in the name of the queen

Chapter 68 Who did you learn this from?

Wharton was stunned for a moment.

He never dreamed that Roland would open the door without any warning.

He panicked.

Every one of Rowland's accusations is true.

Even if the evidence is incomplete, it will be collected sooner or later.

He never doubted this, but he just couldn't figure out why Roland dared?

Doesn't this pretty boy know that the entire knights belong to him?
  Terrible thoughts flashed through Wharton's mind.

Could it be that His Majesty wanted to deal with him and clear the way for her concubine?
  After much deliberation, this is the only possibility.

Plead guilty?

Wharton almost laughed.

His crime was so serious that even kneeling down and begging for mercy could not change his inevitable death.

Since there is no point in confessing, then don’t confess!
  Wharton squinted his eyes to observe the royal private soldiers guarding the entrance and exit of the training ground, and Wharton felt a shiver in his heart.

It seems that it was planned in advance.

Since Roland had already prepared, there was no point in defending at the legal level.

Wharton drew his sword, pointed it at Roland, and roared loudly:
  "Roland! You are just a pretty boy who rose to power through nepotism. How dare you slander a minister who shed blood for the empire and performed meritorious service for the late emperor out of thin air!"

"This is an insult to me. I will challenge you to a duel of honor!"

Wharton went straight to Roland's center.

If Roland accepts the duel of honor, he can kill Roland with his own hands.

If Roland doesn't accept the honor duel, he has a guilty conscience.

Even if Roland relied on the Royal Guard to suppress the Knights, he was still a softie in the hearts of the knights.

Wharton looked at Roland contemptuously, and his provocative roar echoed throughout the audience.

The training ground was silent, with only Walton's roar echoing in the sky.

Everyone knew that Wharton was guilty, and the evidence was conclusive, but he launched an honor duel before the trial proceedings began, and the nature of the matter changed.

Prosecutors and Herald officials simultaneously set their sights on Roland.

They didn't talk, they just watched the show.

Everyone knew that Roland relied on the Queen to rise to power, and they didn't have a good attitude towards Roland.

I even wanted to see a joke.

Walton didn't think he would lose.

I heard that Carl Vinson died at the hands of Roland, but not because of his fighting skills, but because of his carelessness and musketry.

In a fair fight, Roland is nothing.

His idea was not wrong.

If it were a fair duel and close combat, Roland and he would be at best a 50-50 draw.

But there was no concept of a fair duel in Roland's mind.

If your enemy fights you in a fair duel, it's because there's something wrong with your thinking.

Just as he was waiting for Roland's response, a refreshing and angry voice sounded.

"Wharton, you have tarnished the glory of the knights and failed to live up to His Majesty's expectations, but you have indeed made meritorious service to the empire and are qualified to defend dignity with force. On behalf of Her Majesty the Queen, I accept your challenge."

Sif accepted the challenge without being humble or humble.

And for good reason.

This is her battlefield.

Wharton's crime was so heinous that he had to deal with it personally to relieve his hatred.

If Wharton fights head-on, stab him to death with a spear.

If he wanted to play dirty, he would naturally shoot his head with a pistol.

The whole audience was stunned.

No one expected that the delicate female knight would fight for Roland.

The title of pretty boy is even more solid.

Only the old officials of the Heraldry Academy turned pale with fright.

As a member of the royal family, he knew Sif's identity.

Just when his face turned pale with horror, Sif looked back at him.

The meaning is obvious.

To shut up.

Sif walked down the platform with steady steps.

She pieced the segmented spear together as she walked.

The most orthodox knight duel is naturally the spear duel.

Wharton did fall, but he did shed blood for the empire and the royal family.

Since you don't want to go to the trial stand, then die with dignity.

Sif expressionlessly assembled the spear, pointing the tip at Wharton.

Under the gray sky, the Knight of the White Rose looked particularly petite compared to the burly Wharton.

Wharton looked at Sif in astonishment and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?" Sif said nothing and threw the prepared gloves at him.

Wharton reached out to catch the glove, his expression gloomy.

He knew that Sif was a member of the royal family and an earl.

Normally he would never dare to offend such a person, but now that he is in a desperate situation, he naturally doesn't care about this.

He laughed wildly, took off his lance from the saddle, and prepared for battle.

The special lance is not as useful as the ordinary lance in ground duels, but it is enough.

Be it the pretty boy or the shameless royal girl, they all have to be buried with him!
  He has made the decision that even if he dies, he must take these two people who ruined him with him on the road.

Without further ado, the duel begins.

The collision between the spear and the lance caused bursts of sparks.

Roland looked calm and stared at the battlefield, his palms sweating slightly.

Roland and Sif also discussed each other before deciding on the candidates for the duel.

Sif's fighting talent is unparalleled.

Although Roland has the knight sub-class, he is not yet proficient in mastering it. If you want to win, you must use a combination of smoke bombs, darts, and alchemy items.

In terms of pure fighting skills and body skills, Sif is still better.

Wharton and Stanley must die, but the other knights can fight for it.

This duel must be won with dignity.

Although he was a little nervous, Roland was not too worried.

Not only is Sif's fighting skills overwhelming, her equipment is even more luxurious.

She wears the ancestral battle armor of the royal family, a middle layer of mithril mail, and velvet armor on the inside. It has three layers of protection and cannot be hit by a rifle.

The face armor thoughtfully protects her delicate face.

Sif took every step very steadily and gained the upper hand, forcing Wharton to retreat continuously.

Wharton's lance could not hit Sif at all, but was hit twice by the tip of Sif's spear.

He was careless.

To ensure his mobility, he wore light mail armor, which could not withstand the frontal thrust of the spear point.

He dodged awkwardly and backed away.

The Royal Guards cheered loudly, cheering for Sif.

A one-sided boring duel.

The Heraldry official breathed a sigh of relief and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Only Roland was always staring at Wharton.

He didn't want to believe that Wharton would die so useless.

Just when Wharton was about to retreat to the corner of the training ground with no way out, Roland saw something dark in his palm and reminded him loudly:
  "Right hand!"

Sif was immediately alert, and the tip of the spear accurately hit Wharton's wrist, leaving a bloody hole in his right wrist.

Just when everyone thought the victory was decided, Wharton suddenly pulled out his dagger in his left hand and rushed toward Sif like lightning.

Few people know that his ultimate move is his left-handed sword.

Those who are good at using weapons with their left hand have completely different fighting methods from those with right-handed swords, making them very difficult to defend against.

Although the armor is tightly fitted, there are always weak points such as joints.

The enchanted dagger can easily cut off joints and turn defeat into victory.

Wharton got close in an instant, but the three-meter spear in Sif's hand became a liability and she was unable to defend herself.

A bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Damn woman, be buried with me!
  He stared hard at Sif's visor, trying to see her panic through the cracks.

Seeing the terrified expressions of his enemies before death was his greatest joy.

He saw Sif's eyes clearly.

Calm and bland, like looking at a corpse.

"boom!"

Gunshots were fired.

The shotgun pellets flew out like a goddess scattering flowers, shooting Wharton's face to pieces.

A shrill scream sounded.

Sif took half a step back and coldly gave the order to the Royal Guards, "Take them away!"

A living Wharton is more useful than a dead Wharton.

In a spear duel, she had to go all out, as it would be difficult to survive.

It was Wharton who violated the duel rules first. It was not against the spirit of chivalry for her to draw a gun in self-defense.

What a surprise.

Sif turned back towards Roland, lifted up her face armor, and winked proudly.

Roland almost couldn't help but smile.

The speed of drawing a gun is really fast, I really don’t know who I learned it from.

OK, great!
  (End of this chapter)