Beyer looked at Arthen and smiled, "It's my dream as a real knight to experience the danger of blood and fire. It has nothing to do with my identity as the crown prince." Then he looked at Ulrich, the Gorse Duke, "Uncle Ulrich, since you've agreed with Sophia, you won't turn me down, right? I've also got my father's permission. "
The old Duke sighed, "You young people … Fine, I'll fulfill your wish."
His eyelids drooped a bit, blocking all the emotions in Indigo's eyes.
Count Beck smiled, "Good job, Beyer. A Knight should be trained by battles! If I hadn't joined the war against Schachran in the North Province, fought countless knights on the ground, in the sky, and at the bottom of the river, and narrowly escaped death many times, perhaps I wouldn't have been able to become a radiant knight in my life. "
"Uncle Beck, you've always been my role model." Beyer chuckled and walked to Arthen. "As my good friend, I hope you can fight side by side with me," he said casually.
Arthen was very excited. He kneeled down on one knee and said, "It's my honor, Your Highness. I'll always be your Knight."
The nobles who followed him were all very excited. With the addition of His Highness, with his status and strength, the situation had changed to their advantage again!
That was why Arthen was so excited. Beyer's timely appearance made him see the light in the darkness.
"I didn't expect that His Highness would be here as well. And he's on Arthen's side …" Lucien murmured to himself.
Sophia's face was as white as snow. She did not change her expression at all. She smiled, "With my brother's help, things are getting more interesting. Otherwise, with the two level five Knights on our side, bullying Arthen would be like bullying little kids. It's so boring."
Arthen had just become a Great Knight, and he was only level three.
Really? Little kids … Lucien was amused. He might not be as old as Sophia, but his mental age was much older than hers.
Lucien looked over Sophia's straight nose and looked at Claire and Relph, observing their reactions.
Claire was biting her red lips unconsciously, and her eyes were flickering. Relph's right hand was clenched into a fist, and he pressed it against his mouth. Obviously, the appearance of the Princess and the Prince made them doubt their chances of winning again.
The rest of the candidates had similar expressions and actions. Suddenly, a seventeen-year-old boy stood out and said, "Uncle Duke, I want to withdraw."
"Hmm?" Ulrich looked at him sternly.
The boy said in frustration, "They're too strong. I have no chance of winning. I'd better not accept it."
"Wise." It was Duda, the talkative boy, who was quite proud of himself.
Duke Ulrich did not say anything. Giving in did not mean that one was cowardly. Sometimes, it was smart.
Except for Beaulac, Arthen, Claire and Relph, all the other candidates quit.
"Your Highness, you've completely overwhelmed them," Andris said in a flattering tone. Andris flattered without blushing, "You are indeed the most talented knight of this generation."
The Bloodline of the divine family was Seraph. Every member of the family had different Seraph abilities. Some were more inclined to melee combat, some were more inclined to spellcasting, and some had both. For example, Rudolph II had activated the Bloodline of Angel King, Sophia's Bloodline of Wind, and Beyer's Bloodline of Justice, which was more inclined to melee combat.
Beyer smiled and shook his head, "Although I'm confident in myself, the most talented Knight of this generation is, without a doubt, Princess Natasha of the Duchy of Orvarit. Being able to become a radiant knight at the age of twenty-six is very rare, even in the history books. Since she has straightened out the Will of the two most powerful Bloodlines, there will be no problem for her to become a gold knight. That's why I admire her very much, but I also feel inferior. I hope that I can become a radiant knight as soon as possible, so that I can go to Aalto and see if the most beautiful Violet is as beautiful and talented as the legends say. "
Beyer said frankly, without the slightest sense of inferiority or shyness. Instead, he was trying to encourage himself.
"Maybe in the future, Princess Natasha will be the empress of the empire." Andris smiled. His words had a double meaning.
Lucien rubbed his chin and looked at them with a faint smile.
"My brother's dream will never come true. The Church will never allow the Duchy of Orvarit to return to the embrace of the empire. You know, Her Royal Highness is already the Violet Count." Sophia whispered with a smile.
Deniz combed the hair in front of his forehead, "That's not necessarily true. Sometimes, love can make people do the most stupid things. If the empire and the duchy are determined, the Church can't do anything."
"Then it depends on my brother's charm." Sophia giggled.
Your brother's charm is almost impossible, but you have a chance, Lucien thought to himself.
Seeing that it was time, Ulrich, the Gorse Duke, announced,
"The trial in the underground palace begins now. Whoever among the four candidates reaches the secret chamber where the paintings of the ancestors of the Gorse family are hung will be the winner. If no one reaches the secret chamber, the one who can last until the end will be the winner."
"Remember, the underground palace is always changing. The map you bought with a lot of money is useless. Also, everyone will appear in different places after entering the palace. Don't try to ambush them in the same place. That will only waste your time."
There were only targets, but no rules. In the underground palace, all kinds of methods were allowed. However, in the trial, the candidates were not allowed to bring their attendants with them. The purpose of checking their identity was not only to verify their bloodline, but also to prevent anyone from using any item to transform into a Knight.
