Red Sword's speech was concise, straightforward, and typical. There was no hypocritical opening remarks, no pale and weak truth, Marquis Aydin spoke his selfishness in the council hall in such a grand manner, as crisp as a quick knife inserted into the table, the blade of the knife swinged, and there was a loud sound. The Marquis of Siggimond was expressionless, and the muscles between his brows twitched slightly, as if he were the table. Of course, he could hear the meaning of Marquis Aydin's words: Your daughter's life and death are in my hands. But Sigimund couldn't do anything, he didn't want his daughter to be killed on the guillotine, and he didn't want her to marry the man-bear who looked as bad as his character. But King Vidis would not be on his side—the king of Fields would not be on anyone's side, and he would judge according to the laws of Fields and then make changes with reference to the lord's opinion. And according to Fieldsway's law, Mary's army was drunk and derelict in his duties, and he should be beheaded!

Standing behind the Marquis of Aydin, Rugby Bjorn smiled merrily, grinning and revealing a crooked yellow tooth: "Marys! To marry or not to marry, give a happy word! He shouted so loudly that a few stars splashed on his father's shoulder. Marquis Aydin turned his head with an elbow: "When will it be your turn to speak here?" He turned his head and said in a somewhat calm tone: "Marys, marry or not, give me a happy word." ”

Ragbjor clutched his stomach and retreated behind the Marquis of Airy, not daring to provoke his father. As early as the rebellious period of his youth, he paid a heavy price for blowing his beard and glaring at the Marquis of Aden: when the two had an argument over a trivial matter at the head of the city of Wallombre, Ragbjörg was young and strong, and used his throat instead of reason to overpower the Marquis of Aden, and the soldiers who were on duty at the head of the city at that time could only hear the incomprehensible shouting of the Great Bear. And the Marquis of Edin, who was not yet old at the time, was too lazy to argue with his son, so he directly grabbed Rugbjer's messy hair and slammed his head on the battlements. The tall Rugby Bjorn had no power to fight back, and if he hadn't begged for mercy quickly, the Red Sword would probably have smashed his only son's head like a coconut—this was not an exaggerated rhetoric, but the Marquis of Aydin's exact words that night, when he had only drunk a small bowl of wine, and his eyes were coldly squinting at Ragbjor, there was no father's sternness in it, only an old cat looking at the prey that he had deliberately let go. A cold sweat ran down Rugbyjo's spine into the gluteal cleft, and from then on he never dared to disobey his father.

Maryse bit her lower lip silently, the blood on her face fading like a tide, leaving only the pale seabed, and she could feel her teeth biting something, and the sweet smell of bitterness diffused in her mouth. She took a deep breath, a flash of determination in her eyes, and sent the tip of her tongue out of her teeth. The Marquis of Sigimond could not see Mary's small movements, but he understood his daughter's eyes, his face changed, and just as he wanted to get up, a young voice sounded hesitantly:

"Excuse me, am I going to marry Rugbjern too?"

It was Hercules, who stood in front of Maryse, carefully raised his hand, and asked an almost idiotic question. But the slightly solemn atmosphere was brutally broken by him, and everyone glared at Hercules in astonishment, only the leader of the "fast horse" Bjorn smiled knowingly.

Marquis Aydin frowned: "Hercules, what do you mean?" ”

"According to Fieldsway's law, I should be within the scope of the execution, and Miss Maryse must not be punished alone, and I should be out of the way, right?" Hercules said, "I can make Rugbjor smaller." ”

The Marquis of Aydin did not reply, and he looked at Hercules thoughtfully, as if trying to discern the true intention of concealment from his inconsequential statement. Seeing that good things were disturbed, Rugbjor, who was angry in his heart, jumped out again: "Hercules, when will it be your turn to speak here?" I don't care about you! ”

"Ono, the lord is meeting in the council chamber, what's the matter with you?" Marquis Airy slapped the armrest of his chair hard, "Get out!" ”

"Lord Marquis," Hercules' face remained unchanged, "and I feel that I have a great deal to do with this matter, both in public and private. Yu Gong, I am Miss Mary's lieutenant, and I am also responsible for the burning of grain and grass; Yu private," his face suddenly surged with a red fiery cloud:

"I am Miss Maise's suitor."

……

There was a deathly silence in the chamber, and everyone's breath paused for a beat.

Hercules was a suitor of Maise?

The super-first-class warriors of the West Coast are the suitors of the Marquis of Siggimond's jewel?

When was this?

"When?" Rugbjerau was almost yelling.

Hercules looked at him and smiled, "It always has been." ”

"How did I not know?" Rugbjerau's eyes almost popped out, he snorted and gasped, and the body hair on the back of his hand exploded like a steel needle standing upright.

Hercules didn't bother to talk to him, just silently looked at the Marquis of Adin. An old man and a young man conveyed their will through their eyes, their eyes handed, wrestled, and fought in mid-air, and invisible sparks splashed everywhere in the air.

"Okay, I see." Marquis Adin's gaze was cold, "Then let's execute Marith." ”

"Then I will die with Miss Mary." Hercules calmly unleashed his killer move.