From today to the end of the month, we will have another chapter of the monthly tickets of twenty. As for what we say, book friends have invited me... Let's not talk about the psychological activities of this young lady for now. Besides, the battle between her father Lord Alan and Valed. She demolished the garden and the lawn, and the orchard. She almost demolished the castle. But she was still in a stalemate. One of them had one counted, and she could not see any chance of winning.

However, Valed had a plan in his mind. After fighting Lord Allen for so long, he had figured out the opponent's bottom. He knew that both sides were almost tied regardless of speed, strength, experience, reaction or magic ability. Even if there was a gap, it was extremely small. Logically speaking, the outcome of this battle should be 55. The biggest possibility is that both sides were exhausted and then tied - however,

However, Vared felt that he had more chances of winning than his uncle Lord Allen.

How did this chance of winning come about? His plan was like this: the opponent's two-handed weapon, and he was also a two-handed weapon - but the opponent had one sword and one shield, one defense and one attack. He was a double sword. My long sword was able to attack or defend, but the shield could only be used for defense. The attack of the sword was fierce and vicious, but because the sword body was narrow, it was slightly worse than that of blocking and defending. Therefore, he had such an advantage than him, and this was his chance of winning! One percent more chance of winning than the opponent!

"If I have a balanced offense and defense, I will definitely not be able to take over him. Either defend or attack. All defense is controlled by others, but the attack is the first to take action!"

Vared made up his mind and wanted to find an opportunity to attack like before to win.

After fighting for so long, Lord Alan on the opposite side also understood Vared's foundation. He knew that this child had high martial arts and magic. He was really the martial arts that came out of the battle formation, no worse than himself. Moreover, his offensive and defensive moves were almost complete, and there was almost no flaw. It was basically impossible for him to win him.

"But there is still a chance of winning. There is another one..." Lord Allen thought to himself: "Although the opponent is approaching perfection, it is not flawless. And he is a little younger. From his attack just now, it can be seen that he is still stronger than defense. What I have to wait for is that opportunity. If the opponent attacks with all his strength, the defensive situation cannot continue. There will inevitably be flaws, and that is my chance to win!"

Both sides competed for a move and calculated their chances of victory. One of these two people set their chances of victory on their own offensive, while the other also set their chances of victory on their opponent's offensive. It seems like a coincidence. In fact, it is because these two people are meticulous and good at calculating.

At this point, Vared's eyes flashed and shone. He stepped back three steps and avoided the opponent's sting, causing the opponent to pursue. Seeing the opponent's pursuit, Vared secretly shouted "Opportunity!" The left-handed short sword corrected the grip into a horizontal grip, followed by a storm-like attack that was even more terrifying, faster than before, and helpless!

The storm instantly wrapped Lord Alan in the middle. The people watching from the outside only saw the figure of Valed flashing, and then they saw a whirlwind "whimper" in the ground suddenly rising. It was like an upside-down tornado, blowing so hard that people couldn't open their eyes!

"Chance!"

Lord Alan, who was in it, knew that the opponent was doing his best. The "full attack" and "fragments" and "possession" he was waiting for, this is coming - of course, the premise is that he can save his life under such a violent offensive!

Seeing such a clever competition, the people around him shouted much less, and many vampires were a little worried. They were worried that these two were the top experts in Sylvania, and it would be a good thing to hurt either one.

It was like saying Miss Louise. She was excited and felt heartbroken. On one side, she was worried about her father, but on the other side, she was not so easy to say... She was worried about her brother-in-law or something, so the eldest lady really couldn't say it. At this moment, she looked at her sister Alice with a bit envious look, and even felt "How great would it be if I had been born that night."

Just when the young lady was complaining, she heard someone say in her ear:

"It's time to decide the outcome." She turned her head again. But she saw her mother, Count Nephrata, standing beside her with a serious expression on her face and watching the battlefield.

"Mother?"

"Don't talk," said the Earl Nephrata. "Look at this battle, what can you learn from it?"

Miss Louise thought for a moment and finally lowered her head: "Their combat level is too high. I feel like I can't learn anything."

"Being able to recognize yourself, to be honest, is a good quality in itself. It would be better if you can work hard for it. How can you say that you have not learned anything?"

"Yes, mother, I understand." Louise nodded, her face slightly better.

As soon as the words finished, there was a result on the battlefield over there - Valed and Lord Alan stood with swords. Half of Valed's left arm was cut off at the same time, and blood was flowing like a stream. Lord Alan crackled bones, his chest and ribs were all broken into scum, and his internal organs were shaken and moved!

