Bayer cast a gentle and firm gaze on Alten, smiled slightly and said: "Being able to participate in a trial that is close to actual combat and experience the dangers of blood and fire is my pursuit as a true knight, and has nothing to do with the identity of the crown prince.// /
/[This article comes from]" As he spoke, he looked at Plantagenet Duke Ulrich and said, "Uncle Ulrich, since you agreed to Sophia's request, you shouldn't refuse me again, right? I also got the same
With my father’s consent.”
The old Duke sighed: "You young people... well, let's fulfill your wish."
His somewhat slack eyelids drooped, blocking all the emotional changes in his dark blue eyes.
Count Nurembeck smiled heartily and said: "Well done, Bayer, knights should be tempered by battle! If I had not gone to the Northern Province, participated in the war against Shahran, and fought with countless knights on the earth,
Fighting in the sky, fighting at the bottom of the river, and passing death many times, maybe I will never be able to advance to the Sky Knight level in my life."
"Uncle Nürnbeck, you have always been my role model." Bayer chuckled, then turned and walked towards Alten, smiling casually as if by accident, "As my good friend, I hope you can fight alongside me.
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Alten's expression immediately became excited, he knelt down on one knee and said in a knight's allegiance to the lord: "This is my honor, Your Highness, I will always be your knight."
The noble disciples who followed him were all extremely excited. With the participation of His Royal Highness, his identity and strength, the situation was once again favorable to him and others!
This is why Alten was so excited. Bayer's just-in-time appearance allowed him to see light in the darkness of sinking!
"I didn't expect that His Highness the Prince would also come, and he would still be on Alten's side..." Lucien muttered to himself "subconsciously" in a daze.
Next to her, Sophia's face was as white as fat, and she showed no emotion at all. She smiled coquettishly and said, "With the addition of brother, things have become interesting. Otherwise, if we have two level fives here, bullying Alten and the others would be like
There is no point in bullying children."
Alten has just entered the rank of Grand Knight not long ago, and is currently only at level three.
Really? Little girl... Lucien said in a funny tone. His real age may not be as old as Sophia's, but his mental age is far older.
Lucien looked past the tip of Sophia's pointed nose and looked at Claire and Ralph to observe their reactions.
Claire's neat white teeth were seen unconsciously biting her red lips, her eyes wandering and flickering. Ralph's right hand was clenched into a fist and pressed against his mouth. Their expressions were slightly gloomy. Obviously, the appearance of the princess and prince made them look at each other.
His own hopes of victory were once again in doubt.
The expressions and movements of the other heir candidates were similar. Suddenly, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old stood up and said: "Uncle Duke, I request to withdraw."
"Huh?" Ulrich looked at him with a stern look.
The young boy said in frustration: "They are too powerful. I have no hope of winning, so I won't accept the blow."
"Very wise." The talkative Duda was speaking proudly.
Duke Ulrich didn't say much. Giving in is not necessarily cowardly. Sometimes it is smart.
With the beginning, all candidates except "Borac", Alten, Claire and Relf withdrew.
"Your Highness, your momentum completely overwhelmed them." Andris said flatteringly without blushing, "You are indeed the most talented knight of this generation."
The bloodline of the God's Family is "Seraphs". Different Seraph abilities inspired by different members are often different, some prefer melee combat, some prefer spellcasting, and some have both. For example, Rudolf II inspires balance
With the "King of Angels" bloodline, Sophia is the "Angel of Wind" who purely casts spells. Bayer is the "Angel of Justice" who prefers melee combat.
Bayer smiled and shook his head: "Although I am very confident in myself, when it comes to the most talented knights of this generation, there is no doubt that Princess Natasha of the Principality of Violet is able to do so at the age of twenty-six.
She became a Sky Knight when she was young, which is very rare even in historical records. With her will to straighten out the two top bloodlines, there will be no obstacles before she becomes a Golden Knight. So I admire her very much, but I feel inferior.
I hope that I can advance to the Sky Knight level as soon as possible, so that I can go to Alto openly and see if the most beautiful violet has the same unparalleled appearance and fighting talent as in the legend."
He spoke frankly and frankly, without any trace of inferiority or shyness, but rather with a sense of motivating himself.
"Maybe Princess Natasha will be the queen of the empire in the future." Andris smiled in agreement, making a pun.
Lucien rubbed his chin and looked at them with a half-smile.
"Brother's dream will never come true. The church cannot allow the Principality of Violet to return to the embrace of the empire. You must know that Her Royal Highness the Princess is already the Violet Countess." Sophia whispered with a smile.
Denis combed the hair on his forehead: "That's not necessarily the case. Love can sometimes make people do the stupidest things. If the empire and the principality are firm, the church can't get involved."
"Then it depends on your brother's charm." Sophia giggled.
Your brother's charm is almost hopeless, but you have a certain possibility, Lucien muttered to himself.
Seeing that the time was up, Plantagenet Duke Ulrich announced:
"The trial of the underground palace begins. Whoever among the four successor candidates reaches the secret room filled with oil paintings of ancestors of the Plantagenet family first will win. If no one arrives, whoever can persist to the end will also win."
