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However, although I don't know why Young Master George was trampled to the ground by this sinner at that moment as if he had lost his soul, no one would worry about the life of Young Master George, because this is the imperial capital, because George is the first heir of the Clark family after all, whether it is them or the sinner, they should know very well what kind of rage and madness the Clark family will fall into once George dies, and George's weight is not comparable to York, so they all look at the sinner with a complicated expression, and look at the sinner who is almost exchanging his life for victory, Every young master and young lady is thinking about the fierceness of the sinners in the battle, and they are also sighing that they are outlaws from the wasteland, and they don't know what the elegance and pride of the nobility are, nor do they understand some of the rules of the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital.

They were all waiting for the sinner's next brawl and victory.

And after waiting for the declaration of victory, the sinner will inevitably meet the end of death.

Because he was injured, because they categorically would not allow him to leave alive after being injured, to some extent, this is also a battle that is won or lost, but the outcome is already predestined, as for the tragic or tragic process of the battle, does it matter? So at this time, looking at the bloody criminal, some people began to sneer, and some people who had placed heavy bets on the mammoth roulette wheel began to vaguely ask Master Austin if it was necessary to end this farce as soon as possible, and no one would think that this battle, or this farce, would have other twists and turns.

So, just when everyone was waiting and thinking about their own thoughts, a scene suddenly unfolded that made the greenhouse flowers unable to suppress their screams of fear - Augustus, bathed in blood, stood above George's head, he held his sword in both hands, looked down at the still calm face under him, suddenly licked his white teeth full of blood, and then suddenly squinted his eyes, and met George's stunned and full of disbelief, he resolutely and cruelly raised the big sword in his hand and slammed it into the head of George Clark.

The screams quickly filled.

Even the young masters and young ladies who were fond of blood subconsciously closed their eyes and covered their mouths.

He's crazy?

He didn't know what madness the 'strong bull' would throw into by doing so?

They all thought like this, and no one would think about what Clark could do with him, no matter how crazy he was, and kill him, but even if Count Clark didn't kill him, would they still allow him to live?

Aren't they all dead anyway?

The tip of the great sword had almost touched George's forehead, and almost the next moment, George's head would be pierced by the sinner's sword.

And at this moment, suddenly, a delicate narrow sword suddenly flew out of the crowd of onlookers, and directly crashed into Augustus's big sword, coupled with George's instinctive hasty dodge, it finally prevented this tragedy from happening at the critical moment, after the narrow sword and the big sword collided and made a sharp sound, Augustus's inevitable wrist was deflected, and finally the big sword in his hand was directly inserted into the grass of the manor.

As for George, the honorable Clarke's first heir, he left a deep mark on his face, full of fear and horror.

He looked at Augustus, who was still standing above him, as if he were watching his nightmare.

Augustus stuck the big sword on the ground, and after quickly standing firm, he immediately looked at the owner of the delicate narrow sword, and noticed that it was indeed the tall young master Austin, he faced the latter's particularly gloomy expression, smiled, and looked down at George Clark under him again, and then thought about it, knowing that he no longer had the strength to pick up the big sword, he covered his bloody abdomen with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the big sword to support his crumbling body, his voice was hoarse and calm: " You see, as I said, I'm going to be a nightmare for your entire Clark family, and believe me, as long as I don't die, Clark will never have peace. ”

The proud and honorable Young Master George couldn't say a word.

Stripped of his bright and bright robes, he was nothing more than a poor child.

Oh no, a poor young man, to be exact.

......

Finally, the rapid loss of blood made Augustus feel dizzy, and the after-effects of the previous round of fierce charge that spared no effort were completely broken, and the great sword he inserted on the ground alone was no longer enough to support his body. Augustus breathed hard, no matter how much he asked him not to fall, but it was not something he could control.

He slowly fell.

Bleak and tragic.

In the crowd, sensing that Augustus could no longer stand firmly, Elizabeth immediately rushed out of the crowd and ran towards Augustus, but faster than her, before Augustus fell, His Royal Highness Princess Constantine, Sophia, had already run to Augustus's side desperately in front of everyone, trying her best to support Augustus's body with her delicate body, and did not let him fall in embarrassment.

