In the best room of Harvest City's largest hotel, Cozmo Hotel, Prince Wyatt sat on a stool with a gloomy face. The coffee in front of him was already cold.
"Your Highness, don't be angry." Senior Knight Alsop carefully comforted Prince Wyatt. He and three other senior Knights also attended the banquet yesterday, but because they were not nobles, they could only eat in another place with their entourage.
"A group of country bumpkins dared to laugh at the descendants of the royal family of George, they have forgotten who is the master of this country." Prince Wyatt suppressed his anger during the banquet, but Knight Alsop's comforting words ignited his anger.
Prince Wyatt, who grew up being flattered by countless people, was extremely angry when he thought of the mocking eyes of the nobles of Harvest City, the provocation of Viscount Dickens, and Abel's disregard of his identity. He could ignore the ridicule of the nobles, he could endure the provocation of Viscount Dickens, but what he cared about the most was the attitude of Abel, who was just 13 years old.
"Alsop, if I kill Abel, what will happen?" Knight Alsop was Prince Wyatt's confidant, so Prince Wyatt directly said his thoughts.
Knight Alsop was shocked by Prince Wyatt's idea, he quickly advised: "Your Highness, you must not touch Abel, it will cause the Blacksmith's Guild to retaliate."
"If I don't vent my anger, I will not be at ease!" Prince Wyatt looked at Knight Alsop and said: "If you can't kill Abel, then what about Marshall?"
"Your Highness, the Blacksmith's Guild will not vent their anger on you because of a lord. Besides, Marshall was only attacked by a thief, it has nothing to do with us." Knight Alsop humbly lowered his body and said softly.
"I'll leave this matter to you!" Prince Wyatt said bitterly.
The Knight Alsop looked at Prince Wyatt with some embarrassment. He was going to attack an intermediate knight alone. Although he was a senior Knight, he was not sure if he could defeat an intermediate knight. Defeating an opponent and killing an opponent were two different things. If they let Marshall escape, it would be difficult to kill him in the future.
Unlike Knight Alsop, who followed Prince Wyatt closely, the other three senior Knights were part of the Kingdom's National Guard. They were only there to protect Prince Wyatt. If they were asked to attack a noble, it would be completely impossible.
Seeing the Knight Alsop's awkward expression, Prince Wyatt coldly snorted and said, "Take 1000 gold coins, let's see which of the three of them is willing to go with you. You take the magic sword, and let Abel's adoptive father die under his own sword."
"Then there's no problem. 1000 gold coins should be enough to tempt those greedy guys." Knight Alsop said with a relaxed expression.
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The dinner in Harry's castle was over, but Lord Marshall couldn't stop. He wanted to visit his old friends in Harvest City and exchange some Knight skills with some Knights. Almost everyone in the castle knew the reason.
In the morning, Lord Marshall took an ox cart and set off for Harvest City. Recently, he liked to ride in a cart. The two inferno bulls were already very cool, but compared to the feeling of sitting in a cart, the inferno bulls were no longer important.
The sun was a bit strong, so Lord Marshall turned the cold wind to sixth gear. He slightly squinted his eyes and enjoyed the rare coolness of summer. It would be perfect if he had a glass of red wine. He wanted to ask someone to add a wine cabinet as soon as he returned to the castle.
"My Lord, there's someone blocking the road!" The driver's voice was a little shaky, and the ox cart slowly stopped.
Lord Marshall, who was enjoying himself, was shocked. He remembered Abel's warning. He couldn't help but pull out the magic sword with a repelling effect in one hand and grabbed the shield with the other hand. He then flashed out of the cart.
Knight Alsop originally wanted to directly attack Lord Marshall, who was not prepared. However, the senior Knight who came with him did not agree. As a knight of the Kingdom's National Guard, he abided by the rules of the Knight. He would not attack an enemy who was not prepared. Alsop Knight had no choice but to block the path of the carriage and attack head-on.
