The night came on schedule.

The night wind swept across the beating flames, causing a crisp crackling sound.

At the bottom of the auditorium, a half-person-high brazier is embedded every two meters. The warm yellow fire and the golden wall decorations complement each other. The lights and shadows illuminate the arena as if it were daylight.

This time Wen Lin entered the arena with Vicia, she stood expressionlessly in the corner of the central high platform.

The Sistine Mission was talking to Vicia, looking extremely excited.

From time to time, they cast their eyes on the central gladiatorial arena, eager to try.

There were well-made bows and arrows on the side of the high platform. Wen Lin vaguely heard them talking about pirates, and a bad premonition suddenly filled her heart.

And the gate that was finally opened confirmed Wen Lin's guess that the crew on the Liberty were walking out of the dark stone room one after another.

They were ragged and haggard.

Wen Lin's mood moved slightly. She watched the Sistine Mission go up to pick up the bow and arrow and aim at the crew on the gladiatorial arena.

"Look, how helpless those despicable and filthy pirates living in the gutter are at this time,"

"Wait until they get a taste of what real despair is,"

The mission was complacent, and they were discussing with great interest how to play with the pirates below.

It seems that this way, they can erase the embarrassment displayed when they confronted each other at sea.

Closing her eyes, Wen Lin kept reminding herself to calm down.

Vicia sat in front, indifferent to the unilateral abuse that was about to be staged. Kill, when the Sistine envoys were about to shoot their first arrows, Wen Lin hurried to Visia's side.

"Your Majesty, you promised me this afternoon,"

Vicia looked back casually, her indifference was different from her in the afternoon, "Yes, Your Excellency, I promised you, as long as they survive,"

"Vishia," Wen Lin growled, her anger not being concealed by the deliberately low volume.

At the same time, the attendants who were originally relaxed immediately surrounded them. They held the matching knives and looked at Wen Lin vigilantly.

After a few moments of stalemate, Wen Lin weakly released her clenched fist.

She suppressed her anger and turned to walk behind Sistine Ambassador Tadein, her back straight.

A bewitching statement, "Your Excellency Tadine, I heard that your country's army is very brave, and I believe you are too. In the center of the field are just a group of useless people with missing arms, broken legs, and blindness. Victory, without grace,"

Turning around impatiently, after seeing the person coming, Tadine's expression became even more ugly.

He is a person who is afraid of death, bullying disabled opponents, and gaining a lot of fame, this is what he has always done.

Wen Lin's brave performance during the day seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

He gritted his teeth and said, "That's a bunch of **** pirates, killing them is justice,"

Wen Lin smiled and stepped back half a step, showing a friendly rebuttal, "But Your Excellency, the style you show makes me believe that you are a real warrior, and a real warrior disdains to bully the weak,"

Tadine's face softened a little, he snorted in agreement, and then said in an irreproachable tone, "Yes, but true warriors never abuse mercy against justice,"

This sentence came out of his mouth, which was very ironic. Wen Lin took a deep breath and was about to continue lobbying.

Tadine suddenly pulled the bow to full string and fired.

Wen Lin's slow action could not be stopped, she watched the arrow shoot towards the crowd, her heart under her sternum seemed to be tightly grasped by something.

Vicia's eyes darkened, she habitually took a sip of wine, still indifferent.

The arrow fell into the crowd, and Wen Lin saw someone fall from a distance.

The remaining envoys watched the first arrow shoot out, and they all pulled their bows and arrows to full strings, waiting for an order.

Wen Lin's expression gradually cooled down, and her sharp eyes slowly swept over the weapon on the guard's waist.

She quickly analyzed the situation in her mind. If she was desperate, Wen Lin would choose to die without any hesitation, rather than watching the crew die coldly.

But just when Wen Lin was gradually defeated by anger, she crashed into the blue eyes as deep as the deep sea.

She was calm, as if nothing could make her lose her mind.

Wen Lin's body trembled, her whole body was cold, she suddenly thought of the turning point of her life, she looked at the master of her eyes, her red lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Only Vicia knew what she said, she said, "I beg you,"

There is nothing more fulfilling than the proud head bowed down by the prey, but Vicia's moonlight brows furrowed fiercely.

There was a subtle emotion in the bottom of my heart, like holding the thorn of a rose, it was sharp and stinging, but it was difficult to let go.

Putting down the wine glass she had been holding in her hand, Visiah had already stood up while she was breathing, and she waved her hand to let someone take down the bow and arrow in the hands of the Sistine envoy.

Before they showed their dissatisfaction, the Minister of State Francis, who was standing behind Vicia, stood up.

"Golan is eager to see the spirit of the Sistine warriors. If your country's embassy can send someone to fight our warriors and win, the queen will agree to your country's marriage request,"

Getting the Queen of Golan to agree to the marriage was the sole purpose of the mission here.

