On the day Marcus returned to the castle, under the encouragement of Bol and the soldiers, everyone knew what terrible Vikings they were facing this time!
However, Mrs. Rowling has no money, so the rewards she can give are only lip service but not real.
At the same time, other castle knights saw that Marcus was seriously injured and might not be able to hold a sword for the rest of his life.
And they were aggrieved when they heard the soldiers rumored that Marcus killed several Vikings with one hand when he was peeing, and was a hundred times braver than the knights hiding in the castle.
Since you, Marcus, are so outstanding, why did you suffer such a serious injury?
Several castle knights thought that the so-called divine sword was just a boast, and after drinking, they even jokingly called him the "Excalibur of the Bird."
Someone directly suggested to Mrs. Rowling that some people could be sent to share Marcus's border pressure.
The border manages three roads leading to and from Yewei County. For a long time, tolls have also been a considerable income.
This money can supplement the castle's growing financial deficit.
And Marcus brought out seventy people, and more than twenty-five were killed or injured, plus the cost of the journey.
These are all absorbed by the castle, and you use two or three times the number of people, but you don't bring back the body of the Viking leader?
This became a good reason for other knights to slander him.
Mrs. Rowling was moved, so she found Bol and told her, "Sister, I know what you think. If Marcus is willing to marry you, then he can keep everything."
Such reasons convinced Bol, who was originally angry at his sister for allowing other knights to hurt her beloved.
Most people are selfish when they can fulfill their wishes.
After Marcus listened to Mrs. Rowling's hint, he asked his followers to take him back to the manor on the border in a carriage that night.
This is an attitude that shows that it is impossible to hand over the border territory that his father gave him so easily.
After the lord gives the actual income, there is no reason why it cannot be taken back forcefully.
His behavior is reasonable, but it also deepens the suspicion of Mrs. Rowling and the other knights...
After all, who can have too much territory?
What can a disabled knight do?
Some people even began to think that he should die together with the Vikings, which would be a happy ending for everyone.
It was almost afternoon on the day he returned to the border manor. After several days of rest, Marcus still couldn't get up and walk around. Even talking hurt. Holding the quill felt like a piece of iron.
His mood was extremely low, and he even doubted what he was protecting?
If you can't hold the sword, do you really have nothing?
And Lord White Eagle, who had a grudge against him, was also engaged in the most important event in his life at this moment.
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"Olan, the Lord's servant, the King's minister, the County Sheriff of Durham, this day exercises his lordship..."
Oran followed King Ella and, as Lord of Kunsang, stood up and agreed to the final contest.
Kunsang and Karl were fully dressed and immediately walked within the boundaries set by the competition.
Olan didn't know how Kunsang wanted to win, but he knew that one of Kunsang's characteristics was "by any means necessary".
Between honor and life, he would take down the latter without hesitation.
However, unless anything important is certain, Olan also likes to prepare a back-up plan. He has already ordered an archer behind him to shoot the red-haired arrow with cold arrows if Kunsang misses.
At that time, he will use the fastest speed to kill this "reckless" soldier, treat his family well, and calm the king's anger. When the contestant is lost, the battle will be over...
In full view of everyone, Kunsang and Karl approached, and when King Ella shouted "Start"!
Neither of them hesitated, and each used their best sword skills.
After touching the sword three or four times, Kunsang stepped back and lowered his sword and suggested, "It's not exciting, don't wear a helmet, do you dare? I like the best thing about slashing with a sword - the scene of brains flying out. When you are about to die, that's how you feel." The sound of a cry of pain is much better than the lute or bagpipe in the hands of a musician, and it is addictive."
"You lunatic, what are you talking about?"
"Are you afraid? Forget it... But it turns out that you are also a softie. If you grow your hair longer and walk with a more swaying butt, you might be quite popular with men... Do you want to try it? I can help you. ……Hahaha."
This was the "first marriage contest" in Britain and even the entire Catholic world, and it was far from the rigorous system that was formed in later generations.
