Chapter 524 Bloody Night

The hall suddenly boiled, the wooden table was overturned to the ground, the dishes holding the dishes made a crackling sound, and the soup flowed everywhere along the cracks in the stone slabs.

It was the first time for the two sons sitting next to the Duke to witness a life-and-death fight at such a close distance. The older Cole drew his sword and stood in front of his father, but his posture was extremely stiff, completely losing the leisurely complacency that he usually had during training; and Ten Seven-year-old Lance simply shrank behind the chair.

Calvin sighed secretly. If it weren't for Edith, the two of them might not be so miserable. But compared to the Pearl of the North, the gap is huge. Maybe even they themselves have accepted their fate and lost it. The courage to chase.

The Duke looked towards the center of the banquet hall. The eldest daughter had already set her sights on Ed Horse, the strongest person in the room.

She first picked up a bottle of ale and threw it at the opponent, forcing him to turn around. Then she jumped up, jumped onto a long wooden table, and swung her sword at him from a high position. She moved as fast as a civet in the snow. Ed blocked hastily, and little bits of fire burst out from where the sword blades met.

In the space of a few breaths, Edith had already swung five or six swords, making a series of clanking sounds, like the footsteps of the God of Death approaching. However, Ed showed an astonishing momentum at the critical moment and neutralized all the attacks. The two of them were fighting inextricably around the long table. Several knights from the Hoth family had fallen from swords around them, but not only did he not flinch, but he became more courageous as he fought.

Calvin couldn't help but worry.

Edith had already been through a big battle before, and the bloodstains on her armor proved that even if she was not injured, her physical strength must have been consumed a lot. In addition, women are naturally weak in terms of strength, so it would obviously be detrimental to her to continue fighting like this.

But there was no trace of fear on Edith's face.

Her eyes were fixed on the opponent, her bright eyes were like twinkling stars, and you could see the sweat rising from her tips every time she struck the sword. Although her strength gradually weakened, she still chose to suppress her opponents with airtight attacks.

Ed seemed to have noticed this. He roared and raised his sword to counterattack in an effort to hurt both sides. The Pearl of the North was obviously unwilling to exchange blood for blood and withdrew his sword to counterattack. The difference in strength finally showed its result. Edith's long sword was shaken away, her body lost balance, and she fell from the long table!

The Duke's heart suddenly rose to his throat, "Damn it! Go help her—"

But even the nearest guard couldn't help - everything was happening too fast.

After Edith landed, she did not get up as quickly as possible, but cut off the legs of the long table with a flat chop. At this time, Ed Hoss was jumping on the long table, raising his hands high, trying to use a strike He killed his opponent with a powerful and heavy slash, without even noticing that the former fell right on the edge of the long table.

A scene that stunned Calvin appeared. The table that lost one foot made the knight completely lose his balance. If the table had just overturned, he might have been able to jump away easily, but at that moment, all his strength was concentrated on his arms. , his feet were fixed on the table like nails, and his body leaned forward, which was a standard chopping action! Ed fell down like a dog chewing mud, his head hit the floor hard, and he could hear the dull sound clearly.

There will be no chance of turning back.

Edith jumped on Ed's back, took out the dagger from her waist, and pierced Ed's neck. As her hands twisted, the knight's body twitched like a stroke.

Is this...a coincidence?

No... The Duke realized that he had fallen into the trap set by Edith the moment he jumped on the long table. From the beginning when his opponent occupied the high ground and beat him back to the high ground, he saw the hope of turning defeat into victory, and the advantages accumulated from repeated strength competitions made him regard violent attacks as the best way to determine the winner. ——The opponent's increasingly weak resistance boosted Ed's confidence, so the last blow was a complete blow to the limit. According to a normal competition, Edith would never have been able to block this blow.

But this also caused him to completely lose the opportunity to adjust his balance.

Facing a numerical gap three times their own, the resistance of the two nobles could not last long. Half a quarter of an hour later, the banquet hall became quiet again. The fire was still burning quietly, but there was a smell of blood in the freely flowing wine.

The Duke stepped down from the main seat and looked around. The little nobles lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.

"Count Lista and Count Hoth have attempted to rebel against King Wimbledon and have been punished. Now you have a chance to choose. Will you obey the orders of these two corpses on the ground, or serve the new king?"

This time the answer was uniform and no other noise could be heard.

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"Is this good?" The study wiped the blood on his daughter's forehead with a handkerchief, "Will His Majesty Roland Wimbledon accept us?"

"You were still calling him a rebel king yesterday," Edith joked, "You decided to surrender to him so quickly?"

"Isn't that what you said," the Duke glared at her, "Anyway, it's better to surrender as soon as possible if we can't defeat him. If we can't win your Majesty's trust, we will become the public enemies of the nobles!"

The execution of two great nobles without a trial by an arbitral tribunal has broken the basic bottom line for nobles to fight. If it weren't for the frequent wars in Graycastle in the past two years, with the lords changing over and over again, and with Tifeko as an example, he would never have dared to do what Edith said.

"I have no idea."

"Wha...what?" The Duke's heart trembled and he almost dropped his handkerchief. "You don't know?"

"Yes, we can only try our best to show sincerity, but in the end, it is still the fourth prince himself who decides the fate of the North. Don't make a mistake about this, father." Edith said casually, "He is still possible If you send your cronies to take over the North, your title may be cut off. This is not surprising. I only know that if you don't try, the Kande family will have no chance. Compared with what is destined to be Destroyed, now we at least have the possibility to continue.”

Calvin was stunned for a long time before he sat down on the chair glumly. He knew that his daughter was right, but this answer was still difficult for him to accept.

He didn't want to lose his title as Duke.

Edith suddenly laughed, "Don't be discouraged, father. You will have to take advantage of the situation early tomorrow morning to recover the mansions and fiefdoms of the two earls. Besides, how this matter will turn out in the end depends largely on It depends on how much ability the defector can show." She paused, "Sincerity is the ticket for our negotiation, and ability determines the outcome of the negotiation."

Calvin frowned and said, "What do you mean..."

"I will escort these two heads to the royal capital, father," she smiled sweetly, "please let me be your envoy." 8