In the evening, in the guest room of the Count of Longxia City's mansion, Ron rubbed his broad sword that had been cut into several gaps.

Att stood up from the chair, walked to Ron and took the broad sword like a steel mouth, comforted him, "Ron, don't be discouraged. It's not embarrassing to lose to Sir Leon. Even if it were, I wouldn't dare say that I'm sure of winning."

The additional interaction between visiting Longxia Legion this afternoon was a Cavaliers competition. Yat was the home and the guest. Of course, Flander would not directly invite Yat to play against each other, so Flander invited Yat's guard chief apprentice Ron to compete with a hundred-man guard officer named Leon of Longxia Legion. Both were Cavalier Lords and were not much different in age, so it was fair.

However, the result of the competition was destined to win or lose at the beginning. Sir Leonard beat Ron down in less than twenty moves. Later, when he heard the introduction, Sir Leonard's father was a master of swordsmanship in the Longxia army. Leonard himself served in the Longxia army for five years and experienced more than twenty bloody battles. Therefore, he did not drag the sword in the competition at all, and he was attacking directly at the key points of the opponent.

Ron is also a veteran of the battle formation, so he resisted Leond's first round rush and took about twenty moves. However, both of them chose to use a matching sword in the competition, so the broad sword in Ron's hand that had been following him for two years had been cut out several deep gaps.

Ron raised his head, "Master, I was not discouraged by losing to Sir Leond. I really couldn't beat him. If I were on the battlefield, I could not stop Sir Leond's rush at all."

"It's just a pity that this broad sword has been raised with sword blood."

Yat picked up the broadsword and looked at it a few times. The broadsword's sword body was indeed immersed in dark red blood. "Well, it's a pity. After returning to the valley, I asked the weapon workshop to customize a steel knight sword for you. You are a knight now, so it's long time since you change to a sword with a good steel mouth."

Yat wiped the sword edge of the broad sword with his thumb, and gave it to Ron, asking, "I looked at the Longxia Legion today. What do you think is the difference between the Longxia Legion and the Wells Legion?"

Ron led his sword back to the sheath, his regret slowly disappeared, he corrected his expression and replied, "Death!"

"Hmm? Death?" Yat didn't understand what Ron wanted to express.

"Yes, it's death."

"Our Wells Legion is definitely a brave and elite army, and that's the case. However, the Longxia Legion has a dead aura outside of the bravery, which is a breath of living like a dead person."

"Not to mention the silence like a dead person when watching the training of the Longxia Leonard in the afternoon, the feeling was even stronger when I competed with Sir Leonard. During the competition, I was shocked and used the killing move of the battlefield. If the first reaction of an ordinary person would definitely block or avoid it, but Leonard's first reaction was to take advantage of the situation to attack my weak waist and abdomen. If I could also have that kind of death aura, half of his shoulder would be cut off by me. However, my instinctive reaction was to immediately withdraw the sword and return to defense, and the sword blade was cut by a huge force and a deep mouth was missing."

"Master, I have also killed many people. I am not afraid of death because I am not afraid of death, but I can't live like a dead person."

Yat deeply agreed with Ron's words. In fact, from the moment Leond drew his sword, Yat felt the murderous aura that transcended the instinct. If Flander had not repeatedly ordered the slogan, Ron might not have lost a sword.

"Ron"

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A knock on the door interrupted Yat's head.

"Please come in!" Yat said to the door.

The person who came was the one who talked about.

"Sir Leond, what's your business?" Yat asked, getting up.

Leond bowed deeply to Yat, "Baron Yat, I come to give Sir Ron my sword."

"I? Give me a sword?" Ron was confused.

"Yes Sir Ron, you are the first person to take my twenty moves alive. I have cut down your sword and should give you the knight's sword I have with me. I hope you can compete with me again next time with this knight's sword." Leond's tone was very calm, and he could not hear the slightest emotion in his words.

