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"Commander Bei, there are too many people here, and I'm afraid we'll both feel a bit restricted. I think the grove over there is nice, quiet and peaceful. What do you think?" Gao Wen accepted the invitation and suggested that they mingle in the grove.

Beamont nodded and followed Gawain quickly toward the grove.

Adventurer A: What's going on? Why did they go to the grove?

Adventurer B: They said they couldn't relax and didn't want to be in the car. You should think about what's wrong with your brain before asking such a question.

Adventurer A: But that pretty boy didn't ask for a price. Is it possible that they're itching for a fight...? Look, the other two followed him too.

Adventurer C: That's hilarious! You're too honest. Hey you, explain to him what sparring is.

Adventurer D: Kneeling on both knees doesn't necessarily mean begging for mercy, carrying burdens on your shoulders doesn't necessarily mean taking responsibility, stabbing someone in the back doesn't necessarily mean you're being stabbed in the back, tears falling on your face don't necessarily mean you're crying, and swallowing something doesn't necessarily mean you're feeling wronged. Do you understand?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 219: The Defeat of the Knight Hime·Part 2

The grove of trees on the north side of Golden Cliff.

Although it was called a grove of trees, it was actually already within the territory of the Duchy of Rufa.

The primeval forest was so dense that it blocked out the sun. The deeper one went, the taller the trees became, their canopies overlapping and intertwining, cutting the sunlight into countless tiny spots of light. Occasionally, some unknown birds, beasts, insects, and snakes would dart out.

Gao Wen continued for ten kilometers before stopping.

The level 70 Beyamont must have enjoyed the promotion benefits of an archmage, making her far stronger than the newly promoted Grin. If the two were to fight, it would cause quite a stir, and it wouldn't be good to attract the attention of the Dark Church prematurely.

In short, if the opponent is Commander Bei, it's definitely a good idea for him to delve deeper.

Seeing how prudent Gao Wen was in his actions, Lindsay couldn't help but nod in approval, finally letting him have a good meal.

In the past, when he went out on missions, he would bring all sorts of things with him. Some of them were loose-lipped and would talk loudly about everything, while others would cause explosions at the drop of a hat, making it known to everyone and causing the Golden Church to have a bad reputation in the Kingdom of Vis.

Those who know it are aware that it's a legitimate church, organized and disciplined; those who don't might mistake it for a terrorist organization, a group with no morals or bottom line.

In contrast, Gao Wen's steady and meticulous approach to work makes him the perfect successor.

Yes, Lindsay was courting Gawain in order to groom him as the successor to the secret meetings.

The Dawn Church has no shortage of thugs and shrewd individuals, but Lindsay looks down on them, finding them too loyal to the church and often unable to adapt due to their loyalty, ultimately causing major problems.

To give a simple example, when you're out in the dark, there will inevitably be oaths and vows to gain someone's trust.

Many loyal young men, who thought themselves very capable, were masters of foul language and claimed they could curse the dead to the point of spontaneous combustion.

As a result, Lindsay made them curse Pope Alron, saying the most offensive things possible, such as saying that sons have no penises and daughters have many penises. The young men couldn't bring themselves to say it, and his example was useless.

He got stuck in the first round and turned to debate with Lindsay, swearing that His Holiness the Pope had a clean private life, was abstinent and strong-willed throughout his life, and had no illegitimate children. He even clamored to put Lindsay on the barbecue grill for smearing the leader.

This kind of person is only fit to be a henchman. If you actually sent them out as infiltrators, they'd be handing out benefits to both hostile and friendly forces in no time.

Sometimes, being too loyal isn't necessarily a good thing!

Lindsay didn't see this concern in Gawain and would bet that if given a legitimate opportunity, Gawain would dare to insult Alron by saying his son didn't have a penis.

Green followed with a broad smile, waiting for Gawain to be thoroughly humiliated by Beatrice.

Seeing Lindsay smiling and nodding from time to time, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Commander Lindsay, this sparring is to enhance friendship and resolve the misunderstanding between the Natural Holy Court and Gawain. Just watch the show and don't interfere with the match. Otherwise, the misunderstanding will not be resolved and the conflict will only be further deepened, which will only damage the internal unity of the four-party alliance."