Therefore, when Kunsang insulted Carl like this, the listeners were just disgusted - he did not have the humility of chivalry, but no one felt that they had to step in to stop him. Anyway, someone would lie down later.
Karl originally didn't want to pay attention, but Kunsang ran around the boundary line, his voice getting louder and louder, "Look, look at this big ass..."
From the few sword blows just now, Kun Sang realized that this kid could fight. If this was a normal battle, he would probably defeat the red-haired man with a dozen sword blows, exchanging injuries for injuries!
But this is Lord Oran's marriage, and as the most important minister (self-recognized), I can't make any mistakes.
He would rather use this provocation of a rogue fight to guide things to the change he wants.
boom!!
The red hair became more and more angry as he listened, and slashed out several swords in a row, but still couldn't break Kun Sang's sword.
I did lose a point or two in terms of hard power, but I couldn't stop that bad mouth.
"Come on! Take off your helmet!"
Hongfa felt that this might improve his chances of winning. In this case, everyone would be dead or alive with one sword, depending on who hit first.
"Okay, then narrow the boundaries and run around like a mouse. What's the point?" Kunsang asked again.
"Can!"
The two agreed, so the set boundary was reduced by half. In this way, if the two ran at the same time, they would immediately touch the sword at close range.
Two servants came up and helped hold the swords of the contestants.
Kunsang took the helmet first and took it off slowly. Seeing this, Karl also put the sword aside and started to take off the helmet...
It's now!
Kunsang seized the opportunity, stopped his hand movements, and ran directly to smash the helmet out at such a close distance!
The thick and spiked part of the helmet touched the red-haired nose, causing him to bleed. The attack was not over yet!
Kunsang snatched his sword back and chased after him. Karl felt something sharp and hard coming towards him, and instinctively tried to block it with his hands, but human flesh was no match for the sharp steel weapon.
The sword grazed the palm of his hand, and blood spurted out, dyeing Karl's red hair even brighter!
Kunsang is like a devil, with no intention of stopping. The exclamations outside are just for his own amusement!
He strode forward, swung his sharp sword, and struck Karl's palm with another sword, then turned and cut off three of his fingers.
ah!!!
The redhead was in agony.
Then when Kunsang put the sword into his body, it got stuck with the bones and could not be pulled out.
Seeing that his opponent had expired, Kunsang did not stop.
What he promised Lord Oran - to keep half a corpse!
Never break the trust of the master, this is his way of chivalry!
So he held the dagger at his waist again, swung it forward, and aimed the dagger at Karl's neck, sealing his throat instantly. But when the blood from his throat had just flowed out, Kunsang pointed the dagger at Karl's eyes again.
He wanted Karl to suffer more damage to his "body" even if his "soul" had left. This was a return gift for humiliating Lord Oran.
After a few moments, Karl expired and fell to the ground, his facial features completely destroyed, which was many times more terrifying than Kunsang's face!
The nobles and the citizens peeking from above were stunned.
Someone shouted,
"devil!"
"kill him!"
"Do it!"
"Dry!"
Kunsang himself didn't take it seriously. He looked at Karl lying on the ground, with the blood on his upper body seeping into his hair, and said a terrifying demonic comment, "The blood-stained hair is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes away!"
The nobles of the kingdom were furious;
The inquisitor read the holy words,
The surrounding people secretly exhaled the fragrance.
Malm and Mia beside Oran were also frightened and fainted.
Even Olan himself was stunned...
If there is one person who is excited, it is "Sales" in the distance.
After the death of his loved one, his mentality was completely distorted.
"Good people will not die, bad people will not die, only fools will die!"
He became more and more fond of the people in the White Eagle Territory. From lords to knights, they were either blasphemers or lunatics.
The knights on the field are more assholes than the last, but they are also more interesting than the last!
His mind even began to spin, how could he help Oran round the field?
He has no emotion or loyalty to Ella, and similarly, he has no affection or loyalty to Olan, whom he has only met once.
He just wants to find a noble who can help him fulfill his belief in revenge.
Even if he seeks refuge in Oran in the future, if a more suitable person appears to help him one day, he will abandon Oran.
