[Hunting Ground]

The silver horse knight is skillfully teasing the prey on the east side of the hunting ground. People with sharp eyes have noticed something strange on the other side of the hunting ground:

"Look! That golden-haired boy is still alive!"

"ah?"

"Oh, he's not dead yet? He's lucky."

"No! Why is he still walking to the middle of the hunting ground?"

The noble men and women who were watching the ceremony thought that even if Count Harlan was not dead, he would at least be seriously injured.

Therefore, when they saw the blond fighter stand up unsteadily and walk towards the bison alone again, they were shocked beyond words.

Seeing Siegfried return to the stage, a faint smile appeared on the corner of little Hernan's mouth.

He waved the spear flag lightly, and eight more gladiators immediately entered the enclosure. Four of them were on horseback and four were on foot, each holding a flag-bearing lance or a cloak.

Little Hernan's eight assistants stood scattered around Siegfried, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the latter.

Seeing that everything was ready, little Hernan on horseback took off his hat with a huge feather and gracefully waved his hat to the audience.

Then, little Hernan led the bull towards where Sigfrid was.

But he didn't let the bull charge directly at Siegfried.

When the bull was less than twenty meters away from Siegfried, two assistants of Hernan Jr. took the initiative to "take over" the bull.

Among them, the tall assistant on horseback kept tapping the stirrup with the tip of his spear. The shorter assistant on foot let out a loud, short roar.

The actions of the two assistants successfully diverted the Bull's attention.

Confused by the sudden noise and the enemy, the bull stopped chasing little Hernan and did not pounce on Sigfrid.

After a brief hesitation, the bull attacked the walking assistant.

The short assistant who was attacked was not surprised but happy. There was no trace of fear on his face. He spread out his cloak with both hands and strode around the bull.

But how can two legs outrun four legs? In just a few steps, the bull caught up with the short assistant.

At the moment when the bull's horns were about to pierce the short assistant, the short assistant's raised cloak caused the bull to mistakenly believe that it was about to hit something huge.

Then the bull suddenly waved its horns and raised its head.

The short assistant caught the bull's deceleration when it lifted up, and waved his cape to guide the bull to his side, narrowly avoiding its horns.

At the same time, he leapt to the side of the bull, put away his cloak, and quickly retreated into the distance.

The bull suddenly lost its target and stood there, panting heavily.

With this set of smooth movements, the short assistant won the applause of the audience. He also took off his hat and waved it to thank the applauding noble men and women.

Just like that, the bull stopped about ten meters away from Siegfried, and Hernan's assistants quietly backed away to make room.

Most of the nobles who watched this performance did not understand the undercurrents surging underwater, and thought that little Hernan was the rescuer arranged in advance.

But when they saw that Earl Harlan, who had "resurrected from the dead", was continuing to fight, many people applauded sincerely.

Standing in the middle of the hunting ground, Siegfried understood - this was "little Hernan's help".

Only now did he have time to look at his opponent for the first time.

The bull's tongue was drooping, and white saliva continued to flow from its mouth. This wild creature was exhausted at this moment, and the shiny black fur under its neck changed color because it was soaked with blood.

It was seriously injured, and the wounds left by Sigfrid on its body were still bleeding, especially the last fatal stab.

But its expression was very calm - as if it had been calm from beginning to end.

Sigfrid lowered his head and looked at the rapier and robe in his hands. No matter what the reason for this fight was, it could only end with the death of one party.

Sigfrid slowly raised his rapier and waved his robe.

The bull charges again.

Watching a huge beast of nearly 700 kilograms collide head-on with you at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, not turning around and running away immediately is an act of bravery worthy of praise.

But Siegfried had to do something more difficult. He had to send a slender curved sword into the heart of the bull.

Siegfried was shirtless - his clothes had been cut open and torn off by Farnan - standing upright, waving his burqa gently with only his right hand.

