The hall suddenly became boiling, the wooden table was overturned to the ground, the dishes filled with dishes made crackling and crisp sounds, and the soup was flowing everywhere along the cracks of the stone slabs.

This was the first time that the two sons who were sitting next to the duke had witnessed a life-and-death battle at such a close distance. The older Cole drew his sword to block his father, but his posture was extremely stiff, completely losing the leisurely and contentment he had in his daily training; while the seventeen-year-old Lance simply shrank behind the chair.

Calvin sighed secretly. If it weren't for Itise, the two of them might not have seemed so unbearable, but compared to the North Pearl, the gap would have been too great. Perhaps even they themselves had accepted their fate and lost the courage to chase them.

The Duke looked to the center of the banquet hall, and the eldest daughter had already set her sights on Ed Hoth, the strongest man in the field.

She first picked up a bottle of ale and smashed it at the other party, forcing him to turn around, then jumped up, jumped onto a long wooden table, and slashed at him from a high point, and his quick movement was like a snow cat. Ed hurriedly blocked, and a little ignition burst out from the intersection of the sword blades.

In a few breaths, Itis had swung five or six swords, and the jingling sounds were connected into a string, like the approaching steps of the god of death. Ed burst out with amazing momentum at the critical moment, all of which resolved the attack. The two of them fought around the long table and were indistinguishable. Several knights of the Hoss family had fallen into the sword, but not only did he not retreat, but he became more and more courageous as he fought.

Calvin couldn't help but worry.

Itis had already had a big battle before, and the blood on his armor proved that even if he was not injured, his physical strength must be consumed a lot. In addition, women are naturally weak in strength, so fighting like this is obviously not good for her.

But there was no trace of fear on Itis's face.

Her eyes were staring at the other party, her bright eyes were like twinkling stars, and she could see the sweat rising from the ends of her hair every time she fencing. Although her strength gradually weakened, she still chose to suppress her opponent with an airtight attack.

Ed seemed to have noticed this too. He roared and raised his sword to fight back with both sides. The North Pearl obviously did not want to exchange blood for blood and withdraw the sword to block. The power gap finally showed the result. Itis's long sword was shaken open, his body lost balance, and he fell from the long table!

The Duke's heart suddenly rose to his throat, "Damn it! Go and help her."

But even the nearest guards had a hard time reaching out to help everything happened too quickly.

After landing, Itis did not take his body as soon as possible, but cut off the foot of the long table with a flat cut. At this time, Ed Hoss was jumping onto the long table, holding up his hands high, trying to use a powerful force to slash his opponent's life, but he did not notice at all that the former fell just at the edge of the long table.

A scene that made Calvin stunned appeared. The table that lost a foot made the Knight completely lose balance. If the tabletop was just overturned, he might be able to jump away easily, but at that moment, his whole body was concentrated on his arms, his feet were fixed on the tabletop like nails, and his body leaned forward, which was the standard slashing action! Ed fell down in a dog-biting mud, and his head hit the floor hard, and even he could hear the dull sound clearly.

There will be no chance of turning around again.

Itise jumped on Ed's back, took out a dagger from his waist, and pierced it straight into Ed's neck. As his hands twisted, the knight's body twitched like a stroke.

Is this...coincidence?

No... The Duke realized that the moment he jumped onto the long table, he had fallen into the trap set by Itis. From the beginning, being occupied by his opponent to regaining the height, he saw hope of turning defeat into victory in his heart. The advantages accumulated from repeated strength competitions made him regard the fierce attack as the best way to determine the outcome. The opponent's increasingly weak resistance encouraged Ed's confidence, so the last blow was to exert its strength to the limit. If it were normal competitions, Itis would never be possible to block this attack.

But this also completely lost the opportunity to adjust the balance.

In the face of the three times the number of people, the resistance of the two nobles did not last long. Half a quarter of an hour later, the banquet hall was quiet again. The fire was still burning quietly, but there was a bloody smell in the flowing wine.

The Duke walked down from the lord's seat and looked around, while the little nobles bowed their heads one after another, and no one dared to look at him.

"The Earls of Lista and Earl of Hoth have been punished for their intention to rebel against King Wimbledon. Now you have a chance to choose whether to obey these two corpses on the ground, or to serve the new king?"

This time the answer was uniform and there was no other noise.

...

"That's good?" In the study, Calvin wiped the blood on his daughter's forehead with a handkerchief. "Will His Majesty Roland Wimbledon accept us?"

"You were calling him the King of Rebellion yesterday," quipped Itis, "and decided to surrender to him so quickly?"

"Isn't this what you said?" the Duke glared at her, "Anyway, it's better to surrender as soon as possible if you can't win the trust of Your Majesty. We will become public enemies of the nobles!"

The two great nobles were directly executed without the trial of the arbitral tribunal, which had broken the basic bottom line of the nobles' war. If it weren't for the frequent wars in the past two years, the lords from all over the country changed one after another, and with Tifeko as an example, he would never dare to take the assassination of what Itis said.

"I have no idea."

"What...what?" The Duke's heart trembled and he almost dropped his handkerchief to the ground. "Don't you know?"

"Yes, we can only try our best to show sincerity, but the fourth prince himself is still the one who decides the fate of the North. Don't make mistakes about this, Father." Itise said casually, "He may still send his confidants to take over the North, and your title may be cut off. This is not something to be surprised. I only know that if we don't try, the Kant family will have no chance. Compared to the destined destruction, we may at least continue now."

Calvin was stunned for a long time before he sat down on the chair in a depressed mood. He knew his daughter was right, but this answer still made him unacceptable.

He didn't want to lose his position as Duke.

Itis suddenly laughed, "Don't be discouraged, you have to take advantage of the situation to pursue the two counts early tomorrow morning to recover the mansions and fiefs of the two counts. Besides, what this matter will eventually turn to depends largely on how capable the seeker can show." She paused, "Sincerity is the ticket for our negotiations, and ability can determine the outcome of the negotiations."

Calvin frowned, "You mean..."
Chapter completed!