"The senior Knight of Prince Wyatt's side?" Lord Marshall recognized the two Knights in front of him. They were two of the four Knight guards of Prince Wyatt.
"I give you a fair chance to duel. I am under orders to take your life!" Knight Alsop held his sword with one hand and drew an arc in the air. He then kept his sword by his side and made a Knight's gesture.
"Fair? You have tarnished the dignity of a Knight!" Lord Marshall looked at the two senior Knights on horseback with a face full of sarcasm.
Knight Alsop thought that Lord Marshall was only an intermediate Knight, and it would be easy to defeat him. However, in order to prevent him from escaping, the two senior Knights did not get off their horses.
Although the coachman was scared out of his wits, he also understood that he would only live if the Lord of Marshall defeated his opponent. If the Lord of Marshall lost, then the Lord of Marshall would not let a nobody like him have the chance to go back and report. Therefore, the coachman did not make a sound. He was afraid of disturbing the Lord of Marshall.
Knight Alsop squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse let out a long neigh. Its four strong legs kicked the ground, and it suddenly accelerated.
Knight Alsop on the horse also shouted. His body flashed with combat power, and then the big sword in his hand was wrapped in combat power. When he was five meters away from Lord Marshall, he began to slash down. This downward slash was wrapped in the strength of the combat power and the impact of the horse. It was an unstoppable force.
"Defend!" The Lord of Marshall let out a loud roar. He trusted in Abel's magic shield. This was a standard knight's defensive move that had been used thousands of times. It had been used countless times on the battlefield to block the enemy's attacks. This kind of defensive move was deeply ingrained in his bones. As the Lord of Marshall let out a loud roar, the magic shield in his left hand moved forward. His body leaned forward, bent his front legs, and straightened his back legs. As the Knight of Alsop approached, he was ready to block the attack.
"Clang!" The Knight of Alsop's sword had already landed on The Lord of Marshall's shield. According to his estimation, the power of this sword should be enough to split open The Lord of Marshall's shield. Then, a storm of rapid attacks would be enough to end the battle.
Lord Marshall knew very well how powerful the charging and combat power of a high-level Knight was, so he used almost all of his strength to defend himself. But what he did not expect was that when his opponent's big sword landed on his magic shield, he could barely feel the force of the sword. He blocked it.
The Knight of Alsop's horse passed by the Lord of Marshall. He was shocked to see that the Lord of Marshall didn't move at all. He was holding a magic sword forged by Abel, a magic sword worth 50 thousand gold coins that he exchanged with his courtyard on Triumph Avenue in Bakong City. However, this magic sword didn't even make an intermediate knight retreat. At that moment, he began to wonder if the sword in his hand was a fake.
Knight Alsop was a little stunned, but Lord Marshall was not. He had experienced war before, so he could seize every opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. Losing focus in battle was suicide.
Lord Marshall's combat power flashed as he turned around and rushed towards Knight Alsop. Although he was not as fast as a warhorse, his momentum was not inferior at all. Another high-level Knight who was watching the battle from the side shouted, and Knight Alsop was suddenly awakened.
Lord Marshall had already rushed in front of the warhorse. He gently swung the sword in his right hand. Knight Alsop's body reacted decisively. He held the sword in front of him with both hands and blocked the blow. What made Knight Alsop feel strange was that the power of this blow was very weak. It felt like the power of an ordinary person waving his hand. Immediately after, he felt a mountain-like force pushing him back along with his warhorse.
Under the effect of the magic sword, the Knight Alsop's defense was completely open. All of this was within Lord Marshall's expectations. Lord Marshall did not use any strength at all in this sweep. All of his strength was on his legs. The moment Alsop's knight retreated, Lord Marshall exerted force on his legs. With his shield in front of him and behind him, he was already in front of Alsop in a flash. The magic sword flashed a cold light and pierced into the gap between Alsop's armor and his waist. That was the interface between the armor. If the defense was not broken, it would be impossible to attack that part of the body.
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