All that left her whole world was Augustus.

As if she had gone mad, one after another the healing magic of the fourth method of 'redemption' shrouded Augustus, not caring at all whether her magic would be overdrawn, she bit her lip tightly, although she did not shed tears, but what was more terrible than shedding tears was that her eyes, her face, only panic, only fear, no longer had her coldness and arrogance in front of everyone.

Augustus still had his consciousness after all.

He looked at the girl who had a hard time with Grace and Reserve, feeling the latter's nervousness and fear, he smiled a little weakly, waved his hand to stop her magic, and smiled with difficulty: "It's useless." ”

His soul power was too strong, and he inherently refused all magic to penetrate into his body, something they had known for a long time.

Who would have thought that she would return to him again, in this case?

Who would have thought that this would be the case that would allow her to forget everything before and return to him desperately?

Sophia still understood that her 'salvation' was useless to Augustus, so she bit her lip and whispered in a crying voice, "Will you go back with me?"

Augustus was still hesitant, and in the face of Sophia's earnest little face, he finally shook his head.

Sophia couldn't control her emotions at once, and her tears were like a flood that had burst the embankment, and she cried, "Why? Why do you still bury you like an ostrich? Don't you know that they have already decided everything whether you accept it or not? Do you think that if you reject me, you will be able to stay away from all the trouble I have brought you? But look at any of them, who of them has spared you because of your refusal?"

"It's not like that. ”

Leaning on Sophia's delicate body, Augustus's bloodless lips smiled, he looked at her, and said softly: "I have never worried about the trouble you may bring me, and I don't think you will bring me any big trouble, but my identity is too sensitive, you must know that your family will not accept a sinner in the wasteland, and your family will only think that this is a shame, and they will accuse you for it, and they will deal with you for it. Like this feast, you see, I didn't see any of Constantine's people appear, why? because they thought it was a shame, they were avoiding it, and in the same way, since it was a shame, of course they wouldn't allow it to continue, Sophia, believe me, if I go back with you, they will even think you're a shame to Constantine, and they'll do anything to do anything against you. ”

"And I don't want to be a burden to you. ”

Sophia was stunned, how could she have thought that even at this time, all he was thinking about was about her?

She held his arm, looked at Augustus, who was still smiling gently even though his face was covered with blood, and she whispered: "I'm not afraid, Augustus, with you, I won't be afraid of anything." ”

Augustus fell silent suddenly.

The smile faded away.

He looked at her with a gentle look in his eyes.

"But I'm afraid. ”

Sophia looked at Augustus seriously, and finally gave up the topic, and gently wiped the blood on Augustus's face with her handkerchief, until there was no trace of blood on his face, she knew that Augustus couldn't stay too long, and he had to be treated, so she quietly let go, handed Augustus to Elizabeth on the other side, and said: "You have to get better as soon as possible, there are still a few days before my coming-of-age ceremony, I hope to see you at that time." ”

Augustus did not speak.

Sophia bowed her head and said, "Just take it as a reward for helping you do so many things in the wasteland, okay?"

Augustus remained silent.

But eventually, his gentle smile resurfaced on his face.

"Good. ”

Sophia said no more, she smiled hard at Elizabeth, and turned slowly.

Then facing the heirs of the entire imperial capital alone, she did not turn around, and said to Elizabeth: "You go with him first, and I will come soon." ”

With that, she took a gentle step forward.

The gorgeous lilac evening dress, stained with the blood of Augustus, was like a dress full of black flowers.

Wiped away her tears, her expression was cold and arrogant, her eyes slid over the dazzling, seemingly elegant young masters and ladies in front of her, her narrowed eyes finally fixed on Austin-Herman, this was the first time she spoke to these many people, and it was also the first time she made her voice after returning to the imperial capital, she said indifferently: "Don't try to stop Augustus, including the family behind you, believe me, whoever stops, will die." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )