"Mysterious, powerful, taciturn; Legend has it that they wield the Sword of the Underworld, and their strength is comparable to that of the strongest warriors in the continent, and all villains who try to get close to the princess of the gods will be ruthlessly repulsed. ”

Sword Saint Clemmont looked at the black-robed swordsman in front of him with interest:

"That's how people on the mainland describe those guards, your intelligence is too backward, Lord Duke."

"The princess of the gods? What's that, it's laughable! Duke Eric said disdainfully:

"Prince Sacco, this old ghost, has been dead for more than ten years, and if you find someone casually, you can say that it is his granddaughter, and he is trying to inherit the fiefdom, and those guys from the Gray Hawks are too whimsical."

His eyes swept to the queue representing the military, he was ready to engage in a verbal battle with the other party, and today he was here to find trouble!

Unexpectedly, those old fellows who usually click on it are like deaf people, and none of them opened their mouths to refute his words, and some of them even showed sarcastic smiles on their faces, which surprised the duke.

"They must be scared."

Duke Eric thought to himself.

Thinking of this, he was full of confidence in his heart, and he was forced to take a step back just now, which made him feel a little annoyed in his heart, and immediately puffed up his chest.

"Do you dare to let the guards do it to me? You lowly sow! ”

He thought through gritted teeth and strode forward.

"Click......

Unexpectedly, the black-robed swordsman suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

The blade of the cold light shone with an ominous aura, like a poisonous snake hanging there with its head held high, stopping in front of him.

An icy gaze shot out of the shadows beneath the hat.

There is no doubt that if he takes one more step, he will be relentlessly attacked by the other party.

"How can it be!"

Duke Eric blushed and stopped, smashing his cane with a clatter:

"陛xià. See how arrogant your chosen second-in-line heir is? Actually let the guards openly draw their swords in front of the throne and threaten a duke! ”

His Majesty the King did not speak, he lowered his head, as if he did not know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

This is a very rare thing for a monarch, the King of Westminster was originally a short-tempered and self-determined man, but since the royal capital was imprisoned by the traitors.

If it weren't for the court magicians and the experts of the Royal Research Institute, he would have verified that he was the deity from all aspects such as blood and soul. I'm afraid many people will think that their king has been dropped.

"Majesty?"

Duke Eric saw that the king on the throne did not react, and Atwood and Smycoe on both sides also looked like they were watching a play, and they couldn't help but feel a little cold.

"Hehe......"

Juggernaut suddenly chuckled under his breath and walked up to the front of the duke, reaching for the hilt of the sword on his back.

His broadsword did not have a scabbard, nor did he wrap the blade with strips of cloth like the poor adventurers, but carried it directly behind his back, ready to be taken out for battle at any time.

Seeing that the other party drew his weapon, the black-robed man pointed the long sword in his hand diagonally forward. A combat signal was given.

"Celando's dueling sword salute?"

Juggernaut had some research on this aspect, and frowned when he saw the other party's movements.

Ceylondo was an ancient magical kingdom that was eventually destroyed by Harlem and incorporated into the Empire.

The composition of the country is very peculiar, the army is mostly composed of alchemists and warriors, and the actual battle mages are less than one-tenth, which is the main reason why they are defeated in the war despite their strong alchemy. After all, alchemy golems and bombs are inferior to magic cannons and all kinds of powerful spells in large-scale warfare.

"I'll leave it to you, Cremont."

Duke Eric retreated to the rear with a sense of interest.

He was very confident in the strength of this kingdom sword master. Don't worry about surprises.

"Damn sow, I can't do anything to you today, but I can make you lose face!" He said secretly in his heart.

Without any fancy swordsmanship, when Clemmont walked three meters away from the black-robed swordsman, the long sword with cold light slashed towards him.

Clemmont didn't mean to dodge, and the big sword in his hand slanted upward. Face the opponent's sword.

He used one hand, and the heavy weapon was like a feather in his hand, making a beautiful arc effortlessly.

"Bang!"

The clash of blades made a strange noise.

The sound was like two big trees shaking together, not like metal colliding at all.

Then everyone saw that the face of the sword saint who was famous in the kingdom changed drastically, and his body shook and took a few steps back. Almost crashed into the Duke in the back.

"Bang."

The black-robed swordsman stood still, his long sword in its scabbard, and looked at the opponent in front of him in silence.

He seems to have received orders from his master, and as long as the other party does not appear in the warning range, he will not put on a fighting posture.

"Cremont, you ......"

Duke Eric said dumbfounded.

"The other party's strength is very strong, and I can't use my fighting spirit here, so I suffered a little loss."

Juggernaut's expression was very ugly:

"And the shot is flawless, it's like going through thousands of battles, which is definitely the level of a top swordsman."

This short duel made the people present look sideways, and they all looked at the silver-haired princess standing behind with amazed eyes, and many people looked at the other three black-robed guards, could it be that their strength was as strong as the one just now?

"It's a great fight."

The prime minister smiled and clapped his hands.

Then put it down and say:

"But today is the day of the coronation of Her Royal Highness the Princess, so it's better not to continue fighting...... You tell me? Duke Eric. ”

Unlike the smile on his face just now, his eyes were not very friendly to the duke, and there was a clear warning in them.

"I still keep what I just said."

Unexpectedly, Duke Eric did not buy the prime minister of the kingdom, and said excitedly:

"I don't think Ashley is fit to be the second in line to the throne! Because she's an unscrupulous **! ”

After saying this, which caused an uproar among everyone, he took out some images from under the crimson robe, with a description attached to them:

"First of all, she was suspected of murdering Prince Helrison on that island, and she was seen to have met with the other party alone before the prince's death, and she had an ambiguous attitude, debauched behavior, and a great suspicion of seduction, and then the next day there was the destruction of the library, and the whereabouts of Helrison are unknown."

"Second, she once teamed up with the golden warhammer Abner to snatch my daughter's fan by extremely despicable means, and destroyed it after the robbery failed, and finally only lost a thousand gold coins!"

"Thirdly, my daughter's whereabouts are unknown on the same day that Hirrison went missing."

When he said this, he wept silently:

"My dearest Mavis...... She usually has no one to argue with at all, and she is full of love...... has suffered such an end, and the culprit is still alive and well! ”

He wiped his eyes, which were not very moist at all, and pointed indignantly at the silver-haired princess beside the throne and shouted:

"I heard that she is also looking for strong people everywhere to be her lover, including ministers and soldiers from other countries, maybe she has already given birth to countless evil seeds in the past few years, which is simply a shame for Westminster! Such a lowly sow must not be allowed to be the heir to the kingdom! (To be continued......)