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"Vissue Arnoldco from Shiris County." Leo Xin bowed absent-mindedly. "Sir Thales of Harmondale." He paused, looking at the fully armed guys in front of them with pure hatred in their eyes, and the alchemist didn't know how public anger he had committed. "You... I hope you are not good at all."

"So, the white devil!" Sir Thales clasped his fists with his hands. He put a jingle thin leather armor, a heavy sword hung on the sword belt, and knocked his butt from time to time as he moved. Li Ou wanted to laugh. However, the alchemist looked around: the hall was filled with shining armor and sharp spears. "It's a pity that you are still alive, you are not burned to death." []

"Sorry, we disappointed you." Leo shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't do it as you wish."

"It's you..." The red-robed monk next to him smiled sadly, his smoke-gray eyes appeared in anger and hatred. "I really don't want to see you. You will regret appearing here, I promise."

"Don't rush to intimidate, Lord Ahiben."

Viscount Arnoldko threw the scarlet cloak behind him, revealing a carved and hollowed brass breastplate with a striking golden ship pattern on it. The armor shone under the sun, like a small sun. However, Leo looked at the gorgeous and weird hollowing out above, and his sword could penetrate easily. It was more practical than it was, Leo curled his lips.

“We are not here to argue and fight—”

"What is that?" Ahiben glanced around coldly, then locked his eyes tightly. "Are these guys, are they here to worship the gods? Or are they planning to destroy the place completely? I think the answer is obvious. I am not a foolish fool, and I will naively think that all you hold are barbecue forks."

"You insulted the most loyal soldier under Duke Patton!" Thales screamed loudly.

"Quiet." The alchemist looked at him with a smirk, "I thought you would rush up like a rooster jumping. What a pity that my sword has been waiting to kiss your ass."

"you--"

"Don't be busy first, don't be busy first. Don't be anxious." Mario monk mocked, "Oh, look, these soldiers don't feel that way, the noble Mr. Jazz." He leaned on the back of the chair, and his whole body was huddled on the wide cushion, lazily. He stroked his fingers and circled the surrounding spearmen. "They were already frightened, and they wished you could turn and escape with a glance - after all, the silence of the gods was a place for the gods to rest, not their martial arts field. Killing was not allowed here, they all knew this, and as long as the gods were angry, they would run away."

"I would love to know how the gods get angry." Arnoldko smiled coldly, "With flame?"

There was a terrible silence spreading in the hall. The viscount's voice buzzed in the hall, and the desert warriors standing on both sides tightened their eyes and clenched their fists. "Usually with swords," the red-robed monk stared at Arnoldko, "and blood."

"You can be disrespectful, Mr. Viscount." The Mario monk took over the conversation, "but I doubt more, whether they have ever seen blood. A group of recruits, it seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough?"

The words with frost made the other party retreat briefly.

However, the real situation is not optimistic: since the fire that night, the authority of the monks' orders has been much worse than before, and rumors spread in the silence of the sanctuary. It swept through the sanctuary that had maintained a repentant peace for several days. There were whispers everywhere, and people who broke the oath in every corner were talking about the fire that burned the sanctuary. The monks tried to rebuild order, but with little effect. The arms they rely on became no longer as much as their arms and fingers, and even began to bear the danger of backlashing themselves. But it was only a moment to hide it. The alchemists knew clearly that Ahiben needed time, enough time.

Taking this opportunity, Leo quickly leaned over and asked in a low voice. "What the hell is going on, Yaheben? They really came for Nianta? I don't think it's like."

"I can't guess."

"Guess it. I feel bad."

"It depends on how they make a move." The red-robed monk frowned, but his anxiety was hidden very well, and it looked more like anger than uneasiness. "Li Ou, don't interfere, I see if I can fool you."

"I find it difficult, Ahiben." The Mario monk looked at the viscount in front of him and said without any fantasy. "They made up their minds. There were so many soldiers."

"Things will be clear."

"Yes." The Mario monk nodded in agreement. "No matter what, revenge must be avenged. But it cannot be done now."

"So?" Li Ou felt something was wrong.

The red-robed monk looked at him with helpless and painful eyes, "Sometimes, we have to learn to compromise, Leo."

He was right. But there was only incredible anger in the alchemist's heart. "It means betrayal." He gritted his teeth and glared at Ahiben. "One, two, three...I'm fed up with this." He growled in a low voice.

"Things may not be that bad, it's just the worst plan-" said Ahiben, the former Dalma.

