Watson's smile froze on his face, and when he smiled, his eyes widened miserably, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade of his throat, and kicked his steel-armored legs twice, plowing two lines of white marks on the floor tiles, but he couldn't even shout an insult. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thin arterial blood squirted all over the floor, causing the Count's breeches to drip, even splashing a few drops in front of Philia's steel boots.

Filia's eyes widened, her long eyelashes fluttering, her small mouth closed, and she maintained the posture of retracting her sword and returning it to its sheath, staring blankly at the dying Minister Watson in a pool of blood. After a while, he looked up stupidly and looked at the count's face.

The Count's face was splashed with two drops of plum red, and he was struggling to turn the hilt of his sword to break the nerve in Watson's spine and make him die quickly—a mercy and a cruelty.

Elaine shook her back and almost couldn't stand on her feet, but was held up by Lily. She couldn't imagine that an unofficial heir who seemed weak and polite could make such an arbitrary choice.

He didn't listen to advice at all, and I even thought he would obey my will—would this man become a tyrant if he inherited the title?

A terrifying question came to Elaine's mind.

Watson's cheeks twitched twice in consternation, his legs stopped plowing, and he stared at Frederick's face like this, his hands clutching the blades of his sword, and he froze on the ground, slowly getting cold.

Frederick gasped, and with the last of his strength, pulled out the heavy power sword from the corpse, grabbed the sword with Elaine's bandaged right wrist, raised the power sword bloodily above his head, and let the sticky red pull the silk "tick" to the ground, and roared at the jubilant people with a hideous face:

"My people, you work hard and you don't have enough to eat, you accumulate wealth and you are destitute. And this foreign knight, with a little bit of foreign banknotes, can live like a king in our country!

Mountains roared like a tsunami: "It's not fair!"

"What I'm going to give you is 'fairness'!" Frederick threw up his sword like a statue of generosity and bravery, and shouted with round eyes: "My citizens, you are oppressed in Bafaria, choose to fight, you are insulted in Bafaria, choose to fight, you are exploited in Bafaria, choose to fight! Because your lords are not afraid of any power, they are not afraid of any threat, because your lords will give you justice, give you, the most expensive, 'fair'!"

"Hah!" the magnificent crowd shouted long live.

Filia looked at the new earl with incomparable incitement, and her heart was filled with ice, and she was as surprised as ice water, and at the same time agitated like a burning fire. She frowned and looked at Frederick for a second, then suddenly came to her senses, gritted her teeth in annoyance, glared at Frederick, and shouted, "Hey, you stupid ......."

Ignoring the annoyed chief knight, Frederick beat his bloody power sword and boldly beat his chest through the three glass doors that filled the populace, and made a speech with unprecedented incitement to inspire his people: "Sirisha has betrayed us, so our anti-invasion front has been defeated. And the Habs Central Bank signed the war reparations of 240 million francs, so we will be burdened with abject poverty until the day when our 200th great-great-grandson pays off the debt! Do you know what my ideal is? It is to guard your plough with my sword, and to defend the righteousness of knights with my blood! This ideal is not excessive, and even rightly so: I only want the grain we cultivate to be accumulated, the gold we dig to be accumulated, and the paper money we print and issue to be strong! I don't want to see your savings robbed by the banks, and even if I die and lie in my grave, I don't want to see our children and grandchildren become slaves to debt and lose the land we fought for!"

"Hah, Count Frederick!" the overwhelming shouts of blessing nearly shattered the windows of the bar, and the rousing commoners shook their fists in rage and roared in unison with their blood: "Count Frederick!"

Filia had rarely seen such a terrible scene of incitement, and she looked at the bloody and unyielding faces with her mouth open, and she actually felt that the lowly civilians were also full of inspiring power. She turned her head to look at the Earl, and her voice fell: "Hey, you guy don't say a word......"

Frederick continued to ignore Filia, and he angrily pressed the hilt of his sword with both hands, and held the power sword in front of him, and said to the world angrily: "Therefore, when you have no way back, use the sword in your hand to protect your plow!

The indignant cheers of the crowd tore off the roof of the tavern: "In the name of the lord of Bafaria!

Filia could see that she couldn't walk into Count Frederick's stage at this time, and it was useless to walk over. She bit her lip in exasperation and pinched her chin and waited for the situation to settle down.

Elaine was not afraid of the hustle and bustle of the people's indignation, she casually walked to Frederick, who was cheering with her sword, tilted her head to untie the blue ribbon on his wrist, straightened the splint, tied it again, and whispered: "Do you want to do it again? If the wrist bone is crooked, I will use my left hand for the rest of my life." ”

Her frank concern greatly increased the goodwill of the citizens of Bafaria.

Frederick didn't know Elaine's name. Being tended to by the admirer made him nervous and cold in his lower abdomen, as if he was in free fall. But under the watchful eye, he must remain domineering and solemn, so he only nodded slightly, "hmm", noble and cold perfunctory.

As Elaine looked down at his wrist, the next sentence came: "You're instigating a war, no matter what you think in your heart." ”

"I just executed a duelist, that's all. Frederick replied calmly.

Elaine's gentleness is always at ease, because there is always a sharp edge hidden behind skillful care. After the Count's sonorous speech, when the crowd was excited, everyone else chose to leave the stage to the Count and waited in silence, except for Elaine, who casually came up and said this protest and reproach, which did not even arouse the disgust of the people.

She was like an elegant and scheming empress, who could say anything to anyone, at any time, and keep the situation good for as long as she wanted to.

She could make Count Frederick admire her with fear, and indulge in all her intimacy and estrangement, and the Count did not even know her name.

"I'm really scared of you. Elaine re-tied her bow and patted the splint gently, just enough to make the Count grit his teeth in slight pain, before he raised his head with pride as if he had been slightly punished, and rebuked softly. The Count glanced at her, and saw that her enchanting eyes were meaningful, and they were expressionless, but they looked mysterious, and one longed to drown in those moving gazes.

Then Elaine had no intention of staying, and said softly, "Be kind to your residual limb." Hah, Count. He said words of concern and gentleness, but he raised his chin and walked away proudly. The people had no idea who she was, but they were convinced to get out of the way and watched her walk to the royal carriage at the intersection of the streets.