The wind was mixed with snow drifts**On this abnormal summer night, on the white-covered empty avenue in the north of Loen City, King Salhi II looked at the two heirs he had chosen with a serious expression:
"Dawn is coming soon. The duel between me and that William is now inconclusive. But this duel must have a winner, and the king must be born among you. So now, right now Here, I will choose one of you two as my sole heir."
Even though he was coughing up blood just now, every syllable that Salhi II uttered at this moment is powerful. Not only the Stuarts in a circle, but even the church clergy and palace attendants standing nearby heard this sudden decision.
"I don't have much time to make decisions anymore. Now that my mind is still clear, I have to make a judgment."
The Stuarts looked at each other, looking at Sallot and Dolores standing in the front row with unclear meaning.
"I know some of you may not be convinced, but as I said before tonight's duel, since I have made a choice, of course I have to accept it. Salot is the best performer in my camp, Dolo Liz is the trump card of William Matt's camp, so of course the heir must be chosen from the two of them."
Salhi II coughed loudly again, and then waved to the two palace guards standing aside, asking them to hand over their personal daggers to the prince and princess.
Although the power of firearms has crushed cold weapons in this era, but limited by the shift of the technology tree to steam power and the possibility of guards' mutiny, the palace attendants still retain the rule of carrying cold weapons with them.
Those were two daggers forged from fine steel, although they were short, they were absolutely sharp. The pale-faced Salote and Dolores got the weapons respectively, and looked at their father with heavy faces.
"The Stuart family will never choose a child without any force to be king. Now you fight with these two weapons until one side can't move or surrenders."
Seeing that Salot wanted to speak up to object, Salhi II said again:
"Your sister was seriously injured. You don't have to worry about her using extraordinary means. And although you all got two artifacts in the duel, her performance was obviously better than yours, and the decision she made was more appropriate. Let her Isn't it normal to have some advantages?"
"You want me to fight her?"
Sarlot still didn't accept it. He tried to show his wooden prosthesis, but the cold temperature made it difficult to manipulate. Such a failed attempt made him a little pitiful.
Salhi II ignored his son's surprise, he waved his hand to let the other Stuarts stand on the side of the snow-covered street, and everyone in the church also left the middle of the street with the mentality of watching the excitement. There are rain eaves on the side of the street to cover the falling snow. Although you will still be hit by snowflakes due to the strong wind, at least you will feel warmer psychologically when you lean against the window and wall.
After they shrank their heads and shivered and left the street, the messy footprints on the snow surface, one deep and one shallow, were quickly buried by the heavy snow again, leaving only the chosen prince and princess of the Stuart family, each Standing in this empty and cold street with a short dagger.
The two looked at each other in the dark night, and because of the cold, their exhaled breath swayed in the snowflakes like a long dragon.
No one was born for a long time, but each hand clenched its own weapon tightly.
"Dolores, if you throw in the towel, you'll get everything you want."
Sarlot said softly, he made sure that the people on the street just couldn't hear the sound in the howling wind and snow. The wind and snow swept across his face, making his eyebrows and hair almost frosty, and the prince knew that this would be the last battle.
"You can't give me what I want."
Dolores replied, her voice weak in the snow. Holding the dagger in her right hand, she stepped back a few steps in the thick snow on the ground, leaving exaggerated footprints. Not to retreat, but to choose the right opportunity to attack.
Seeing this, Salote also held the short dagger in preparation for an attack. Although he has never been on the battlefield, nor does he have the special experience like Dolores, but he is the eldest prince of this kingdom, and he is quite proficient in close combat and the use of cold weapons.
"You want to marry William? Oh, Dolores, don't you think that, being queen, your chances of marrying him will become less? Father will not allow his own country to be your dowry. "
Sarlot continued, he did not stop at the spot, but walked slowly clockwise. Seeing this, Dolores kept the same distance from him and started walking, trying to find the right time to attack.
In the eyes of everyone on the street, the two of them were like wolves fighting for the only food in the deep winter snow field.
"It's none of your business, Jenkins will take care of it all."
"Are you really confident that boy from a commoner background can solve all this? In my opinion, he doesn't even have basic political literacy."
Sarlot didn't want to talk to her sister, but tried to distract her with words. But Dolores has always been the kind of strong-willed person, not to mention, her feelings for Mr. Writer are deeper than she thinks.
Snowflakes had already covered the shoulders of the two of them, and even dyed their hair white. But they all just looked at each other intently, and no one dared to be distracted and do other things.
"I trust Jenkins to take care of the troublesome things for me."
Dolores repeated again that her knuckles holding the dagger had turned white from the cold, and she was panting continuously when speaking. The injury caused to her by the crushing of the Ice Swordsman just now was actually very deep.
"Then do you think you can defeat me now? Dolores, if you are not injured, I can surrender immediately. But in the current state, you are definitely not my opponent, and I don't want to kill you..."
He paused and looked at his sister's chest:
"Yes, you should have a better life, why bother to fight with my life here."
"This is what I want to say, and I don't want to kill you, so please surrender."
Both of them stared at each other coldly, and suddenly they leaned forward at the same time, and the daggers collided with each other in the wind and snow with their swinging hands. Hold your breath.
Neither Dolores nor Salote are masters who are good at using daggers. No one took advantage of the simple first trial. On the contrary, because of the injury, Dolores was weaker than Salot, and when the dagger hit, the weapon almost flew out of her hand.
But Salote didn't dare to take advantage of the victory to pursue it. He didn't know how serious his sister's injury was.
"Look, you can't beat me at all."
Salot said:
"Surrender, I have become the king of Hampawo, and I will not embarrass you."
The two returned to the state of facing each other and circling in the snow again. The other footprints on the street had been completely covered, and only that circle of footprints represented the actions of the two of them in the white and quiet snowy night.
PS: Since we are talking about water, let’s add another chapter at 8:30 p.m.