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Angel-like wings

I'll follow you

Fly to the distant Arak steppe

In the fragrance of the grassland

Leaning on your warm shoulders

The intoxicating ping sun in the west"

In the splendid hall, a young girl was singing with a small poetry qin in her hand

The melodious sound of the piano flowed slowly from her white jade-like fingers, blending with the heavenly sound pouring out from between her lightly opened vermilion lips, bringing the guests in the hall to the evening grassland, listening to one in the warm embrace of the setting sun. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the whispers of the young girl to her lover.

The nobles and wealthy merchants, who were well-dressed and gathered around the maidens and young women, who were desperately trying to please women with elegant and humorous words, fell silent, and the girls' singing seemed to calm the impulse of the hunt in their hearts; The scantily clad women who tried their best to show off their seductive curves and rich cleavage in front of their suitors were also awakened by the song, and their faces showed the sadness of the beauty of being late.

In the fireplace, the fiery charcoal crackled and a few sparks splashed from time to time, and the hall was immersed in the warm spring mood. War was a disaster for the common people, but it did not affect the life of the nobles. A change of regime does not affect the privileges of the aristocracy.

Christine leaned against the wall and looked at the singing girl quietly, her eyes fascinated.

"I'm the one who likes her. Or do you like her singing?"

The red wine glass slowly swirled in his hand. But Christine couldn't think of an answer, he only knew that from the first meeting, his heart beat violently for her.

The girl in front of her has a beautiful appearance, a tall figure, and blue eyes like the sky, and she is as pure as a lily in bloom against the backdrop of a white evening dress. There is a vermilion beauty mole in the middle of her forehead, like the eye of a god's hand, adding endless charm to her. The girlish style flowing between her eyebrows, just like the dew drops on the petals, made her beauty suddenly come to life and illuminate the entire hall.

The music stopped, and the girl put down Shiqin and looked around the hall with a smile.

In the hall, there was a round of applause.

"Bessie, can you do it again?" Someone muttered loudly.

"Alright, let's take care of it first," someone interrupted the muttering with a laugh.

"This song is to thank you all for coming to my birthday party, thank you for your convenience," Beth bowed to the guests, turned around and handed Shiqin into the hands of the maid. Then he raised his hand slightly.

The music began to play again, and the maids were like butterflies, carrying food and wine plates to and from the venue, sending the host's hospitality to the guests.

The hall was alive again.

At this moment, a knight dressed as a squire came into the middle of the field and said in a loud voice:

"I'm sorry to delay you, please be quiet"

The eyes of the guests were immediately focused on the knight.

"Today is Bessie's eighteenth birthday, and my host, Viscount Christine, has a special gift for her

With that, the knight retreated to Christine's side.

"Oh my God, he's Viscount Christine, the heir to the Robert family"

"Master of the Knights Templar"

"Isn't he in the capital, how can he be here?"

In the hall, there was a burst of exclamations. The eyes that people look at Christine are full of surprise, admiration, awe, and envy.

From the beginning of the drinking party, this mysterious youth attracted the attention of some, because at such a family-style party, few people would wear a formal knight's uniform. And Chris is handsome in appearance, good upbringing, and elegant manners. made many people secretly speculate that he might be from a high-ranking aristocratic family.

But these people didn't expect that he was actually the heir of the Robert family, one of the three most powerful families in the kingdom, and Viscount Christine, the head of the Holy Light Knights.

Christine took off the ornate dagger hanging from her waist, smiled and walked straight towards Bess, who was in the field.

He doesn't care about the various eyes cast on him, he has long been used to it, and he only has the woman he likes in his eyes.

Christine came to Beth's side, knelt down on one knee in front of her, raised the sword above her head with both hands, and said solemnly:

"Beautiful Bess, I, Kristen Robert, swear to you: Bess-Rothsmann is the most beautiful and virtuous show in the world, and I will always praise her beauty and virtue, and I will always be faithful to her in all circumstances, until death. Please grant me the honor of guarding you with your kindness and wisdom."

Chris finished stealing, quietly waiting for Bess's answer.

The hall was also extremely quiet.

Christine's behavior brought a strong shock to the people in the audience, not because of his confession, but because it all came too suddenly

The knight's oath originated from the ancient knightly customs of the Stantin Continent, which have been passed down from generation to generation, and are regarded as the laws and norms that noble knights should follow. According to tradition, a noble girl who has reached the age of eighteen can have her own knight, and the young knights will also look for their own mistress.

