Chapter 362 Another Hunt (Part 2)

[Earl Harlan's tent]

"You're crazy!" Prince Richard yelled angrily: "I promise, your Majesty..."

The prince clenched his fists tightly and did not say the word after all.

"Also crazy?" Siegfried's tone was calm, but his eyes were filled with madness.

Prince Richard's shoulders were shaking with anger. He stared at Siegfried for a long time, then threw his hands away angrily.

There were only two people left in the tent, the blond young man and the chestnut-haired young man.

"When fighting beasts on foot, dexterity comes first. Don't wear anything that hinders movement." Farnan skillfully removed Siegfried's protective gear: "Take off the wrist armor as well. Every less weight means more chance of victory. "

Siegfried nodded silently.

Farnan knelt down on one knee and took off Sigfrid's greaves: "His Royal Highness regards you as one of his, that's why he said those words just now."

"I am His Majesty's man." Sigfrid replied stiffly.

Fanan let out a long sigh: "Aloofness and competitiveness are your fatal weaknesses. You know it best, but you just can't change it - or you don't want to change it."

Siegfried snorted and did not answer.

"A person's ability is always limited, don't push everyone to the opposite side." Farnan re-tied Siegfried's bootlaces: "And..."

"Okay, stop talking, is it over yet?" This time it was Siegfried's turn to get angry: "No matter what, I still have you, right?"

"That's not enough?" Fanan shook his head: "My abilities are also limited."

"No." Siegfried took the spear and turned around to avoid eye contact with Farnan: "One true friend is enough."

…

[Royal Stand]

Prince Richard walked up the steps three at a time to the auditorium.

The Duke of Lothair stood up to greet the prince. The queen was also very happy to see the prince, but the emperor was expressionless.

As soon as he came to the stand, Prince Richard immediately met his sister's pleading eyes. He nodded slightly towards Princess Elizabeth, slowed down and walked calmly to the front of the throne.

"Your Majesty." Prince Richard saluted the emperor: "It is too dangerous to fight animals on foot. Earl Harlan was just impulsive and did not consider it. He has regretted it and hopes that your Majesty will take back the order!"

"Regret." The emperor asked with interest, "Really?"

Prince Richard did not dare to continue, so he forced himself to come up with other reasons: "Your Majesty, allowing Earl of Harlan to fight wild beasts alone on foot is tantamount to allowing him to commit suicide. If Earl of Harlan fails, his soul will be destroyed. You can only suffer in hell, and you will not be able to be redeemed even when the final judgment comes. Please think twice, Your Majesty."

Princess Elizabeth also begged with tears in her eyes: "Yes, don't you admire Earl Harlan the most? Dad? Why do you have to watch him commit suicide? Please!"

The emperor's eyes swept over his son and daughter, then looked at the old man wearing a black velvet robe standing behind him: "What do you think?"

The emperor's personal chaplain, Brother Ambrose of the Michael Order, took a step forward and respectfully replied: "Your Majesty is the supreme leader and protector of the Catholic Church. If Count Harlan really encounters misfortune, would it be considered suicide?" It is up to His Majesty to decide.”

Although the subject of the inquiry was the personal priest, the emperor's eyes returned and stayed on the prince, making the latter feel like a light on his back.

The stands became quiet, the emperor nodded slightly, and Brother Ambrose stepped back to his original position.

The emperor looked at the hunting ground and said lightly: "That doesn't count."

The winter wind on the Castile Peninsula was howling, but fine beads of sweat appeared on Prince Richard's forehead unknowingly.

Prince Richard gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, raised his head and looked directly at the emperor, wanting to say something else.

But it was too late, the melody symbolizing the entrance of the gladiators had already been played.

"Look." The emperor said softly: "The person you said you regretted is here."

…

[Hunting Ground]

Sigfrid didn't know what opponent the Castilians would give him, but he hoped it would be strong enough.

If the Castilians let in a deer or an antelope, it was only to humiliate him.

Siegfried was holding a hunting spear and jogging around the oval at a constant speed - he could still hear some words.

