"Well, no... I mean, what can they suspect? After all, I do have the blood of the Hauteville family."
"How do you feel about the Otterville family?"
"Too bad, they are all guys whose muscles are in their brains. Ask, do you remember those gladiators we met in the Arena of Constantinople?"
"I remember that the captain of our team at that time was named Theotis, and he seemed to be causing trouble for us all the time."
"It's not us that's causing trouble, it's that you are in trouble, Ask. The character of these Normans is a hundred times worse than that of Theotis. I can tolerate Theotis, but I cannot tolerate them——
It’s just unimaginable that they are actually my brothers and sisters.”
"Really? I can't imagine Theotis being a thousand times worse."
"It's probably like when he stands in front of you, your fist will automatically fly to his face."
"Hahaha, that's really annoying."
The two of them soon started chatting and laughing, without any mention of "What, so you are this kind of person", "Now that you know it, I won't pretend to be stupid", etc. It's easy to let them down.
If someone is embarrassed.
Nothing happens, nothing happens.
Medea heard something wrong from the side. Why did she feel that Sidrifa's appearance made the leader like her even more?
Oh, maybe he deliberately created a silly and cute image in normal times, and then suddenly increased his IQ, which made Asik feel a bit of a contrasting surprise, leaving a deeper impression, right?
Alas, alas, I can’t see it, Hilda, it turns out you are also a scheming person.
"Okay, that's all for today's communication..." Hildelife was about to talk to Asker about how terrible yesterday's dinner was when she heard Medea suddenly say, and then the communication was cut off ruthlessly.
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Hildafa:………………
snort.
She sneered a few times and looked around at the Norman defeated dogs who were still rolling on the ground and wailing.
Annoying flies.
Medea, one day you will understand that you cannot keep a man by relying on such small means.
Past these fallen guys, Sidrifa walked forward indifferently.
Then, she saw her father, the demigod and cunning fox Robert, standing by the arch pillars of the porch, looking over with cold eyes.
"This is the first group of provocateurs you've dealt with, Hidliefa?" Robert said solemnly, the beard on his chin trembling, "You should kill a few of them in the process of defeating them, so that there will be no follow-up.
Someone will dare to offend you again."
Hidliefa remained silent and placed her right hand on the ax handle at her waist.
"Your martial arts are very strange." Robert continued, "It seems wild, but in fact it is sophisticated, and it has a certain calculation that is unique to the Byzantines. I don't know who taught you this martial arts, but if you just use
If you focus on those trivial tactics, you will probably suffer big losses in a truly cruel war."
Hearing this, Hildelife couldn't help but show a strange expression - it was some kind of vague "you know nothing" expression of disdain. Although it was only fleeting, it was still keenly noticed by Robert.
"Don't you believe it?" Robert smiled nonchalantly and took down a ceremonial battle ax from the weapon rack on the wall. "Why don't we give it a try? We don't need extraordinary strength, just use the skills of a warrior to duel."
Hildafa:………………
"Okay." She replied briefly.
The two came to a nearby yard. Robert raised the tomahawk in his right hand, weighed its weight, and said:
"Before I became a demigod, I worked as a mercenary for many years, experienced no less than a thousand battles, and was even on the verge of death more than a dozen times. The memory of almost losing my life every time is deeply imprinted in my mind.
, they are the real source of my strength. If you want to be as strong as me, what you have to rely on is not your brains and tricks, but your courage and courage."
"I don't know where you got the Beryl's Ax, but the artifact will not be easily owned by a weak person, otherwise even if you temporarily possess it, it will be taken away by others soon."
"I heard from William's spies that you used to be part of a Byzantine mercenary group called the 'Blue Sword'?"
Sidrifa ignored him and just silently pulled out the North Wind Ax.
"Well, at least you haven't lost the essence of us Normans after being outside for so many years." Robert said approvingly, "Words are cheap. The only thing worthy of the Normans' trust is something they can hold with their hands!"
"Then why don't you shut up?" Hidrifa asked coldly.
Robert:………………
"Come on, good daughter." He smiled slightly.
Hilda Lifa held the North Wind Ax and took the lead in launching a full-speed charge. Even if the person standing opposite was a demigod, she had nothing to fear at this time - as long as the person opposite was not Asik.
"Okay!" Robert immediately cheered when he saw Sidlifa's ax strike mercilessly in front of him. At least in today's Hauteville family, the number of young people who dare to swing an ax directly at the demigod can be counted on one hand.
come over.
He held the ax in front of his chest like a block. Although his posture looked lazy, his right arm was actually filled with enough strength. As long as Hildrifa's ax hit it hard, it would immediately knock her ax away.
It bounced off, and my arms were sore and numb.
However, when Hildrifa's ax was slashed, it passed a few finger widths in front of Robert's battle ax and made a clean cut.
Huh? Robert narrowed his eyes slightly.
What a shameful mistake! The attack distance can actually be estimated wrong?
Although the opponent seemed to have revealed a flaw immediately, Robert was a man who had experienced many battles after all. He did not rush forward to launch an attack. He just quickly lowered his gaze and noticed Sidliefa's steps and stance.
No, she only took half a step before swinging the battle ax! The attack range was deliberately shortened!
An idea like an epiphany flashed through his mind, and Robert instinctively tried to retreat.
Originally, according to his tactical intention, the opponent's attack would be blocked by his battle ax, and the next step would naturally be a wrestling process.
As a result, the daughter deliberately struck the air, so it was hard to say how the follow-up pursuit would be... So Robert retreated with his right foot, intending to get out of the way first, but he failed to retreat.
The battle ax he held in his right hand had the upper end of the ax handle firmly grasped by Sidrifa.
Hildrifa shouted loudly, and swung the North Wind Ax in her right hand high. Robert quickly raised his left arm, and before the North Wind Ax could be chopped down, he used his arm armor to jam the inside of the ax blade in advance.
Hold the ax handle to prevent it from falling off.
At the same time, he pulled back hard with his right hand, trying to get rid of Sidrifa's snatch. However, the ax handle came with an extremely powerful force like steel, making his right hand unable to pull at all.
"Let go!" Hildrifa growled again, using her left arm to drag her backwards. The unparalleled strength from the giant's bloodline made her left arm crush the opponent in an instant. Robert was caught off guard and was actually pulled by her.
He stumbled and lost his balance. The North Wind Ax immediately pressed down again, pressing against his arm and forcefully digging into his left shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, some kind of violent and strange force invaded her arm, making her completely unable to control her body movements. She fell to the ground like an epileptic patient and kept twitching.
Robert covered the wound on his left shoulder and quickly backed away, then snapped his fingers and released the law skills on Sidliefa.
Hildrifa gasped and stood up, and the North Wind Ax that fell on the ground automatically flew back into her hand.
…………
There was a long silence.
Robert looked at her with a complicated expression, and then said after a while:
"Well played."
He wiped his right hand on his left shoulder, and the originally bloody wound was quickly filled with some kind of illusory granulation.