At this moment, behind the door of the small hall on the east side of the courtyard of the Fountain Abbey, there was a young man, John Neville, and two guards armed with half-swords and longbows. The two adults and a teenager did not dare to relax their tense nerves for a moment, and the six eyes stared motionlessly at their female commander standing in the courtyard outside the door.

"Godmother, why haven't you given the order yet? The smell of this barbecue was so fragrant that I was so hungry. Young John seemed to have heard his hungry stomach growling. Holding the wooden door with both hands, I tried to look out through the gap between the two wooden doors, and as I looked, I couldn't help but smell the smell of barbecue coming from the south side of the garden.

Isabel, who was standing in the courtyard, couldn't stand the lure of the scent, but she didn't want to rob unscrupulously in front of many guards, godsons, and several homeless people from the other side of the courtyard. Glancing at the huge leg of the cow on the grill, he raised his chin at the man with a rough voice, "Hey, can you give me some beef?" ”

The rough-voiced man laughed when he heard this, then turned his head to look at the dozen or so companions behind him, and laughed when he turned his head again, "Hahaha... I'd love to know who you are. When I figure this out, I'll decide whether or not to sell you some beef. ”

"Really? Let's make a bet that if I win I'll tell you who I am and give me some beef. ”

"Bet?! Good idea, what if I win? ”

"Well, you won? It's impossible. You know, the people I bet on never beat me. ”

The rough-voiced man suddenly became interested in such an arrogant Isabel, bit down on the last small piece of beef on the dagger and chewed it and nodded, "Woman, you are very powerful." Say, how to bet? ”

Isabel took two steps back and forth in place, the corners of her mouth crooked, and a sneer on her face, "Bet on who can kill the other party first!" ”

The rough-voiced man was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the woman in front of him was also a thief who made a living from looting. Since he is a thief, how can he have so much money to buy weapons, clothes, boots and cuirass? The man thought about it and grinned, "Woman, it's a pity to kill you. As long as you join us and live with me, I can give you whatever you want, how about it? ”

"Join you? No, you can't beat me at all, and joining you will only make me die faster. ”

"Well, I've never seen a woman like you. I'm interested in how to defeat you and capture you alive. ”

"I'm also interested to see you lose a bet to me."

For a moment, neither side said anything more, just looked at each other quietly. At this time, William, who was hiding behind the cloister door with the six guards, felt that the palms of his half-sword were full of sweat, and he was afraid that he would accidentally slam the door open and rush out. Standing by the door, Isabel stared at the outside, "Brothers, it's coming, Your Excellency is about to let us rush in." ”

Baldwin, who was standing across from him, raised his chin curiously, "What's going on inside, why can't I hear anything?" ”

"Your Excellency and that bastard didn't speak, just... Stand there. ”

"Standing there? What does that mean? ”

"I don't know, I swear to God."

The rough-voiced man also sneered, squinting at the two men with longbows, "Tell me, what part of a woman's body can your arrows hit before they can heal her immediately?" ”

One of the younger men stood up and smirked as he drew one of the arrows pinned horizontally to his waist and placed it on the bowstring, "Leader, I've never seen anyone survive my arrows. ”

"Oh, I almost forgot about it. Now, I want to take a look. As soon as the leader finished speaking, the young man slowly raised his longbow and drew the string, aiming the arrow on the string at Isabel......

"Damn it, Baldwin, there's a longbowman on the other side who is aiming at you!" William Parr can't wait to rush out to rescue his female commander.

"Let me see." Baldwin brought his eyes to the crack in the door, "My God, that bastard has aimed an arrow at Your Excellency. ”

"Baldwin, what to do? Shall we rush in and rescue Your Excellency at once? ”

"Wait, I don't see your lordship giving the order to attack."

William gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely, "If you don't go out, Your Excellency will die." ”

The man called the collar laughed wildly at Isabelle, "Woman, did you hear that? You're going to die at the hands of this boy of mine. ”

Isabel stood still motionless and nodded, "Well, I think you've acquiesced to the start of the game. ”

Just listen to "Whoosh...!" With a thud, a lightning-fast arrow flew high into Isabelle's neck. When the arrow was about to hit her, her body flashed sharply to the right, dodging the arrow that would take her life.

Just when the opposing longbowman felt incredulous, Isabel performed a series of movements: she pulled a heavy arrow from the quiver on her back, put on the bowstring, pulled the bowstring, and shot at her target without blinking.

"Poof...!" With a single thud, a heavy arrow struck the young longbowman in the left chest with unmistakable accuracy. The longbowman didn't even have a chance to snort, and he was knocked to the ground by the initial weight of the arrow, and slowly a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were very wide open.

Everyone present was stunned by the arrow. A middle-aged longbowman sitting on the grass glared at the corpse in disbelief, "My son, my son!!" He pulled an arrow from his waist and drew his bow with an arrow, only to hear the man in a rough voice say, "Wait." ”

As the rough-voiced man turned his gaze to the two young men on the other side, the two young men threw two throwing axes at their enemies almost at the same time. I saw two throwing axes spinning and flying at a height of 36o degrees in mid-air, trying to slash the sharp blades of the axes at the enemy.

Isabel watched as the two throwing axes spun and flew over, and suddenly crouched down and made a forward roll. When she stood up from the ground, she knelt on one leg and drew two heavy arrows without hesitation, and shot two arrows at the same time with her arrow......

As the two young men who threw axes fell to the ground with arrows in the chest, the rough-voiced man threw away the dagger like a berserker, drew a war hammer with a long, sharp pickaxe at his waist, and howled madly at Isabel who had killed him three in a row.

The rough-voiced man ran very fast and rushed in front of Isabel's eyes. Raising the hammer in his hand, he aimed the sharp pickaxe at her head and smashed it down.

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