He is no longer a simple follower of his father. Leo thought sadly that he was the chief monk of the sanctuary. He helped him, but he could never shelter him, and he would be in conflict with another force that could not compete with, even though the other party ruined his expectations. He could only rely on himself. Reality once again taught him a lesson. All the roads had to be carried by himself.

"We need time, and then you can get help." The red-robed monk explained sadly. However, Leo couldn't help but wonder how real his expression was. That night, in the raging fire, he almost didn't feel the sadness of Brandik's death. "The sanctuary of Silence cannot sink, she needs to change. But now, time is the most insecurity..."

"Needless to say," Leo interrupted him, he no longer had expectations. "I get it, the monk Ahiben."

Perhaps their flaws were noticed by them. Arnoldko took a step forward, "Dear Red-robed monk, are you still going to invite the White Devil here to visit?" He finally began to tell his true intention. "Until he left?"

"He is still my guest. This has never changed."

The alchemist leaned against the chair, holding the armrest with his right hand, without saying a word.

"But he defiled the place. A unbelievable arrogant man is visiting the territory of the gods. This is what you, as believers of the gods?" Arnoldko smiled disdainfully, "When have the gods been so merciful?"

"Because of the tolerance of the gods-"

"They are not like you, with a black heart with pus flowing water. I doubt it is still beating." Leo interrupted the red-robed monk. He sat upright and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him. "Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Viscount. Don't beat around the bush, let's have something to say. The person who makes the decision is me, not others, and no one can represent myself."

"Very good." Arnoldko said happily. He glanced at the monk with his face and expression, and spoke, "You have defiled the sea of ​​sand, and you will not be welcome here, the white devil." He said, "and you should remember that you insulted Thales and insulted me, the two nobles--"

"A rude bastard has become a nobleman. I think the title of bandits and robbers is more suitable for you."

"Rare!" Thales shouted loudly, "You gangster and thief!"

"Why? I'm telling the truth about it? That's the truth?" Li Ou smiled wickedly, his fingers opened and closed, and his fingertips brushed the rough hilt of the sword. "I heard recently that becoming a noble is quite simple. In order to maintain a luxurious life, your prince just needs to pay a sum of money to the noble elders' house."

Thales's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

"Old Arnoldko," the alchemist smiled unabated, "It seems that what I said is true?"

"Say a few more words, White Devil, soon your mouth will not be yours." The Viscount threatened, "So hurry up and mock you a little more, and you will make us feel more guiltless."

"I doubt you know what guilt is," said Leo. "Well, Viscount Arnoldco of Shiris County, and Sir Thales of Harmondale. What are you going to do? Tell me quickly, don't waste everyone's time. In such weather, I should go take a nap instead of playing riddle guessing games with you."

"This is what we have to do!" The angry Thales pulled out a leather guard from his belt and threw it heavily on the ground at the feet of the alchemist. "I will use your blood to wash your insults to the nobles, devil!" he screamed.

"Just just for this?" Leo smiled disapprovingly, "You come with so many soldiers, just to duel with me? Don't joke, I'm different from you, I'm not a fool."

Thales drew his sword and stared at him with red eyes. "Dull, coward!"

"Pick it up, alchemist." Arnoldko said provocatively, "His Royal Highness has given you a choice, and a duel."

"Fighting is forbidden in the silence, guests." The red-robed monk reminded "kindly". "Arnoldko, tell the fool, pick it up quickly. We cannot throw garbage here. This is a temple, not a duke's castle. If he doesn't want to pick it up, I will let him know the consequences of doing so. The hand that throws things is careful not to protect."

The other party ignored them, and the spear was corrected by the spearmen and made silently coerced. "Go to the yard." said the Viscount.

"Dull?" the alchemist snorted coldly.

"Yes, you have to fight."

"I must?"

"must."

"But, Lord Viscount, don't you think..." Leo changed into a more comfortable position in the chair. He smiled disapprovingly, "I am just the white devil in your mouth. His origin is not worthy of mention. I am also a tribute to me in duel? I don't think I deserve... Why do you say that? I don't deserve to be glorious and praise in the competition."

"If you challenge a noble, he will naturally have the right to accept or reject it, depending on his wishes. But now the opposite is true: Sir Thales challenges you to equal status - only temporary, of course - so you cannot refuse." Arnoldko raised his eyebrows and said in a mocking tone. "Rejecting this glory will only prove that you have no value at all."

"The logic is so strict." The red-robed monk smiled miserably, "I see you as a philosopher, Mr. Viscount."

Leo raised his head and stared into Arnoldko's eyes. The other party's eyes were like he hated winning. He just wanted to fuck him. "I don't think my value needs to be measured by duels, or judged by a group of chirping mice. I know the geometry of my value-"

"You'll need it." Arnoldko interrupted, "If you're totally worthless..."

