"Do you really know what you are doing?"

Michael pressed against the wall with one hand and held the knife in the other, gasping in pain.

Between his ribs, a wound that tore his robe was soaked with blood.

"Believe me, father," in front of him, Croache shook off the blood on his sword with a cold face, "I know what I am doing better than at any time in the past twenty years."

Michael gritted his teeth, pressed his wounds, and frowned.

After all, he is still old and is no longer a hand-held guard.

His sword skills are unfamiliar, his hands are sluggish, and his body is always slow.

And there are no weapons and equipment at hand...

Michael slowly walked away from the wall and sighed.

He held the handle of the knife backwards, protected his forearm with the back of the knife, held it in front of him, bent down to make a conservative counterattack, and said in a deep voice:

"Your mother wouldn't want to see us fighting each other."

The female swordsman's expression changed.

Chloe's expression was very complicated and subtle, half-smiling but not smiling, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"It's hard for you to still remember her," Chloe's voice was filled with sullenness: "Of course, to her, her man, her husband is everything..."

"How could we do anything bad to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chloe stepped forward and stabbed through the air with her long sword like a poisonous snake without mercy!

Michael subconsciously raised his hand and lifted the tip of the sword away from his head.

"I know I'm not a good father, and I know you're very strong, but if this is to get back at me..." Michael withstood the edge of Croash's sword and gritted his teeth: "It's not worth it."

Chloe seemed to have heard the biggest joke. She snorted and said softly: "Don't be so arrogant, father, you are not that important yet."

The next moment, Kroesi slashed his sword downwards without any hesitation, reaching straight for Michael's thigh!

Michael struggled to dodge a step, but received another stab in the ribs.

On the face, thighs, ribs, and wrists, each of Kroesi's attacks seemed to predict the next attack point, constantly mobilizing Michael's movements to provide an effective prelude to the next attack and save the time to draw the sword.

time, moment, angle.

Michael knew that he had once again fallen into the opponent's expected rhythm - unless there was an unexpected change of tactics, he would lose if he stayed for a long time.

Sure enough, in the next second, Kroesh's sword cut through Michael's left shoulder, drawing blood!

Michael rolled to avoid the next sword and stepped back five steps in embarrassment.

Chloe nodded: What a pity.

Originally, the next sword could go straight to the throat without any effort.

Should it be said that he is worthy of being a former Blade Guard?

"What's that for?"

I saw Michael bathing in blood with a ferocious face, and said angrily: "Why stand on the side of the traitor, betray your monarch, and betray the creed of the Northlanders?"

Chloe looked at her father coldly and shook her head contemptuously.

"I have just been promoted to captain of the personal guard by His Excellency the Grand Duke," she said softly: "Of course I must be loyal and do my best and fulfill my duties."

Michael's eyes narrowed.

The former king's official shook his head.

"Sober up," he sighed slowly, looking at Chloe with disappointment in his eyes: "Do you think this is because he appreciates you? So you are loyal in return?"

Chloe's hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously.

"Rumba will not let a little girl be his personal guard captain for no reason," Michael said word for word: "I have been in the palace for too many years and know them too well - what they value is not your ability.

, it’s just your identity and relationship—whether it’s me or the Tower of the End.”

Chloe's pupils slowly narrowed.

silence.

"Thank you for reminding me, father," Crowley exhaled, gritted his teeth slightly, and said angrily:

"Just like the old days."

Michael frowned.

"Under his men, you are just a rare commodity that happens to be used in an incident, a tool that can be exploited, and a person who can extract value," Michael's voice continued: "The so-called guard captain is just a

It’s just false bait.”

The female swordsman spread her legs, lowered her waist, and seriously raised the sword's edge to her chest.

It's like facing the most terrifying enemy.

"Don't sink any further, Kroesh," Michael shook his head sadly: "Your mother definitely doesn't want to see..."

"Don't mention her again," Croash interrupted him decisively: "You don't deserve it."

Michael's face darkened.

But then he looked up.

"What about Lady Adele?"

Chloe's expression changed.

Michael's voice was very steady and calm, but there was a different kind of sadness: "After your mother passed away, my wife took you with her, raised you, loved you, and treated you as her own..."

Chloe lowered her head, hiding her face in the gloom, and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with her left hand.

"She paid to send you to the Tower of the End, not so that you could bleed for a certain lord," Michael continued sadly: "Becoming their tool without knowing it..."

Before he finished speaking, Croash suddenly rose up and struck with a sword!

"clang!"

Michael pressed the back of the sword with his left hand and blocked the sword forcefully.

In front of him, the female swordsman looked crazy, holding the sword with both hands, and she was more powerful than before!

"Adele?"

"She is a good person," Kroesh gritted his teeth and stared at his father, "But she can't even save herself."

Michael, who was wrestling with his daughter, suddenly felt sad.

Michael also gritted his teeth and his hands began to tremble.

"So she sent you to the Tower of the End so that you can protect yourself, don't have to rely on others, don't have to be controlled by others, and can live freely and happily," Michael said painfully: "Stay away... stay away

The darkness and misfortune she faced herself."

To his surprise, when Chloe heard this sentence, she took a breath slowly.

At that moment, an expression of ridicule or disdain appeared on her face.

"You've never changed, have you, Byrne Michael?"

Just listen to Kroesi say calmly and disappointedly: "Just like everyone else."

Michael was slightly startled: "What?"

The next moment, Croash suddenly activated the power of termination, and the long sword suddenly let go!

Just when Michael felt that the long sword had lost its barrier and that it was impossible to recover, Kroesi's sword twisted on his sword and miraculously circled back to its original position, going straight to his throat.

But at this moment, a long sword radiating cold light poked out from behind Michael!

Hitting the spine of Croash's sword impartially.

"Ding!"

Michael felt a soft ringing in his ears, and Croash's sword edge missed his left ear, sending a slight chill.

The long sword did not stop, but continued to attack, piercing Croash's wrist!

Chloe immediately sheathed her sword and took several steps back to avoid the sword's attack.

The three of them distanced themselves.

Michael looked behind him in surprise.

"You?" he asked with difficulty.

Crowley's eyes were on fire as he stared at the new troublemaker.

The visitor held a sword flower and spoke softly.

"Let's go," Miranda Arend stood beside Michael with a solemn expression: "You go and help others - there are not many enemies, but they are widely distributed, trying to stop us."

Miranda stared at Chloe: "Let me deal with her."

Chloe sneered.
To be continued...