"Remember, the underground palace is changing at any time. The map you bought with a lot of money is of no use. At the same time, everyone will appear in a different place after entering. Don't try to ambush in place, that will delay your time."
There are only goals and no rules. All means are allowed in the underground palace, but in the trial, followers cannot be brought. In addition to verifying bloodline, the identity check also prevents anyone from using items to transform for the Sky Knight, turning the trial completely one-sided.
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The strange stone door behind Ulrich slowly turned black, like the open mouth of a terrifying monster, and Alten was the first to stand in front of it.
Count Nürnbeck took out a gorse brooch and stuck it directly into the back of his hand.
Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyelids drooped, understanding that this was to verify bloodline. Can the transformation mask hide it from them?
A drop of shimmering blood condensed on the needle of the gorse brooch, and was quickly absorbed by it without any trace of blood stain.
Count Nürnbeck nodded gently: "Go in, Alten."
When Alten reached the edge of the dark door, he suddenly looked back at Lucien with a hint of provocation in his eyes. He clenched the five fingers of his right hand one after another, raised his fist, and then took a big step without waiting for Lucien's reaction.
Disappear into the darkness.
Next, it was Lucien's turn.
He calmly stretched out his left hand, trying to relax his heartbeat and muscles, and felt a little tingling as he watched Nurembeck insert the pin into his blood vessel.
As soon as the pin left the back of his hand, Lucien's spirit immediately tensed up, and he was ready to revolt after being exposed, kidnap Sophia or take advantage of the chaos to escape.
That drop of blood was like a silver moon that had shrunk countless times. Its faint brilliance spilled out, and then it shook a few times on the needle, causing Lucien's heart to almost stop beating.
After a brief shake, the blood was strangely absorbed by the pin. There was no trace left.
"Borac, go in, where are your weapons and armor?" Count Nurembeck smiled slightly curiously.
Lucien pointed to his storage bag and replied respectfully: "It's all in there."
Understanding that he was using extraordinary items as his trump card, Nurembeck asked no more questions and let him walk to the dark door. The expressions of Ralph and Claire at the back of the team changed slightly.
Without looking back, Lucien walked into the dark door unhurriedly.
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As if passing through a thick layer of cold, damp mist, Lucien found himself in a room similar to a servant's bedroom. It was spacious but only equipped with rows of standard wooden beds and a few old wooden cabinets.
After putting on the Fireweaver's bracelet, boots of dodge, transformation robe, and ogre monster power gloves. After turning the robe into a silver-gray armor, Lucien took out the frost sword that shone with blue light.
Leaving the room and stepping into the corridor, based on the information provided by Rhine and the surrounding layout, he began to determine the location of the secret passage into the inner layer of the palace, which was the secret room filled with oil paintings of the ancestors of the Plantagenet family.
"This underground palace was once hosted by an alchemical life, but it died out for unknown reasons. It can only change based on instinct, and the law of change is the astrological chart of the Thanos constellation." Lucien held the long sword tightly with both hands, and slowly
Walking, observing the flow of energy and the arrangement of some magic arrays that were not hidden, he began to decipher the rules of change.
Because it was unclear whether Duke Plantagenet and others outside the palace could observe what was going on inside, Lucien did all this very covertly and did not even deploy his mental force field.
Just after turning a corridor, Lucien suddenly saw an open house. Several noble children were walking in from another door. Their eyes suddenly met. There was the tall and beautiful Qiaocelin, and there was also the mean-mouthed one.
Andris.
"Haha, I didn't expect to bump into you, you loser! Where is your princess? Where is your helper?" Andris, wearing black armor, laughed wildly, "You seem to have been abandoned by the Lord, so you are plagued by bad luck!"
He raised his giant sword with both hands high, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Lucien.
Jocelin and others all showed expressions of surprise. Borak, who was alone, was quite easy to deal with. Such an opportunity was too rare. If he were to meet the princess and Deni, things would be very troublesome.
However, there was a hint of pity in Jocelyn's surprised look. After all, Borak had admired her for so long, and it was a bit unbearable to think that he was about to be severely and bloodyly injured by Andris' giant sword.
Seeing Borak standing there as if he was stunned, Andris jumped up suddenly, jumped down, and struck hard.
go to hell!
As soon as the inner cry arose, the giant sword in both hands was cut halfway, and suddenly there was a shining silver hand on the sword.
This hand was so cold and ruthless. The fingers were clasped tightly, holding the giant sword so that it could no longer be cut down. Andris was like a frog hanging on the sword, trying to kick his legs, but it was difficult to land.
Such an incredible scene made Qiao Celin and others' eyes glazed over, and they didn't know how to react.
Looking in shock, he fell into Lucien's blue eyes, which were as deep as lakes. For some reason, Andris suddenly felt an uncontrollable fear. He dropped his giant sword and was about to run back.
Suddenly, there was a flash of sword light, and Andris felt a cold feeling on his forehead. He couldn't help but shudder a few times, and then he saw his armor cracked from the middle, and the inner lining of his clothes also cracked from the middle, and fell to the ground with a crash.
It became naked.
If I move forward a little further, I will... Andris thought of this, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.
"I said, don't kneel in front of me and beg for mercy." Lucien shook his head gently. Beating a child is really immoral.