Hatton's big faint laugh rang in his ears, followed by a hurried whisper, then a burst of laughter that seemed to be suppressed.

Alexander slowly opened his eyes a little dazed, the back of his head still hurt a little, and he raised his hand to touch it, and he felt a bulging bag.

Actually knocked unconscious, Alexander groaned as he touched the lump on the back of his head, and then he saw two figures appear in front of him.

An unusually beautiful blonde hair swayed slightly in the sun, as if scattered with a little light rippled in front of his eyes, the blue eyes with the bridge of the nose were full of impressive three-dimensionality, and the two pieces were upturned, as if it was difficult to hide the naughty lips but made this face reveal indescribable living waves and jumps.

This is a very young girl, an elf who can feel youthful at a glance.

"Oh, you're awake, I thought I killed you."

The girl seemed relieved to see Alexander wake up, but judging from the expression on her face, it was clear that she was not as nervous as she said.

"This ...... Who came, actually let a girl knock unconscious, I can only say that I really watched a good show today. ”

There was a slightly teasing voice from the side, and Alexander turned his head to see a young man of his age standing on the other side.

The young man was good-looking, tall and tall, with his long, slightly unkempt hair casually dissolved, but what caught Alexander's attention was a very striking badge on the hilt of his saber hanging from his belt.

It was the coat of arms of the royal family of Naples.

"My lord, if you were attacked unsuspectingly, you wouldn't be much better off than me."

Alexander sat up slowly, he felt a little unlucky today, he actually let a little girl faint, probably this kind of thing to anyone will only be ridiculed, although he himself knows very well that just now it was just because the other party happened to hit his head on the pillar behind him.

But if you look closely, this girl is really a little girl.

He looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and he is younger than his actual age because of his slender stature.

If Sophia stands with her, she will look more mature in terms of figure alone.

The thought of Sophia made Alexander's heart ache.

This made his mood turn bad all at once.

"I'm sorry, I hope you're not seriously hurt." Although the girl said sorry words, she didn't care very much, she was more often smiling at the young man, and even when she apologized, she kept looking at him.

"It's nothing, I just hope you won't be so reckless in the future," Alexander's tone was a little stiff because he was in a bad mood, he didn't want to entangle with these two anymore, grabbed the hat he had thrown on the ground and prepared to leave.

His indifferent attitude somewhat aroused the girl's dissatisfaction, and her face, which had been smiling, slowly sank, and looked at Alexander and said in a slightly unhappy tone: "Your strength does not seem to be large, it seems that I have to formally apologize." ”

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt slightly, stood up straight, and said with a solemn demeanor that did not match her youth: "Please accept my ......"

"Don't do that, Shosha."

The young man shouted to stop him, then took two steps forward and looked at Alexander dissatisfiedly: "Although I don't know who you are, it is really undeserved to force a noble woman to apologize, I hope you can express your due apology." ”

Alexander frowned, the coat of arms on his sword letting him know that the young man was supposed to be a member of the royal family of Naples, but the man's commanding attitude made him unhappy.

It was he who was knocked unconscious, but apparently to curry favor, this person actually let him go and asked him to apologize, which made Alexander feel that this was no longer unreasonable, but simply messing around.

"Forget Alfred, it's not a big deal," said the girl, curling her lips and shaking her head, still smiling at the young man, "This guest has come from afar, and we should not be rude to outsiders." ”

"It's Jisha," said the young man with a smile to the girl, but the smile on his face disappeared as soon as he turned his face, "In that case, please leave, but I hope you don't get into any more trouble." ”

Hearing this obvious threat, Alexander's brow furrowed again, although he didn't care that the other party was making trouble for him, after all, he was an envoy of Sicily, but the thought that the other party might be a member of the royal family of Naples made him think that things were really bad.

But because of this, the pace of his original preparation to leave stopped.

Alexander turned to face the young man, he looked at the other man's hand because he stopped and couldn't help holding the hilt of the sword, then looked at the young man's face and said: "Your words have made me change my mind, and I now want this lady to formally apologize to me." ”

"What did you say?" The young man asked in amazement, he didn't seem to understand at first, and then he reacted with an angry expression, "You actually made such an unreasonable request, do you know who you are talking to?" ”

"Do you know who you're talking to" means "Do you know who I am?" ”。

Just think about the lines of this kind of rotten street throughout the ages, but they are still used endlessly by countless people, Alexander has the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know who you were," Alexander deliberately did not look at the shield that the other party deliberately exposed in front of him, but also held the hilt of the sword at his waist, "I just want to get a well-deserved apology." ”

The young man's face first showed anger and then a hint of excitement, he didn't expect this stranger to dare to challenge him so much, but it also made him even happier.

The hand that originally held the hilt of the sword had changed hands, and the young man comfortably stroked the hilt of the sword, which had been rubbed countless times, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this man's movements, Alexander couldn't help but cry out bitterly in his heart.

Even the layman could see that this was a man who often dealt with swords.

It was a hard feeling to decipher, and even though he was just holding the hilt of his sword, Alexander could feel something unsettling about the other.

Just like the feeling when watching Count Mordillo show off his sword skills before, this YMCA is not the kind of trick to seduce women, but a means to really kill people.

Is this what it means to kick to the iron plate? While pondering, Alexander reluctantly drew his sword, at this time he could not retreat, it was not about face, but when he saw the other party's coat of arms, he had already decided.

"I'm Alfred de Aragon, Count of Lyon, and I ask you ......?"

