"It's so on point. This is the person I like."

Gwent suddenly stretched out her hand to grab Madeleine's right breast, but a strong arm stretched out from behind and firmly grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, it's so rude to treat a lady like this."

Downton frowned, even if he was wearing a mask, he would not deal with such garbage.

"Who do you think you are? Get away!"

Gwent's expression changed and she scolded loudly.

"Boy, even if you want to die, do you dare to interfere in His Highness's affairs?"

The servant came over and kicked Downton.

Downton raised his right leg, and stepped hard on the servant's knee with his military boots. There was a crisp crack, accompanied by a miserable scream, that spread throughout the audience.

"I say it again, let go, or you will die!"

The servant was beaten, and Gwent felt humiliated. What was even more irritating was that the head of the Royal Sisters looked at him with contempt, as if he were looking at a cockroach, which made him furious.

"What do you propose?"

Downton didn't even pay attention to Gwent.

"That's unreasonable!"

Before Madeline could say anything, Gwent, who was ignored, pulled out the dagger with her other hand, stabbed Downton in the abdomen, and cast her talent at the same time.

A three-meter-tall fire element condensed next to Downton and hit his head with a fist.

Downton used his five fingers to exert force, and with a click, he directly crushed Gwent's right wrist. At the same time, he swung his left fist and hit the fire element's fist.

boom!

After the fire element fell more than twenty meters, it exploded into sparks that filled the sky with a bang.

"Ah, my hands, you bastard, I want my father to kill you!"

Gwent screamed and cursed Downton.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Downton pulled Gwent over. He waved his hand and slapped him hard with both hands and backhands. His cheeks were swollen and he couldn't scream anymore.

"Your Highness!"

Gwent's servants exclaimed and rushed over with their swords drawn, but before they could get close, they were stopped by the death knights.

"excuse me!"

Seeing the conflict on Downton's side, Chadley finally had enough fun and immediately apologized to Sansa and ran over, "Downton, what are you doing? He is the prince of Gwent, and he is likely to inherit the throne in the future.

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Seeing the prince's miserable state with his mouth full of blood, Chadli was stunned.

"Is the prince amazing?"

Downton curled his lips, not to mention the prince, he had killed a king.

"Domineering!"

Huh. Madeleine flicked her right hand, and a tasseled feather fan spread like a peacock's tail, covering half of her face, and she smiled nonchalantly.

"Let him go quickly, Father, come and treat him!"

Chadley urged.

"Wait a minute, you have to ask the group leader how to deal with him!"

Downton rejects Chadley.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold. Who do you think you are?"

"Are you going to war with us Gwent?"

Hearing Downton's words, a group of guards became furious. In addition, His Highness was injured, they were bound to be beheaded, so they rushed forward crazily, but after just one confrontation, they were beaten back by the death knight.

"Are you afraid of killing a prince?"

Madeline was a little surprised when she heard Downton's answer, and her eyes became meaningful.

"Afraid? I'm afraid that Gwent's army is not enough for me to fight!"

Downton spat in Gwent's face. Even if he was ignored, this guy actually asked Madeleine how much it would cost to sleep with him in front of him. This was simply a huge insult. If he were to let his sister

Take it away, and you will become a laughing stock in your life.

"Well, break his limbs and his mouth full of teeth!"

Madeline asked with a smile, not looking at Gwent, but staring at Downton. She wanted to see how courageous this boy was.

"No, do you know who I am?"

Gwent was finally scared, but as soon as he said a few words, Downton's military boots kicked him in the face.

boom!

Gwent rolled out like a broken sack, and the teeth in her mouth were mixed with blood and spit out.

"Owner!"

Jackson was already at his side and handed over a handkerchief.

"Take care of it!"

Downton took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"As you command!"

Jackson rushed in front of Gwent, pulled out his machete, and slashed brutally on his limbs and joints.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blood spurted out, and the severed limbs twitched.

"ah!"

The person who had fainted from the pain woke up again because of the severe pain.

"Your Highness!"

The guards roared, their faces all white, knowing that it was all over. They wanted to rescue His Highness, but they were chopped down by the death knight again.

"I asked you to cripple him, not to make him a human stick!"

Madeleine rolled her eyes.

"I forgot to use the back of the knife!"

Jackson wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Forget it, leave a few alive, otherwise who will send this unfortunate guy back?"

Downton gave a casual order, picked up the wine glass, raised his head and poured it into his stomach.

"Haha, are you scared?"

Madeleine teased that if Downton didn't care, he wouldn't drink to vent his anger.

"No, I can see that since we can't integrate into the aristocratic circle peacefully, we should just keep fighting!"

Downton snorted, "Beat them until they all surrender!"

"Cool, this is gorse... ugh!"

Madeleine shut her mouth in time and glanced at the ring on Downton's hand, secretly thinking that it was so dangerous that she almost let it slip.

The whole place was silent, except for the crackling sound of the bonfire. The nobles all looked at Downton, dumbfounded.

"Is this guy a lunatic?"

Sansa was puzzled.

"I, Di Polo, you actually took action. Are you crazy?"

Chadli was so frightened that his hands were shaking. Jealousy among nobles was normal. Fighting was normal, but it rarely developed to this extent. "You want to start a war because you crippled someone else's prince?"

Downton shrugged his shoulders. Although the tax-free policy was implemented, he had seized a large amount of money underground. How could he spend it without fighting?

The hilly natives are all unruly guys, with big appetites and bad tempers. They spend huge amounts of money on military expenses every day, and even the sweaty training is too wasteful. They might as well be sent to the battlefield.

Downton, who has emerged from actual combat, believes that only continuous wars can forge an iron army.

"If you die, I will recruit again. There are millions of natives living in the vast Dragon Hills. I don't believe that no one will be tempted by the high salary?"

Downton is prepared to feed war with war.

"Well done. The international status of any country is achieved through hard work, not maintained by words."

Homer praised that he knew that Downton had been studying the situation in the north recently, and that Gwent was in the middle and lower reaches of the third-rate countries, and that Dunkfur might not have no chance.
To be continued...