Vincent's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he could not see the face of the person clearly, the momentum contained in the person's slow walking pace was enough to highlight that he was a master of swordsmanship.

This momentum is a kind of powerful self-confidence.

Finally, the swordsman stopped, and the light from the tent revealed his face, a handsome and fair face, with slightly curly blond hair that exuded the aristocratic flavor, and a trace of ridicule hidden in his narrow eyes.

Although there was still a long distance between the two, they both seemed to smell a smell from the other, the smell of death and slaughter. Vincent's heart stabilized and he put the wine bottle back into his arms.

Middle: "Cromwell, we meet again."

Cromwell stopped and looked at Vincent. After a while, he nodded and said: "Yes, Vincent, we meet again."

"The commander-in-chief of the Royal Guards came here alone. It seems he is determined to win." Vincent smiled lightly.

Cromwell lifted the curly hair between his eyebrows and said: "The Grand Master has informed me and asked me to give up any military action against you. Originally, I did not intend to look for you again, but last time in the prairie, you

It really doesn't give me face, so after much thought, I think I should talk to you. After all, we are old acquaintances, right? Haha."

Vincent smiled and said: "Making friends with the sword is one of the great pleasures in life."

"But don't worry, Wei En doesn't know martial arts, I won't look for him."

"You want to find him? I'm afraid you have to go through me first." Vincent looked unmoved.

Cromwell raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised: "Vincent, it seems that you are very confident, but I seem to remember that in that fight more than ten years ago, you seemed to have lost miserably."

"Ten years are enough to change a lot of things. What couldn't be done before may not be possible today." Vincent felt a little ridiculous. What use would this little psychological trick have on him?

"Some people are born losers, no matter how hard they try." Cromwell smiled proudly.

Vincent did not continue to speak, but took off the long sword from his waist. After a moment of concentration, there was a soft sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and a beam of sword light reflected between his eyebrows. This was the etiquette of a swordsman.

"You want to take action so soon? You are too impatient. It's hard to meet old friends, why not catch up on old times first."

Vincent shook his head: "It's almost midnight. I've been very tired for the past two days. I sent you away. I still want to sleep for a while."

Cromwell's expression finally changed, and he sneered: "I really don't know, where do you get your confidence?"

"From the edge of death." Vincent took the first step forward.

Cromwell sighed: "I really don't understand why fools challenge geniuses everywhere?" After saying that, he slowly pulled out his sword, flicked the sword, and a soft groan sounded.

Vincent took the second step steadily.

Cromwell held the sword in one hand, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly chanted a short poem. The sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating. The cold rhythm rushed toward Vincent through the sword chant, as if invisible.

of thorns.

Vincent seemed unaware, and the light on the spine of the sword suddenly flashed, like a boat with a tip, sailing through the waves.

The third step, the fourth step, the fifth step...

Cromwell frowned and recited a sonnet again. The length of the poem was longer than the one just now, but the rhythm was tighter and the tone was deeper. It seemed like a confession in the church at midnight, a tomb.

"Plop la la", a sound of rapidly waving wings sounded in their ears. The birds on the nearby trees were awakened by Cromwell's recitation, and left the nest in panic, hovering around.

the sky.

Vincent's figure suffocated and his steps seemed to slow down.

A sneer just appeared on Cromwell's face, and then it froze at the corner of his lips: Although it seemed a little more difficult than before, Vincent still took the next step.

The footsteps were getting closer. They stepped heavily on the hard frozen soil in winter, and seemed to step on Cromwell's heartstrings. Looking at Vincent's steady and sharp eyes behind the sword light, Cromwell's

A flash of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes. Although he lacked the assistance of Jianshi, he still had superb swordsmanship. But for some reason, after so many years without failure, his back felt a feeling of pain for the first time tonight.

A chilly feeling.

Vincent stopped, there were faint traces of sweat on his forehead, but the hand holding the sword was still dry and steady. The distance between them was only ten steps away, which was an ideal attack range.

Cromwell's frivolous face had turned solemn, his sword was pointed at Vincent diagonally, and all the muscles in his body were tense, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Cromwell, do you know why swordsmanship can still be inherited after thousands of years of baptism?" Vincent suddenly asked.

Cromwell stared at Vincent. He had no time to be distracted and just shook his head slightly.

"That's because, in the world of swords, human sweat and hard work can defeat talent and talent!"

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Wei En was stunned and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Xiao Te stared at Wei En's face. For some reason, two red clouds quietly appeared on his jade-white cheeks. The calmness and composure just now disappeared without a trace: "I...I want to ask you, settle down."

After you have rescued the victims, what are you going to do next?”

Wei En asked curiously: "What's next? I haven't thought about it yet. Is there anything important?"

"Think about it carefully."

Wei En rolled his eyes and suddenly understood what she meant. He chuckled: "I understand. Next, we should go to the Elysee Palace to meet Prince Vander, my future father-in-law."

When Xiao Te heard this, he looked very embarrassed: "What father-in-law? That's nonsense. I haven't decided to marry you yet."

Wei En was slightly startled and said softly: "That's what you said, so let me think about it..."

Xiaote heard this and asked anxiously: "What are you considering?"

Wei En scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "To tell you the truth, I don't really know how to propose. I have to ask for advice on these rules."

Xiao Te rolled his eyes at him: "Is this what you want to consider? Who are you going to ask for advice?"

"Who else? It's a matter of royal etiquette. I can only ask Baron Dudek for advice."

A smile appeared on Xiao Te's lips: "Weien, don't think too much. It's enough that I have you in my heart. I never care about rituals and rules."

After hearing this, Wei En felt moved, but didn't know what to say. The two of them fell silent. The candlelight in the tent flickered, and a subtle emotion secretly surged in their hearts.

