"Only blood can wash away the hatred that blood brings. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The gloomy Count Francis stared at the withered head on the ground and was silent for a long time before finally squeezing this declaration out of his lips, and then he suddenly drew the delicate narrow sword that was more decorative on his waist than it actually did, and then the square in front of Sauron's castle erupted into a noisy and dull sound of footsteps, the clash of large swords and spears, which were so loud and neat that it seemed that in the next second, the enemy who had brought blood would be completely buried in their hatred.

Francis pressed closer, and the knights in the square followed his footsteps slowly but resolutely towards their central enemy, spears and swords getting closer and closer to the young man in the center.

Under the pressure of this vast, suffocating momentum, it is absolutely impossible to stand calmly without outrageous strong nerves.

Augustus didn't react, not even the sword he was holding trembled in the slightest, he just squinted at Francis who was pressing towards him, and said slowly, "You won't kill me." ”

Count Francis, who was on his horse, did not change his expression, his narrow eyes still revealed a cold gaze of hatred, and he did not stop his steps, and approached Augustus in front of him step by step.

"At least not now, because you know better than I do that you can't kill me at this time. ”

There was no sign of hesitation or pause in his steps, and Francis's grim eyes flashed with mockery, he wouldn't kill, couldn't kill? Was it a joke? His only heir died at his hands, and why should he not let this damned Alfred at the helm go to hell to bury his heir?

The distance is already less than 5 meters.

The knights' spears around them were even close at hand.

However, Augustus still didn't make any moves, he just suddenly increased the speed of his speech, and continued without pause: " If I die, Alfred will only have one way to go, and that is to become a vassal of Donald, and the old Donald happens to be unable to resist the banner of a head-on war with you, so he can only do his best to support Arthras in the south of Sauron, which means that you will not only deal with Arthras and Sauron's stupid loyal remnants, but also deal with almost half of the wasteland, you are under a lot of pressure, yes, I heard that just one Arthras is already a headache for you, so Arthras, who has the full support of Donald and Alfred, is not going to make you collapse in insomniaAnd if I lived, then Donald would definitely not consider Artelas, and even if Alfred, who is currently weak, would not be able to go to war with you, you would have enough time to destroy Arthras as soon as possible, and then turn back to Alfred, who may have already stood firm, this is your only choice. ”

"So you're not going to kill me. ”

The narrow sword happened to be in front of Augustus, and Augustus, who had just finished speaking, could clearly feel the coldness coming from the narrow sword.

However, he still did not move, neither tried to dodge the narrow sword, nor raised the great sword in his hand, but he stared into Francis's eyes from the distance of the narrow sword in his hand.

"Is that what sustained you in coming to Sauron? is this pale and foolish inference enough to convince you that I can put aside my heir's hatred for a moment?"

With the sudden rise of the gloomy tone of the last sentence, Francis's narrow sword also moved to Augustus's throat in an instant, and it can be said that Augustus has stepped on hell and death as a companion.

But Augustus smiled instead.

"No, of course it won't be that. ”

He didn't lose his pace, ignoring the spears and swords around him, and said: "Yes, you do only have one heir like Mark, but that was in the past, it was a fact that you had to maintain when Sauron was still alive, and you can only let Sauron know your loyalty through you have only one mediocre heir, and believe that you don't have too much ambition, after all, you can't expect Mark to bring Francis to the pinnacle of glory after you die, so why would you try to betray Sauron?" It's really a meticulous and convincing careful thought, I believe that Sauron's trust in you has always been in this part of the reason, right? But now, Sauron is dead, and you have no scruples, don't you have the mind to work hard to create a few more heirs? Yes, you are 48 years old, you are old, but in the same way, you are only 48 years old, under normal circumstances, if there is no accident, you have at least 20 years of life to breathe, so can't you cultivate a few excellent heirs that will satisfy you in more than 20 years? This must be your plan, Lord Earl, do you think my analysis is justified?"

"Oh yes, don't be in a hurry to deny it, I heard that after you took Sauron's castle, you sent all the male servants to hell as soon as you took possession of them, but instead left all of Sauron's female servants, this is a fact, right? Of course, it can be understood that the maid is a little threat to you after all, but I stubbornly believe that leaving the maid and leaving Sauron Castle full of only women is simply your attempt to turn Sauron Castle into the most suitable soil for you to cultivate and sow seeds, and only by creating such a barren and fertile soil can you quickly have a large number of heirs of Francis who are worth cultivating, so you are just a mediocre heir who died, what is it?"

The narrow sword was still pressed against Augustus's throat, not an inch back, but not an inch closer, and Francis, who was on his horse, finally had a change of expression, albeit a more dangerous sneer.

He greeted Augustus's calm, the corners of his lips outlined a cruel arc, and said: "I have known that you are a smart little fellow, I didn't expect you to be able to see so thoroughly, yes, what you say is the truth, but so what? Before I have the next heir, Mark will be my only heir after all, even if I hate this waste." If, Augustus, you come here with these arguments, which are factual but feeble, and therefore think you can leave safely, then I must tell you in all seriousness that you will be disappointed, but you will never have a chance to regret it. ”

Augustus jerked back, his narrow sword at his throat, and he was a finger's throw away from the spear in his vest.

Francis suddenly constricted his pupils, but he still couldn't catch up.

As if the layers of snow-white collars around his neck were too tight on his neck, Augustus first loosened his collar, then looked at the quiet ornate carriage beside him, and turned his head again and smiled abruptly.

"If I dare to come, I certainly don't just take these assumptions for granted. ”

The pace of his speech had slowed, and as he spoke each word earnestly, his expression became calmer and calmer, until at last his face was expressionless.

"Since I have returned, of course, it can only be because I have concluded that you will not dare to kill me. ”

From not knowing how to kill, to not daring to kill, but in just a few minutes, it seems that it is only a change in Augustus's language, but of course this is also a change in his attitude.

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