The strange stone gate behind Ulrich slowly turned black, like the mouth of a horrible monster. Arthen was the first one to stand in front of it.
Count Beck took out a Gorse pin and stabbed it into the back of Arthen's hand.
Lucien squinted his eyes. He knew that Arthen was trying to verify his bloodline. Could the Transformation Mask fool him?
A drop of blood condensed on the tip of the Gorse pin and was quickly absorbed by the pin. There was no trace of blood at all.
Count Beck nodded slightly, "Go in, Arthen."
When Arthen walked to the edge of the dark gate, he suddenly looked back at Lucien, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
He raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and waved his fist. Before Lucien could react, Arthen strode away and disappeared into the darkness.
Next, it was Lucien's turn.
Reaching out his left hand calmly, Lucien tried to relax his heartbeat and muscles. Watching Nairn Beck stabbing the pin into his blood vessel, Lucien felt a bit itchy.
As soon as the pin left the back of his hand, Lucien immediately tensed up. He was ready to take Sophia hostage or run away when he was exposed.
The drop of blood was like a Silver Moon that had been shrunk countless times. The drop of blood shook on the tip of the needle, and Lucien's heart almost stopped beating.
After a short while, the blood was absorbed by the pin, and there was no trace of it left.
"Go in, Beaulac. Where are your weapons and armor?" Count Beck was a bit curious.
Lucien pointed at his magic pouch and answered respectfully, "They're all in there."
Knowing that Beaulac was using the extraordinary items as his trump card, Beck did not ask any more questions and let Beaulac walk to the dark gate. At the back of the team, Relph and Claire's expressions slightly changed.
Other people might not be able to see it, but as members of the Gorse family, they knew very well that Beaulac had become an official knight, and the Blessing of Silver Moon had been activated.
Without looking back, Lucien walked into the dark gate unhurriedly.
… …
As if walking through a layer of cold and damp mist, Lucien found himself in a room that looked like a servant's bedroom. It was spacious, but there were only rows of standard wooden beds and several shabby wooden cabinets.
After putting on the bracelet of Fire Weaver, Boots of Evasion, Robe of Transformation, and Ogre Gloves, Lucien took out his shining Frost longsword and walked into the corridor. According to the information provided by Rhein, he was trying to figure out the location of the secret passage that led to the inner level of the palace, which was the secret chamber where the paintings of the ancestors of the Gorse family were hung.
"There used to be an alchemical life in this underground palace, but it died out for some reason. Now, it can only change according to its instinct, and the pattern of change is similar to the star chart of Thanos." Holding the longsword tightly, Lucien walked slowly and observed the direction of the energy flow and the part of the magic circles that were not hidden, trying to figure out the pattern.
Lucien was not sure if the Gorse duke could see what was going on inside the palace, so he did not even spread out his spiritual power.
Turning into a corridor, Lucien suddenly saw several nobles coming in from another door in an open room. Lucien's eyes met with Lucien's. Lucien saw Jocelyn, who was tall and beautiful, and Andris, who had a nasty mouth.
"Haha, I didn't expect to run into you, you loser! Where's Her Royal Highness? Where's your helper? " Andris, who was wearing a black armor, burst into laughter. "It seems that you've been abandoned by the Lord. That's why you're so unlucky!"
Raising his greatsword high, Andris roared and rushed to Lucien.
Jocelyn and the rest of the nobles were pleasantly surprised. Beaulac, who was alone, was very easy to deal with. It was such a rare opportunity! If Beaulac met up with the princess and Deniz, things would be very troublesome.
However, Jocelyn felt sorry for Beaulac. After all, Beaulac had been in love with her for a long time. Thinking that Beaulac was going to be severely wounded by Andris' sword, Jocelyn felt sorry for him.
Seeing that Beaulac was still standing there in shock, Andris suddenly jumped up and launched a Jump Slash at Beaulac.
Go to hell!
As soon as Andris shouted in his mind, a silver hand suddenly appeared on the greatsword.
This hand was so cold and merciless. Just the five fingers were tightly clenched, holding the huge sword, preventing it from slashing down. Andris was like a frog hanging on the sword. He tried his best to kick his legs, but it was difficult for him to land.
Jocelyn and the rest of the nobles were stunned by the unbelievable scene. They did not know how to react.
Andris looked at Lucien's deep blue eyes in shock. He did not know why, but he suddenly felt uncontrollable fear. He threw away his sword and was about to run away.
Suddenly, a sword light flashed, and Andris felt a chill on his forehead. He couldn't help but shiver a few times. Then, he saw his armor split open from the middle, and his inner clothes also split open from the middle. They fell to the ground with a crash, and he instantly became naked.
If he had moved a little bit further, he would have … Thinking of that, Andris was so scared that he knelt on the ground.
"I told you, don't kneel in front of me and beg for mercy." Lucien shook his head slightly. It was so immoral to beat up a kid.
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