After thirteen rounds, Ernst finally couldn't resist the violent attack of Archduke Ferdinand and was defeated, but although he was defeated, he was still glorious! Archduke Ferdinand was one of the best fencing masters in the court, and it was rare for Ernst to be able to hold out for thirteen rounds.

Bang Bang Bang!

When the applause came, Archduke Ferdinand smiled and thanked him, Ernst was a little down, and Emperor Franz didn't know when he came to his side, patted Ernst on the shoulder and said, "Very good, Ferdinand, you are not as good as you at your age." ”

Emperor Franz had a very kind feeling in his eyes, but Ernst had a very kind feeling, but that feeling soon disappeared, and he nodded politely in response.

Emperor Franz naturally saw all the changes in Ernst, and sighed in his heart, he understood that Ernst was still misunderstanding him and his attitude towards Archduke Ferdinand's family.

Many times, even the emperor can't help himself! This was Emperor Franz's helplessness at this time, but he would not explain it, because he was the emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and one of the absolute masters of Europe.

Back in his courtyard, Ernst was hungry for fencing, and under the surprised gaze of Mysimilian and the Sophie lord, Ernst ate enough food for two, and Mysimilian opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he chose to keep silent.

Because there was something else to do today, Ernst left the table after breakfast, and Messirian wanted to follow but was stopped by Archduke Ferdinand, seeing this appearance, the Sophie lord remembered the mystery of Archduke Ferdinand and Ernst last night, and couldn't help but understand something.

Lord Sophie was a clever girl, and she saw the situation at the court more clearly, and she knew very well that Ernst was different from her and Misimilian, and that the future of Ernst would be far more bumpy and rugged than theirs.

Last night, the two of them were mysterious, and they understood that this was a gift that Archduke Ferdinand had privately prepared to give to Ernst to ensure that Ernst's future path would be smoother, so she glanced at the direction in which Mysimilian was taken away by Archduke Ferdinand, and it was rare not to follow Ernst with curiosity.

"Butler Renner!"

In Leon's butler's room, Lenner's butler, who was busy with his work, saw Ernst hurrying to stand up, but was stopped.

Stopping was stopped, but in the end Steward Lenner stood up, for it was not a matter of honor to speak to his master so that his master stood and his servant sit.

"Daddy has ...... things"

"His Royal Highness the Grand Duke has already said that His Royal Highness the Prince is going to go at this time?"

Ensitic nodded, this kind of thing is naturally better this morning, and now you can't go to the territory for the time being, so it's also a good choice to let some people play the front station first.

Professionally, they are undoubtedly good hands, and loyal...... Archduke Ferdinand was not a good man, and although he did not understand why he was so reassuring of these people, Ernst undoubtedly believed in Archduke Ferdinand, and therefore he had no worries about their loyalty.

"And we'll leave now?"

Tentatively asked, Ernst nodded without hesitation, and Lenner said no more, and made an inviting gesture and walked out of the room with Ernst to arrange the carriage, while Ernst went to the front door.

Talo Balbo and Kurt were going to follow, but Ernst still refused the offer, and he didn't even say anything about the prisoners.

On the carriage, Lenner suddenly handed over a small book, looked at Ernst's somewhat puzzled gaze, Lenner explained: "This is their specific information, His Royal Highness the Prince should take a look at it first, and it may be useful later." ”

Leonner's words made Ernst's face blush, his little white nature had just been revealed, but how could he know Leonner's inner evaluation?

Ernst himself thinks that he is a well-deserved little white, but in the eyes of Leonner it is not so, if Ernst really does everything is the real demon, and even now Leonner's butler is very surprised, because it is difficult for him to imagine a six-year-old child after his own slight reminder to understand what he wants to say.

Genius is genius, but many things are not something that genius can do, experience and life perception are indispensable, which is why Lenner's butler was surprised.

Of course, none of these things had anything to do with Ernst at this time, and when he opened the notebook, Ernst checked the hands he needed in the future.

At the top of the list was the only Indian, whose name was long and about twenty or so, but in some ways gave Ernst a simple idea of his life.

An Indian's name is almost a living file, and you can tell whether an Indian is a fighter, a liar or a coward.

The Indians have three names in their lives, the first of which is a milk name: for example, when the midwife is born, she will go down to the river to get some water to bathe the baby, and if she comes back and says that she heard a wolf howling on the other side of the river, the baby's mother will say, "Well, our baby will be called the wolf howling in the middle of the night!" ”

Each Indian had to keep his name until he could earn a name for himself. However, his friends will also give him a name, no matter what his parents call him, and his childhood friends love to use their names, which are not usually flattering to him, such as "bent legs", "mad dog", etc.

Sometimes, a lad has a very apt name, and it is difficult for him to get rid of it, and if he does not win a good name in a later fight, a nickname such as "Crooked Legs" will keep him enjoying for the rest of his life.

The official name of an Indian is given after the first time they are able to fight the enemy, and the name of an Indian for life depends on how well he has fought the enemy in the first battle. After returning from the battle, all the people gathered together to participate in the ceremony of the leader giving him the name of the clan.

If he wins, he will be given a good name, you can call him "Twin Spear General", "Six Killer", "Fierce Spear General", or "Race Hero", otherwise, people will call him "Bad Seed", "Coward", or "Smoke Lady". An Indian has many opportunities to improve his reputation, and if he is brave in a recent battle, he will get a better name, and some fighters have as many as twelve names, and each one is louder than the other.

All the names of an individual Indian belong only to him throughout his life, and are not to be reused by others, not even by himself, because they are given by the tribe and not by the family. Therefore, no one was allowed to transfer his name unless the chief and the prince asked him to do so.

Sometimes, an Indian is instructed to pass on his name to his accomplished sons. Misappropriation of their father's name is the highest honor for sons, and sons often have to "earn" their own names. Because of this, an older Indian would never say his name to you, and he would turn to a third person and nod his head for him to speak. They were too modest to mention their exploits in battle, and they never flaunted their bravery by mentioning their names in public, and their names were as conspicuous as the medals of white soldiers. (Baidu excerpts, but not to make up the word count.) ）

This was Ernst's understanding of the name of the Indian, and the Indian he saw now......

It's strange, it's really strange, it shows that the first half of his life was almost ordinary, and even the title of coward, but from the fifth name his life seems to be strong.

The name of the Lord on his file is Kuipa, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that his sixth name is Twenty-Three Slash, the seventh is the Bloody Hand Butcher, the eighth is the Demon King of Hell, and the ninth name is ......

These are the results of translation, of course, and Ernst is not sure what the exact names are, but this is probably what they mean - a dozen or so names that are quite fierce and bloody (except for the first five prosaic and normal).

Looking at the names one by one, Ernst was looking forward to meeting the Indian with a great story, which, according to the description in the notebook, could speak several languages, and it was not a problem to speak alone.