That makes sense, but you kept smiling, and I find it hard to believe that you weren't carrying personal grudges with you.

Lindsay is just getting old, but he's not blind. Green's smirk is so smirky, you could fish for him if you threw him in the river.

If Green were his subordinate, Lindsay would simply let him leave gracefully, to go wherever he wanted and not bother him. But Green is a teammate representing the Natural Court, so the situation is different.

Writing teammates, reading tools, bolding and enlarging make them cannon fodder; Lindsay just wants as many as possible.

"Commander Green, rest assured. Gauss just made it very clear that it's a friendly spar that won't affect our cooperation. The outcome isn't important; friendship is what matters most. I trust Commander Beatrice; she knows how to weigh the pros and cons and knows where to draw the line."

Lindsay declared loudly, "As the initiator of the alliance, I am honored to witness this clash of titans. As the referee, I will absolutely uphold fairness and will not favor either side."

"..."

Green: Who is Gauss? Is it Gawain's real name?

Damn it, that kid doesn't tell the truth. If Lindsay hadn't told him the truth, he would still be in the dark.

Lindsay's voice was loud, and he deliberately spoke carelessly, so not only Green heard it, but Gawain and Beamont also heard it clearly.

As we all know, people tend to emphasize what they lack most. The more Lindsay Lohan emphasizes fairness and impartiality and refuses to favor one side, the more likely she is to favor one side.

Beatrice was a taciturn, aloof female knight, large-breasted but not brainless; she clearly understood that Lindsay's words were directed at her. She was warning her to stop while she was ahead, otherwise, the linesman might personally intervene, but would definitely stop the match.

Although Gao Wen wasn't exactly an iceberg type, he was also a man of few words and honesty. He understood Lindsay's underlying meaning and, seeing that the rules were in his favor, didn't appeal to request a different referee.

He took a deep breath, bringing his energy and spirit to their peak. His tactic was summed up in one word: "fast," and his plan was to stop while he was ahead.

While others might not know, he certainly did. Red River Town was dangerous, and his powerful teammate, Beamont, had other opportunities to shine. He, too, couldn't afford to waste too much energy on the Knight Princess's teacher.

“Sir Gawain, today’s challenge was my own insistence, and has nothing to do with Delight. In fact, she does not support me.”

Before the fight began, Beatrice decided to make things clear.

Delight wasn't a sore loser; the Knight Princess accepted her defeat wholeheartedly. If you can't beat someone, you can't beat them. Making excuses and being stubborn not only cost her face but also her substance, allowing Gawain to win twice in a row, a win-win situation.

However, Delight's identity is too special. If the Holy Court doesn't get its revenge, not only will the outside world look down on their Holy Maiden, but it will also make them seem easy to bully.

As the saying goes: A good horse is ridden, and a good person is married.

Society is very realistic; sometimes, insisting on right and wrong doesn't hold water. Just because you feel you're in the wrong and stop pursuing the matter doesn't mean people will think you're magnanimous. They'll just seriously consider the situation. If the Holy Court is so easy to talk to, are they incapable?

How about we bring our controlled knives tonight and give the Nature's Holy Court a little visit?

Weakness equals vulnerability!

For the self-contained Natural Holy Court, they can lose, but they must never be weak. Even if they lose again and again, they must show a fearless and indomitable spirit.

Of course, there is another very important reason why the Holy See is so resentful.

That damned, deserving-a-bonus-chicken-leg photographer, with his highly artistic flair, captured Desiree's black bodysuit in such a sexy way that countless people were treated to a glimpse of the saintess's stunningly long legs via live television broadcast.

Because no photographer could be found, Gao Wen, who was competing on the same stage, was caught in the crossfire and the blame was placed on him.

The commentators made it very clear that Gawain was also known as the Yellow Hair and the Female Teacher Knight. Since he had yellow hair, the fact that the Knight Princess was forced to have her clothes ripped must have been something he had planned in advance.

Our princess/saint has been bullied by that blond guy, and we won't accept any arguments against it!

[Host has triggered the quest [The Knight Princess's Defeat - Part 3]]

[Mission Description: The Knight Princess's defeat in the arena is just a cutscene; the subsequent story unfolds smoothly. Now, the opposing side has sent out the Knight Princess's teacher, who has issued a challenge to you, determined to avenge her student.]