This tradition has strong romantic overtones: when a girl accepts the vows of a noble knight, she accepts him as her sole suitor, and the knight faces the challenges of all suitors and defends his love with the sword in his hand.

Beth sighed softly. Took the short wound from Christine's hand and nodded it on his shoulder

Under.

Her hands trembled a little.

Then, she took off one of her gloves and handed it to Christine along with her dagger.

Christine took the glove with great respect, kissed it, and said, "I'll put it in my helmet, and whoever dares to touch it will die of mold."

Then, he took Bess's hand and kissed her before standing up.

The solemn look on his face vanished. In its place was infinite rejoicing. Holding up Bess's gloves, he shouted to the crowd, "Whoever has an objection, I will accept his challenge"

The men, looking at Christine with a flattering look on their faces, had a flattering smile on their faces. The women, looking at Beth with envy. Sighing for her luck. Several young nobles who liked Beth lowered their heads in disappointment, avoiding Christine's gaze.

Christine smiled, and he was pleased with the reaction.

"I have an objection"

Just then, an angry voice came from the door of the hall.

Raymond's figure appeared.

"Allow me to introduce you to a person who has come from afar," Viscount Jon stood beside him. He introduced with a smile on his face. "Old One is a great hunter from Bencktown, Mr. Raymond"

"Oh my God, this hunter has an objection"

"Hunter? Oh no. I think maybe it's the actors Viscount Jon invited to help with the fun."

"To be honest, this guy looks good"

"I wonder if I'm as energetic as a beast in bed?"

The guests chattered.

Raymond's world, however, is quiet.

His ears could not hear anyone's words, and his eyes could not see the presence of others.

Beth. Only Bessie in a stiff position, the lover who opened his heart.

Initial memories. Little by little, it is often engraved in the bottom of the heart by pure feelings, and it becomes an eternal that can never be erased.

He remembers. When he shot the ice wolf that hurt her with an arrow, she was frightened and fell into his arms and cried bitterly. The next day he walked through the forest and picked up the wolf who had caused trouble

He remembered that in the days when she was recuperating from her wounds, he fed her medicine one bite at a time, like coaxing a child. She frowned, and the cold-blooded hunter's heart softened like hot wax.

He remembered that he sat with her on the grass and watched the sunset, and she sang softly in his ear, and the song intoxicated the sunset. When the moon came out, he carried her around the grass, and her silver bell-like laughter filled the evening breeze with warmth.

He remembered. When he saw her in Eve's dress and busy in the yard, he even fantasized that if she could become his wife, she would be an ordinary hunter for the rest of her life. Also happy.

The memory is finally frozen in one piece:

She was waiting for him to come home at the intersection outside the town, and he smiled and held her hand: "It's good to have you waiting for me"

He saw her off at the intersection outside the town, and she cried and took his hand: "I will wait for you, remember"

Raymond and Beth's gaze lingered in the air, but it gradually took on a heartbreaking feeling.

"Bess, do you like me?"

Ignoring Christine, Raymond asked Bis in a tone that bordered on despair.

The young hunter's words caused many bespectacled Shinshi to lie on the ground looking for the fragments of their glasses, while the women were like goldfish out of water, their mouths wide open, constantly beating their chests, whether flat or high.

"He's the hunter who saved you?" Chris whispered in Bess's ear.

Beth came back to her senses, her gaze getting colder, and moved from Raymond to the floor of the hall.

Raymond felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff.

He believed that Beth would reach out and pull him back from the abyss.

"No, Raymond. I think you misunderstood, though, I'm grateful that you saved me, thank you" Beth shook her head and said lightly, pushing him down mercilessly.

Beth finished. Without looking at him again, he turned his head to Chris beside him and said softly, "I'm tired." Go in and rest for a while, and you'll find a way to beat him and go."

Bess vanished.

It was warm in the hall.

Raymond felt that he had been pierced by thousands of ice arrows again, and his stiff and cold body instantly turned into fragments.

The beauty of the past was disillusioned in an instant, leaving no trace.

"Idiot, you also have dissent," a young man beside Christine let out a disdainful snort.