"Vared!"

"Alan!"

Seeing such a tragic phenomenon, the onlookers were frightened and rushed up to rescue him.

The others were so surprised and scared, but both of them laughed on the battlefield.

"The edge of the shield is actually sharp... and I suffered a great loss." Vared picked up the broken arm and took it out of the wound. New flesh quickly grew out of the wound. At least from the appearance, there was nothing wrong with it.

"You are not bad either. Not only are you swords, but your skills are also very good." Lord Allen said this, while continuously performing Dark Resurrection on himself. After finally controlling his injuries, he bent down and returned the dagger that Vared on the ground to him.

It turned out that both of them felt that the chance of winning had come. Valed attacked, and the long sword separated the opponent's shield. The short sword broke through the opponent's sword block. He was about to make a contribution, but he didn't expect that there was a mechanism at the hilt of the opponent's sword. A short blade popped up. The Lord flipped his wrist and the short blade bounced the Vared sword.

Seeing this, Vared simply abandoned the dagger and spread his five fingers to Lord Alan's chest with a "pop" palm. The Lord broke the Lord's large piece of rib stick. The Lord was also anxious. He also used the last trump card he hid - Vared then realized how outrageous he was - the silver shield was no less attacking than Lord Yu's Snake's sword. He accidentally suffered a great loss and half of his arm was cut off.

In this way, one of the ribs that were broken all over the chest and the other had broken arms. The two sides could indeed fight again to this point - but if they continued to fight again, they would have to divide life and death. They were still from relatives, so how could they have such a heavy hand? So the two stopped at the same time. They praised each other. They shook hands and made peace, and the war was stopped.

"I haven't seen you take full advantage for a long time, Alan."

Seeing that his nephew and his lover were fine, the Earl Nephrata felt relieved and walked over. He said to Lord Alan: "But Vared is just a sixteen-year-old child. Why are you doing so seriously with him?"

The Lord said this and smiled bitterly, thinking: "If I don't say it seriously, I will make a fool of myself. You are looking at your nephew." Wared said to his uncle:

"My aunt blamed her uncle for wrongly. I did not do anything light or heavy. My uncle had no choice but to accompany me to make trouble."

"You still talk to him, you see that he is nothing, you have no arms around you." Earl Nephrata said this, and then grabbed Valed's hand with concern and asked, "What else is there to feel uncomfortable? Auntie will show you."

"No need, just take a break." Vared was a little detained, thinking that this aunt and his mother, Mrs. Windsor, were of the same nature and always made such a fuss. Looking at such a yard that was almost destroyed, I felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, aunt. I didn't stop for a while and ruined your garden."

The Count Nephrata, however, waved his hand and said, "It's good that you're fine, a broken garden is nothing." Then he pulled him forward two steps and said to the people of the Ramiya tribe who rushed over:

"Everyone, this is the Lord Valed von Castein, who recently inherited the title of Earl of Castein and is also the military hero of our Sylvania.

I just got a conversation and play. If there is anything that disturbs you, I apologize to you here. Tonight, the Wodenhof Castle will host a banquet to entertain His Excellency Valed, and I would like to enjoy the glory."

The Lamiya tribe members, who were indecisive, looked at the disaster-stricken garden fruit forest and thought to themselves: If this is a game, then if they are serious, wouldn’t they have to demolish the house?

However, since the Countess said it was a joke, then the ordinary tribesmen naturally had nothing to say. Many of them fell in love with Valed's handsome appearance, and the special charming Lamiya, who looked like a half-aged child, was full of charm in their eyes, and they thought to take this dinner opportunity to get close to Valed and make friends.

The crowd dispersed. The Count Nephrata ordered the servants to sort out the endgame. Taking advantage of this moment, Alice, Lilia and Anne all surrounded him and asked Valed about his well-being. Maya also gritted her teeth and ran to the side, but she didn't dare to speak. Valed suddenly seemed to have fallen into the pile of powder again.

Fortunately, he has practiced it for so many years. He persuaded this and coaxed that girl to comfort the girls in a few words, and even took La Maya's little hand while no one was paying attention. This romantic skill made his uncle Lord Alan secretly applaud, thinking to himself:

I thought I was a person who claimed to be a romantic figure back then, but it was much worse than this nephew. Just as I was thinking about this, I felt that Louise's eyes were a little wrong beside me. The Lord turned his head to look at his daughter and asked, "What's wrong, Louise?" (Welcome to support you, is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!