One second before the horses were about to stagger, Dalton shifted the tip of his gun.
The next moment, Prince Arthur's lance hit him.
Dalton fell backwards from his horse on the ground, Prince Arthur was a lesser but equally difficult character - hell! I hope that cruel woman will see with her own eyes that he will be merciful to her, and her future husband's younger brother would like to put him to death!
Dalton heard the sound of his bones colliding with metal, and his head was hit hard.
The smell of blood surged up, and the smell of rust filled his nostrils.
The sun was high in the sky, and the edges of the armor were hot. He pushed away the mask, and there were only countless glaring round dots in his field of vision. Prince Arthur's war horse galloped by, and the dust kicked up by the iron hooves covered him all over. He heard the cheers of the crowd, countless times higher than when he won.
Lineage, surname.
It was really a joyous show, his eleven consecutive victories cast the glory of Prince Arthur, and the arrogant commoner fell to the hands of the noble prince.
He pressed the ground, sat up, and raised his head enduring dizziness.
The cheers of the audience fell silent for a moment.
In the smoke and dust, the Queen stepped down from the high platform and walked towards him. Dalton couldn't see her expression clearly, but saw the strong red skirt rising and falling in the dust. Her facial features were blurred in the light and wind, and Dalton smelled the fragrance of midsummer roses in the blood... His hands still had some strength, so he tried to stand up.
Da da da.
The rapid sound of hoofbeats came back.
Prince Arthur took off his helmet, his golden hair was flying in the wind, his face was red after a fierce battle, and his hair was also a little messy. But all the ladies and ladies present couldn't help cheering for him and shouting his name.
He reined in on Adele's way and turned off his horse.
The next moment, the noise reached a boiling point.
In the dust of the battlefield, Prince Arthur got down on one knee.
Dalton's fingers with iron gloves scratched deeply into the hard ground. His face was hidden under the shadow of the helmet mask, and he looked at the prince in silver armor and the queen who was walking towards him not far away. .
The wind brought Prince Arthur's voice.
Dalton licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes became colder.
Prince Arthur looked fascinatedly at the queen standing in the strong wind and dust. Behind her was the forest of iron guns pointing straight to the sky at the edge of the tournament field. Her skirt was billowing in the wind, like a battle flag that was suddenly unfurled. A woman... a woman who stood in the world of armor and swords without changing her expression.
Vaguely, Prince Arthur felt that he had grasped such a premonition.
— about what is really suitable for Queen Roland, what is her most perfect side.
Troubled times, conspiracy, blood and the queen who broke through all these.
"Permit me, with the courage of my laurels, under the witness of the gods," said Prince Arthur, holding the sword in his right hand and resting his left on his knee, "to you, the noblest and most perfect Victory in the world, to propose I beg—I beg you, I beg you to use your mercy and sympathy to agree to a suitor who has gone crazy for you, and please grant him the mercy of eternal life."
In the auditorium, the face of the Earl of the Root Empire gradually became ashen.
He leaned over and spoke to the attendants beside him: "Did you hear in whose name he is proposing to the Queen?"
The servant dared not answer.
"Scandal... damn it."
The Earl of the Root Empire nearly passed out, Gods! They have come to propose for the Emperor, not for Prince Arthur! Everyone knows that he is His Majesty's representative, not his own!
"...in the name of my King Orsis Melville."
The earl heaved a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair all at once, his whole body soaked in sweat in an instant.
It's okay, it's okay, Prince Arthur hasn't forgotten, his identity and responsibilities... It's just a young man's obsession, he knows what he should do. The Count comforted himself in this way.
But there is always lingering anxiety.
Adele looked at Prince Arthur who was kneeling in front of him, and he added the last sentence reluctantly.
With all eyes on, she gave one last smile and held out her hand to Prince Arthur.
Prince Arthur held it tightly and kissed it long.
Behind them, Dalton sat on his knees in the dust, did not get up, and rested his hands that were still oozing blood casually on his knees. He watched the scene without blinking—the sun was shining brightly, and the handsome prince had won the beauty for his brother.
It's fucking brilliant.
After a moment of silence, everyone stood up and applauded.
With thunderous applause, Prince Arthur stood up and devoutly placed the winning rose wreath on the Queen's head.
"Your beauty is breathtaking."