"Keep warm and active." Before going on stage, Farnan repeatedly warned: "The Castilian people may play dirty tricks if they are publicly humiliated by you. For example, they may make you wait in the hunting ground until your body freezes and your limbs become numb. "

"I did not publicly humiliate the Castilians."

"Keep warm." Fanan took out a fine velvet robe and said, "Keep moving."

The proud Castilian people did not use any underhanded tactics. The count who presided over the ceremony even raised the flag politely and asked - can we start?

Siegfried nodded and took off his burqa.

Many spectators couldn't help but let out a low cry, because the blond knight in the field did not wear any armor, only wearing a single coat, a pair of breeches and a pair of low-top soft shoes.

The colorful flags waved, and the melody symbolizing the entrance of the beast sounded.

The gate slowly rose, and the dull sound of hoofbeats came out of the animal pen first. In the blink of an eye, a strong bison rushed into the hunting ground.

The lack of intrigue may not be because the Castilians are noble, but because the opponent they chose for Sigfrid did not need any extra help at all:

A powerful adult male bison, every inch of muscle contained explosive power. It was only slightly smaller than the one Hernan had just killed, but it was no less wild and dangerous.

Don't you want to snatch the glory of "The Tail of the Gun"?

Well, we will give you a beast worthy of the tail of a gun.

Without Siegfried's temptation, the bull with the flower dart stabbed into its back took the initiative to attack the people in the field.

The furious bison roared, accelerated to the limit, and plowed towards Siegfried like crazy.

Without hesitation, Sigfrid also charged at the bison with his spear.

The two sides were about to collide head-on, and many women had subconsciously shielded their eyes to avoid it because they couldn't bear to see the handsome blond man being disemboweled.

At the critical moment, Siegfried leaped forward half a step, narrowly avoiding the horns, and turned around to stab the bull's neck fiercely.

As soon as the tip of the spear touched the bull's neck, the bull had already turned its head, lowered its head, raised its head, and faced the human again.

Sigfrid's strong and well-proportioned muscles burst out with unparalleled strength. He was like a big human-shaped cat, leaping continuously to the side and rear of the bull, his spear always ready to pierce the bull's carotid artery.

The bull's explosive power is even more astonishing. It stamps, twists and flicks its tail fiercely. Every time its strong hooves hit the ground, there is a huge muffled sound and a cloud of sand and dust half a man's height is raised.

One person and one beast were fighting within a radius of less than two meters, trying their best to kill each other.

There was total silence outside the hunting ground, and only the loud noises of "dong" and "dong" could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, and Elizabeth's heart was clenched tightly. She didn't even realize that she had pinched her father's arm until it turned blue and purple.

The fierce but brief fight ended with Siegfried leaving two shallow wounds on the side of the bull's neck.

After another failed push, the bull stood still and Siegfried seized the opportunity to distance himself.

The panting man and the beast spraying white mist looked at each other in the winter wind, temporarily entering into a confrontation.

It was at this moment that deafening cheers and applause erupted from the stands, and even the Castilian nobles were cheering loudly.

The young Earl Harlan looked at the bull, feeling some pity and respect in his heart, but his desire to kill the bull did not weaken at all.

Only one person is destined to survive this fight. Victory or destruction in front of her are both acceptable results for Siegfried. Even if it makes her feel a little heartache, he can welcome death happily.

Outside the hunting ground, surrounded by a sea of ​​joy, Fanan's expression became more and more solemn.

If Sigfrid's background was considered poor, Farnan's background was not even poor, and could only be called humble under the imperial system.

Fanan became a soldier because he was admitted to the new school founded by the emperor. His father was an ordinary hunter. Although his father did not have a title to pass on to Fanan, he taught Fanan a lot of hunting knowledge.

To fight against large beasts, hunters need to follow a basic principle: consume the beast's physical energy and conserve their own physical energy.

A skilled hunter only needs a spear to kill wolves, leopards, and mountain lions. This is because the hunter can use the spear to defend on the spot, constantly consuming the beast's physical energy and causing damage to the beast at the same time.

But when faced with a behemoth weighing nearly 700 kilograms, using a defensive counterattack strategy is tantamount to suicide. The bison will crush, fly, and grind people into pieces with their spears and spears.