Wei En felt a fever on his face, coughed softly, and said: "Xiao Te, I'm going back first, you should rest quickly."

A hint of disappointment quickly flashed across Xiao Te's eyes, and he said, "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Oh, your injury is not fully healed yet, and you need adequate rest. It's already so late, so I won't disturb you."

Xiaote bit his lip and watched Wei En stand up and walk out, but couldn't find a suitable reason for him to stay. Wei En seemed a little reluctant to let him go. Although he moved his steps, the speed of movement was a bit slow.

slow.

"By the way, Wei En, I have one more thing to ask you. Do you know about the ancient contract?"

Wei En was stunned, turned around quickly and said: "An ancient contract?"

"Um."

Wei En took three steps at a time and then sat back down in the blink of an eye: "I haven't heard of it. Tell me quickly."

Xiao Te looked at the happy and eager expression on Wei En's face, and his eyes showed a hint of shy joy.

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Wei En woke up, stretched out, and felt mostly tired. When he turned his head, he saw Vincent sitting on his bed, with his upper body naked, and his shoulders and ribs wrapped in thick gauze.

Wei En was startled and hurriedly jumped out of bed, walked to Vincent and asked, "Why are you injured?"

Vincent glanced at Wei En and said with a smile: "Cromwell came here last night."

Wei En said solemnly: "Cromwell? What is he here for?"

"He suffered a secret loss from us last time in the prairie, so he came here to take revenge."

"revenge?"

"Yes. Pangler has given an order not to lead troops to cause trouble for us, but he was unwilling to do so, so he came to settle accounts with me alone."

Wei En nodded, sat next to him, looked at his injuries carefully, and said slowly: "How is your injury?"

Vincent said: "Fortunately, it's basically just a flesh wound, but I can't use force for the time being."

Wei En was silent for a while and couldn't help but asked: "What's the result?"

Vincent shrugged and said calmly: "He lost."

He lost!

Three simple words, but it took Vincent a lot of effort and left several sword wounds.

Wei En stared at Vincent's face and said: "Isn't Cromwell very powerful?"

"Yes. Among swordsmen of his generation, he should be one of the best."

"Then if you can defeat him, wouldn't it be even more powerful?"

Vincent smiled bitterly and said: "How can it be so easy? I defeated him this time mainly because of my psychological advantage."

"Psychological advantage?"

"Yes. Although Cromwell came with hatred this time, he had no determination to win, and he also underestimated me. But I am different. I have been defeated by his sword before, and I know his strength well.

, this time we were fighting again, I didn’t dare to be careless at all, so I risked my life as soon as I came up and caught him off guard. If not, I might not be his opponent.”

After hearing this, Wei En lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "I don't think that's entirely true."

"Although psychological warfare can often achieve miraculous results, it also requires strength as the basis. No matter how clever an ant is, it cannot eat the rooster. In my opinion, you are of equal strength. A head-on confrontation is likely to be a lose-lose situation. Use

These strategies turned out to be the key to victory."

Vincent smiled and said: "You don't know martial arts, how can you discover the truth behind it?"

Wei En patted him on the shoulder: "The principles in the world are generally like this. One thing can be understood."

Vincent's eyebrows twitched in pain: "Pat him gently, brother, my wound hasn't healed yet."

Wei En quickly retracted his palm and said: "Since you have won this battle, what about Cromwell?"

"He? I guess he was injured more severely than me. I was injured on the flesh, but he actually vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. I guess he won't be able to cause trouble for us again in the short term." Vincent thought.

Wei En clapped his hands together: "Great! Without the threat of this person, our safety will be a little more guaranteed."

"Wei'en, what are you going to do about Instructor Pangler's suggestion last night?"

"What advice? Oh, I don't plan to hold a priesthood." Wei En said with a smile.

Vincent was startled at first and stared at Wei En carefully. Wei En looked relaxed and did not have any overreaction. After a while, Vincent slowly smiled and said: "Good boy, you can afford it and put it down. You are worthy of it."

He’s my Vincent’s brother!”

Wei En chuckled: "We will discuss this later, and you should recover first." After saying that, he stood up and walked outside the tent. Vincent lay down and suddenly said: "Wei En, if you hadn't saved me in the first place,

With all my strength, I cannot defeat Cromwell."

Wei En opened the tent door and turned around after hearing this: "It doesn't matter whose strength it is, the key is that you win."

Wei En walked out of the tent, took a breath of fresh morning air, and stretched his hands and feet. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance. Wei En looked up and saw a group of people standing in darkness at the edge of the camp, guarding the camp.

The sergeants were arguing loudly. Wei En squinted his eyes, his face changed, and he hurriedly walked over. As the distance between them shortened, he could gradually see the faces of those people clearly, and they also saw Wei En,

The leading girls and boys waved and shouted: "Hi! Wei'en, it's us!"

Hearing their voices, Wei En's nose felt sour for a moment, and he suddenly felt like crying. These people in front of him were his brothers and sisters who shared the joys and sorrows with him and made him care about them endlessly!

The young man at the head was waving his hands, carrying a strange musical instrument behind his back, and his face was full of excitement. He was none other than Flami; beside him, a slim girl with long hair in white looked at Wei En with a smile, although

She didn’t shout with everyone, but with that gentle smile and eyes, who else could it be besides Carmen?

Wei En slowed down and tried to adjust his emotions. He didn't want these girls to see him with tears in his eyes.

Finally, Wei En walked up to the crowd and was about to speak when a figure jumped over the soldiers' obstruction and threw himself into Wei En's arms, wrapping his arms around Wei En's.

Neck, simply and brightly said: "You guy, where have you been dead these days?" It was the voice of the eldest lady Ruola.

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Chapter completed!