When he kissed her cheek, he said softly—if he was proposing for himself, it was her soft lips that he should have kissed at this moment. But as the oath said, he was proposing marriage for his brother Wang, the young and promising emperor in everyone's eyes.
"You will be the Queen of the Root Empire."
"Orsis? Or..." Adele also lowered her voice, with that perfect, touching smile still on her face, "You?"
Prince Arthur smiled and said nothing.
Afterwards, Adele pushed him away, turned her head and gave a few words to the officials who came up.
Dalton didn't know what had stood up as if nothing had happened. When he fell off the horse, the corner of his lips was knocked, stained with blood. The queen whispered "thank you" as she passed him.
She really deserves to be the monarch cultivated by the Heinrich family.
The adjutant asked him if he wanted to rest first-Prince Arthur didn't hold back the last shot.
Dalton shook his head and refused.
He squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Prince Arthur who turned his head to talk to Adele in the crowd, and suddenly showed a mocking smile.
The way Prince Arthur looked at her was not at his future sister-in-law, but at his own wife.
"Let's go."
Dalton said slowly that the humiliating defeat just now didn't seem to have much impact on him, and this is the scariest thing about him—all the humiliation he suffered will only make him stronger.
"Let's go and talk to that Earl of Root."
The adjutant was taken aback by his tone.
The last time Dalton spoke in this tone was when he was involved in a spiritual battle.
When he first joined the war, Dalton was not very prominent in the New God sect. What makes him stand out is a battle that the normal person would consider deadly. The number of troops of the Old Gods was ten times that of his. No one thought he could survive, and even those who belonged to the New Gods camp did not send reinforcements.
But that time, Dalton cut the throats of the nobles who had robbed him of military exploits on the battlefield.
"Remember, look at women in the future," Dalton casually patted the adjutant's shoulder with his gun, "don't look at those with thorns and poison."
Otherwise, go crazy.
……………
"What exactly do you want to do? Should I immediately find a sculptor for you? Carve the tombstone for you?" Heinrich was about to go crazy. Quickly, "The brown bear first, then the belladonna, are you not sober enough, how many people want your life now?"
"Calm down, Mr. Heinrich"
Adele carefully read the classics respected by the Old Gods.
She sat behind the white curtains, with the book on her lap. She wore a smaller and lighter diadem, with vines of sterling silver setting off the jewels, like the other one she had worn when she was a princess. There was no sign of shyness in her face that a young girl engaged to be engaged should have.
Accepting the proposal was to her nothing more than signing a contract that was necessary at a given moment.
"Isn't that our plan?"
she asked.
After Prince Arthur successfully proposed marriage to Emperor Root, the entire Roland court acted quickly.
Emperor Root himself would only come to Roland for the engagement ceremony, and the celebrations before that would be replaced by Prince Arthur. In order to announce to Roland's people that their queen is finally getting married, the imperial council planned to hold a celebration on the day of the queen's coronation.
Of course, this is only a superficial reason.
Adele's real purpose is to take this opportunity to lure out the remaining dangerous forces of the Old God Sect and wipe them out. She agreed to Emperor Root's marriage proposal. In the eyes of some church people, she was determined to let the new god replace the old god. It was impossible for the hidden Knights of the Temple to remain indifferent.
It's just the previous belladonna and "treason" incidents that made these people alert.
During this time, no matter how the queen stimulated them, they remained dormant.
The marriage proposal celebration will be their hands-on opportunity.
In order to ensure the safety of the queen, they formulated a series of detailed measures before the celebration. In a rare moment of agreement, Dalton and Heinrich - the parade part of the traditional celebration must be dropped.
During the parade, the Queen was so close to the crowd that the Assassins would have carnivaled.
"They're not stupid." Adele said calmly. "The prom is too targeted. Even if they are stupid, they will know what we want to do. Only the parade—we know the risks, and they know it. Only this can let them Action. If this is the case, then I will come and use me as bait."
Her tone was firm.
Heinrich couldn't find a reason to refute her, so he could only sit down slumped, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you guarantee your safety? Who will guarantee your safety?"
"me."
The door was pushed open by someone, and the person who interrupted the normal conversation leaned on the door, wearing the eye-catching gold and ruby rose on his shoulder.
Dalton raised his gun and knocked on the door.
There was a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.
"Excuse me, Lord Heinrich." He said, "The next thing is to have a little private time with Her Majesty the Queen."