The sturdy figure took on a silver metallic sheen, the knight's sword cut through the ripples, and Prince Richard took the lead.

William Marshall, who had been waiting for a long time, also came up to the battle, and his elegant swordsmanship completely controlled the rhythm of the battle.

"The thrust isn't fast enough!"

"The horizontal split is not ruthless enough!"

As soon as the sword passed, a spark struck out of Richard's helmet with a piercing and high-pitched sound.

"It's not going to make it so easy for you to win!"

As the Duke of Aquitaine, Prince Richard has long been an experienced military nobleman.

Today's confrontation was only a small episode in his fighting career, and the prince responded calmly and calmly.

But playing against the most outstanding fighter in the world is really too difficult for Prince Richard.

Thirty breaths later, the Knight's Flower of England broke through the prince's defenses with a beautiful stab, and stole Richard's sword.

"You've lost again!"

The prince, who was paralyzed on the ground, was choked by his father's knight, and his sword was pointed at his eyes, unable to move.

"It's hard for you to go back and practice hard for so long!"

William Marshall tilted his head, smiled, and slowly let go of the prince and stepped aside.

As soon as he took off his helmet, sweat running down his forehead, Richard smiled helplessly.

It's not that he is too incompetent, but that his opponent is too strong.

England's Knight's Flower has a perfect record of winning one hundred and three.

If King Arthur was the legendary King of Eternity in ancient Britain.

Then William Marshall is the immortal god of war in the real world.

There was an endless stream of aristocratic knights from the continent who came to challenge William Marshall.

But no one has ever been able to please this man.

Let's put it this way, this man has only suffered one defeat in his life, and yet he is so glorious.

It crisscrosses the battlefield, is glorious, invincible, and unstoppable.

He was William Marshall, the object of worship of all the knights of the Middle Ages.

A living legend!

"William!"

"To be honest, I didn't expect my father to send you!"

The prince leaned on the pillar with his back to give himself a comfortable place to rest, and tilted his head to watch at the defeat of his powerful enemy.

"What you didn't expect is that your chief of guard has already surrendered to His Majesty!"

"What you didn't expect is that your swordsmanship is still so poor!"

If others dared to laugh at the future Lionheart, Richard would not mind letting him see the mastery of the Prince of England.

But the person on the other side can't, one-on-one, in the case of one-on-one, all over the continent, there are only a handful of people who can defeat this man.

"Are you going to take me back to London?"

"No!"

"Of course not!"

"Your father, the great King Anjevin, simply ordered me to protect you, to protect his disobedient son."

The royal minister knelt on one knee and performed a standard knightly etiquette, with his head slightly bowed to represent submission.

"As long as you do not betray your father, your family, your kingdom, I will serve you until I die in battle."

"Of course, I'll have to rely on you to pay for it in the future!"

"Well, of course!"

Thousands of turns, it turned out to be a surprise for Richard.

If this is true, a little money is nothing, and the best knights on the continent are the strength he needs.

King Henry II weighed the pros and cons and must have considered that the power of the three brothers was too strong.

And the sons were indignant at Queen Eleanor's confinement.

If the three princes joined forces to start a rebellion again, it would certainly be too powerful to subdue.

Although the queen was transferred many times, the place of detention was changed frequently to avoid being discovered by the three sons.

But in the long run, things can still change, and Eleanor will affect the current balance.

When the news came that Richard had decided to go to the Holy Land to develop his power, King Henry immediately made a decision.

Send troops to take over Aquitaine, and have William Marshall accompany the prince to the Holy Land.

It's both protection and surveillance.

Do this, killing two birds with one stone!

One of the three brothers, Prince Henry Jr. and Prince Jeffrey joining forces will no longer pose too much danger to the king.

And if Prince Richard can really inherit the kingdom of Jerusalem, then the main branch of the Anjou family will definitely be more prosperous.

William Marshall quietly said everything he knew, and then held out his hand to the prince.

"Your Highness!"

"I'm the only one on this trip!"

"Lying on the ground for too long will cost you face!"

"Whew!"

Prince Richard grabbed William's large hand and stood up.

"William!"

"Welcome to my expeditionary force!"

"You've joined a legend!"

The old enemies on the battlefield, they are also the most tacit friends, and they have been friends for a long time.

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The outer harbor of Bordeaux, a huge fleet of ships of the Combined Fleet floats on the sea.

The calm of the open sea, the seagulls are flying, shuttling between the white clouds.

Peel off the windshield canvas from the cabin, revealing a whole box of ordnance, all of which are the finest armor made by the Kingdom of France.

"These weapons can arm an army of five thousand men, and a knight of three hundred!"

Looking at the Duke's treasures with interest, Richard's new subordinate William Marshall commented on the combat power that the prince could mobilize.

The accompanying envoy of the Eastern Empire, Licinius, was observing the superintendent of the imperial horse next to the prince.

No, not a courtier of the King of England, but Lord Marshall, the new chief of guard of the Duke of Aquitaine.

The two French princesses in the back were accompanied by the royal guards sent by King Philip.

The Genoese sailors and Aquitaine sailors in the fleet were energetic young men, and something could go wrong if they didn't keep it together.

The older princess Alice stood on the side of the ship and observed the changes in the open sea.

Born in the royal family and raised in the court, he was not used to the bumpy sea breeze at first, but now he is used to it.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Princess Agnes took the lead in saluting, full of the grace and luxury of the royal family, which made Licinius nod frequently.

The Romans, or Greeks, of this era had extreme contempt for the peoples of other peoples.

Whether it was the Franks of the West who were also Christians, or the Seljuks who were nomadic in the East, the level of force did not strengthen their weight in the hearts of the Romans.

Therefore, the marriage between the royal family of the Eastern Empire and the French royal family was not popular.

A barbarian queen, Licinius clearly knows what the people of the imperial capital are thinking.

How could a rude and impudent barbarian become a Roman monarch!

But now the eunuch felt that he could put his mind at ease.

Princess Agnes's performance in these few days of contact was very outstanding, and won unanimous praise from the imperial envoys.

Every Imperial Barcelisa represents the dignity of the royal family, which cannot be neglected in the slightest.

Princess Agnes deserves the honor of standing side by side with the Roman Emperor.