Plain of Turin.

Gaudus looked at the eastern sky, where the shimmer of the morning sun had shone, but the main color of the sky was still dim, and the sun had not yet risen.

The sun did not rise, the old count did not arrive, then the hunt did not begin.

Caesar, dressed in military uniform, rode alongside Gados, who also rode a horse, and behind them were four of his most loyal and powerful men, as well as Peacock and Spider, and finally, 50 of the Viscount's private soldiers, all of whom were dismounted cavalry.

In addition, among the viscount's privates there was an old friend mixed - Rostanford. He was wrapped in full armor to disguise his identity, with only one pair of eyes exposed to observe his surroundings.

Caesar glanced at the peacock and then at the spider, couldn't help but shake his head, and said, "I don't doubt Miss Peacock's combat effectiveness, but this little girl... Can she really fight? ”

Spider glared at Caesar fiercely, a demonic light flashing in the depths of her pupils, and then said fiercely, "Who do you look down on? Believe it or not, I'm going to blow your head up? After saying that, she was ready to snap her fingers and summon the secondary demon lurking underground, giving this young viscount who didn't know what to do with it a profound lesson.

Through the soul contract, Gao Duos sensed the killing intent surging in Spider Ji's heart, and quickly signaled her not to act rashly.

Looking into Spider's purple eyes, Caesar smiled a little unnaturally, avoiding her gaze.

His intuition told him that he had just made the mistake of judging people by their appearance, and that the little girl who was following behind him was not like a human, but more like a humanoid demon in the skin of Lori.

Why do you feel this way? Maybe it's because she looks at her too fiercely.

He was right, basically no one except Gao Duos could offend her to her face, and the fate of offending her was maybe being pierced by a blade or being attacked by a secondary demon, depending on her mood.

At this time, another team also appeared, and a flag stood high at the head of the team, and the pattern of the flag was a golden eagle.

And the leader of this team is none other than the First Viscount, Matthew.

Compared with Caesar, the configuration of Matthew's team is undoubtedly much more luxurious: 5 warrior professionals, Robert is impressively listed, in addition to 1 military priest, 1 mage, and 50 dismounted cavalry, both in terms of firepower and sustained combat ability, they are far superior to Caesar's side.

In this kind of hunting, no team participating in the competition can use the staff, and only their own private soldiers are allowed to join, so Caesar's team does not appear in the team of 7 mages who are controlled by him.

Matthew kicked the horse in the belly, rode the horse over, and said with a smile, "My dear brother, how are you doing?" ”

Caesar looked at him deeply and said, "Thanks to my brother's concern, everything is going well, and I cleaned up a few bed bugs yesterday, and I am in a much better mood." ”

After hearing this, Matthew sneered: "That's good, after all, we are both father's sons, in this game of thrones, where will the winner be known so quickly, do you say?" My brother! ”

Caesar also laughed and said, "Yes, the victory or defeat has not yet been decided, but what can be done when it is known?" You're old, brother. ”

Matthew stared coldly at Caesar, his hands gripping the reins trembling slightly unconsciously.

Caesar stroked his hair, each one of which was the purest gold, reflecting a warm luster. The wind blew, and his healthy hair fluttered in the wind, like a brilliant morning glow, but this scene in Matthew's eyes was unusually dazzling.

"How I wish you were in good health and able to taste the taste of power for a long time, but how many days can you taste the fruits of your age and victory?" Caesar laughed.

After hearing this, the smile on Matthew's face gradually turned cold, and the warm smile like a spring breeze turned into a biting cold in just a few seconds. It's hard to imagine that Matthew's face could have such a terrible change in expression.

"My brother." Matthew said lightly, "Come on, you must know that the most tragic thing in the world is not that the old man comes to the top, but that the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, not to mention, you are so young, so smart, and so healthy." ”

Caesar nodded and said, "Thank you for your blessings, my brother, and I wish you the same health and long life." ”

Matthew nodded, turned his head again, glanced at Gao Duos, and smiled slightly: "Congratulations on making a good friend, have you had a good time with my brother for the past few days?" ”

Gao Duos nodded and said, "Thanks to my concern, I think Viscount Caesar is a friend worth making, at least, he loves his family very much, doesn't he?" ”

Hearing this, a hint of anger appeared on Matthew's face again, but immediately, this trace of anger faded. He said lightly: "The most difficult thing for people to do is to understand each other. If one day, you sit in my place, you will understand. ”

Gao Duos sneered, and was about to be sarcastic, but immediately, he saw a glare of pale on the roots of Matthew's hair.

Looking at Matthew's somewhat aged face, Gao Duosi said lightly: "Such a reason can't be called a reason at all..."

He suddenly whispered, "After all, you're just hungry for power." ”

Matthew nodded and smiled, "Yes, you're right, I'm not qualified to say such things at all, but..."

A cold light burst out in his eyes, and he said: "The reality is that in the game of power, the winner is often the one who can throw everything away, and only the winner can go down in history, and the loser can only become a sentence recorded in the history books." ”

"Which word?"

Matthew stroked the enchanted sword in his sheath and said lightly:

"In the year 1232 of the sacred calendar, there was a rebellion, and the viscount was peaceful."

The year 1232 of the sacred calendar is the year when chaos began, that is, this year.

After Matthew finished speaking, he showed a bitter smile, and he remembered the little princess Belea, who was his own sister.

In order to win, he needs to kill his own sister.

He remembered his marriage to the Medis family, and the object of the marriage was the so-called "the most beautiful flower in the plain of Duolun"... The one who has been divorced 17 times, has had countless guests in the scene, was very debauched in the past, and will still be debauched in the future. Medis.

In order to win, he will marry this man.

This is a big gamble that cannot be turned back, he has abandoned family affection, abandoned love, and all he pursues is victory! And if he fails, he will lose everything!

Gao Duos shook his head and said, "Viscount Matthew, time will prove to you, the victor is not necessarily the one who can throw everything behind. ”

Matthew laughed but didn't say a word.

At this time, a third team also appeared, led by McQueen, the man known as the "Lion of Savoy".

He rode over, and after greeting the three brothers, they returned to their respective groups.

At last, the sun was shining, the sun was rising in the east, and the hunting time set by the old earl had arrived.

However, the old earl had not yet arrived, so the hunt did not begin.

Finally, a team of two hundred elites appeared, and in the center of the procession, there was a luxurious carriage, which was surrounded by elite soldiers, so that it was effectively protected.

And guarding the carriage was none other than the inheritor of the Count's Armament and Nightmare: Don Quixote.

At this moment, a beautiful girl jumped out of the carriage and looked around. This is a cute girl with long blond hair and an anxious expression on her face, and unlike the metallic murderous aura of the soldiers around her, her blue princess dress looks particularly elegant and beautiful.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt and looked around, as if looking for something. Finally, her eyes fell on Gauldos.

Ignoring everyone's shocked gazes, she walked straight to the side of Gauldoth!

That's right, she's our little princess, Belea.