The hall suddenly boiled, the wooden table was overturned to the ground, the dishes containing the dishes made a crackling sound, and the soup dripped everywhere along the gaps in the slate.
It was the first time that the two sons sitting beside the duke had witnessed a life-and-death struggle so close. Seven-year-old Lance simply shrank behind the chair.
Calvin sighed secretly, if it wasn't for Edith, these two might not look so unbearable, but compared to the Pearl of the North, the gap is too big, maybe even they themselves have accepted their fate and lost it. Courage to chase.
The duke looked towards the center of the banquet hall. The eldest daughter had already set eyes on Ed Hoss, the strongest player in the field.
She first took a bottle of ale and smashed it at him, forcing him to turn around, then jumped up, jumped onto a long wooden table, and slashed at him with a sword from a high position, swiftly acting like a civet cat in the snow. Eddard hurriedly blocked, and a spark of fire burst out from where the blades met.
In a few breaths, Edith had already swung five or six swords, and the clanging voices were connected in a series, like the approaching footsteps of death, but Edd broke out an amazing momentum at the juncture of crisis, and all the attacks were resolved. The two of them fought around the long table, and there were several knights of the Hoth family who had fallen down with their swords, but he not only did not flinch, but instead became more and more brave.
Calvin couldn't help but worry.
Edith had already fought a battle before, as evidenced by the bloodstains on her armor. Even if she wasn't injured, her stamina would have been consumed a lot. In addition, women were inherently weak in terms of strength, so it was obviously not good for her to fight like this.
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 she could see the sweat rising from her hair every time she fencing. Although her strength is gradually weakening, she still chooses to suppress her opponent with an airtight attack.
Ed seemed to have noticed this as well. He shouted loudly and raised his sword to fight back in a desperate situation. The Pearl of the North was obviously unwilling to exchange blood for blood and withdrew his sword to block. The power gap finally showed its results. Edith's long sword was shaken apart, her body lost her balance, and she fell off the long table!
The Duke's heart instantly rose to his throat, "Damn it! Go and help her!"
But even the nearest bodyguard was having trouble reaching out. Everything happened too quickly.
Edith didn't get on her body as soon as she landed, but cut off the legs of the long table with a flat cut. At this time, Ed Hoss was jumping on the long table, raising his hands high, trying to use a gesture The strong and heavy slash resulted in the opponent's life, and he didn't notice that the place where the former fell was right on the edge of the long table.
The scene that stunned Calvin appeared. The table that lost one foot completely lost the knight's balance. If only the table topped over, he might have been able to jump away easily, but at that moment, all his strength was concentrated on his arms. The feet are fixed on the table like nails, and the body leans forward, which is the standard slashing action! Eddie fell down like a dog chewing mud, his head slammed on the floor, and even he could hear the dull sound clearly.
There will be no turning back.
Edith jumped on Ed's back, took out a dagger from her waist, and plunged it straight into Ed's neck. With the twist of her hands, the knight's body twitched like a stroke.
Is this... a coincidence
No... The Duke realized that the moment he jumped onto the long table, he had fallen into Edith's trap. From the very beginning of being beaten by the opponent to regaining the high position, he saw the hope of turning defeat into victory in his heart, and the advantages accumulated over time and again in strength competition made him take strong attacks as the best way to distinguish the winner. The opponent's increasingly weak resistance boosted Ed's confidence, so the last blow was to exert his strength to the limit. According to normal competition, Edith would never be able to block this blow.
But this also made him completely lose the opportunity to adjust the balance.
In the face of the gap between the number of three times their own, the resistance of the two nobles did not last long. After half an hour, the banquet hall became quiet again. The fire was still burning quietly, but there was a bloody smell in the freely flowing wine.
The duke stepped off the main seat and looked around, while the little nobles lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him.
"The Earl of Lista and the Earl of Hoss have been sanctioned for plotting against the King of Wimbledon. Now you have a chance to choose, whether to obey the two corpses on the ground, or to serve the new king?"
This time, the answers were uniform, and no other noises were heard.
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"Is that all right?" In the study, Calvin wiped the blood on his daughter's forehead with a handkerchief, "Will His Majesty Roland Wimbledon accept us?"
"You were still calling him a traitor yesterday," Edith quipped. "You decided to call him a minister so soon?"
"Isn't that what you said?" The Duke glared at her. "Anyway, it is better to surrender as soon as possible. If we can't win the trust of Your Majesty, we will become the public enemy of the nobles!"
The execution of the two great nobles without trial by the arbitral tribunal has broken the basic bottom line of noble wars. If it weren't for the frequent wars in Graycastle in the past two years, the lords from all over the world have changed one after another, and with Tifeko as an example, he would never have dared to kill as Edith said.
"I have no idea."
"What... what?" The Duke's heart trembled and he almost dropped his handkerchief on the ground, "Don't you know?"
"Yeah, we can only try our best to show our sincerity, but in the end it is the fourth prince himself who decides the fate of the North, don't make a mistake, father." Edith said casually, "he is still possible. Sending your own cronies to take over the Northland, your title may also be cut off, this is not surprising. I only know that if you don't try, the Kant family will have no chance at all, compared to the destined Destroyed, and now we at least have the possibility to continue."
Calvin was stunned for a long time before he sat down on the chair glumly. He knew that his daughter was right, but such an answer still made it difficult for him to accept.
He did not want to lose the dukeship.
Edith suddenly laughed, "Don't be discouraged, father, tomorrow morning you have to take advantage of the situation to recover the mansion and fief of the two earls. Besides, how this matter will turn out in the end depends to a large extent. It depends on how much capability the trustees can show." She paused, "Sincerity is the ticket for our negotiation, and capability determines the outcome of the negotiation."
Calvin frowned, "You mean..."
"I will escort these two heads to the capital, father," she smiled, "please let me serve as your messenger." (...,, your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-01- 10 10:04:31