Livor took a deep gaze on Wen Lin's face, and he raised his head. The gun, the action seems to be an arc that cuts through the night.

Unlike the cheers in the daytime, the arena was unusually quiet at this time.

Everyone seemed to be strangled by their throats, and they stared intently at the two figures on the field.

I saw one person holding a knife and the other carrying a gun, leaning forward relative to each other.

The cold weapon collided with a clear sonorous sound in the air, and the piercing edge slid past Wen Lin's neck.

Long knife and long. When the guns were connected, not only did it not break, but instead turned around in Wen Lin's hands, dexterously wrapped around the gun body and kept approaching Livorna.

In the next moment, the blade of the blade drew sparks on the armor, and Wen Lin took advantage of her strength to rise into the air, and her movements were very pleasing to the eyes.

Livora was also more than able to deal with it. He quickly shot out, forcing Wen Lin to keep dodging and retreating.

And after seeing Wen Lin's face up close, Livora showed a dazed look in the duel for the first time.

He suddenly stopped and said, "Your Excellency, may I know your name,"

"Wen Lin,"

"Wen Lin," Livora repeated the name, and no one saw his eyes suddenly become wet.

He remembered the past many years ago, that person's surname was Wen Lin.

It was a rainy night. He killed the teacher who had enlightened him in a dishonorable way. The gods did not redeem him, and the guilt in his heart drowned him like a tide.

Then Livorna made an inexplicable movement, and he put down the long sword with the delicate cross. The gun, took off the armor.

He gave a very formal knight's salute and smiled slightly, "After taking off the armor, it is a truly fair duel."

The armor protects the vulnerable parts of the body, and generally in a duel, no one will take it off.

Wen Lin was equally puzzled, but she didn't care.

To wear or not to wear this armor, it made no difference to her.

Bring up the long again. The Livorian of the gun has a quick and long offensive. The gun bent countless deadly arcs in the air, and every time Wen Lin could avoid it with weird movements.

Suddenly, Livor gave a loud shout, and he held the long. The gun was pushed forward, and at the same time he let go and attacked in Wen Lin's direction.

It turned out to be close combat.

Both of them are extremely calm, they try each other to find each other's weaknesses, and put down their killer moves mercilessly.

Chop, stab, chop, lift, block...

Fast and hard! No room left!

A knife!

Two knives!

Three knives!

…

The tens of thousands of spectators in the auditorium seemed to be numb, and some people watched Livorna and Wen Lin with a dull expression.

They fell into deep self-doubt.

Is what I see real?

That was the default first knight of the empire, Livorna.

The officials in the center of the high platform were even more stunned, and some people quietly glanced in the direction of the queen.

The firelight swaying in the dark made her algae-like blond hair more dazzling, the wind blew her robe, and the line of the profile carved by the brilliance made her beautiful and stern face more difficult to fathom...

It is a habitual smile, and it is the majesty and charm of understanding people's hearts and controlling the situation.

Irresistible, irresistible.

The Sistine embassy sitting on the other side looked particularly ugly. They didn't want to believe that an ant could shake the majesty of the empire.

Livorna is not only the shining knight of the Holy Empire, but also the banner of knights on the entire Europa road.

As long as he is loyal to the Holy See, there will be countless knights who will follow, just to join the Holy Knights of the Holy See.

If Livora loses...

No, Tadein shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away the terrible thought.

He didn't dare to think about the consequences, the Pope's anger would surely burn him to ashes.

He regrets it so much now that he shouldn't believe Queen Golan's nonsense.

Compared to Tadine's anger, Vicia seemed calm. She didn't even pay too much attention to the situation on the arena. She rubbed the gemstone ring on her finger and cast her gaze towards the distant firelight that was submerged into the darkness.

Francis followed Vicia's line of sight, which was the direction of Ampton Palace, where the Queen had spent more than ten years in prison. Ban years.

He suddenly remembered that today seemed to be Queen Bonnie's death anniversary.

That is a taboo that is not allowed to be mentioned, a deposed treason with filthy blood.

Francis linked the two events, and a terrible guess gradually came to his mind.

Livorna was one of the main forces who chased after Queen Bonnie, who was seeking revenge.

At the same time of being frightened, Francis inevitably gave birth to a bit of relief. In five years, the girl who was restless and cowering has grown into a qualified monarch.

He will continue to do everything in his power to help her get everything she wants.

Even if it is the Pope's scepter, even if it is the twilight of the nations.

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The scene continued to stalemate, but it was not surprising that under the continuous heavy blows of Livora, Wen Lin seemed to be in a passive and weak situation.

She kept dodging, and occasionally was knocked into the air by Livora, just when everyone thought Wen Lin was about to die.

With a tumbling, she quickly approached Livorna, and the **** in Livora's hand was pressing towards her throat.

Precarious, Tadine took a breath, and everyone was waiting for the final outcome of this duel.

Pfft~ it was the sound of a cold weapon piercing into flesh and blood.

In the next instant, the entire arena rang out in unbelievable exclamation.

