In the evening, in the guest room of the Earl's Mansion in Midsummer City, Ron Mo wielded his broadsword, which had been cut in several places.

Art got up from his chair, walked up to Ron, took the steel-like broadsword, and comforted: "Ron, don't be discouraged, there's no shame in losing to Sir Leonde, even if it were to change, I wouldn't dare to say that I was sure of a complete victory."

The additional interaction of visiting the Longxia Legion this afternoon is to conduct a knight competition, Yat is the home and guest, of course Flender will not directly invite Yat to play, so Flender invited Yate's chief of guard to trainee knight Ron and a Centenuary Officer named Leonde of the Midsummer Legion to compete, both of them are knight lords, and the age difference is not much, so it is more fair.

However, the outcome of the contest was doomed from the start, and Sir Leond took less than twenty moves to knock Ron to his stomach. Later, when I heard the introduction, Sir Leonde's father was a master of swordsmanship in the Battle of the Longxia Legion, and Leond himself served in the Longxia Legion for five years and experienced more than 20 bloody battles. Therefore, he swung his sword in the competition without the slightest drag, and in his bones it was an attack method that directly hit the opponent's vital point.

Ron is also a veteran of the battle, so he still resisted Leonde's first-round momentum and fought hard to take on twenty moves. It's just that both of them chose to use matching swords for the competition, so the broadsword in Ron's hand, which had been with him for two years, had been cut into several deep gaps.

Ron looked up, "Sir, I'm not discouraged by losing to Sir Leonde, I really can't beat him. On the battlefield, I can't stop Sir Leonde's momentum. ”

"I'm just sorry that this broadsword has raised sword blood."

Art picked up the broadsword and looked at it a few times, the blade of the broadsword had indeed been soaked in dark red blood, "Well, it's a pity, when I return to the valley, I will ask the weapon workshop to customize a steel knight's sword for you, you are a knight now, it is long time to change to a sword with a good steel mouth." ”

Art wiped the blade of the broadsword with his thumb, returned it to Ron, and asked, "After watching the Longxia Legion today, what do you think is the difference between the Longxia Legion and the Wells Legion?"

Ron drew his sword back to its sheath, and the regret on his face slowly disappeared, and he straightened up and replied, "Death!"

"Huh? Dead air? Art didn't understand what Ron was trying to say.

"Yes, it's death."

"Our Welsh Regiment is definitely a brave and elite army, and it is true. However, the Longxia Legion has a dead aura in addition to its bravery, and that is a kind of breath of life that treats itself as a dead man. ”

"Not to mention the dead man's silence that I felt in the afternoon watching the Midsummer Legion train in the afternoon, and it was even stronger when I finally competed with Sir Leonde. During the competition, I was beaten in a hurry, and I used the killing move of slashing on the battlefield, if it was an ordinary person's first reaction would definitely be to block or dodge, but Leonde's first reaction was to take advantage of the situation to attack my weak waist and abdomen, if I could also have that kind of dead air, half of his shoulder would be cut off by me. However, my instinctive reaction was to immediately withdraw my sword and return to the defense, and as a result, the blade was cut by the great force and a deep hole was missed. ”

"Master, I've killed a lot of people, and I'm not afraid of death, but I can't live like a dead person."

Art listened to Ron's words and agreed, in fact, from the moment Leonde drew his sword, Art felt that kind of murderous aura beyond instinct, if it weren't for Flender's repeated orders to stop, Ron might not have lost a matching sword.

"Ron~"

梆~梆梆~

梆~梆梆~

A knock on the door interrupted Art's words.

"Please come in!" Art said to the door.

The person who came was exactly what the two were talking about.

"Sir Leonde, what is the matter with you?" Art asked, getting up.

Leonde bowed deeply to Art, "Baron Art, I have come to present Sir Ron with my matching sword. ”

"Me? Give me a sword? Ron was confused.

"Yes Sir Ron, you are the first person to take my twenty moves alive, I have broken your matching sword, and it is time to give you the knightly sword I have with me, I hope you can use this knight's sword to compete with me again next time." Leonde's tone was so calm that he couldn't hear the slightest emotion in his words.

