Light Spirit Epic

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"Yes? It’s a self-speaking emperor." Kay looked at the information while listening to Arthur’s words absently. "But what should I do? According to them, the other person is five people, if it is a duel. The number of people we have to send out here is still one."

"The **** parliament clearly said that I would like to bring four people to Rome." Arthur said, "Is it not entirely clear what is going on in the parliament?"

"I don't think they are at all ignorant of the situation, but deliberately want to give you trouble," said Ivan.

"It is not a good thing for the Romans and the Hungarians to form an alliance. Even if the people in the parliament are looking for my troubles, will they not add chaos to themselves?" Arthur asked inexplicably.

"Maybe the parliament did not intend to form an alliance with Rome. Instead, they hoped that Rome and the Hungarians would form an alliance, and then they would pin the two eyes out."

"Can your human thoughts be more complicated and complicated?" Biddiville couldn't help but show his disgust.

"There is no way to entangle this now. Let's consider how to win." Arthur said, "All in all, is it not enough to win a duel before the problem of insufficient numbers is exposed?"

"Do you win three games before the start of the fifth matchup? It's so smooth." Kay shook his head. "I am good with Arthur, but can these two kids win if they are on the court?"

"If you say it, you will definitely win." Ivan was cold and authentic.

"At least better than you, kid. If you don't accept it, let's go out and play it now?" Kay snarled.

"You two shut up for me!" Arthur yelled. "Let me think about it. There is always a way."

The next morning, the glimpse hall of the Roman Emperor Justin I.

"Oh, come? Don't go to salute, get up. I was originally a rough man from a martial art. What kind of etiquette is the most annoying." The Roman emperor said that he was sitting on his throne with his legs. Although it is a very casual posture, but his gestures are full of indescribable domineering.

"See the Emperor's Majesty." Arthur simply took a ritual, thinking that compared with Justin's last night, the momentum is far worse. Is this the majesty of the emperor?

"Well, I think you probably know about Rome's position. I am a troublesome person. I have already called the generals directly to contact you. What you should do should be explained clearly. Of course, The orc has explained it the same way."

The orc is probably saying "I support you secretly, I hope you can win"? The Roman emperor, Arthur thought.

"In short, the duel is scheduled to be held tomorrow in the Roman fighting field. It is basically a one-on-one duel and five games to win." The emperor said, "Is there any doubt?"

"No problem, the emperor kneels." Arthur said.

"See the Emperor's Majesty." At this time, five orcs came in. These orcs were draped in cloaks, but they were unobtrusive, but from their steady footsteps and tall figure, these guys were excellent. Warrior.

"You don't have to be prudent, you are excused." Emperor said, the tone of speech and the tone of the conversation with Arthur and his party were the same.

The Emperor used the language of the Hungarian people and the group of Hungarian envoys. Arthur probably could guess what he said. Although not in the color, Arthur couldn't help but conceal the old fox that Justin I wanted to please on both sides.

After seeing the Roman emperor, the envoys on both sides retreated to the reception room. This small reception room began to have a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Oh, are these are the envoys of Pantoraken?" said a tiger man led by the Hungarian ambassador. He said that it was not very authentic English, and the tone was like laughing at Arthur.

"I was disappointed. Did Pantoracen not intend to form an alliance with Rome? Is it a small boy? Isn’t the number enough? I think you should not directly admit defeat in the duel? At that point, at least not subject to it. The bitterness of the flesh, children!" The words of the tiger are more and more mean.

Kay stepped forward: "What are you talking about?! Bastard -"

Arthur waved his hand to stop Kay's attack: "--Your superficial understanding of human beings stays on the outside to measure the combat power?" He said coldly, "Reassure, you will never be disappointed, tomorrow. The duel will definitely make you feel good. There is really one person missing here, but this will not affect the outcome of the duel, because you will never have a chance to play the fifth duel. In the first three games you will directly Lost."

This time it was the turn of the orcs who had a collective disaster, and the three of the five envoys screamed together:

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"Bad boy don't look down on people!"

"Do you think we are going to smash your corpse directly here?!"

"Do you want to die now?!"

"Quiet!" A leopard man in the festival walked up to stop several other companions, and then he took off his hood and revealed a familiar face: "I met again, Arthur Anonymous."

"Cetovia Gauss." Arthur Road.

"Yes, 'Wei Si Si'! Are you deliberate?!" The leopard angered, and then he knew that he was out of order, and immediately coughed. "Cough. In short, I am looking forward to tomorrow's duel. I hope that your strength is true. It’s as strong as it’s said on the mouth. Now, let’s at least introduce ourselves to each other in etiquette—[Windtalker], Gyreto’s Cetóvia’s Cestovia.

"Pantolaken Northern Knights, Silver Knight Arthur Kelton." Arthur said without emotion.

"[Leaf Dancer], Tovar Karonus of the Glick." Another catman did a courtesy.

"The same is Pantoraken Northern Knights, Silver Knight, Kea Keto." Sir Kay said reluctantly.

"哼" The tiger snorted, "The fangs [Frenzy Swordsman], Rees Levis."

"I" under the eyes of Arthur and Kay, Ivan said: "Pantolaken West Knights, Gaia Knights, Owen Yous."

The orcs have revealed doubtful expressions. This seems to be the weakest kid who is the highest-ranking player in this group of knights?

"[The Earth's Fragmenter], Lepaf of the Turks," said the burly elephant.

"Pantolaken North Knights of the Knights of the Bronze, Bebelen Lyle. The servant of Knight Arthur," said Bediville.

"Oh, servant? The Knights actually hired the orcs as servants." Tigers swordsman Reeves was suspicious.

"I was a slave I bought for money. I want to arrange for it to work. The Knights can't ask." Arthur was cold and eloquent, playing with the face of Bedyville, as if to demonstrate to the orcs: 'This Is it my possession, can you manage it? '.

The orcs showed a fierce look, but they were all stopped by the leopard Man Weiss.

"What are you doing, talk about something, stupid." Davis was facing the last messenger.

The white bear man has been in a daze, staying for a long time, finally finally said: "Papa. The servant of the owner of Davis."

The leopard frowned. "Can't you say something decent? You are a stupid bear."

"Yes, I am sorry." The white bear man looked embarrassed. "Papa is too clumsy and doesn't speak very much."

The other orcs were grinning, and they seemed to even look down on the clumsy white bear. But the opposite of Biddiville is as earthy.

"Do you even make fun of your own companions?" Bettiville couldn't help himself.

"Companion? Don't understand it wrong." Tigers Reeves sneered. "It is true that the white bear is a valuable combat force. This is why we brought him. But this fool is nothing but fighting. He is just You are a tool. You should be very clear about being a slave. When will your slaves be equal to us?"

"Look, even if I am like this to him, he doesn't dare to scream -" Tiger Reeve pulled out the dagger and crossed the arm of the white bear Papa. A deep **** trace was left on the white bear's arm. Papa showed a painful expression, but did not say a word, just biting his teeth.

In a matter of seconds, the white bear's cut arm healed, leaving only the blood, and the painful expression of Papa's face that was humiliated by the public.

"Play enough, Levi's." Leopard Man Weiss stopped his companion. "So, see you on the battlefield tomorrow, Pantoraken's knights."

Arthur gripped Bettewell's arm tightly, and the pain kept Bedyville from being sensible for the time being.