The sound of wood breaking resounded through the air, and Damon couldn't remember the first time he had blocked the attack, he was still a sixteen-year-old boy, and he had been fighting Sir Castan for half an hour in this heavy plate armor, and his strength was already exhausted.

As the shield exploded, he fell to the ground weakly. Kastan stepped over Damon's body with red eyes and raised his mace to smash it on his head.

Damon's feeble hand touched Crimson, and it landed at Kastan's feet, and Daemon used the last of his strength to stab his sword at Kastan, but he was too slow and too slow.

The old knight closed his eyes, Willy prayed that Kastan had better not do it, and Cisse was thinking about how to bargain with Kastan. And the onlookers were cheering, these vampire-like aristocratic lords with their brains exploding was what they wanted to see the most.

Just as the hammer was about to touch Damon's head, Earl Castan suddenly crooked, and a column of blood suddenly spurted out from the wound on his left thigh, and Sir Castan was in pain, and his left foot knelt on the ground, and the hammer grazed Damon's scalp and smashed on the ground, and the splashing of stone fragments and the clear sound of knocking made Daemon sober again.

A slender figure stepped out of the shadow of the box and blended into the crowd, with delicate facial features, long silver-white hair, but there was a hint of ruddy on his pale face, and there was a drop of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.

Dimon didn't know how long Sir Castan had been screaming and he didn't know what it meant. Crimson thrust into Sir Castan's ribs, kneeling on Damon's side, and blood gushed down the trough of the sword, first through Damon's fingers, then on his forearm, and finally on the ground, forming a large pool of blood.

The dumb man rushed between the two of them like crazy, and the old knight, as well as Willy and Cisse, also surrounded him.

The dumb lifted Sir Castan's visor, and he screamed hysterically, as the old knight dragged the limp Daemon aside. Willy glanced at Kastan under the visor, turned and spit out. The surrounding crowd fled in terror.

The grim face of Sir Carstan in the helmet was long gone, replaced by a skull wrapped in human skin.

"Witchcraft!", "Witchcraft!", "He's a wizard!", etc., the crowd was filled with such cries of terror.

Dimon had fainted, and the old knight drew his greatsword and stood by to guard him, but no one paid attention to Dimon now, and they all gathered around the dead Earl of Castan, Hollins Kastan.

"The duel is fateful, we can't arrest him," Count Saidus, sitting in the hall with a sad face, looking at Willy and Cisse standing in front.

"As we all know, the Kastans are distant relatives of our Stans, and now that a young earl of our family has been killed by witchcraft in your Red Limburg, Lord Saidus, if you don't hand over the suspect, we will do it ourselves." The one who spoke was a middle-aged fat man sitting on the left-hand guest seat of Count Saidus, who was Colin Stein of Stan City, the head of the Stan family.

Sitting to the right of Count Sides was a red-haired woman, with a fiery red tight dress that wrapped her tall figure in a bumpy shape, jet-black hair tied into a long braid, a high nose bridge, and delicate eyebrows and eyes that made her face look heroic. "Although my brother was killed, it is not your Stan's turn to take care of it, and when our branch family was expelled from Stan City by you hundreds of years ago, the people of the Stan family did not necessarily have any mercy for us. Although I am a woman, I have the right to inherit the city of Castan under the laws of Dahl Wulf, and the city of Castan will be inherited by the person surnamed Kastan, so don't show your hypocritical acting skills here," Lilith Kastan said with a vicious glaring at Collinstein.

"My brother's revenge, I will avenge it myself!"