[Task Rewards: 1500 million Experience Points, 40 Gold Coins, 400 Basic Free Attribute Points]

It was just a friendly sparring match, but the experience points were more than from ganging up on Lindsay. Gao Wen didn't even hesitate and won immediately.

In a great mood, the sky seemed bluer, the trees greener, and even the forty-year-old group leader looked more beautiful.

This has nothing to do with mood; Commander Bei has been handsome for many years.

Captain Bei is around forty years old and hasn't yet sagged due to her youthful appearance. This has little to do with her being good at skincare. If we have to talk about skincare, magic is the best anti-aging supplement for female magicians.

This principle also applies to male magicians.

According to master beauty expert Tiffany, a magician's appearance will not decline until his potential is completely exhausted. As long as the magician continues to improve and does not suffer any major injuries or illnesses, he can maintain his physiological peak.

Tiffany proudly stated that the above theory has a scientific basis and is not something she made up, so there is nothing wrong with her claiming to be eighteen years and a few months old.

She also warned certain ignorant young men not to add the word 'old' before her label as a saint.

She's not old at all; she's always been eighteen and will always remain eighteen. If you think she's too old, just return her favorite dozen or so sets of underwear.

“Commander Bei, I understand the Natural Holy Court’s predicament. That’s why I told Commander Green before that, without affecting the overall situation, we are ready to accept the Natural Holy Court’s invitation at any time and in any place.”

Gawain stretched his arms and legs: "You are a renowned archmage with many years of experience, while I am just a newly graduated high-level mage. I'll go first, is that alright?"

"can."

Beamont didn't dwell on the description of being famous for many years. Only immature female magicians would care about age; she had long since passed that childish stage.

If Gawain is trying to provoke her with such tactics, then he has chosen the wrong person.

boom!

The deafening roar of the cannons suddenly exploded, and the shockwave, carrying dust, surged violently upwards.

Before Beamont could see Gawain, she blocked with her left arm, precisely parrying the incoming heavy punch before the sharp sound of air being torn apart approached.

The fists clashed, and the dull thud made the surrounding ground tremble slightly.

What a great speed!

Such incredible power!

Desiree's loss was not unjustified, and Green was no match for her. Even if they were given another chance, they still wouldn't be able to cross this gap.

Despite feeling incredulous and unable to understand why a mere high-level mage could possess such powerful physical attributes, Beyamont's raised arm only trembled slightly as she forcefully suppressed the oncoming force.

With her rich combat experience, she keenly sensed that Gawain's attack had failed, and his legs sank slightly as he tried to use the momentum to extricate himself and retreat.

"Want to go?"

Beamont snorted coldly, his left arm, which was used for blocking, pressed down, his palm flipped, and his five fingers gripped Gawain's wrist tightly like iron clamps, pulling him sharply in front of him.

At the same time, her right fist was already poised to strike, tearing through the air and heading straight for Gao Wen's face.

The gap between archmages is greater than that between a human and a dog. Beamont is not Grin. As a level 70 archmage, she received a promotion bonus. Her seemingly slender and well-proportioned arms, in terms of both basic strength and explosive power, subtly surpassed Gawain's.

This person's strength is no less than mine!

Gawain suddenly felt an irresistible force strike him, his feet stumbled, his retreat was forcibly interrupted, and he was uncontrollably pulled toward Beamont, his face slamming straight into hers.

Great danger lies ahead!

Just as the fist was about to strike his face, the life force that had been accumulating within him erupted, and he suddenly ducked down, narrowly avoiding the punch.

Let's unleash a smooth little combo.

Using the terrifying explosive force of his sudden rise after squatting down, Gawain smoothly draped Beamont's right arm, which had missed its target, over his own shoulder.

It wasn't over yet; a powerful rocket headbutt slammed into Beamont's chin!

At this moment, Beamont had one hand gripping Gawain's wrist, while the other was on Gawain's shoulder, leaving her wide open and exposed from the waist down. Not wanting to take a headbutt headbutt headbutt, she decisively released Gawain's wrist, her toes touching the ground as she exploded forward, her body retreating like a ghost.

"Want to go?"