I was beheaded in the Middle Ages for 20 years

John's first few attacks were mainly probing.

The punches he plays are not much different from his personality.

Shows confidence but not arrogance.

John's eyes were firm, and after Xu Siling easily dodged a few tentative moves, he sprinted and swung his left fist.

Xu Siling didn't dodge and use his arm to catch him. Instead, he struck out, hiding behind John's left fist and followed by a right punch.

With a slight twist of her body, Xu Siling received a strong punch from John on her shoulder.

He pulled away and rubbed his shoulder muscles.

Xu Siling deliberately let himself take this punch to feel John's power.

I can only say that he is numb and has good strength. He is worthy of a man who has received military training since he was a child.

I can't tell much about the technique, but the speed is so-so.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xu Siling was forced to retreat after receiving a heavy punch, and everyone in the tavern couldn't help but boo.

"Hey, be serious!"

"Don't lose so quickly, I'll give you 60 copper coins!"

"Xu, it's time for me to put aside my knightly courtesy. It's a man's time now!"

John laughed, pointed his fist at Xu Siling, and sprinted as he spoke.

Xu Siling rarely fights, but the truth is still clear.

He dodged John's combos one after another, causing John to become a little anxious.

"drink!"

John began to speed up and his pace became brisk.

Xu Siling gradually became serious. Facing the charging fist, he raised his arms, moved closer, and hooked his right fist straight into John's waist.

John saw that he was in a hurry and had no way to dodge, so he had to gather his strength and take Xu Siling's punch forcefully.

Unexpectedly, Xu Siling's fist hit his waist, knocking out the energy John had been holding back.

John took two steps back, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He felt as if all the oxygen in his body had been knocked out by Xu Siling's punch. He took a few deep breaths.

He has been boxing with people for so long, so it's not that he has never lost, but he only loses a little, not too much.

But this time when facing Xu Siling, he couldn't feel the difference between the two sides.

Or it can be said that he couldn't find Xu Siling's loopholes and disadvantages.

The relief on Xu Siling's face as he dodged one after another was not for show.

He punched his shoulder. Although the punch was not very powerful, it was not small either. Xu Siling rubbed his shoulder, but it had no effect.

Now that he felt how powerful Xu Siling's punch was, John became a little excited!

It's been a long time since he met a man worthy of his full strength!

"Haha! Come again!"

Xu Siling, who had become serious, also put on her guard and stared at John.

The cheers of the people in the tavern were within earshot.

This time Xu Siling took the lead in punching.

The wind of fists sounded, and John showed his experienced skills and speed, nimbly dodging Xu Siling's fists, leaning over and launching a counterattack against Xu Siling.

The bodies collided, and John's fist hit Xu Siling's waist.

Xu Siling pushed hard, but it had little impact. He lowered his elbow and hit John's back swing, and then pushed his shoulder with one hand to get him out of his position.

As soon as John was out of position, Xu Siling hooked a straight right fist towards John's face.

John couldn't dodge and took another hard hit.

Of course, Xu Siling didn't dare to use all his strength, otherwise he was afraid that if he punched with all his strength, he would knock John's face crooked.

John was obviously a master of resisting beatings. He didn't feel any pain when he was beaten, but instead became more excited and excited.

The two of them started to fight, each punching me and the other. They gradually became too lazy to dodge and relied on their physical strength to resist.

The tavern was filled with excitement and cheers. The corners of John's mouth had begun to bleed, but his eyes were firm and his figure was strong.

Xu Siling is much better than John. His clothes are a little messy. With the blessing of many combat skills, his physical fitness is naturally many times better than John.

If it were really a life and death duel, Xu Siling was sure that he could kill John in ten seconds.

He was playing with John, but the two exchanged fists, and he couldn't help but feel the charm of boxing brought by John, which made him a little excited.

Amidst the booing and shouting in the tavern.

The boxing duel ended in less than ten minutes.

Naturally, John lost.

His face was bruised and swollen, his clothes were disheveled and he was lying on the table gasping for air.

Xu Siling stood on the counter with some relief. He panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, John couldn't hold on anymore and lay down, otherwise he would have considered using more strength.

