Young John Neville's ears were filled with the laughter and chatter of the onlookers, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of fog. I wiped my eyes back and forth with the back of my hand, but I still couldn't see the people around me. The young man standing in the distance was only a hazy figure.

His small breasts were getting bigger and bigger, and he felt his temper getting more and more uncontrollable. I was so angry that I just wanted to rush up and kick the young man's ass a few times. Ignoring the blindness, he cried out loudly, "I'm not a longbowman. I'm not just carrying a tomahawk, I'm also a throwing axe! ”

"God willing, John, I can still see you!" A distant, heavenly voice came from the crowd on the left, and for a moment John thought it was so good that he felt as if he had never heard it before. Unconsciously, a magical force hidden in the sound seemed to attract his gaze, causing him to involuntarily shift his gaze to the direction in which the sound was made.

At this moment, he felt that his eyes lit up, and suddenly a circle of intense white light appeared in all directions. A heroic female figure dressed in white full-body plate armor, holding a spear with a huge spear flag hanging from the circle, walked out of the circle with her head held high, "Joan of Arc! ”

John suspected that he was seeing Joan of Arc, the heroine of France's famous and victorious England many times. To make sure it was Joan of Arc, he slowly let go of the handle of the throwing axe he was holding, and slowly raised his little hand to wipe his eyes.

This time, however, he saw a completely different figure. He could hardly believe that his eyes were actually seeing Jesus Christ, and he opened his mouth in astonishment and glared at the other person, "My God, this is... This is the Son of God! Believe that He will not perish, but the Messiah (Christ) with eternal life! ”

When he was stunned, the "savior" with his right hand and left hand on his chest came to him with a benevolent smile. John looked at the "Savior" in a daze, swallowed his saliva and was about to say something. However, the "savior" knelt on one leg and grabbed his arms and shook them back and forth a few times, "John, John, what are you doing?" What's wrong with you? ”

John, who had been shaken a few times, began to clear his mind a little. He wiped his eyes again, looked at the face of the "savior" carefully, and quickly exclaimed excitedly, "I'm sorry, godmother, I... I ......" Before he could finish speaking, John began to sobb quietly.

Isabel Walton could tell at a glance from his immature face that the 12-year-old was feeling at the moment. Still on one leg on the ground, he looked at him with a smile, "John, it's okay. You are a boy, be brave and face everything! ”

"Godmother, I will, please forgive my sins as I forgive others. Don't let me fall into temptation, save me from evil. ”

"John, God hears your prayers, and you can pray to God again at the next Sunday Mass." Seeing that he was somewhat confused in reciting the prayer to Jesus Christ, Isabel comforted him with tolerance.

John nodded and suddenly remembered the duel that was about to start, did not dare to look Isabel in the eyes, and whispered, "Godmother, I accepted that man's request for a duel against me!" I know that you forbid me to engage in duels with others, but ......"

Isabel stood up and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, "I see." Okay, stay with my guards, and don't come without my orders. ”

All this that the two did fell into the eyes of the onlookers, and some even began to whisper that the two might be a mother-son relationship. And the young man probably rarely saw a young woman dressed in masculinity, and watched in amazement at the family relationship between the two.

After seeing John stand with the four guards, Isabel turned her face to look at the young man in reassurance. However, just as she wanted to speak, she found that the other party's face seemed to have been seen somewhere. No, he had a similar appearance to someone he knew. For a moment, she just wanted to end this duel as soon as possible, and looked at the other party calmly: "Hey, you, do you want to duel with this child?" ”

Wearing dark brown riding boots, black leggings, a stiff black hard cloth waist-length bandeau bodysuit, a white silk long-sleeved shirt underneath, and a dark brown shoulder-length straight hair draped over his shoulders, the young man immediately became interested in Isabelle, who was dressed as an aristocratic lady.

Not only that, but he also saw that the other party was wearing a short sword on each side of his waist. No, it should be said that it is a somewhat special short sword, which at first glance somewhat resembles a Roman sword. However, the chappel's cross-checked handguards, handles, and counterweight balls at the end of the dagger were not the style of the Roman sword. The young man thought for a long time, and for a moment he couldn't tell what kind of dagger it was.

"Yes, you are... Who is this child? The young man steadied himself and responded calmly.

"I'm the godmother of this child, why are you going to duel with this child?"

"Godmother? Are the parents of this child dead? The young man muttered, but still replied, "Because he offended me, and I am not satisfied with his apology." ”

Isabel was not surprised by such a duel reason and nodded, "Well, as the godmother of this child, I agree to accept this duel. ”

Later, he added: "My godson is still a child, so I will duel with you as his dueling agent, do you have no opinion?" ”

Ever since Isabel appeared here, the young man had been suspicious of the purpose of her appearance. Now it seems that he really came to fight him in a duel, "Agent, I have no opinion. ”

"So, let's get started now."

Wait, don't you need witnesses? If you duel with me, do you still have to exercise the right of a woman to dueling? ”

"These people here can be Witnesses." Isabel glanced at the people around her as she drew her two daggers, "Also, I give up my right to participate in duels as a woman. ”

By this time, the young man had developed a hint of admiration for Isabel. He didn't want to kill Isabel or be killed by the other party, so he hurriedly shouted: "No, I still need a real witness." ”

Sir Herbert, who had already arrived at the duel with several guards, immediately walked into the arena and glanced at a man and a woman standing on the left and right sides, "I am Sir Herbert Frederick, the chief of the guard of Darlington, and I am here today to be a witness to this duel. ”