Hearing the news of the death of his savior, the old nobleman Jason Strandhald bowed his head in mourning, "I'm sorry to hear this, please mourn." ”

The Duke of Salentos's mood gradually calmed down, "Let's stop talking about these sad things, let's get down to business, Sir Stronghall, since your perception is so good, you must know why I came." ”

"Hmm...... You sent an exaggerated number of troops to capture the Starfall Islands, and you took the initiative to find the door, must have been to find the location of the Emperor's tomb, the holy tomb of your ancestor, Emperor Salolivier Midnet, let me guess...... You are going to take the crown of emperor, crown emperor and unify the Valstad Peninsula. ”

"That's why I told me where the entrance to the mausoleum was." The duke's words were aggressive.

"No!" The old nobleman refused without fear, and he raised his head proudly. "I refuse to break my oath."

"Even if you don't say it, I know that the place I'm looking for is under this castle, and you think only you can sense the breath?"

The old nobleman spread his hands innocently, "Your Majesty, you can look for it at will, no one will stop you." ”

"Do you have to send someone to bring in cannons, blow up your castle, and then find the entrance to the mausoleum myself?" The duke said angrily: "Why bother? I'm just here to retrieve the inheritance of my ancestors, and you have no reason to refuse my request! ”

"You are wrong, I have reason to refuse, dare to ask if you know that I have other titles besides the identity of Baron Stronghall?"

"What title?"

"Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, the duty of every generation of the Stroohard family." Speaking of this name, the old nobleman's face was full of pride, and his tone became confident.

"We were once feudal lords under the Emperor, and my ancestors swore to protect the tomb of Emperor Salorière for generations to come, and I, as the current head of the family, should keep this sacred promise."

"Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre? Is that the real reason why you instructed your servants to pretend to be ghosts and not let outsiders come near? ”

"Exactly, this is the age of gunpowder weapons, and the high walls and walls can no longer guarantee the safety of the mausoleum, so I simply gave up the armed defense, deliberately left the door wide open, made the outer wall look dilapidated and deserted, and ordered the servants to pretend to be ghosts to drive away those pesky explorers."

"Since your ancestors are loyal to my family, am I, as the rightful heir to the Midknights, your current monarch?"

"Of course yes, Your Majesty the Duke."

"Then I command you, in your capacity as sovereign, Sir Stronghold, to give you the location of the entrance to the mausoleum."

The old nobleman's tone became more and more confident, and even began to take on a provocative meaning: "The mission of the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre is to refuse all people to enter the forbidden land, not even the duke. Just because your last name is Midknight doesn't mean you're eligible to enter the mausoleum. ”

Speaking of which, he noticed General Dalí's angry expression, and then changed his words, "Well, there are exceptions, and you, as the current head of the Midknight family, have an extra chance. ”

"What chance?"

"A knightly duel, Your Majesty. Any descendant of an emperor must prove his prowess by defeating the contemporary Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre in a knightly duel in order to be eligible to enter the mausoleum. ”

Dalí felt that this was very ridiculous, and he spread his hands and expressed his incomprehension: "Knight duel? It's ridiculous! Are you kidding? What age is this! Still messing with this set of things from hundreds of years ago? ”

"It's a bit outdated, I admit, but as a contemporary guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, I insist on playing by the rules.

Otherwise, even if I die, I will not reveal the location of the entrance to the mausoleum, and even if you raze my family castle to the ground, you will not be able to enter, I can assure you. ”

The old nobleman's smug expression completely infuriated Dalí, and he stood up and shouted, "Do you know who you are threatening? You stubborn old antique! Let me teach you the etiquette that a courtier should have! ”

Seeing that someone was making things difficult for his monarch, General Dalí became angry, and he wanted to draw his sword, but the duke stretched out his hand to stop him: "General Dalí, don't be rude!" Retire! ”

"But he dared to ......" Dalí glared fiercely at Baron Jason, reluctantly put his sword into the sheath, and whispered, "Yes, Your Majesty." Then he stood silently to the side.

The Duke of Salantos turned his head and looked up at the tall old nobleman: "Want a knight duel?" Come on! How far do you have to fight before you can speak? ”

"Until death or admitting defeat, if I die in a duel, my family will inform you of the entrance to the mausoleum." The old nobleman replied calmly.

The duke was somewhat fond of this stubborn old nobleman, and admired in his heart his keeping of his promise, and did not want to hurt him: "I really don't understand, are you stubborn or stupid?" Since I can see my strength clearly, is it necessary to go through this form? ”

"It is necessary, and I am willing to give my life in order to keep my vow."

"Then I tell you, Sir Jason Stronghold, don't look at your size, but you have no chance of winning in front of me."

"Not necessarily,"

Baron Jason had already made up his mind, so he no longer felt afraid, he looked confident, and said bluntly: "Looking at the records in the book, you are a very unique descendant of divine blood, your magic talent is very poor, it can be said that you don't know anything, you can only use magic weapons to cast spells, and your talent is reflected in physical strength. ”

"It seems that you are afraid of the magic of the Star Mystic Sect, and not afraid of going head-to-head?" The Duke said with a sneer.

"Let me tell you a story about what I am capable of, when I was 15 years old, I was on a mission with my father to a neighboring country, and I was bored and wanted to go out, so I stole my father's sword, put on a festive mask to cover my face, and I crawled out of the vines outside the window, and mixed with the crowd into a lively venue.

After entering, I learned that it was organized by the Continental Combat Association of Ulasis, the 511th International Sword Exchange Conference, a first-class event for sword cold weapon cultivators.

At that time, I was purely out of a child's playful mentality, constantly looking for people to challenge, and at first they didn't take me seriously, but gradually, the number of people who lost under my hands increased, and they all began to get serious, and even resorted to killing moves. And in front of me, a swordsman of any genre can't last more than 10 seconds.

As the number of onlookers grew, the masters in the venue also heard the news and began to challenge me, and it only took me half a day to defeat almost all the sword masters in the continent, including the twelve Oraces Sword Masters certified by the Combat Association.

The guys didn't know that their opponent was a naïve little girl, and they often used bad moves against me, but they still didn't work.

In order to save some face for themselves, they began to use their imaginations, saying that the short masked man was an evil ghost, and that they would report it to the local Templar church and have them send an exorcist to subdue me, and finally forced me to flee the venue.

Until now, the absurd legend about the 'evil spirit swordsman' is still widely circulated, which is really ridiculous.

Okay, that's the story.

Now that I'm an adult, I'm not what I used to be.

Even so, are you going to stick to a knightly duel? ”