Ron was stunned for a moment, and then became excited again. He walked to Leon a few steps and took the knight's sword with his hands. The knight's sword was worn with some serious wear and tear and gently pulled it out. The hilt of the knight's sword was wrapped around with a thin cowhide sheath rope. The cowhide sheath rope was bright red. It was obviously stained with blood and there were several dents on the sword grid. This should be the mysterious gray sword ridge left by the enemy's weapon. The blade part should have been ground after the afternoon competition.

"Sir Leond, are you really willing to give it to me?"

"Yes, Sir Ron."

“Does it have a name?”

Leond suddenly smiled slightly on his face, but he instantly returned to his calm, "Sir Ron, the killing sword should not have a name."

"Oh" Ron thought Leond would give his sword a loud name.

"Then how should I thank you?" Ron didn't think he could take advantage.

"By me with it next time."

Leond said lightly and turned his eyes to Yat, "Baron Yat, my count invites you to chat in his office."

This is Leond's true purpose.

"Please tell the Count, I'll be there later."

Leond bowed to Yat and Ron again and turned and left.

"Ron, it seems that there is no need to let the workshop specialize in making swords."

As dusk falls, Longxia City is peaceful and peaceful.

In the second floor of the Earl's Mansion, when I opened two heavy oak doors, the first thing I saw was a brown bear with a bloody mouth with pointed and long fangs hanging on the wall behind a long business table. The business table under the bear's head should be made of yew. There was only an iron box on the wide business table, a set of quill pens, ink boxes and a candlestick, and a thick Bible was placed in the middle of the table.

On the left side of the office room is a red brick wall with a fireplace. Some wolf skins are hung on the wall. Bear skins and deer antlers are hung on the right side of the wall. There is an armor frame with oil-lighting and bright armor on the whole body. A row of weapon frames stands against the wall. On the weapon frame are surrounded by short spears, long axes, nn arrows and other weapons. Several chairs are placed under the right wall, which are obviously prepared for visitors. The floor of the office room is covered with carved wool blankets.

Yat had never entered Flander's bedroom, but he guessed that this place should be considered a more luxurious one in the entire Earl's mansion.

The servant brought Yat into the room, sat down on a chair against the wall, and said, "Baron Yat, the Count just went to the camp to deal with urgent matters, please wait for a moment." Then he poured half a glass of wine into the wooden cup next to the chair.

Yatta sat upright in the chair and waited quietly.

This "wait" made Yat wait in the office for an entire hour, and no one came in to say hello to Yat.

Yat didn't know if Fland was really dealing with emergency military affairs or was intentionally "shelfing the test" himself. Anyway, he just closed his eyes and rested and thought about the possible conversation that might appear tonight.

Crack!

The door of the office room was pushed open, and Fland hurried into the office room.

"Cousin Yat, you have been waiting for a long time. I just went to the barracks to deal with a little bit of trouble." Flander quickly passed by Yat, came to the weapon stand, picked up a piece of linen for wiping the sword, and wiped the sticky blood all over his hands.

Yat stood up and saluted Flander, and saw splatters of blood on his chest and skirt armor.

"Cousin Flander, are you?"

Flander threw the blood-stained linen on the sword rack, pointed to the blood on the skirt armor, and replied indifferently, "This? This is the blood of a small bastard in our army. He urged the soldiers to mutiny because of a camp prostitute, and I personally cut off the head with a short knife. These guys, as long as they don't fight, they will start to cause trouble for me." Flander's tone was as cold as if he had just stepped on an ant.

Yat's heart moved slightly, but his face was always absolutely calm, just like hearing someone mention that he accidentally stepped on an ant to death.

Flander stared at Yat's face for a moment, then smiled and walked around the long table to the back of his business desk.

"At, is he satisfied with the sword that Enlid gave to Sir Ron?"

"Thank you for your good intentions in cousin Flander. Ron was still depressed. He was very excited after getting Sir Enlide's sword. I would like to express my sincere thanks to you." Yat had known that it was a small way for Flander to win people's hearts.