Chris glared at the young man fiercely, and said to Raymond very gracefully: "Mr. Raymond, I am grateful that you once saved Bis as long as you need it, and Chris will work for you when you play."

Christine's words caused an exclamation.

In the eyes of everyone. This country hunter undoubtedly met with great good things, and climbed to the high branches of the empire's magnate.

But Raymond was like being drenched from head to foot by a bucket of cold water, and his chaotic brain suddenly sobered up.

"Don't thank me, I don't have any objections now. I think that in the days to come, I would rather face a high-level demonic beast than face such a watery woman haha, congratulations, Mr. Christine" Raymond finished speaking, looking up to the sky and laughing.

Christine's face became extremely ugly because of Raymond's rudeness.

The guests were also angered by Raymond's words.

"Smack". A glove landed in front of Raymond.

"According to the knightly guidelines, I, Errit, as a knight of Viscount Christine's squire, will fight you in a duel and I will use your country blood to wash away your insult to Bessie."

The young man standing beside Christine angrily threw out his gloves and pointed at Raymond loudly

Road.

"Get out, crumbs"

"Die, coward"

The guests also cursed loudly.

Raymond stared at the gloves in the field, his eyes became hot, and the blood in his whole body boiled, and it would be a shame for his life to retreat in a duel that represented the courage and dignity of a man

Raymond's body flashed. Came to the middle of the field, tiptoe across the ground. Lifting the glove in the air, he reached out and grabbed it, and the glove appeared in his palm.

"Mr. Erritt. I accept your challenge"

"He saved Bess, don't be heavy"

As Errett got up and walked into the middle of the field, Christine whispered in his ear, who nodded.

Erritt stood still, and gave a knightly salute to Raymond. In the eyes of the knights, every opponent who accepts the challenge deserves respect.

"What weapons do you need?"

Raymond raised his fist and waved: "I'll use it"

"It's a knight who has been canonized standing in front of you, and I hope you won't regret your decision," Erritt laughed, apparently enraged by Raymond's hubris.

"Standing across from you is the best hunter, it should be enough" Raymond Leng. Multi-channel.

The ornate hall of Viscount Rotsmann's Mansion was gone, and so were the figures of the crowd. Raymond seemed to return to the forest where he had fought countless times, and entered absolute calm. And Erritt on the other side is nothing more than a dangerous demonic beast, a demonic beast that has already been angered by him.

"Please" Airit made a sword gesture and politely invited Raymond to a duel.

"I didn't come out first," Raymond sneered.

After years of life as a hunter, he learned to attack only after finding out the reality of his opponent and identifying the enemy's weaknesses.

Hearing this, Airit was furious, the long sword danced, the sword flower shone, and the whole person exploded towards Raymond.

Although Errit's degree is fast, in Raymond's eyes, it is much slower than that of Warcraft.

The sharp sword light in the air, in the side of the muttering, is fatal, but in Lei Meng's eyes, it is much more suppressive than the absence of the Demon Beast Dan. The beast's wildly dancing claws, though shadowy in the air, could only fall in one place, and he knew it for a long time.

"That's what you're capable of?"

Sword wind and body. Raymond smiled and took a half-step back, twisting his body. The sword flower disappeared, and the sword in Errit's hand passed close to his chest, and the two cooperated as if they had practiced countless times.

"Oh"

In exclamation. Airit, who missed the blow with one blow, did not wait for the sword to grow old, gathered his strength to twist his wrist, and the long sword changed from a stab to a slash.

Raymond didn't fight back. Continue to dodge.

In a sword light, Raymond is like a boat in a big wave, although it makes people feel very entangled, but every time it is dangerously avoided, and there is no injury.

But the more he hit, the more irritated he became.

The battle that was supposed to be resolved in an instant turned into a grappling fight due to Raymond's agile dodge. In the eyes of this experienced knight, Raymond is like a slippery fish that can always get out of his palm at the last moment.

It's even more uncomfortable. In the first few attacks, he counted, and now, this young man has the momentum of a falcon eagle. The gaze that was firmly locked on him seemed to regard it as prey. He even suspected that his opponent would not hesitate to pounce on him when he accidentally showed a flaw.

The battle continues, with Airrite attacking and Raymond dodging.

There was a deathly silence in the hall, except for the piercing screech of a sword breaking through the air, or the occasional crackling of fists and feet.

