The Legend of Fatality

Duke Gaels raised his hand to prevent any objections of Sir Lothal. "I know that you are the best swordsman of Aquitaine, and the graveyards on his vassals prove it. I do n’t think your father had any bad motives when making generous suggestions. At the same time, I He thinks he does not appreciate the possible consequences of merely making such a proposal. "

"I know I'm still young," Sir Lothar said. "But Sir Richard is a fair person."

"The problem is not your age." Duke Gaels said. "I teach Richard to respect anyone he finds capable. One day he will become the Duke of Aquitaine. If the king cannot admit the wisdom of those he governs, he will not be in power for long. No, your youth is not wrong. Instead Your name, you fill your graves with your sword. If I let the Lancastrians know my son, I will lose the loyalty of the Toulouse family. "

Lotel frowned when he heard the Duke of Gales mentioning the long, vicious feud between his family and the Earl of Robert de Toulouse. This is a grudge that let Lotel personally kill sixteen people.

"I know you can understand this situation." Duke Gaels said. "I wo n’t embarrass your father. Sir Richard has left Aquitaine for a pilgrimage to Cornwall. When he left, he said that he would be guided by the king ’s own master of swordsmanship. When he returned, neither did Count Toulouse. New candidates need to be proposed. "

The old prince frowned as he saw the disappointed expression on Lothal's face.

"I'm sorry, but this is the only way to neither disparage the Lancaster family nor the Toulouse family. How can you two families end this grudge?"

"Count Toulouse will never end it," Lotaire said, bitter in his voice. "He has lost too much. His pride doesn't allow him to put his hatred aside. The same is true of my father, all he can think of is that my uncle and grandfather died under the sword of the Toulouse family."

Lothal sighed and continued with a sad tone. "Vendetta passed down from generation to generation, like two snakes trying to swallow each other's tails. I do n’t know if anyone remembers what caused the disagreement between the families. This is just the education they received from childhood to stubborn Can't set it aside. "

"The tone of your words seems to put it aside." Duke Gales interjected. "Maybe you can resolve this grudge."

"It doesn't matter what I want." Lothal shook his head. "I obey my father, that's the son's responsibility."

The two doors with iron bars in front of the hall were suddenly opened. An officer in uniform and a soldier in steel armor strode into the hall. They bowed as they walked into the Duke of Gales.

Behind them, in the middle of two other heavily armed soldiers, was walking a young knight in plate armour. His coat was covered with dust due to travel, and his face was red for too long in the sun.

"Messenger sent by Earl Robert de Toulouse." The official made a gesture to the dusty knight with his gloved hands. "He said he brought the most urgent news."

When the knight was introduced to the official's master, the dark-haired knight kept staring at Sir Lotel. His knight's gaze clearly revealed a murderous hatred. His fingers were bent on the hilt, and his thumb was struck on the gold-plated hilt.

"I pay tribute to the source of intelligence of the Earl of Toulouse." The Duke of Gaels said to the dark-haired knight, his tone was cold and disgusted. "Sir Lothal came here a few hours ago. Judging from your expression, the count must have sent you here as soon as he heard the news."

"He shouldn't come to harass Sir Lotel," Duke Gaels shook his head gently. "He was a guest I personally invited, and he was blind to the Toulouse family."

The behavior of the Toulouse family made him feel angry. In the anger, the Duke no longer cares if the Toulouse family feels that they are underestimated. The Duke thought it necessary to remind them of their position.

The dark-haired knight looked away from Sir Lotaire and bowed deeply in front of Duke Gaels.

"Excuse me, the honorable adult. But the Earl of Toulouse wants to tell you that the Alençon wild boar he bought is ready to be hunted. He asks you to allow him to hunt at the end of the month, and honors you and Richard Sir De considered to be his guest to participate in hunting activities. "

Duke Gaels smiled reluctantly, and when he spoke, there was no trace of credulity in his voice. "The Earl of Toulouse played with the beast throughout the hunting season, and many people in my court thought he would take this thing seriously. Now, he suddenly decided to host a hunting event."

He turned his head and stared at Lotaire, noticing the young man's tight jaw and serious expression. He turned around and saw another knight glaring hostilely, noting that he was striking the knight's sword impatiently with his thumb.

"You have conveyed the earl's news." Duke Gaels said to the knight.

"I will send my messenger to answer."

When the black-haired knight kept his sword holding position, he stood motionless in the hall. The old duke made a grimace to Sir Lotel. Then he turned angrily and signaled his attendant to drive the unreasonable knight away.

"Dear Lord, you don't know the messenger sent to me by the Earl of Toulouse." Lotaire saw the soldiers approaching the messenger, but he knew that the other party was here to find himself. "This man is the youngest son of the Earl of Toulouse, Sir Daniel de Toulouse."

"His only son!" Sir Daniel retorted bitterly. "My brothers and their cousins, and all the others killed by your sword, are buried together in the family grave."

Duke Gaels stood up angrily, clenching his fists in front of him. "I am not allowed to bleed here!" The Duke cursed. "I don't care who caused this battle, but I promise that if one of you draws a sword here, I will hang the winner and the victim!"

Lothal shook his head, and he gave Daniel sympathy. "We have all lost a lot in the name of family honour ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The Du Lancaster family has not lost enough," Daniel growled. "You have earned a reputation from the body of Toulouse. And I came here to balance the debt!"

Lothal sighed, feeling as if something heavy pressed against him. "Yes, I killed many people, good people. No matter what your father said, they all died in an open battle in fairness. Think about it, think about your brothers and their swordsmanship, think about their How sharp the sword is. "

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"Then remember, they can't beat me." Lothal's tone almost turned into pleading. "You just won your Spurs. Don't waste your life in a battle you can't win."

Daniel was completely irritated by the feelings of his enemies. He took off the guard on his left hand coldly and threw it at Lotel's foot.

"I will hang you!" Duke Gales cursed. "I told you that no duels are allowed in this castle."

"Then let's go to another place for a duel." Daniel said. "That is to say, if this dog mongrel has enough honor for him to accept my challenge."

Lothal bent down seriously and picked up the handguard from the floor. He stared at Daniel's eyes and nodded slowly.

"Say the name of this place and think about it again." He said to the dark-haired knight. "At that time you will say something to your brothers."

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