But since they came to the capital of Golan, the queen has always shied away, neither agreeing nor explicitly rejecting them. They are like a group of pets who cannot vent their anger and can only be teased around.

The chance that Visiah could let go of now was something they desperately longed for and could not refuse.

But out of prudence, Tadine still took the lead in asking who the Queen was going to let on the court. He had every reason to suspect that this was another way of making things difficult for the Queen.

With almost no hesitation and a seemingly very casual tone, Vicia pointed at Wen Lin and said, "Just her,"

"Happy," Tadine almost jumped for joy, but his self-proclaimed upbringing wouldn't allow him to be so rude.

Without any hesitation, he chose the candidate for the Sistine side, "Livorn takes the knight,"

In his opinion, even though Wen Lin's skills are a little weird, she must be vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

During this period, Vicia and Wen Lin exchanged a tacit glance at each other, and then quickly moved away.

Most of the officials were shocked and sighed when they heard the news.

The Holy See is located in Madeli, the capital of the Sistine, a country completely controlled by the Pope.

Officials have no doubt that the marriage was ordered by Pope Canterbury.

And now the decision of whether to marry or not is so easily entrusted to Wen Lin of unknown origin, the officials frowned deeply.

The prestige of the second knight of the empire has already resounded on the Europa continent. Under the premise that the whereabouts of the first knight of the empire have been unknown for many years, the second emperor of the empire has been the default first.

Everyone thought that Wen Lin would die under Livorna's spear.

Except Vicia.

She narrowed her eyes, and stopped her gaze on Wen Lin. The moonlight outlined the ends of her hair hanging down at her waist, making her long black hair even darker.

Vicia moved her fingers and resisted the urge to touch her.

She asked calmly, "Wen Lin, do you have any other requirements before playing?"

The eyes met again, and Wen Lin couldn't help but hold her breath. The cold-looking Vicia was even more majestic, but under the majesty, Wen Lin had an illusion of gentleness.

She replied in a trance, "Your Majesty, my knife," her voice was dull.

Everything seemed to be prepared long ago. As soon as Wen Lin finished speaking, she saw her own knife in the hand of the maid in the corner.

This is the only thing that accompanied her from China to here.

A Ming-long knife about 1.5 meters long, the blade is straight and long, and has the characteristics of both a knife and a long spear.

Wen Lin took it from the maid's hand and pulled it out. Lingling's cold light suddenly appeared, causing the people around to take a step back subconsciously.

"What weapon is this?"

"Knife,"

"what is the material?"

"Carbon Steel,"

"what is that?"

Wen Lin looked at the lost and found old man dearly and did not answer.

Everyone was puzzled, and they looked curiously at the strangely shiny weapon in Wen Lin's hand.

It was a style they had never seen before, but it seemed that the blade was too thin. They thought, it shouldn't even be able to catch Livor's shot.

It is a pity that such a beautiful handicraft has to be cut off.

Wen Lin didn't know what was going on in their minds. If she knew, she wouldn't be able to help laugh out loud.

Modern carbon steel has a uniform texture, and through heat treatment, the toughness and hardness are unattainable in this era.

And now on Europa Road, the most advanced technology can only make medium carbon steel, and its toughness and hardness are far from modern steel.

Wen Lin backhanded the knife behind her back, and then jumped straight off the high platform.

Exclaimed again, when everyone thought that Wen Lin had ended herself because of fear, they saw silver light flickering in the air a few times.

When she looked intently, Wen Lin had already stood in the middle of the arena.

The people who witnessed everything opened their mouths and comforted themselves. This is also a kind of weirdness, right? ? ?

Under the blazing fire, Wen Lin's slender figure looked extremely thin, but her fierce aura was hard to ignore.

The referee just announced that the second knight of the empire, Livora, was going to play, and the cheers in the audience came to an abrupt end when they saw Wen Lin.

"My God, how could it be her?"

"Even if she wins in the morning, she shouldn't fight against the Livora Knights out of her own strength, right?"

"What a stupid and arrogant woman, I guess she can't last three shots,"

The sighing discussion didn't affect Wen Lin at all, and her mind was attracted by Livora, who was walking slowly across from her.

"Your Excellency, it's too late for you to exit now," the silver armor and spear, the whole ground seemed to be shaking with his steps.

The tall and powerful outline slowly became clear under the firelight, his face was firm, and the few wrinkles added a bit of mature charm to him.

He stood three meters away from Wen Lin, and said again, "When I shoot, you will never have a chance,"

The qiujie's muscles like the roots of an old tree do not know how amazing explosive power is hidden. With just one glance, Wen Lin knew in her heart that this was a dangerous opponent.

"If you want to fight, you can fight," Wen Lin wielded her knife sharply, showing the sharp edge of the long knife in her hand.

She can't retire, and she can't lose.

For himself, for his troubled subordinates, and...Vishya's marriage.