Many days passed, and the princess of Navarra still couldn't figure out the name of the group.

The Earl of France carried three confidants with him. One white horse was light armored with a bow, one red horse was heavy armored with a knife, and one black horse was wearing a balance, so they called each other a white bow, red knife, and black balance. The name of the Earl of France was just "consul". Princess Navarra intended to dig out the name of the first meeting from the depths of her memory, out of the etiquette, but found that he just called himself "Calorin" lightly at that time.

Caroling, this is a surname, not a name. The Earl of Ile-de-France is just a title and has nothing to do with the name. Although it is quite normal to call a person by surname, title or position, it is somewhat strange that he has never reported his full name.

They were sitting on a shaking boat. The knight who had ridden a dark horse was lifting the balance in his hand high to a position that was level with Princess Navarra's eyes. The sides of the balance were empty and nothing. But with the knight's movement, the balance changed. While chanting the spell that he could not hear clearly, he grabbed the hand empty in the direction of Princess Navarra, and threw it to the left side of the balance. So, it was as if something illusory was placed on the balance, and the balance began to tilt to the left side.

He began to add weights to the right side of the balance. The weights were made of silver, about the same size as ordinary silver coins. He first threw one on it and found that the balance was still tilting firmly to the right, so he began to increase the number of weights one by one. When the number of weights was added to seven, the balance was almost correct. He added another copper weight to the top, and the balance began to tilt to the right side. So he took the last copper weight and finally left the seven silver weights on the balance.

Although the ship was shaking, the balance maintained a firm balance—although its left pallet was empty.

"When I first came to Navarra, you were only worth one small silver weight. Now, the price has increased to seven small silver weights." He nodded and said, "No wonder you were just the eldest princess at that time, and now you are the only heir with legal inheritance in Navarra."

"This is his magic of the 'Black Balance'. He has the protection of Hermes and can use the balance to judge a person's current value."

The Count of Ile-de-France said this. The days on the ship were quite empty and boring. His hands were holding his chin. He looked at Princess Navarra opposite the table with bored explanation to her:

"Weights are made of three materials, gold, silver, and copper. Each material has three specifications, large, medium and small. Generally speaking, a most ordinary farmer is only worth one small copper weight; while a hero in the epic can be worth one to five small gold weights. Legendary heroes like Hercules may have to be measured by medium gold weights. Because you can intuitively see a person's value. Although this magic has no combat capability, it is very useful to the lord."

From beginning to end, Princess Navarra tightly grabbed her skirt. Her palms were covered in sweat. Although she sat next to the table like four others, she felt that she was a plate of lambs placed on the table, about to be eaten by human-shaped beasts holding knife and fork.

"Where are you going to take me?" she plucked up the courage and asked directly.

"Go to Bordeaux, the capital of the Aquitaine region. We will repair it there for a few days, and then take the land to Paris."

"Do you want to block my contact with Navara by taking me away from Navara, and then make me a puppet and use silk thread to remotely control Navara? Your abacus is wrong. After I leave Navara, the powerful local nobles will soon rise up. The country will change, and I will no longer be a princess." She tried to calm her tone and tried to negotiate with the Earl of Ile-de-France. "If you want to control Navara, you must keep me in Navara!"

"It doesn't matter." The Count of Ile-de-France grabbed a raisin and chewed it in his mouth. "I didn't think about controlling the country of Navarre. It was a small country, a mountainous area, far from Paris. I'm afraid it would be more than worth the money to hire people to manage it."

"What is that for? I don't remember any grudges we have with you!"

"It's not a big reason. Navarre exists, and one person will cry; Navarre is gone, and one person will laugh. And that person is a crucial person, more important than all of you combined. She stands at the center of the world, and when she is angry, the world will tilt because of her."

The 'Black Balance' on the side shook her head and corrected: "It's not that big of a person. Consul, you are worth 2 medium silver weights, while Miss Mary is worth 2 medium silver weights plus 5 small silver weights. She is 5 small silver weights taller than you, and the difference is less than a princess of Navarra."

"Is Mary worth more than me? Why?" The Earl of Ile-de-France was unhappy. "I will help her with whatever she wants. She can do nothing except a few acrobatics."

"For Miss Mary can completely call you, but you cannot completely call you. These things are within the weighing range of the scale."

“It’s really annoying.”

The raisins tasted badly, which made the Count of Ile de France frowned and spit out again. The white bow and red knife on one side laughed heartily.

"…It's for this inexplicable reason?"

The princess of Navarra couldn't laugh at all. Her body was trembling, she intended to suppress the tremor of her body, but the more she suppressed, the more she trembled violently; tears came out of the corners of her eyes, and she reached out to wipe the tears away, but the more she applied, the more she could not stop the tears flowing out.

"I have nothing to say when I can't defend my country. As a nobleman in a small country, I have already made corresponding enlightenment. But you are for the land of Navarra? But you are for the strategic value of Navarra? You killed everyone in my family, but Navarra was nothing, just to make someone happy? You look like this...what am I?"

In the astonishment of everyone, the princess of Navarra stood up while slapped the table. She pointed her trembling finger at the nose of the Count of Ile de France and cried: "I want to fight with you! Duel with you!"

"You don't want to duel with me, you want to die." The Count of Ile-de-France lowered his head and sent a piece of raisin into his mouth, "But I won't kill you. It was the will of the gods that day that I failed to kill you."

"Then I will kill you." The princess of Navarra glared at the Earl of Ile-de-France. "I poison you with tea, sneak attack you while you are sleeping, push you from behind when you stand high, and I will kill you with every method I can think of."

"You are qualified to kill me, but I will try my best to survive, depending on your ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Count of Ile de France frowned and spit out the raisin again.

"The quality of the Navarra raisins is really poor. White Bow, what time is it now?"

"It's about three o'clock in the afternoon." Bai Gong said from the side.

"Ah, snack time."

The Count of Ile-de-France looked up and looked at Princess Navarre who was trembling, and he said as if nothing had happened:
Chapter completed!