This troublesome affair from the princess was over by the time Salvatore arrived.

Three knight duels, a total of six people participated, all of them were big knights, and any one of them was enough to dominate a small-scale war.

In the first game, Scott played and was defeated.

In the second game, Goulander played, fought for a while, and finally lost accidentally.

The princess on the high platform looked at the dueling table with a cold face, and did not show joy for winning the first two duels.

She wants to win all three games.

In this way, he can find an excuse to remove the Knights and give away the gifts he has carefully prepared.

Originally, everything was under control, and she was not worried about losing, because she had already inquired about the information about Scot and Goland.

But why did a Salvatore pop up!

The third duel was about to begin, and the two contestants slowly took a few steps forward.

Seeing that the two were about to walk on the dueling platform, the princess suddenly said:

"Salvatore, are you sure you want to help William in the game? You are his teacher, aren't you Samir's teacher? ”

Under the armor of the sword, he paused.

Salvatore's eyes blinked twice, and finally he took a firm step:

"I've heard the saying that putting the impossible into reality is a true sign of perseverance."

"Pretty good for a knight, isn't it?"

The princess's face was blue and she didn't say a word. The other party's answer has clearly stated his position, even if he will suffer from her hostility in the future, he will help William.

Why!

The princess just wanted to ask why. A transparent prince is about to go to Barron, and no one knows if he can return to the royal capital, why is it worth your Salvatore's help?

Lots of questions and would love to ask.

But she didn't say anything, just sat down in her chair.

William smiled slightly, this sentence came out of Salvatore's mouth so beautifully.

In any case, this time he owes him a favor.

Two steps behind William, Scott and Gooland stood behind him, one left and one right, with a long sword at their waists and a helmet in their left hands, with solemn expressions.

Although the previous two duels were lost, fortunately, they were all up to the point and there was no blood.

Gurlander pursed his lips slightly as he looked at Salvatore as he walked up to the dueling ring, and glanced at William, only to see that his back was as straight as a sword unsheathed, and he was holding a little red-haired girl in his right hand.

He doesn't seem to be worried at all?

Pretend to be calm, or do you have a plan?

Before Goulander could look away, Serrane seemed to sense something and looked back at him. With a well-behaved smile, he held Tibbs and shook his hand. "Hello." Goulande nodded in greeting and said hello silently.

On the dueling platform, Salvatore took a step forward, and the great sword pressed down like a mountain.

Syllable... Syllable......

The greatsword crushed the enemy with unparalleled power, and the sharp blade crossed the enemy's neck.

All eyes fell on Salvatore.

New and bright armor, cold eyes, sharp blades.

He is the Knight Captain of Thornblade.

"I lost." The lead knight simply conceded defeat and turned to look at William:

"Seventeenth prince, one win in three games, you have passed the test of the king. Good luck with Barron. ”

With that, he left with the two knights. And the princess was gone long before them.

……

"Mr. Salvatore, your presence was unexpected by me."

"But I'm here anyway."

"Hahaha, yes, you're here anyway."

Successfully surviving a small crisis, William was in a happy mood, and what made him even happier was Salvatore, this teacher was really different from mortals, and had a pair of discerning eyes.

To tell the truth, the mother of the thirteenth prince is indeed powerful.

She only made a request to the king to "care for William", and created this lore environment.

Once Scott and the other knights were replaced, William was left to be rounded and flattened in her hands, not to mention successfully gaining a foothold in the Barron Territory, whether she could reach the Barron Territory smoothly was a question.

If he is still the original William......

Unfortunately, now he is the Lord of Blood and Fire, the owner of the Heart of Origi.

……

With the departure of the princess and others, today's events quickly spread throughout the royal capital, and the nobles of all sizes heard a word or two.

It seemed that overnight, William, the transparent prince, was dyed with a layer of color, and it became clearer.

People no longer have the impression of him as "the seventeenth prince who arrogantly challenged the Dorn".

Instead, it became "the seventeenth prince who was about to go to the Barron Territory".

When you think about it, it doesn't seem to get any better.

Being regarded as arrogant attracts criticism at best, and being concerned about the Barron is enough to show that the Barron is already a murderer.

……

When I returned to my accommodation, I changed the gauze on my left hand.

A straight red blood mark in the center of the palm was now bloodless, but the red flesh sprouts were even more scarlet.

"William, that bad woman ran away."

Thrani sat at the head of the bed with the bear in her arms, her feet dangling, and her mouth pursed slightly as she spoke:

"Why is it over so soon, and Thranie hasn't made a move yet."

William, who was in a good mood, rubbed her head and said softly:

"I have a hunch that you're going to make a move soon."

"Great."

Seeing that William had begun to practice his sword again, Serrane carried Tibbs to the courtyard to play. She had a backpack full of a few gadgets she had bought from the capital, which she and Tiebs both liked.

……

Time flies.

The kingdom of Sydes is in full bloom on May 11th.

In the early morning of this day, the royal capital had just woken up from its slumber, and the streets were slowly entering the time when they were full of people.

Suddenly, the sound of roaring horses' hooves came from ahead.

The people on the street hurriedly got out of the way and hid on both sides, while stretching their necks to follow the voice.

A troop of knights, all tall horses and armoured. Behind the ranks of knights were foot soldiers escorting the carriages, which looked like they were moving.

"What kind of knight is this, how have you never seen it?"

"It's a royal coat of arms!"

"I guess it's the prince who will take it, I heard that a prince is going to Barron to get it, it's not a good place."

In the Knights, Scott walked in front with a dozen people, and at the back of the convoy was Gulander and others to hold back. They were the same escort team that followed William.

As he walked out of the capital, a burning sight from the city walls caught William's attention:

"Mr. Salvatore."

At first glance, I saw Salvatore, who was dressed in a simple suit today, and looked at William with a smile on his lips.

On the city wall, there were many acquaintances: the second prince, the thirteenth prince, and the thirteenth mother, "Hey, the eldest prince is here too." William waved at the crowd.

The thirteenth prince's lips twitched, not knowing what he was talking about.

His arms were hung from his chest with gauze, and his face was not as bright as it was when he duel with William, but slightly pale.

Standing next to him was his mother:

"Don't worry, he won't live for more than three months."