People are no strangers to the scene of the duel, but at this time, there is a feeling of fear that grips everyone's hearts like an iron tong. This duel. One side is for love and endless sorrow, the other is for the honor of knights, and it is impossible to spend it like this.

Aritt's anger and Raymond's calmness are vaguely felt. The battle will end in a rock-shattering fashion.

"You're just going to hide?" Airet stopped his attack, tucked his sword to his chest, and stared at Raymond as he asked.

"This is not all your strength, before the beast is not desperate, a good hunter will not do his best" Raymond looked at his opponent, his eyes like a torch.

"Okay, I'll do what you want" Erritt went on a complete rampage, throwing Christine's advice out of the clouds.

He suddenly jumped high, and the sword in his hand burst with silver light.

Vindictive attack. This is Erritt's true strength, a swordsman's strength

"Death"

A burst of applause. The silver light broke away from the sword body, turned into a giant sword, and slashed at Raymond's head with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Erritt's face. A cruel smile was revealed. He believed that no matter how his opponent dodged, he could easily kill him with his fighting spirit.

"Stop"

Christine's angry shouts rang out from the sidelines.

If Raymond continues to dodge, he should be saved by the owner of the voice.

But he didn't dodge anymore.

"This is the time"

Raymond gritted his teeth, and his body was like an arrow off the string, facing the fighting spirit that was split, and hit it straight down

"He's going to kill himself"

"Love. It's really harmful."

"Oh my God, I can't bear to look at it"

Looking at Raymond, who was about to collide with Dou Qi, an exclamation rang out in the hall.

The women lowered their heads, unable to bear to look at the bloody scene that was coming.

Although Christine felt that it was a great shame for Erritt to deal with a bare-handed hunter with his vindictiveness. But it was too late for him to stop it.

"Why are you doing this?" Christine looked at Raymond in the air and let out a regretful sigh. In his eyes, although this young hunter is not worthy of being his rival, he is still a very good young man.

"Boom. A bang. The vindictive spirit fell heavily on Raymond's body, bringing wisps of rags and flying all over the sky.

Arritt, who was in the air, stared blankly at Raymond, who was filled with vindictiveness, with a trace of remorse in his eyes.

Soon, people realized that things were far beyond their imagination.

Although the clothes on Raymond's body, which was beaten by the vindictive, were torn, everything stopped there

There was no expected splattering of blood, no expected screams of pain, and there wasn't even a single scar on Raymond's body

He is moving forward tenaciously in the light of his fighting spirit.

As soon as the silver fighting qi came into contact with his body, there was a piercing sound, and then it turned into a little streamer and dissipated.

All of them froze.

Christine's face also changed, because he now seemed to have a mysterious power in Raymond's body, resisting the furious attacks of his squire.

Erriter finally fell from the air with all his strength, and his feet barely looked at the ground, and a fist was already high into his throat

Looking at the fist that is getting bigger and bigger in front of me, I feel the breeze brought by the fist. Erritt's eyes were dead ash.

After launching the vindictive attack, his old strength has been exhausted and the new strength has not been born, and there is no possibility of resisting at all. And his opponent actually withstood his vindictive attack, and chose to launch a counterattack at this moment.

Every knight who fights a duel must have the courage to face death. Erritt did not lack this courage, and he chose to close his eyes and wait for death.

Raymond's fist. At the moment of hitting Erritt, he changed direction strangely and hit him in the shoulder.

"Slightly click"

"Ahh Knock down a few. Onlookers pressed down on them.

The screaming soon stopped. Erritt had passed out.

Raymond's body froze in the middle of the field like a sculpture, and his right fist remained in a horizontal position.

"Thank you, Mr. Raymond, for your mercy," Christine said to Raymond as she hurried to Erritt's side, checked the latter's injuries, and stood up to say to Raymond.

He noticed Raymond's final hesitation, and his fist changed course.

"Knight, but it's a pity for this dress, Wei'er will definitely be angry"

Ignoring him, Raymond threw Arritt's gloves back into the middle of the field, heartily stroking his torn coat. Sighing, he turned and walked out the door.

"You can look down on my origin, but you can't trample on my dignity".

Looking at the back of the young hunter who was absolutely gone, people finally understood such a simple way

And Raymond. From there, with a firm step, embarked on a new path...