“What will happen?”

Lord Viscount smiled coldly, "I will order you to find a tree to hang yourself. You are the one who takes the feces."

"Sorry, there are no trees here, iron buckets."

"You will be glad that there is a crooked tree here later," Arnoldko told him, "because if you fail, your companions will be thrown into prison, and Miss Nianta is the bride to become the prince."

"Ahh, this is your real purpose." Li Ou was mentally prepared for this. The other party must have wanted to obtain the inheritance rights of Hejiandi in justification. Damn politics, he cursed in a low voice. "What if I win?"

"You won't win." The Viscount of Siris looked at him with a slight smile. "Even if you hurt Thales a hair in the duel, you will be punished, you devil. I will arrest you and send you again. This is the order of the prince."

Leo took out his ears, "If I understand correctly," he said, "I have to participate in the duel. If I refuse, I will be hung. If I agree to the duel, I cannot fight back. Because if I hurt him, I will go to the guillotine. What a charming choice. Maybe I should help you relieve you some trouble? Why don't I hit the statue here - you choose any one - so that you can be satisfied?"

"Don't be sarcastic," Arnoldko said, gritting his teeth, "You insulted the nobles, princes, and the daughter of the Mother of the Desert, the Devil! You have to pay the price for this, understand? The young Thales needs to defeat a white devil to gain reputation-"

"It's a good plan to let the prince marry the heir of Hejiandi in a legitimate way." Li Ou slapped casually. "But before this, can you tell me the noble Sir Thales, his identity? Is he the prince's male favorite or the head of the Miss God?"

"Shut up!" Thales screamed in anger, "Let us see the truth, the White Devil."

Arnoldko's big hand, like a thorn, grabbed Thales' arm tightly. "There is no doubt that he is sarcastic, the white devil." He said with his eyes narrowed, "We are useless to take your body, so you just need to take the initiative to defeat, and you and your partners can save your life. That's it, you have no choice."

"But there are always exceptions in everything."

"Exception? For the impossible? I promise you will be treated with courtesy."

"Pretty of the prison car? It seems I have no choice?"

"Yes."

"You think so, sir?" The mockery on Li Ou's face became stronger. He looked around the soldiers. "But I think I still have a choice."

"Indeed," said Arnoldko provocatively, "you have a choice. But then there will be killing. Do you want to see things turn out like that? Do you want to add blood and death to your conscience? Unless your companions are alone here, the path you choose can only lead to blood and death. Besides, you can't kill us. Because I think the monks don't want to welcome His Royal Highness the Prince's anger, if they don't want this place to be ruins."

"Let me say one thing," said the red-robed monk, "Mr. Arnoldko, you use noble words to try to arouse the morality of an alchemist - try to ask him not to draw his sword against a bandit who tried to attack him. Of course, he sympathized with the bandit because there were eighty mothers on it and hungry children under it. But don't you think that you have no glory to say in this way? Even if this Thales of Harmondale won, he would not have a good reputation. Do you think that people's mouths are only for food, and everyone is mute?"

However, the other party took the initiative, and the hesitant desert warrior gave him the greatest courage. So Arnoldko's face was full of smiles and he did not shy away. "I didn't ask the White Devil, I just asked him to make a choice. How to choose is his business." He sneered, "But I have to suggest: Duel, White Devil. This is the best way, not a life and death. Just stop if you are beaten down."

"Ha? The duel that can survive is unprecedented."

"Now you know." Thales waved his sword twice and said viciously, "I will cut your stomach, cut your intestines, and then stuff them into your farts and eyes."

"It's so disgusting." Li Ou curled his lips with disgust, "You butcher's illegitimate son. Someone actually likes the swine fever on you."

"Stop your mockery!" Arnoldko pulled out his sword and waved it down suddenly, "Make a choice, agree, or... or agree."

"This joke is so funny." Li Ou stood up and said finally, "Let's try it. It's a pity that this sunny day is shining."

"Then you agree." Arnoldko looked up, his eyes flashing, "Will you duel with the noble Sir Thales from Harmondale?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Then go and prepare."

"I won't be like you, like a borer. I'm ready." Leo pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand. "Don't waste time, let's fight quickly. Monk Ahiben, just watch it, it's okay to have anything to do with you. Am I right? Mr. Arnoldko?"

"It's perfectly correct." The Viscount glanced at the red-robed monk and said in a heightened voice, "This is still a land that belongs to the sanctuary. No matter what happens, it's only related to the white devil."
Chapter completed!