"This kid's temper is quite stinky! He dares to be stubborn at such a time!" said Fawke, stepping on Richard's head and smiling at the group of aristocratic youths.

This time, however, he did not get an eager response, and all the noble youths turned pale and looked at Faulk at a loss. They had more eyes than onlookers, and not only recognized the color of Richard's aristocratic clothing, but also saw that in terms of the nobility of texture and style, Richard surpassed Walling!

They didn't understand at all why a brawl with a swollen face and a little skin would develop to this point. Looking at the large pool of blood flowing from under the head of the unknown aristocratic young man at Fokker's feet, as well as the completely torn clothes on the shoulders and backs of the heavy blows, everyone knew that this time the incident was too big and no longer good. Their background was not enough for Akmund to be angry. As long as you think of the bloody methods before and after Gordon was stationed in Faust, these aristocratic young people who have never been on the battlefield at all and have never seen much of the world can't help but feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

And at this moment in the woods, Semir suddenly burst out with an amazing momentum, she stopped turning around, and stayed at a position of 30 degrees of acute angle to the front of the poisonous snake like a cheetah, and her body began to contain explosive power at this moment!

Viper visibly nervous, apparently sensing something, told her to start it at any cost. In the face of this terrifying momentum, he was not completely sure that he could stop Semia with a crossbow arrow.

If this arrow doesn't slow Semia's ability to move and make her rush to the scene of the street corner confrontation, then even the dying Blood Paladin will be able to kill all the Joseph family in a matter of seconds!

Just as the poisonous snake was about to make a punch and pull the trigger of the crossbow machine, Semir suddenly stopped his movements, slowly stood up straight, and then looked at the poisonous snake with the eyes of a dead man, and said in a mocking tone: "You have done a really good job in this game, even I have to admire it! Unfortunately, the only thing you lack is luck." The next time you want to carry out a similar conspiracy, remember to go to the Eternal Dragon Temple and pray! ”

Almost at the same time, the poisonous snake felt two powerful auras rising not far away, and its face immediately changed!

At this moment, with a somewhat distorted smile on his face, all the fighting energy burned in his body, converging into explosive power, and he stepped on the foot of Richard's head and stomped it hard!

That's what Fokker has really been for so far!

Fokker believes that after a lot of camouflage in front, this momentary force can completely make all the hidden powerhouses around him have no time to react. By the time they rushed in front of them, Richard had already received a fatal blow!

Needless to say, Richard will definitely have strong people around him to protect him. However, according to the aristocracy, the strong men of each family would not interfere in such fights and brawls between young children. It is a very hypocritical principle of fairness to resolve the contradictions of the same class at the same level, but it is also a tempering of the younger generation, a respect for individual strength, and at the same time to avoid a huge family being dragged down by some things.

But there is a bottom line in everything, and that is human life.

As the younger generation of the Joseph family with the right to inherit, no one would have imagined that he would be so crazy.

And only Fokker himself clearly knew that as the biological son of Duke Joseph, a talented warrior, he was destined to be a victim of the family, not this time, but the next time. The fate-determining factor was that his mother was only a low-status commoner, and his own talent was not good enough to reverse his fate. On the contrary, because of the aura of talent, he was even more doomed to the fate of his victim.

Before entering the family power sequence, the value of the children of the nobility was still arranged by bloodline. So, in essence, Wallin and Falk are on par, and Richard and Falk are on par.

Having killed Richard, Falk could not have been spared.

The worst outcome for Fokker was to be killed on the spot by the strong men of the Akmund family, and the best outcome was to return to the family and die a dignified death, so as to give an explanation to the Akmund family, as well as to the Holy Alliance royal family and the wealthy family of Faust.

The loss of a son by Duke Joseph and the loss of a son by the Marquis de Gordon is a very fair result, at least it seems.

However, from another point of view, the Joseph family lost only a warrior who might not be able to enter the Sanctuary, and Akmund lost a future Grand Constructor, and the loss was completely incomparable. To put it mildly, even a hundred Fokkers are not as good as a finger of Richard.

The Joseph family chose to launch at this time for this reason. Richard had not yet set his own feet, and no matter how much potential and talent he had, he was still only the son of the Marquis of Gordon. If, in time, Richard is officially appointed as the family constructor, or receives a knighthood, even if it is just a landless knight, he cannot just exchange the price of a duke's son, at least a branch of the family will have to be handed over at that time. This is fairness on the political zhì.

But the limited loss thrown by the Joseph family was the whole of Faulk's life!

However, at this moment, Fakker suddenly found that the world in front of him suddenly dimmed, and he could barely see anything. And in the center of his vision, a dark giant sword seemed to emerge from the void, instantly occupying all of his vision! The invisible pressure enveloped Faulk's whole body first, making him almost breathless.

"Am I going to die?" the thought flashed through Faulk's consciousness, and he simply closed his eyes in despair, but stepped on his right foot even more. Even if it is death, it is not a loss to pull a future great builder on the road.

Just as the greatsword was about to pierce into Faulk's chest, another ordinary long sword flew horizontally, knocking the greatsword away! Fakker had just breathed a sigh of relief, when he suddenly found that his whole body was stiff and could no longer move, and his right foot could not be stepped on at all. He screamed desperately in his heart, burning with all the fighting energy he could muster, trying to break free from the restraints, but this force was too strong, so strong that there was no resistance at all! At the last point, he could step on Richard's head, and now this last bit of distance has become as far away as the moat.

Desperate to find that his body was rising, he still tried to kick his right foot in an attempt to give Richard a fatal blow. It only takes one moment and he's got enough to pay for!

A large man with a muscular figure appeared in front of Falk, and even the onlookers didn't notice when he appeared.

This is a middle-aged man, with a steel needle-like beard and short hair, which makes him look particularly hideous and powerful. His rugged and fierce aura gave the surrounding aristocratic young people the illusion that they were not facing a person, but an ancient beast.

The big man grabbed Fokker's neck in one hand and an ordinary long sword in the other, grinning wide, and let out a roaring laugh like he came out of purgatory. Behind him, a young and beautiful woman appeared, but her short red hair, an obvious scar on the right side of her face, a cold murderous aura, and a dark black giant sword with a faint blood light in her hand made the men automatically stop their unrealistic reverie about her.