The sound of the door slamming echoed repeatedly in the corridor, echoing in the ears of the Count of Ile de France.

And when the sound finally faded, the empty corridor seemed even more lonely than when the Count of Ile de France came.

The Count of Ile de France stood outside the door in a daze. After a while, he turned around stiffly like a doll and walked out the door staggeringly.

From the windows of the corridor, you can see that soldiers had appeared in the garden below. The news of his entry into the city was probably known by the Duke of Aquitaine.

Every time he took a step, the more soldiers ran into the garden. Instead of breaking into the palace without authorization, they kept the important roads of communication according to their respective posts. I am afraid that the order they received was to block the palace first, and then slowly find the Earl of Ile-de-France.

This is an extremely critical situation.

However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with the Count of Ile de France. He was just walking, staggeringly.

He did not hide or escape, but walked out of the palace in broad daylight, in the sight of the soldiers. His sudden appearance even made the soldiers stunned. He saw half of the soldiers rushing towards him, while the other half of the soldiers shouted loudly: "A dwarf who was suspected to be the target appears in the Palace of Versailles, go and notify the Duke!"

The soldiers were just talking about "suspected".

Yes, he is wearing casual clothes now, and he is also dirty with the dirt. Apart from the characteristic of "short", ordinary soldiers cannot confirm his identity, and normally, he is definitely not able to appear like this. Maybe just by evading here, you can get away with it.

But he was not in this mood. God made his heart hard. He pulled out his sword, raised his hand and stabbed the soldier who came forward to ask to death with a sword.

The fiery blood splattered on his face, and then a fierce battle began.

He didn't remember how many people he cut down, how many people he let them go, and he didn't even remember whether he was injured. Anyway, when there was no one around, he was still standing there, his face, clothes, feet, and even the ground were covered with blood.

He continued walking forward swaying until he heard a cry from one side:

"Consul, come here!"

The one who called him was the Black Flat. He was hiding in a cluster of grass. There was also a red knife lying beside the Black Flat.

"Consul, aren't you too blatant to do this just now?"

Bai Gong rushed over from behind with panting. Only then did Carolin realize that Bai Gong had just been supporting him with a bow and arrow from a distance.

And Simena also poked her head out of a cluster of flowers and looked at him with concern.

Simena, the princess of Navarra.

"Consul, I just eavesdropped on their conversation. It seems that we were already found when we entered the city." Hei Tianping said, "There are not many soldiers coming to the palace because they cannot confirm our location yet. But these forces will be used to search the entire city. I am afraid that the roads outside will be blocked. As soon as you took action, all the soldiers will pounce on this side. We have to hurry up and take a look!"

However, the Earl of France had no response to the words of the Black Flat. He just looked at Siména and silently.

——Simene, the princess of Navarra.

He approached Simena step by step.

"Red knife, white bow, black balance." He said in a dry voice, "I have something to deal with, you guys leave."

"The consul..."

The black balance had already noticed the abnormality of the Count of the Isle of France. The white bow flashed keenly, blocking Princess Navarra, and shouting: "Consul, you don't need to do everything as Miss Mary said!"

The Earl of France slightly raised his head, and with the head, the bleeding sword tip.

God hardens his heart.

"Go away." He said to Bai Gong coldly, "Stamp in front of me again, I will stab you to death with a sword."

The red knife pulled the white bow from behind, and the black balance, and the three of them walked aside with a worried look on their faces.

The only ones who remained were the Earl of Ile-de-France and the Princess Navarre.

The Count of Ile de France staggered and took another step forward, then lifted his sword a little more.

Princess Navarra did not dodge or hide. She walked out of the flowers and stood in front of the Earl of Ile de France.

"What are you going to do? Caroling?"

She asked softly. The current state of the Count of Ile de France reminded her of the heavy rain in Navarre that day.

"Mary asked me to kill you."

"So you're going to kill me?"

A gust of wind blew, leading Princess Navarra's questioning to the distant cloud-edge sky.

The Count of Ile de France was trembling, but he still lifted his sword one by one.

"Sorry, Simena," he said, "this is me."

God hardened his heart. He poured murderous intent on the tip of the sword, and in the next second he would stab the sword towards Princess Navarra's heart!

But beyond his expectations, Simena rushed over and hugged him.

"Don't do this, Caroling. I know, this is not you."

"I know, the real you, you are the one who duels against the Duke of Brittany for my reputation."

"I know, the real you are the one who is alone in blocking the 30,000 troops for me."

"I know, the real you are against you for me and the Principality of Brittany."

"I know, the real you are always thinking about me, preparing snacks for me, and customizing clothes for me."

"I know, the real you, you who set down your sword under the church bell that day."

The church bell rang three times at the right time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

The bell seemed to have an unparalleled magic, causing the sword in the hand of the Count of Ile France to fall to the ground with a "clang". Siména buried her head deeply in the arms of the Count of Ile France.

"Hear? Caroling? Dim sum time is up."

"Don't do things that will make you regret and will make yourself want to atone for your sins afterwards. Let the previous things be forgotten. You are free, you are not a tool of the Carolingian clan, and no one can restrain you. If you hate this last name, you can borrow my last name; if you hate your name, I can give you a new name."

The Count of Ile de France sighed and pushed Simena away.

"Red knife, white bow!" he shouted hard, "Protect Siména from Paris. If she loses a piece of hair, I'll ask you!"

"What about you?" Simena looked at the Count of Ile-de-France with concern, "Where are you going?"

"Mary is my daughter and sister no matter what. I want to bring her out."

The Count of Ile-de-France turned around and walked forward a few steps, stopped again, and left a sentence:
Chapter completed!