"Cousin Flander, I think you called me to see you late at night for a knight's sword, right?" Yat spoke first.

Flander laughed, then his expression became serious: "Yat, you already know the historical origins of the Yuge family, and I believe I also know my inheritance of the Burgundy Kingdom, right?"

"Yes." Sub-feature head.

"Let's not mention the past. You should know that Marquis of Ivreya only has one son, and my right to succeed the throne should be after Prince Robert?"

Yat just nodded silently.

"Do you think Robert, the Crown Prince of Burgundy, is the legitimate son of Marquis Ivrea?"

"This" Yat didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't expect Flander's topic to start from here.

But Fland obviously did not intend to get an answer from Ate, and he said directly: "Robel is indeed the legitimate son of my marquis cousin."

Yat was a little overwhelmed. The news he received was that the prince was not born, and combined with the fact that the Marquis's wife failed to give birth, Yat also had reason to believe the rumors.

"I think you have heard many remarks from the prince who is not a legitimate son, and you may even believe it. However, this rumor was carefully designed by me, and I spent a lot of money on it."

"The Marquis must know about this matter. You cannot deceive the Marquis and the Inner Court, and such rumors cannot deceive powerful people like Earl Ballwin." Yat raised a question.

Flander did not directly answer Yat's question, "I think you should know that Viscount Pierre, the governor of Tignets, was once the chief of the palace guards. You are not curious why a personal guard who followed the Marquis at the age of twelve would be sent to a remote and poor place like Tignets? Your Marquis' direct fiefdom is more than that."

Yat has never thought about this problem, and now I think about it, it is indeed a bit abnormal.

"Because of a scandal in the palace five years ago, a guard officer selected by the head of the palace guard Pierre climbed onto the marquis' bed. The guard officer was of course secretly executed, and Pierre was gradually suspicious and neglected by the marquis because of his lack of strict control."

"You sent that guard officer?" Yat heard the clue.

"That guard is just my emergency, and for this I have lost a brave subordinate."

"An urgent solution?" Yat was a little puzzled.

"There was a court physician in Besanson's court, who was the one my father had planted. Since Ivreya's newlywed twelve years ago, the doctor gave him and his successive marquises a special drug. That drug is not fatal, but it will cause people to lose their fertility. If this continues, I can just inherit the marquis' title. Anyway, I can afford it."

"But five years ago the doctor told me that the new Marquis was pregnant, and then he was killed by Bernard, who found out. I also tried to poison people, but Bernard was too defensive and I never succeeded."

"So you changed your plan and immediately sent someone to seduce the Marquis to make the Marquis doubt the guy in his wives?"

Flander looked at Yat with a "you are smart" smile, "The scandal and the Marquis were less than a month away from the pregnancy. I thought Ivrea would definitely kill that "blockbuster", but my cousin didn't take action! And that old thing Bernard also protected the little bastard tightly."

"Especially two years ago, Ivrea actually proposed to pass the throne at the court meeting. I originally planned to take back my own things gently, but he forced me to go crazy." A trace of sinister appeared in Fland's eyes.

Yat felt a little ashamed when he thought that Fland, who had always been kind to others, was so dark in his heart, "Will the Marquis start ill two years ago?"

"I wanted to kill him quickly, but the inner court guarded him too closely. His serious illness and bedridden had nothing to do with me. But I didn't expect that he would invite me to Bessonsang when he was ill, just to warn me not to have any inappropriate thoughts about the prince."

"How could I have unreasonable thoughts? Everything I want belongs to me. I just take back everything I have been taken away."

After Flander finished speaking, he paused for a moment to calm down his mood.

"Not many people know about these things, and even Baldwin just noticed them. Yat, today you know these things that are enough to make you die a thousand times." A cold smile appeared on Flander's face, and he looked straight at Yat without making any sound.

Yat's heart kept struggling, he didn't expect that he would stand with the real villain.
Chapter completed!