In between, the strange long knife pierced Livorna's body, he shook, his eyes full of reminiscence fell on Wen Lin's face, and then he fell heavily.

"Why," Wen Lin asked with her eyes lowered, feeling the warmth on the back of her hand. It was obvious that the **** could take her own life, but Livora turned away at the last moment.

But no one answered Wen Lin, and no one cheered.

Only the Sistine Mission on the high platform screamed and roared sharply.

"How dare she, despicable people have no awe,"

"She's a devil, and I'm going to cut off her head and hang her in the church to be judged every day,"

"…"

Wen Lin didn't know what happened next. The exhaustion of exhaustion quickly swept her, and a sharp tingling sensation came from her temples, which made her completely unable to think.

He clenched the long knife with the last of his strength, and then fell to the ground.

There were white spots of light in front of him, and he finally sank into the darkness and lost consciousness.

Tadine on the high platform completely lost his mind, and he used harsh and filthy words to curse Wen Lin.

The noble officials of Golan couldn't hide their dissatisfaction, regardless of life or death in the arena, no matter what status you were, although they couldn't believe that Wen Lin had won.

Someone restrained and reminded, "Your Excellency Tadine, please pay attention to your gentlemanly demeanor,"

"Shut up, you sinner who betrayed your faith," Tade blurted out without any hesitation because his eyes were red.

He was dancing on the high platform, and his ugliness was complete. He shouted loudly, "Queen Vicia, I request that the sinner be brought back to the Sistine to be judged by the Holy See,"

It's an arrogant and stupid command tone.

The Golan nobles present were almost all Protestant believers, including Vicia.

Their faces suddenly became ugly, just as they were about to let people stop Tadine from continuing to go mad.

Vicia, who had been silent all the time, suddenly pulled out the long sword on her attendant. She held the sword and pointed it at Tadine. She said coldly, "Your Excellency, I wonder if I can wake you up."

The casual smile, the unmistakable royal demeanor, as always elegant and beautiful.

But everyone felt the anger beneath the queen's calm exterior.

Tadine seemed to be splashed with cold water on the head, his face turned pale, and he closed his mouth and took a few steps back.

An ugly smile appeared on the changing face, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry,"

"Your Excellency, I have to remind you that this is the country of the Golan,"

A moment of silence.

The imposing manner from the superiors made the Sistine envoys break into a cold sweat. They lowered their heads and did not even have the courage to look at each other.

Glancing around coldly, Vihia saw from the corner of her eye that there was no one else in the duel arena.

She didn't say more, dropped her sword, and hurried away, her icy blue eyes silently filled with urgency and worry that she didn't know.

Wang Ting's medical officer waited in the carriage early in the morning as ordered. When Vicia got into the carriage, the medical officer was preparing to clean Wen Lin's body.

This carriage for the Queen's long-distance tours has a lot of space and complete utensils, and it will not feel crowded for five or six people who come in at the same time.

Standing on one side and observing for a while, Vicia took the cotton cloth from the medical officer's hand and said without doubt, "I'm coming, you go outside and wait first,"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the medical officer stepped back in fear.

Wen Lin was lying on the goose down cushion unconsciously, her eyes were tightly closed, her head drooping to one side weakly.

When she got closer, she could see that almost no part of Wen Lin's skin was healthy, her flesh was blurred and bruised.

The most serious part of the sight is the hand, the flesh of the palm is rolled up, and the most terrifying wound that can see the bones runs across the entire right hand.

Carefully wiped Wen Lin's face and hands again, Wen Lin didn't respond at all during this period, but fortunately her breathing was steady and long, which made Vicia heave a sigh of relief.

She took off the blood-soaked robes on Wen Lin's body as lightly as she could, and the whip marks were staggered on the supposedly smooth and shiny skin.

Vicia's eyes darkened, showing a rare remorse.

Feeling the roughness under her palm, she cleaned Wen Lin's body without distraction, and finally covered it with a blanket.

After doing all this, Vicia started to have extra thoughts to look at the person in her arms. At this time, Wen Lin was as soft as a rose in the garden.

Black hair scattered like satin, thick eyelashes curled up, trembling like downy feathers in the thin moonlight, all facial features are beautiful, Vicia thoughtlessly thought of the slender and light waist when she wiped it just now.

Hazy, fragile, shattered, falling...

"Am I being too harsh on you," Vicia murmured while looking at Wen Lin.

But the hesitant mood didn't last long, Vicia stretched out her hand to hold her eyebrows, tugged at the corners of her mouth tiredly, and quickly returned to her sober and restrained appearance.

All unnecessary emotions should not affect her judgment.

The result tonight made her get what she wanted, with careful planning and a perfect ending.

Throwing the cotton cloth into the basin, Vicia strode out, cold air poured into her chest, and her suppressed emotions were relieved, "Medical officer, make a good diagnosis and treatment,"

The dull tone was completely different from the previous urgency.

The medical officer suppressed the sigh in her heart and looked respectful, but when she entered the carriage again, she found that Wen Lin had been cleaned very carefully.

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