He trusted Farnan's judgment, and Farnan did not let him down.

The bull literally charged straight for the burqa, not the human being hiding at the edge of the burqa.

The people watching the ceremony had no idea what Siegfried was doing. They only saw the bull running towards Siegfried, while Siegfried stood motionless.

Seeing that the blond "beauty" was about to die in the next moment, people in the stands and on the fence couldn't help but scream.

"ah!"

However, the sharp horn missed Siegfried's waist by a hair's breadth. At the same time, Siegfried jumped up and stabbed hard at the bull's back with the sword in his left hand.

The tip of the curved sword met the bull's back at a very small angle and eventually slipped away, leaving only a bloody groove on the bull's back.

The people who witnessed this scene couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret again:

"oh……"

The overcharged bull quickly turned around and pointed its horns at Siegfried again.

At this time, the two assistants who had just retreated stepped forward, roared, struck, and waved their cloaks to provoke the bull, leading the bull away from Sigfrid.

…

[outside the paddock]

Fanan held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, and held on to the fence with the other hand. He stared at the situation in the field, as if he would rush into the hunting ground to save people in the next second.

After getting off the field, little Hernan, who had just tied his horse, trotted to Farnan, holding his hat all the way: "Did I miss anything?"

"No." Fanan bent down deeply, still looking at the field: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Hernan."

"Are you tired of being so polite all the time?" Little Hernan put his arm around Farnan's shoulders affectionately: "But that's all I can do to help him. The sword that can really kill the bison has to be struck by himself.

.But...if Earl Harlan loses his temper, you can work under me! How about it?"

Farnan deftly stepped back half a step, keeping an arm's distance from little Hernan.

Little Hernan shrugged regretfully and looked into the paddock: "You don't have to worry too much. Count Harlan has consumed a lot of the bison's energy and lost a lot of blood. I led the bison to run for a while.

.Now the strength and speed of the bison are far less than what they were at the beginning, so I think Earl Harlan’s chances are probably..."

Little Hernan made an optimistic judgment: "Half of it."

Fanan silently held the hilt of the sword.

"So to be honest, if Count Harlan messes up, you might as well become my adjutant." Little Hernan patted his chest with great pride: "My father is the Marshal of the Empire!"

…

[Inside the paddock]

Siegfried was temporarily unaware of the fact that someone wanted to poach his lieutenant.

He is gradually entering a state of total selflessness.

Every previous round of fighting and every confrontation made him more and more "familiar" with this bull.

At this moment, Siegfried understands the opponent in front of him just like he understands his friends and his enemies:

The width and direction of its horns, its reaction when attacked, the speed at which it turns, its usual movements...

Sigfrid raised his curved sword and unfolded his robe.

Little Hernan's assistants originally wanted to give Count Harlan more time to breathe, but seeing that Siegfried was ready again, several assistants looked at each other and led the bull to Count Harlan again.

It was another extremely thrilling confrontation, and the horns were closer than the last time.

Siegfried jumped up and drew his sword.

Or not!

This time the sword penetrated deeper than last time, but it only penetrated less than a foot and could not go down again. It must have got stuck in the bone seam.

Siegfried endured the severe pain in his palm and pulled out the curved sword when the bull turned around.

The assistants quickly stepped forward and led the bull away again.

…

[Outside the hunting grounds]

"Oops!" little Hernan suddenly shouted: "[sequence of intense and surprised Castilian expletives]!"

Fanan turned his head sharply.

Little Hernan widened his eyes and asked: "Is Count Harlan left-handed?"

"Yes." Fanan replied without hesitation: "What's the problem?"

Little Hernan put both hands on Farnan's chest and explained quickly: "The bison's heart is also on the left side, understand? A gladiator has to use his right hand to insert it! Count Harlan is left-handed, and his heart is on the left side."

The robe is held in his right hand, so he can only hide to the left, as the sword cannot be inserted in that position!"
To be continued...