Seeing Xu Siling win the boxing, many people in the bar couldn't help shouting in pain, and some shouted wildly, signaling John to stand up and continue the fight.

There are too many people pressuring John to win.

On the contrary, some of the people who beat Xu Siling to win almost burst out laughing.

The odds on both sides are naturally different.

Xu Siling didn't care about this and stepped forward to pull John up.

John's mouth was bleeding and the left half of his face was swollen. He half-squinted his eyes and struggled to get up.

"Oh my God, Xu, why are you so resistant to being beaten?"

"You're not bad either."

"Hahaha, then I'll take it as you complimenting me."

Although John was confident, he was neither arrogant nor stupid. From the first moment of testing, he understood that there was a huge difference in physical fitness between the two.

At most, he could rely on his long-term boxing skills and experience to find opportunities to steal a few more punches from Xu Siling.

But Xu Siling was in very good physical condition, so she took a few punches from him, but she still looked like a normal person.

This man is so perverted.

He likes it so much.

The two of them helped him back to the bar and sat down. John took a few sips of wine to numb himself.

He felt a little emotional. It had been so long since he had met someone who chatted so harmoniously. There were no worries about status, only sincere interactions and a man's fist.

John was created a prince from the time Philip VI became king.

In France, holding this title is equivalent to being a prince.

Even if the Battle of Crecy failed, his status would still be so high that it would not be affected by the defeat.

Due to the political disagreement with his father, he stayed away from the court and basically wandered around the city all day long, living in panic every day.

When meeting a noble knight, he would talk to him about his belief in the spirit of chivalry.

But the knights and nobles he met either recognized his identity, spoke awkwardly, and found it difficult to get to know him.

Either they were not interested in his chivalry, and some nobles even made fun of him.

It can be said that John was heartbroken by his father and also by the current aristocratic cultural environment.

Today, he suddenly met a knight with such a closed eye, and he suppressed his heart not to reveal his identity. He really wanted to reveal his identity and then drag Xu Siling back to his mansion to have a heart-to-heart talk.

John knew that if he didn't confess now, someone else would definitely tell Xu Siling secretly.

There were so many people in the tavern, so it was impossible for everyone to know him.

It's just because of a man's small self-esteem that he doesn't want to suddenly reveal his identity after losing this boxing match. This makes people feel as if he is using his noble identity to overpower the opponent and show that he refuses to admit defeat.

This is inconsistent with the spirit of chivalry.

If you lose, just admit defeat honestly.

He really felt Xu Siling's power.

After the two played the game, they sat down and continued drinking. The winning or losing of the game did not affect their relationship at all.

On the contrary, because of this men's game, our friendship deepened.

Xu Siling made a lot of money on the bet, while John lost 100 silver coins without blinking an eye.

The two chatted from north to south, sometimes about England, sometimes about interesting things happening to the French nobility, such as whose uncle married his niece.

Through John's mouth, Xu Siling gained a deeper understanding of the situation on both sides of the British and French sides.

And John gradually understood what kind of person Xu Siling was.

He has calm eyes and firm eyes, and speaks in an orderly manner, unlike some people who are gentlemen before drinking and crazy after drinking.

After drinking, Xu Siling still spoke politely.

The more he looked, the more John liked the man in front of him.

It was getting dark.

Until the apprentice from the blacksmith shop went to the tavern to find Xu Siling and said that the coat of arms of Raya Town had been embroidered on the horse jacket.

Only then did Xu Siling realize that he had to return to the Earl of Bulvar's mansion to attend the dinner.

The sky was starting to get dark. If he didn't go back, Fei'er would be worried when she saw that he didn't go back.

Xu Siling stood up to say goodbye, and John was a little reluctant to leave. It was not easy to meet someone of the same age who could talk like this.

Unlike John, Xu Siling knew that there would definitely be many opportunities for contact between him and John II in the future, so he was not in a hurry.

He stood up and said goodbye without hesitation and left.

After Xu Siling left, John was in a daze. He touched the red and swollen face on the left side, wondering what he was remembering.

Wait, Xu didn't seem to tell him, which territorial noble knight he was?

Oops, we've already finished talking.

I don’t know where to look for it now.

John had no choice but to sit at the bar drinking alone as if he had lost his wife. It was not until dark that John left the tavern.