"De Aragorn?" Although he had been prepared, Alexander frowned and asked, "Are you a member of the royal family of Naples?" ”

"My father is Frederick de Aragon, Duke of Lyon." Youth pride proclaims loudly.

Alexander looked at the young man in surprise, although he knew that he was a member of the royal family, he never thought that he would be the son of the royal uncle Frederick.

Seeing Alexander's surprised look, the young man smirked, he knew that this conflict should not happen, although this disappointed him somewhat, but he still couldn't help but glance at the blonde girl next to him proudly.

"Duke Frederick's son," Alexander shook his head helplessly, and then slowly drew his sword in the young earl's smug smile, "I am Alexandre Juliant Cambrai, an emissary sent by the Kingdom of Sicily. ”

The smile on Earl Lyne's face couldn't help but froze, he looked at Alexander, who had already drawn his sword, and for a moment he didn't know if it was because of the bravery of the other party or because of his identity.

"Are you going to duel for me?" The girl asked, tilting her little head slightly, her hands clasped together, a strange expression on her face that she didn't know whether it was excitement or something, and her blonde hair fluttered in the sunlight with the movement of her head, bringing strings of shining golden light.

"I will do anything for you, Josa Valéli Cosenza, as long as I can see your smile," the young man said, drawing his sword, and he smiled at Alexander, "I must admit that we have no grudges, but now I want to challenge you." ”

The meaning of those words is to laugh at the Pomeranians by stepping on you.

The story is old-fashioned, but it's useful, especially when this man is a prince and is confident in his swordsmanship.

Alexander secretly thought to himself, of course he knew what this prince was thinking, but the nervousness just now because he saw that the other party seemed to be good at swordsmanship disappeared inexplicably.

For the rest, there is only the same inexplicable, indescribable excitement.

When he felt some pain in his fingers from clenching the hilt of his sword too tightly, Alexander couldn't help but think of a man's teaching.

"Don't be so stiff or you won't be able to react flexibly."

"Look at the tip of the other party's sword, remember that there is the most dangerous place, and no other place can hurt you, at most it will leave a scar on your beautiful face."

"What are you doing, you are playing with the enemy, not flirting with a woman, are you looking for death with such fancy steps under your feet!"

"I can't believe how you can be so stupid, if it's on the battlefield like you, I can fight ten."

Bochum's voice echoed in Alexander's ears, and he remembered the time when he was taught the skills of the mercenary captain in Sicily, and he remembered the men's mean but unusually strict training.

The two swords touched lightly, and Alexander slowly took two steps back, staring at the tip of the other's sword seriously, as Bochum had taught.

Alfred de Aragon did not retreat as the rules of the duel did, he stood still, his sword firmly pointed at Alexander opposite.

"If you apologize to Miss Cosenza now, I can no longer pursue the matter," said the young prince firmly, but instead of waiting for Alexander's reply, he then swung his sword and stabbed forward, "In that case, let me fight for the dignity of the young lady." ”

The prince's actions made Alexander want to curse, he knew that Alfred didn't really want to listen to his answer at all, even if he regretted it at this time, and it was obvious that the prince wanted to defeat him in front of the Miss Cosenza.

The blade of the sword pierced through the warm air and struck directly, and Alexander quickly retreated under his feet, while his body was slightly bent, and his hands holding the sword swung vigorously.

The crisp clash of swords rang out, and Alfred swung his sword again, mercilessly stabbing Alexander in the chest.

At this moment, the girl's mouth opened slightly, as if to stop it, but then fell silent again.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the two of them, her feet moving slowly with their movements.

Picking at the stabbing sword again, beads of sweat on the tip of Alexander's nose slid down and dripped down the sword from tension and force.

It was the first time he had actually faced an opponent, and unlike the previous scuffles with those sailors on the ship, he couldn't run away from it, he could only face it.

Another sword, Alfred showed no mercy, his sharp blade passed under the sword that Alexander was blocking in front of him, and the long sword hung a fragment of clothing that pierced directly through the short piece of Alexander's coat attached to his shoulder.

His body lunged forward with the force and crashed into Alexander!

The corners of Alfred's mouth twitched slightly, he had already seen victory.

Then he saw his opponent suddenly raise his left hand and grab the sword that had been framed by his arm.

With the hilt of the sword in one hand and the blade of the sword in the other, Alexander's two arms quickly twisted the long sword on Alfred's arm, and the sudden torque made the prince no longer able to hold the sword in his hand.

With a scream, Alfred's saber flew out of his hand!

Blood flowed down the slanted blade from the palm of the sword's hand, across the blade, at the tip of the sword, and then dripped down Alfred's terrified face.

The blonde girl's hands were clasped tightly together and she watched the scene in disbelief.

"Stop!"

An anxious woman's voice rang out, and with a shout, a noblewoman in a long dress and with the same shiny blond hair as the girl hurried from the far end of the corridor.

She rushed over with an anxious face, first stretched out her hands and held the girl's face tightly, and asked eagerly: "My daughter, are you not injured?" ”

When it was confirmed that the girl was indeed fine, the lady who suddenly appeared turned to look at Alexander, who was still pointing at Alfred with the tip of her sword, and said in an anxious tone: "I am George Anne Cosenza, Countess of Cosenza, please release the Count immediately." ”

"What?"

Alexander was stunned, and he looked back at the girl who seemed to be bathed in the sun, and his mind was a little confused.

George Anne, that's not his "mom"?

Isn't the girl who caused him to fight with this prince his "sister"?

Alexander, who figured this out, was really a little confused.