Frederick endured the pain in his wrist and walked towards Watson with his sword in his hand, all eyes on him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe knight of Fort William, Lady Mary, and Sheffield were looking at him excitedly, while the knight of Cilica, who had been silent, looked at him coldly, as if he did not believe that Frederick would go up and cut Watson's neck.

Frederick gasped and dragged his sword towards Watson, and before he was halfway there, he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching call: "Your Highness the Count!"

He looked back and saw Lily holding on to the railing, staring at him pitifully, the voice just now was shouted by Lily, but she was shouting for someone else.

Elaine propped up the stairs and descended the stairs, her eyes falling on Frederick, her long dashing hair swaying with her footsteps behind her waist, like a wedding dress. With a confident smile on the corner of her mouth, she tilted her head and tore off the blue soft ribbon in her hair, approached Frederick, calmly bowed her head and snatched the power sword and placed it on the table, picked up Frederick's right hand, clamped his wrist with a wooden plank with her heart, and tied a beautiful knot with a bandage for him in a daze, with natural and swift movements, with authoritarian intimacy.

She lowered her head and bandaged it, and said lightly: "I'm still thinking about cutting people, and my wrists are broken." If you fix it like this and go back to the pastor for treatment, it will be fine in a few days. ”

Frederick did not know why she had interrupted herself, and stretched out his hand to let her do it, staring blankly at the mysterious girl, but her heart flew to the point of being stirred by her clear and pleasant voice, and her heart was so soft that she could not beat with the strength to beat as she gazed at the hair hanging down from her face.

Elaine bandaged him and continued: "Sirisha bordered the Habsburgs, and after the war there was a close relationship with the royal family, and even Prince Sirisha visited Wiener. The post-war populace was scarred, and the execution of the Sirisha military nobles at this time could trigger a new war. Peace is of great benefit to recuperation and recuperation, while re-war is extremely damaging to the restoration of national strength. ”

She finished briskly, her hand already bandaged, and the soft, creamy blue headband tied a lovely bow on Frederick's wrist. Elaine put down Frederick's hand with satisfaction and looked up into his eyes: "So, Your Highness the Earl, in order to prevent you from being impulsive, can I confiscate your sword?"

Frederick was eager to grab her hand, to hold her, to smell her scented hair, to tell her how much he liked her songs, to convey admiration bluntly, without asking for her name.

"No one can confiscate my sword. Count Frederick's face was expressionless, and he looked into Elaine's eyes without flinching, and his gaze almost sparked in mid-air. He stared at Elaine, picked up the power sword on the table with his left hand, and said in a categorical voice: "No one." ”

Then he resolutely turned around and dragged the power sword towards Watson in a pool of blood.

He could understand why the mysterious singer had come downstairs to offer humanistic care: the girl was pleading with the knight of Cilicia, and she saw through Frederick's intentions, so she came downstairs to persuade him to stop.

However, Frederick had an urgent need - he had to carry out Watson's death sentence within the stipulated time while the dueling pact was still in force.

At this time, the three doors of the tavern vied to open, and the citizens of Mingxing City who had heard the news gathered outside the door, biting their fingers and competing to watch the ending of this magnificent duel.

The knights of the victorious state "Principality of Sirisha" have been unscrupulous in their territory for some time and have long been notorious. Seeing the lord himself teach the villains a lesson, blacksmiths, bakers, bards, and shopping girls rushed to the door, watching the situation with great anticipation, and their clear eyes sparkled to admire the demeanor of the new lord.

Frederick threw a cold back to Elaine, dragged his sword and staggered to Watson, who was curled up on the ground and trembling, and in front of the crowd of onlookers, glared at Watson and gritted his teeth and said, "You put the sword on Sheffield's neck and let him guess if the Lord of Bafaria has the guts to hang you if you cut his throat." ”

"Ren...... Benevolent. Watson pressed the blood-drenched plate in vain, unable to move his neck, squinted at the approaching Frederick, and struggled to raise his trembling right hand, three fingers together, and made the surrender gesture of the loser begging for forgiveness in the duel: "Merciful, please." ”

"The official standard answer to your question is: Yes, the Lord of Bafaria is more than willing to put you to death in public, and you are welcome to come back next time, whether you are here to stir up trouble or to besiege the city. Frederick kicked Watson's armor over, leaving the defeated man lying on all fours, then staggered over, standing at Watson's waist, his hands clenching the power sword, the snow-white blade dangling 1 foot in front of Watson's face, and Watson was stunned.

Watson really did not expect that Count Frederick would use the "right of execution" on the loser after winning the duel, regardless of mercy.

Frederick stared into Watson's eyes, his heart beating wildly, and he completed his declaration breathlessly: "In view of the unforgivable crimes you have committed in the territory of Bafaria, I hereby pronounce your death sentence in the name of Count of Bafaria, Lord of Fort William. ”

Elaine's pretty face finally lost its expression, and she stared solemnly at Frederick's public execution of Watson.

Only then did she realize that in Bafaria, "bullying" was also an unforgivable felony. If the lord and earl see it, they will lose their heads, they will really lose their heads.

She always felt that history would be pushed forward by the sword of execution.

Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers was separated by a coquettish scream, and a rigid and serious fiery red knight kept pushing away the crowd, rushed into the tavern, and after coming out of the crowd, he stood under the glass door and drew his sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Frederick, who was about to be executed, and announced as if he were facing a great enemy: "Count Frederick, this 'Minister Sirisha' is under the protection of the dragoons, please remove your sword." ”

"He's a minister?!" asked Frederick, looking up. Sirisha was diligently establishing diplomatic relations with the Habs, trying to marry after the war, which was a well-known robbery celebration, but Frederick could not think of what Sirisa's envoy was doing in Bafaria.

He looked up and saw the knight panting, her full breasts rising and falling charmingly. She wore a combat dress with a "key protection" design, under the scarlet and warm dragon head knight's helmet, revealing a white neck, sexy collarbones, a line of gold pendants hung on her chest as embellishments, and a purple aristocratic "inheritance crystal" pendant embedded in the deep ditch of the career line, which made people distracted. The dress is fiery red, only the collarbone and neck reveal a holy white, which is the only bare skin on her body, because a fiery red and gorgeous aristocratic dress covers the neck to the feet: the neckline and sleeves are depicted with finely carved lace gold threads, and the chest and thin waist are tied with conservative and beautiful plate armor.

The "triple stacked armor" fixed on both sides of the skirt also took over the role of leg armor, allowing her to wear lace stockings to move lightly, and people can't help but fantasize that when she fights, the silver armor whirls with a red dress, the white lace petticoat spreads and flies, and the slender and full stockings loom under the layered battle skirt, and the picture is beautiful.