"Damn! what are these things!" it was clear that the weapon in his hand was about to pierce into the mage's body, but the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe realized that he couldn't let the dagger advance any more than a single inch anyway. He lowered his head blankly, and saw countless thorny vines only the thickness of his fingers quietly crawling all over his lower body.

"Strictly speaking. They can be considered a gift from a lady. Cheese shrugged his shoulders, and with a flick of his left hand, the rattans completely bound Harold III, and the short sword in the duke's hand was knocked off into the distance. Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers instinctively wanted to come to their rescue, but Hearn's hand, which was wrapped in thorns, was already on the executioner's neck.

His own execution axe was pressed to his throat, and the Grand Duke of Blood Axe knew that he had now lost the duel completely. In the Glorious Judgment, it is not cruel to kill the vanquished, but on the contrary, it shows the determination to gamble everything for the sake of one's beliefs. And without knowing who Cheese was, Harold III did not think he had a chance to leave alive.

A professional executioner, the Grand Duke of Blood Axe executed at least a double-digit number of nobles on the execution ground during his lifetime. Some of them rebelled, others because they committed felonies that are difficult to forgive. Of course, some of them were framed to death. However, as an executioner, Harold has no right to choose who to kill and when, and all he can do is make the people who die at the hands of this Hearn suffer less.

"What are you hesitating about, boy?" said the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe, looking directly at Cheese. Listening to his dissatisfied tone, it seemed that not only was he not afraid of being killed, but he was still hesitating to dislike the mage, and he even opened his mouth to provoke, "Are you waiting for me to teach you how to use the knife to be fatal at once?"

Cheese was amused by Harold III's words. He had never seen such a person, and few people could be so casual in the face of death, and this casualness was not mixed with any madness. The mage put away the thorns on his left hand and withdrew Hearn's hand into his hand. However, instead of holding the axe directly, he placed it on the ground, as the Grand Duke of Blood Axe had done before.

"Why should I kill you? I've already won this trial, haven't I?"

Harold III watched in amazement as Cheese retracted the vines that had wrapped around him, and when the last thorn had reintegrated into the ring on the mage's hand, the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe believed that Cheese really didn't want to kill him. He touched the back of his head a little embarrassedly and sighed.

“...... Well, young wizard, I declare in the name of Harold III that you have won this glorious trial for Lothar. ”

When the words of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe spread, all the soldiers present fell silent, they knew the weight of the words. And the man in the Apothecary Guild costume who had been seen by Cheese hiding in the ranks of the Harold family before heard this, and without saying a word, he planned to slip away while everyone was still in shock. But he hadn't taken a few steps before he realized that he had been targeted by something terrible.

Jack's eyes have changed into wolf-shaped pupils at some point, although his appearance has not changed except for his eyes, but as long as someone sees his eyes, then he will definitely not think that the wolfwalker is a human at this time.

"You're here waiting for Cheese to come back. I'm going after my prey. With these words, the werewolf jumped over the onlookers at a terrifying speed, and before the Praetorian Guards could react, Jack's body appeared behind them. And when they turned their heads in hindsight, where could they still see the shadow of the wolfwalkers?

Naturally, Cheese noticed his companion's actions. But he didn't say anything, after all, in the beginning, it was he who asked Jack to use the eyes of a werewolf to find a target. When the mage refers to him by the surname Alexander instead of Jack's name, it is a hint that there is something about him that only the eyes of the Wolfwalkers can see.

On the other hand, Harold III hesitated, but still opened his mouth to speak to the mage.

"Listen, wizard. I know this is unreasonable, but although I have spared Lothar today, I am afraid that His Majesty's arrest warrant will not be lifted anytime soon. The Grand Duke of Bloodaxe smiled bitterly and said, he knew how much the King of the Blue Lion liked Lothar, and for him to make up his mind to send himself to kill the Count of Montenegro, it meant that the King's decision would not be stopped by a glorious trial.

"I suggest that you leave the royal capital for a while, preferably the blue lion first. You have also heard the trumpets on the walls, and now you will not be hindered from leaving here while you are in chaos. Also, although this is only my speculation, I think His Majesty's reaction to the execution of Lothar is somewhat strange......"

Cheese understood what Harold III meant. In fact, when he asked Jack to arrest someone, the mage already had a vague guess about the incident. Whether it's Jason's betrayal or the current perverse king, this unpleasant tactic is a common tactic used by Cheese's impression of witches. Now the mage only needs to wait for the wolfwalker to get the guy back from the crowd to know the general idea of what happened.

Now he only hoped that the witches had simply come to seek revenge on the Amia and them, and that they had become just another bunch of pawns under the plague spreaders. If that's the case......

The mage shook his head, suppressing the unlucky thought for a moment. He nodded in thanks to Harold III for his advice, and then naturally wanted to pick up Hearn's hand on the ground. But when Cheese's hand touched the handle of the tomahawk, an unbearable burning sensation stung the mage's palm.

"Shhh As a spellcaster, he was inherently repelled by the witch-hunting knife. But this only deepened the mage's interest in the weapon, and he looked up at Harold III who wanted to come over and take the tomahawk.

"Lord Duke, I have a reluctant request. Can you lend me this tomahawk for a while?"

The face of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe was pulled down at that time. The Hand of Hearn is a symbol of the Harold family and the ruling authority of the Greylion royal family. This weapon is not just a murder weapon, it is a totem. But after all, Cheese defeated himself in the glorious trial, not to mention this battle axe, even this life, and it was only with the forgiveness of the mage that he picked it up. The dignity of being a nobleman made Harold frown at him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wizard, but Hearn's hand shouldn't be in the hands of a foreigner. This weapon is too important for the Cyglion. ”

Cheese laughed at this, he had already thought of a countermeasure.

"Of course, Lord Duke. I know how important this tomahawk is to the Greylion, so I promise, during the time I've borrowed it. It will be kept by Mr. Lothar, do you doubt your loyalty to the kingdom?"

The Count of Montenegro was undoubtedly loyal to the Greylion, and Lothar had proven himself with his prowess in battle. Moreover, even in the king's order, it was recognized that Lothar would enjoy the title of Count of Montenegro until his death, so in other words, even if Lothar really committed such a great crime as treason, the king did not intend to deprive Lothar of his title, which is enough to show his status in the king's heart. Coupled with the fact that Lothar did grow up beside the king, the relationship between the two was extraordinary......

Grand Duke of Blood Axe gritted his teeth, and he looked at Lothar, who was not far away with a golden battle axe. He snatched Hearn's hand from the ground and walked over to him.

"Until you return Hearn's hand, I'll keep this axe of yours. With that, Harold III snatched Lothar's golden battle axe and shoved the black witch-hunting knife carved with the image of a lion into his hand. At the same time, he whispered to the Count of Montenegro.

"Prove to me that Your Majesty was wrong in your judgment. ”

"Yes, Harold...... Uncle. Lothar looked at the old man in front of him who was about to kill himself just now, and said with a wry smile. He vividly remembered how much this notorious executioner in the kingdom had helped him during his years in the royal capital. So he also knew very well what a hot heart this old man actually had under his cold appearance.

Watching the back of the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe walking back among the soldiers, Lothar suddenly had a premonition that he felt as if he could not return the tomahawk to the old man. When the black-robed soldier of the Bloodaxe family disappeared around the corner of the street with the Praetorian Guard, a tear flowed from the corner of the Black Mountain's eye. And he himself can't say why he cries.