So Siegfried had to actively dodge, jump and sprint constantly.

After the fight, the bull bleeds and the human remains unscathed. It seems that Siegfried is completely victorious, but in reality, Siegfried is completely defeated.

If the current situation continues, Sigfrid's physical strength will be exhausted before the bison.

The bison can add a hundred more wounds, but as long as Siegfried makes one mistake, there is only death waiting for him.

Farnan originally thought that the Castilian nobles would release at most a wild boar, but what broke out of the pen was a bison. There was no doubt that the Castilian nobles were challenging the emperor's authority, and killing Sigfrid was just a means, not a means. Purpose.

A clear and transparent voice sounded from behind Fanan: "It's really wonderful! Count Harlan's display is incredible. Your Majesty also killed ferocious beasts twenty years ago. No wonder some people say that Count Harlan is your Majesty's illegitimate son..."

Farnan turned around and found that the source of the sound was actually little Hernan.

Little Hernan was holding two ox ears and an ox tail and looked at Fanan with a smile.

"Earl Harlan is not your Majesty's illegitimate son." Farnan bent slightly and said, "Your Excellency Hernan."

Marshal Hernan did not have his eldest son until he was forty years old, so little Hernan was actually in his early twenties, an age when curiosity was rampant.

He coughed dryly. Although he was ashamed, he couldn't help but want to inquire: "Really? You tell me, I won't tell others."

"Then can you answer me a question first?"

"What?"

Farnan asked politely: "Why don't you believe that the earl is just the son of a bankrupt knight?"

Little Hernan scratched his hair and said with a smile: "Okay, I believe it. Because my father is just the son of a bankrupt knight."

Fanan nodded in greeting, turned around and continued to observe the situation in the hunting ground.

While they were talking, a new round of fighting broke out in the center of the hunting ground.

Sigfrid still relied on his dexterity and explosive power to avoid the horns in a thrilling way.

The bull seems to be doing useless work, but in fact every attack is enough to cause fatal injuries, just waiting for a small human mistake.

"You also noticed, right?" Little Hernan casually hung the cow's ears and tail on the fence, looked at the people and animals in the field, and said, "If this continues, Earl Harlan will definitely die."

Fanan looked at little Hernan, waiting for the other person to continue speaking.

Little Hernan patted Farnan on the shoulder carelessly: "In the final analysis, you still think of fighting beasts too simply. Do you really think that we Castile people can do it recklessly? It's all skills! Do you understand? Skills! Even Fighting beasts on horseback requires help from an assistant, let alone fighting beasts on foot? Do you really think anyone can do it?"

Little Hernan held out four fingers: "It took me four horses to drain that bison's strength. Count Harlan's endurance is stronger than the four horses combined? Wait a little longer, and his physical strength must have improved first." Bottomed out.”

Little Hernan became more and more sad as he spoke: "Oh! This is the first time I've been the butt of a gun. What's the result? After being interfered with by Count Harlan like this, there's nothing left. I don't know when the next time will be..."

"Your Excellency Hernan." Farnan asked politely, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"What did you say?" Little Hernan came back to his senses and slapped his forehead: "Oh, by the way, I'm here to help you - help you deal with this bull."

"Can you tell me why you want to help Earl Harlan?"

"Why? Why else?" Little Hernan shrugged: "My father asked me to come."

[I can’t finish this small branch of the empire today. I’ll continue writing it tomorrow]

[This branch line is for several subsequent supporting characters to appear together. It won’t be very long and should end tomorrow (not a flag, it really isn’t)]

[Actually, there is another purpose. The duel between the golden retriever and the beast can actually be regarded as a replica of the duel between the oathbreaker and the beast. Therefore, since the golden retriever is written, there is no need to write about the oathbreaker...]

[By the way, the last time Golden Retriever appeared was actually in Chapter 3 of Volume 4, "One bottle is water, the other is sand". I forgot to indicate it for everyone. Golden Retriever was the imperial general who asked Carl XI's grandson to bring water and sand to the emperor. I’ll add it here, I’ll also add comments before it]

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