing, and there would always be twists and turns.

Sure enough, from the box, Reina's tent was opened, and an archer in a scarlet cloak and a lion-patterned half-helmet was hurrying towards him.

"What's going on?" Vanessa turned her head to Reina. Her archers looked handsome and imposing today, and the bow on her back was particularly eye-catching, which Vanessa had borrowed from Terrence and had no intention of returning it again.

"One of the knights recognized me." Reyna whispered, his gaze pointing to the man's position, "He has the same banner as me." ”

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