At this moment, Richard was sitting alone on the edge of the bed, holding his forehead with both hands, and what had just happened was replaying in his consciousness one by one, extremely clear.

Suddenly, Richard initially had only a clear sense of potential danger, so when he was extremely angry at the attack of the servants, he chose to fight back with all his might, and mercilessly disabled the two servants as soon as he got started, but also fell to the ground under the attack of the third servant. This was something Richard had long anticipated, and he was not so arrogant as to think that he would be able to win under the siege of three warriors above level 8. Being able to defeat two is already the result of the suppression of combat skills plus surprise.

Although it was the first time he had experienced such a conflict, Richard knew that there was indeed a sense of decency about Akmund in the midst of the conflict. Such conflicts abound in Faust, but they are not uncommon. Every family that has become stationed in Faust has some old hatred and new hatred with the old giants. So Richard was also prepared to be insulted, and Falk's foot on his head was also considered an insult, but it went to the extreme, and it was an insult that was enough to cause a blood feud. However, in the next moment, everything changed.

In retrospect, the force that burst from Faulk's foot was enough to crush Richard's skull and stomp his head like a broken porcelain!

Falk wanted to kill him! It wasn't a whim, it was a long-planned murder!

Never before has Richard been so close to death. The Blood Parrot's attack on him was so swift that Richard didn't even have time to get scared. And this time it was different, the terrifying pressure from the sole of the shoe, and the squeak of his skull under the weight, were all replayed in consciousness very clearly, over and over again.

Richard's hands were cold and trembling, and he felt a sense of weakness in his body, as if he would lose consciousness and sink into the infinite darkness in the next moment. A tingling pain came from his fingers, which was the sequelae of repeatedly colliding with the body of an eighth-level warrior with his fist without any fancy tricks, and his knuckles were slightly swollen, irritated by sweat. But Richard was thankful for the pain that kept him awake. And the sweat has long been gushing out, and the soaked clothes are tightly clinging to the skin, which is indescribably uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Alyselle and Goliath, if that kick really stepped on the bottom...... Richard couldn't help but think about it, and over and over again. He wanted to control himself, but he didn't suppress the fear in his heart.

When the anger and humiliation are temporarily gone, only the fear of death remains. It was a great fear that Richard had never imagined!

He lifted his head and forced himself to look at the qiē in the room, and to look closely in order to banish the fear. However, the usual talent for precision became erratic at this moment, and countless numbers appeared, but Richard did not understand their meaning, as if his entire consciousness was completely frozen. It wasn't until the surprisingly long war knife appeared in his sight that Richard's heart jumped.

Richard's room was not large, just two ensuites inside and outside. The area of the bedroom is only a dozen square meters, so this long knife, which has a blade of one and a half meters alone, occupies a lot of space. As there was no scabbard, it was simply wrapped in animal skins and placed horizontally on the writing desk in front of the window. At this moment, the fur opened its corner, revealing a sharp blade inside.

Richard's heart was beating, and as if he were enchanted, he jumped out of bed, walked slowly to the desk, grasped the hilt of the knife, removed the skin that wrapped the blade, and then closed his eyes, breathing slowly and deeply.

This is an ancient long knife, which can also be used for sword stabbing due to its shape, and the silk thread wrapped around the handle has been somewhat worn, but it is still comfortable to hold. Between breaths, Richard's consciousness slowly spread through the hilt to the entire blade, and the silver moon elf blood in his body began to flow slowly, absorbing the faint moon power in the firmament and pouring it into the blade. As a result, the long blade slowly took on a faint color, and it changed with the different power of the moon.

It was only then that Richard's mood slowly settled, because the feeling of holding the knife in his hand was the feeling of strength in his body.

He couldn't help but start thinking back to what had just happened again, but this time the situation began to be different, if he had this long knife in his hand during the simulated street corner conflict, when he felt the danger, he had enough time to trigger the power of the String Moon, and with the increase in power brought by the explosion, the instant lethality increased by three times, and a single Feather Fall Domain was enough to kill most of the servants and noble youths present, and then the destruction of the Blue Moon would also bring heavy damage to Fokke.

Only when he was really close to death, and even touched the blade of the scythe of death, did Richard truly know fear and the importance of strength. If no one stopped Fakker in time, even if the Akmund family pursued it afterwards, the Joseph family had to execute Falk, but Richard himself was dead. Dead people cannot fulfill any wishes and dreams.

His thoughts finally calmed down, and the qiē in front of him began to return to normal, Richard exhaled a long breath and slowly put down the long knife.

Richard sat in front of the window and began to think about what happened today, and many doubts surfaced one by one, and he always felt that one of them was very abnormal, and then he realized that he knew too little about the family and the world outside the family, and he could not connect every link reasonably. At this time, a thick feeling of tiredness swept over Richard's weak body, and rushed to his heart, so that he could not help but lie down on the desk and fall into a deep sleep.

After some time, a brass bell in the room shook under the power of the demon, waking Richard from his sleep. Rubbing his misty eyes, Richard realized that it was already night, and the room was pitch black, except for the moonlight shining through the window.

The brass bell was still ringing, accompanied by a gentle knock on the door, Richard went over to knock on the door, but the butler outside the door did not inform him to go to dinner, but came to take him to the basement of the main building of the castle to participate in the internal trial of the family.

After a few moments, a confused Richard followed the butler to the basement level of the castle's main building.

The corridors here are dry and stuffy instead of the dark and damp parts of the castle grounds, but are dry and stuffy. After passing through the gate, guarded by two heavily armed knights, Richard was ushered into a sizable underground hall.

The hall, which covers an area of several hundred square meters, is two stories high, and the rock-made walls are decorated with a few crimson flags.

Five chairs were placed on the floor at the end of the hall, with Gordon in the center, Goliath to the right of Gordon, and Ellie in the past. To the left of Gordon sat an elderly teacher, and a middle-aged man in black leather armor with a cold face. There were still many Akmunds standing along the walls on either side of the hall, and even Richard saw a few young men and women he had seen at that dinner.

Richard also walked to the edge of the crowd and stood still, when the two large wooden doors with iron edges in the hall slowly closed, and with the sound of a desolate bell, a corner door opened on one side of the hall, and a stout samurai with his shirt carried Wolin to the center of the hall.