Ron was stunned for a moment, then became excited again, he walked up to Leond in a few steps, took the knight's sword with both hands with a badly worn cowhide scabbard, and gently pulled it out, the hilt of the knight's sword was wound with a thin cowhide sheath, the cowhide scabbard was red in color, obviously soaked in blood; There were several dents in the lattice of the sword, which were supposed to be left by the enemy's weapons; The dark gray spine of the sword protruded slightly, and the blade part should have been sharpened after the afternoon competition.

"Sir Leonde, would you really like to give it to me?"

"Yes, Sir Ron."

"Does it have a name?"

Leond suddenly smiled lightly on his face, but instantly regained his composure, "Sir Ron, the sword that kills should not have a name. ”

"Oh~" Ron thought that Leond would give his matching sword a resounding name.

"And how can I thank you?" Ron didn't think he could take advantage.

"Beat me with it next time."

Leonde said lightly and then turned his gaze to Art, "Baron Art, my earl has invited you to his office for a chat. ”

That's what Leond really meant.

"Please tell the Earl, I'll be there later."

Leonde saluted Art and Ron again and turned to leave.

"Ron, it seems that there is no need for the workshop to specialize in making matching swords."

............

As twilight fell, Midsummer City was peaceful and peaceful.

In the official room on the second floor of the Earl's Palace, the two heavy oak doors were opened, and the first thing I saw was a brown bear's head with a bloody mouth and long fangs hanging on the wall behind a long desk, the table under the bear's head should be made of yew wood, and the large desk had only an iron box, a set of quill pens and inkwells, and a candlestick, and a thick Bible in the center of the table.

On the left side of the office is a red brick wall with a fireplace, and on the wall are hung wolf skins, bear skins, and antlers; At the base of the wall on the right is an armor rack hung with oily Cheng Liang's full-body plate armor, a row of weapon racks standing against the wall, on which are leaning on weapons such as short spears, long axes, gōng nǔ arrows, etc., and a few chairs are placed under the right wall, apparently for visitors. The floor of the office room was covered with a layer of carved woolen blankets.

Art had never entered Flender's bedroom, but he guessed that it was one of the more luxurious rooms in the entire Earl's Mansion.

The servant ushered Art into the room, sat down on a chair against the wall, and said, "Baron Art, the Count has just gone to the camp to deal with urgent business, please wait a moment." Then he poured half a glass of wine into the wooden glass next to the chair.

Artiste sat down in his chair and waited quietly.

This "wait" kept Art in his office for a full hour, during which no one came in to greet him.

Art didn't know if Flender was really dealing with urgent military affairs or if he was deliberately "putting the test on hold", and he was fine anyway, so he simply closed his eyes and quietly thought about the possible conversation tonight......

............

Wow~~Squeak!

The door to the office was pushed open, and Flender hurried into the office.

"Cousin Art, I've kept you waiting, I just went to the barracks to deal with a little thing." Flender hurried past Art, came to the weapon rack, picked up a piece of linen to wipe his sword, and wiped the slimy blood on his hands.

Art stood up and saluted Flender, seeing that his chest and skirt were covered in splatters of blood.

"Cousin Flender, what are you?"

Flender threw the blood-stained linen onto the sword stand, pointed to the blood on the armor, and replied indifferently, "What about this?" This is the blood of a small bastard in my army, who was beheaded by me with a short knife because of a camp prostitute who provoked the soldiers to mutiny. These guys, as long as they don't fight, start causing trouble for me. Flender's tone was as cold as if he had just stepped on an ant on the door.

Art's heart moved slightly, but his face always remained absolutely calm, as if someone had heard someone mention that he had inadvertently trampled an ant to death.

Flender stared at Art's face for a full moment, then smiled and walked around the long table to sit down behind his desk.

"Art, are you satisfied with the sword that Anlid gave Sir Ron?"

"Thank you Cousin Flender for his good intentions, Ron was still frustrated, but he was very excited to receive Sir Henriard's sword, for which I express my heartfelt gratitude to you." Art had long known that it was Flender's petty ploy to buy people's hearts.

