The hall was boiling, wooden tables were overturned, dishes with dishes crackled and crisp, and soup trickled down the cracks in the stone slabs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the first time that the two sons sitting next to the Duke had witnessed a life-and-death fight so closely, the older Cole drew his sword in front of his father, but his posture was extremely stiff, completely devoid of the leisurely comfort of his usual training, while the seventeen-year-old Lance simply shrunk behind his chair.

Calvin sighed secretly, if it weren't for Edith, the two might not seem so unbearable, but compared to the Pearl of the Northland, the gap is incomparably bigger, maybe even they themselves have resigned themselves to their fate and lost the courage to catch up.

The Duke looked into the center of the banquet hall, where the eldest daughter had already set her sights on Ed Hoss, the strongest in the room.

She first picked up a bottle of ale and smashed it at the other man, forcing him to turn around, then jumped up on a long wooden table, and slashed at him with a sword condescendingly, like a snow civet. Ed hastily blocked, and a little fire erupted from the blade strike.

In a few breaths, Edith had already swung five or six swords, clanging sounds in a string, like the approaching footsteps of death, and Eddard erupted with amazing momentum at the moment of crisis, and all the attacks were neutralized. The two fought around the long table, and several knights of the Hoth family had fallen from their swords, but not only did he not flinch, but he became more and more courageous.

Calvin couldn't help but get worried.

Edith had already fought a big battle before, and the bloodstains on her armor proved that even if she wasn't injured, her physical strength must have been consumed a lot, and women were naturally weak in terms of strength, so it was obviously not good for her to continue to fight.

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

Her eyes were fixed on each other, her bright eyes were like twinkling stars, and the sweat in her hair could be seen in every fencing. Despite her waning power, she chose to overwhelm her opponent with airtight attacks.

Ed seemed to notice this, he roared, desperately raising his sword to fight back, the pearl of the Northland was obviously unwilling to exchange blood for blood, and withdrew his sword to block. The difference in strength finally showed its results, and Edith's longsword was shaken open, and her body lost her balance and fell off the long table!

The Duke's heart instantly rose to his throat, "Damn it! go and help her—"

But even the nearest guards struggled to lend a helping hand - it all happened too fast.

Edith didn't get up as soon as she landed, but cut off the leg of the long table with a flat slash, and Ed Haws was jumping on the long table, raising his hands in the air, trying to kill his opponent with a powerful slash, completely unaware that the former fell right on the edge of the long table.

Calvin was stunned by the scene, the loss of a foot on the table made the knight completely unbalanced - if it was just the table toppling overturned, he might have been able to jump away easily, but at that moment the strength of his whole body was concentrated on his arms, his feet were fixed on the table like nails, and his body leaned forward, which was the standard chopping action!

There will be no more turnarounds.

Edith jumped on Ed's back, pulled the dagger from her waist, and plunged it straight into Ed's neck, the knight's body twitching like a stroke as her hands twisted.

This is...... Coincidental?

No...... The Duke realizes that he has fallen into the trap laid by Edith the moment he jumps onto the long table. From the beginning of being occupied by the opponent to regaining the high place, he saw the hope of turning defeat into victory in his heart, and the advantages accumulated from repeated strength competitions made him regard fierce attacks as the best way to distinguish the victory - the opponent's weaker and weaker resistance boosted Ed's confidence, so the final blow was completely used to the limit of his strength, and if it was a normal competition, Edith would never be able to block this blow.

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

In the face of a three-fold difference in numbers, the resistance of the two nobles did not last long, and after half an hour, the banquet hall fell silent again. The fire was still burning silently, but there was a smell of blood in the unbridled flow of wine.

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

"The Earls of Lista and Earl Howth have been sanctioned for their attempts to rebel against the King of Wimbledon, and now you have a choice, do you obey the orders of these two corpses on the ground, or serve the new king?"

This time, the answers were uniform, and no other murmurs could be heard.

......

"Is that good?" Calvin wiped the blood from his daughter's forehead with a handkerchief in the study, "Your Majesty Roland Wimbledon will accept us, right?"

"You still called him a traitor yesterday," Tritis quipped, "and you decided to submit to him so soon?"

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

The direct execution of two nobles without the trial of the arbitration tribunal has broken the basic bottom line of the nobles' war. If it weren't for the frequent wars in Grey Keep in the past two years, the lords in various places have changed one stubble after another, and with Tifeco as an example, he would never have dared to kill as Edith said.

"I don't know. ”

"What...... What?" the Duke's heart trembled, and he almost dropped his handkerchief on the ground, "You don't know?"

"Yes, we can only try to show sincerity, but in the end, it is the Fourth Prince himself who will decide the fate of the Northlands, and you can't be mistaken, father. "Ithine said nonchalantly, "It's not surprising that he's still likely to send his cronies to take over the Northlands, and that your title may be cut off." I only know that if we don't try, the Kant family has no chance at all, and now we can at least continue compared to the doomed destruction. ”

Calvin was stunned for a long time before sitting down in his chair sullenly, he knew that his daughter was right, but such an answer was still difficult for him to accept.

He didn't want to lose his dukeship.

Edith suddenly laughed, "Don't be discouraged father, tomorrow morning you will have to take advantage of the situation to pursue and recover the mansions and fiefs of the two counts." Besides, what will happen in the end depends largely on how capable the refuge is. She paused, "Sincerity is our ticket to negotiation, and ability can determine the outcome of the negotiation." ”

Calvin frowned, "You mean ......"

"I will escort these two heads to the royal capital, father," she smiled, "and please let me be your messenger." ”