"Cluck"! The armrest of the seat beneath the Marquis of Aydin was crushed by his pinch, and sawdust fell from between his fingers. He narrowed his eyes, and a gloomy anger poured out of the gap in his eyelids. Marquis Airy was impatiently about getting up and roaring at Hercules, but when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Marquis Aydin's face, there was a trace of uncontrollable fear in his eyes, and he quietly moved his chair away from his brother.

"Hercules, are you threatening me?" Marquis Edin spoke slowly, the wrinkles on his face stretched out rigid lines, like the earth torn apart by the power of a volcano, and the red-hot magma under the cracks boiled violently, "Do you think that you are the only super-first-class martial artist in Fields Will, and you can do whatever you want?" ”

"I don't dare, I just don't think it's fair to Miss Mary to be treated differently like this." Hercules stared at the Marquis of Aydin, "Miss Maress was summoned to Yanvikshuo for trial almost immediately after the end of the war, and my dereliction of duty has never been held accountable. Moreover, don't you think it's ridiculous for Lord Marquis to speak just now? ”

Marquis Adin's brow rose fiercely, and the crack-like wrinkles on his face stretched out, and a raging and scaldying rage spurted out of those wrinkles: "Watch your words, Hercules! ”

"What I don't understand is," Hercules said in a slightly higher voice, and he did not shy away from staring at the Marquis of Aydin, the same burning anger welling up from the depths of his eyes, "Miss Marys is a quasi-first-class warrior, and although she has committed a felony of negligence, according to Fields law, if two marquis intercede for her, she can be overtaken at the front. The Marquis of Aydin, on the other hand, used this to blackmail Miss Maryse. Hercules dared to ask here, "Lord Marquis, do you think that a brother of the Marquis, who is obedient to you, can do whatever he wants in the council chamber?" ”

Hercules' words were like thunder, echoing in the council chamber with Fang Gang's blood. Marquis Aydin's right hand was fluffed, and his fingers were bent like eagle talons, as if trying to grasp something. But standing in the middle of the council chamber was a super-first-class martial artist, and even if he was thirty years younger, he could not be the opponent of Hercules. It wasn't the first time he had been disobeyed, his brother, his only son, and even the only bloodline of the Dalyan family had all confronted him and offended him, and they always paid the price—the heads of the Marquis of Airy and Ragbjort were nearly crushed in his hands like a watermelon, and Ser Dalyan was eventually trampled into an indiscernible mass of flesh by a hundred Konninga horses; But Hercules was an exception, and for the first time in history, the Red Sword was helpless against the disobedient. For no other reason, this rebel is the only super-first-class martial artist on the West Coast. Without him, who will bite the mad dog? Who will balance the fierce dogs and iron bears in the snow? Who went to the desert to dance thrilling steps with those two Daxia sabers? Who is going to face the black keys that seem to be the burst of black snakes and those feathered arrows that cross the sky but are still accurate?

"The law is the law, there is flexibility, but there is also a thunder pool." King Vidis said with a blank face, "Hercules, if you threaten a marquis as a super-first-class martial artist and try to change the verdict, then you have already stepped on the edge of the thunder pool. ”

Hercules smiled: "Your Majesty, Hercules had no such intention. I just want Miss Maryse to get a fair verdict with me. ”

"Alright, I'll give you the verdict you want." King Vidis stood up and looked down at Hercules condescendingly, with a hint of indescribable pity in his eyes, "According to the laws of Fieldsway, Hercules and Marith Sigimund's army did not govern properly, and they should be beheaded. But Hercules fought for many years and was worth dying. Mary's military career is still short, only a small honor but no great merit, the merit is difficult to resist, and the death penalty. Hercules," a sneer tugged at the corner of King Vidis's mouth, "what else do you have to say?" ”

"Absolutely." Hercules smiled, "I would like to appeal to the Aeolus to give a portion of my many years of war to Miss Maris, and to exonerate her from the death penalty." This requirement is not justified, on the contrary, there have been similar examples before. The god of wind will not refuse my request. ”

King Vidis didn't speak, and the gloomy aura that lingered between his eyebrows slowly sank into his eyes. He looked at Hercules meaningfully, and of course he knew what Hercules was talking about as similar examples, and Hercules was the direct beneficiary of the Aeolian review in the first place. At that time, Hercules was still a second mate serving on a seagoing ship, and because of an argument, he accidentally killed the first mate and the captain, who came from a powerful family, and Hercules was sentenced to death almost as soon as his feet touched the ground. It was his teacher, Novgorod, the navigator of Fieldsway, who appealed to the god of wind and beat many people in the council, successfully redeeming Hercules' life for his years of fighting against the Van Skerry pirates and drawing charts.

Hercules is not short of military merits, and the incredible force of the super-first-class warrior has helped him accumulate considerable merits, not to mention offsetting his and Marys' capital crimes, even if he spreads ten more Marys, there is a surplus, but-

"Fengshen commented, although it was Fengshen himself who made the judgment, it still has to be accepted by someone to be established." Marquis Aydin said coldly, "I don't accept it, Marith must be executed." ”

"I don't accept it either." The Marquis of Airy has always been a weather vane for his brother.

"Same." King Vidis put it succinctly, "I only use the laws of Fields as a standard. ”

"I accept." The Marquis of Siggimond, who had been silent all along, spoke at this time, his expression was very serious, but there was a hint of hidden banter in his eyes, "Hercules, I object to your naïve idea. The god of wind will certainly make the right judgment, and Marys will be punished severely. Sigru, go and call Dallus in and make him Hercules' first opponent. ”

"Yes!" Nicknamed "Blood Axe", the eldest son of the Marquis of Sigimund, he was not as good as his father's qi cultivation skills, so he responded happily and rushed out directly, squeezing his eyes at Hercules as he passed by, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother-in-law! ”

Hercules felt his face burn again, he stole a glance at Marys behind him, and the latter sighed softly: "I don't want to owe you a favor, after the Fengshen review, do my father and eldest brother think that I will not marry you?" What's the difference between you and the Marquis of Aydin? ”

"Who you marry is your own business." Hercules looked at her with a smile, "And what I do is my own business." But I have to tell you one thing explicitly."

"Maris, I've liked you for a long time."

Maris's face suddenly turned crimson, she glanced at Hercules silently, and turned her head: "Like me or not, it's your own business, what do you care about me?" ”

"Yes," echoed Hercules, "then you don't have to worry about it. ”