"Cousin Flender, I don't think you summoned me late at night for a knight's sword?" Art spoke first.

Flender laughed, and then his expression immediately became serious: "Art, you already know the historical origin of the Huger family, and you must also know my inheritance to the Count of Burgundy?" ”

"Yes." Assy head.

"Putting aside the past, you should know that the Marquis of Ivrea has only one son, and my succession should be after the son Robert?"

Art just nodded silently.

"Then do you think that Robert, the prince of the Count of Burgundy, was the concubine of the Marquis of Ivrea?"

"This~" Art didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't expect Flender's topic to start here.

However, Flender obviously did not intend to get an answer from Art, and he said directly: "Robert is indeed the sister-in-law of my marquis cousin. ”

Yat couldn't react a little, he got the news that the son was not a concubine, and combined with the fact that the marquis's wives were unable to have children, Yat also had reason to believe the rumors.

"I think you've heard a lot of things that the son of the world is not a descendant, and even you might believe it. But I devised this rumor, and I spent a lot of money on it. ”

"The Marquis himself must know about this, and you can't fool the Marquis and the Inner Court, and this kind of rumor can't fool a powerful person like Earl Balwin." Art questioned.

Flender didn't answer Yat's question directly, "I think you should know that Viscount Pierre, the magistrate of Tignets, was once the chief of the palace guard, so don't you wonder why a personal guard who followed the marquis at the age of twelve was sent to such a remote and poor place as Tignez?" Your marquis has more than one fiefdom. ”

Art hadn't really thought about it, and now that I think about it, it's really a bit abnormal.

"Because of a scandal at the court five years ago, one of the officers of the guard, whom Pierre, had just selected as the chief of the palace guard, climbed onto the bed of the marquise. Of course, the guard officer was secretly beheaded, and Pierre was gradually suspicious and snubbed by the marquis because of his lax majesty. ”

"You sent that guard officer?" Art heard the clue.

"That guard was just my rescue measure, and I lost a brave subordinate for it."

"Emergency?" Art was a little puzzled.

"There was a court physician in the court of Besançon, who was installed by my father. From the time Ivrrea had been married twelve years earlier, the physician had given him and the marquisees a special medicine that was not fatal, but would incapacitate people. If this continues, I will be able to inherit the title of Marquis, and I can afford to wait anyway. ”

"But five years ago the doctor told me that the new Marquise was pregnant with a child, and he was killed by Bernard, who found out. I've tried to poison people, but Bernard was too strong and I never succeeded. ”

"So you changed your strategy and immediately sent someone to seduce the Marquis, so that the Marquis became suspicious of the guy in the Madame's belly?"

Flender glanced at Art with a "you're smart" smile, "There was less than a month between the scandal and the Marquise's pregnancy, and I thought that Ivreia would definitely kill that "mongrel", but that cousin of mine actually didn't do it for a long time!" And Bernard's old thing also protects the little mongrel to death. ”

"Especially when Ivrea proposed the succession to the throne at the court meeting two years ago, I originally planned to take back what belonged to me gently, but he forced me to go crazy." There was a hint of sinister sinister in Flender's eyes.

Art was a little embarrassed when he heard it, he thought that Flender, who had always been kind to people, was so dark in his heart, "Did the Marquis start to be sick two years ago~"

"I'd like to kill him quickly, but the Inner Court guards him too tightly. He was seriously ill and bedridden and had nothing to do with me. However, I did not expect that he had invited me to Besson-san while he was ill, just to warn me not to think of the son of the world. ”

"How can I think otherwise, everything I want belongs to me, I just take back everything I have been taken away from."

After Flender finished speaking, he paused for a moment to calm his mind.

"Not many people know about these things, not even Balwin is aware of them. Art, today you know enough to make you die a thousand times. A cold smile appeared on Flender's face, and he looked straight at Art to stop making any sound.

Art's heart kept struggling, he didn't expect that he would actually stand with the real villain.

"Count Flender, what do you need me to do?" Art's answer was simple, whether he was a villain or not was not a question for him at all.