He returned to his mansion on the Isle of Lewis.

He had two residences in Paris, one in a private residence and the other in the royal palace.

However, due to political disagreements with his father, he basically did not live in the palace.

He was about to call his wife to take care of him, but he didn't expect someone was already waiting for him at the door.

He was the king's knight, he knew him.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with your face?"

"The king is looking for me?"

"Yes, His Majesty wants you to go to the palace."

"Let's talk tomorrow."

"Your Highness." The knight stopped John and said helplessly: "Don't make it difficult for His Majesty the King."

John sighed heavily and then waved his hand to indicate that he was going.

The two turned around and headed to the Royal Palace on the Isle of Lewis.

Philip VI was not in the main hall, but in the library.

As soon as he entered the library, John saw Philip VI sitting on a chair reading documents.

Philip VI had thick hair and beard, but he took care of it carefully every day. His hair was combed into a neat hairstyle and his beard was neatly trimmed. This appearance showed the majesty and maturity of his king.

His expression was calm, and his dark green eyes raised slightly to look at John.

The wound on John's face did not attract Philip VI's attention.

Seems to already know what happened.

"You did very well."

John didn't want to have anything to do with Philip VI, because when the two of them were together, it was easy for them to quarrel whenever the other party spoke.

Having quarreled many times, he already knew that quarreling would not solve the problem.

But facing Philip VI's sudden compliment, he was stunned.

"That knight is worth getting to know. If you can, try to become your own person. He will be very useful to you."

John thought of something and got angry: "You arranged for someone to follow me again!"

"It's you who are being too silly. Look what you have been doing these days. You are either fighting in the tavern or harassing other nobles." Philip VI frowned and scolded: "Have you thought clearly about your identity? The Dauphin of France, who is like you? You are neither a man nor a ghost."

"Father, are you like a human being?" John retorted unhappily, "Look at the people of France, look at the current situation of France!"

"Shut up and don't talk to me about your chivalry again." Philip VI slapped the document on the table. "What France needs is a perfect crown prince, not a perfect knight."

"If France cannot tolerate even one perfect knight, it can only be said to be the tragedy of the current king."

Philip VI felt his temples trembling, and he rubbed his eyebrows, not preparing to quarrel with John.

"No matter what, you did a good job. It seems that you didn't hear what I told you before."

Only then did John realize how his king father seemed to know Xu Siling's identity very well, especially when he kept revealing his specialness.

"Which territory is Xu a knight from?"

Philip VI was also surprised: "Don't you know who he is?"

"I" John was a little confused, "I don't know."

"You damn pig head! Oh my god, after I told you so much before, didn't one thing get into your ears?!"

After Philip VI reminded him, John recalled that no wonder he had always found the name Xu Siling so familiar.

Philip VI mentioned it to him.

It’s just that he never took Philip VI’s words seriously.

"Xu is the noble girl from the knight of Phil Raya who claims to have been inspired by God."

"That's right." Philip VI looked like he hated his incompetence, "I thought you heard it, but I didn't expect you didn't know who the person you were drinking and fighting with was!"

John suddenly understood and asked: "Xu came to Paris. Does that mean that aristocratic girl named Phil Raya also came to Paris?!"

"Yes, I received the news as soon as they approached Paris yesterday. I also asked someone to write you a letter, didn't you read it?"

"I'm too drunk to watch."

Philip VI suppressed his anger. He wanted to lose his temper, but he thought that his son was so fucked up by a hob that it was useless to scold him. Instead, he had to talk back to him, which would do no good except getting angry.

"In the choice of seeing the Pope or me, Raya chose to see me first. Since she chose to see me, it means a lot. With her current influence, if we can get her help, the power of the royal family can A lot worse. It can even deepen our control over the nobles. After the failure of the Battle of Crecy, too many nobles died, and the impact of the battle weakened our control over the nobles."

"Father, the nobles will not be loyal to your power, but to this kingdom. The failure of the Battle of Crecy itself was avoidable. It was your arrogance that caused the kingdom to lose this battle."

"That's enough!" Philip VI couldn't bear his anger and slapped the table again: "I'm talking to you about business, don't give me lessons here!" (End of Chapter)