I was beheaded in the Middle Ages for 20 years

"We all know why you came to England, to my country. I don't need to remind you of this again."

Xu Siling narrowed her brown eyes, smiled without saying a word, and did not respond.

It seems that after receiving his letter, Fei'er has carried out according to his plan.

In order to make his coming to England seem more natural, he had to let Fei'er stab him in the back on the surface.

And this knife, in the eyes of outsiders, is extremely normal.

No one will deny Xu Siling's strength.

But no one will deny Xu Siling's ability to get into trouble.

The stronger he is, the more capable he is of getting into trouble.

Any normal person would feel a headache when facing Xu Siling.

Outsiders believe that Fei'er and Xu Siling will never live in harmony.

As a saint, Fei'er must follow the teachings of the Holy Church, but many of Xu Siling's actions go beyond the teachings of the Church.

Fei'er could still protect Xu Siling once or twice, but after it happened too many times, she couldn't stand it anymore.

So in the eyes of Edward III, Xu Siling was someone who had broken with the royal family and was despised by the nobles, and now even his lord began to reject him.

People like Xu Siling have no choice but to come to England.

Of course, Edward III still chose to give more honor to the first knight of France in front of him.

This discussion, which in his eyes should not be a transaction, can become a transaction.

So he asked Xu Siling to name a price.

Edward III was confident that he could meet Xu Siling's offer no matter what price it was.

"No, cousin, you can't afford my price."

"I suggest you stop calling me that. We are not related by blood. You may be my mother's nephew-in-law, but you can never be my cousin."

Edward III had finally had enough of the title.

"I don't care, Edward." Xu Siling spread her hands. "I just want you to forget that I came to England for nothing. I received Isabella's letter, and I came to visit Blanche because of her concern. I won't make any damn deals with you, so dream on."

Edward III kept his composure and did not get angry, but the noble ministers around him could not help but step forward.

"Of course, you don't have to welcome me. I will go back to France. After all, in my opinion, there is nothing good about England. The land is rotten and the people are poor. It's bad enough that the people are poor, but they are also poor and picky."

Xu Siling was shocked and seemed very arrogant. Then he clapped his hands, turned around and left the palace.

It's extremely impolite not to say hello.

When the guards saw that Edward III did not react, they had no choice but to watch Xu Siling leave.

The noble minister approached Edward III and said, "This rude boar keeps bumping into you. You should kill him!"

"He's still useful, Ion."

Yaen was the man who wanted to shove his fist into Xu Siling's mouth in the first place, he laughed angrily.

"But I don't think he wants to cooperate with England."

"As the first knight of France, I am always a little arrogant."

"I know, damn arrogance."

"Ion, you and I both understand that Knight Raya was very angry after being provoked by us. But even if he was angry, he didn't say he would return to France immediately. This means that he is interested in our deal, but he can't accept it now."

"We do have to give him some time, but we are starting to run out of time."

Edward III raised his hand to interrupt: "I don't care. In my eyes, John is as stupid as his father. At least I didn't see him on the battlefield during the Battle of Crécy. He must have been trembling in a corner out of fear. He is just a talker."

"Of course, you are the supreme king."

"Knight Raya loves Blanche very much. Perhaps he can use the help of the queen to ease our relationship."

"Is Queen Isabella all right?"

Edward III was silent, then nodded: "Yes, I can run around and still have time to blame me for neglecting my princess."

"That's good."

"Yon, to be honest, it's great to have you. I hope you can always be by my side."

"As it should be."

Just as Edward III and Arne were communicating their feelings as king and subject, the palace guards roared.

"Knight! You shouldn't have come in here!"

Xu Siling pushed the guard's hand away and swaggered back to the palace, her brown eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at Yaun.

"No need to stop him."

Xu Siling came up to Yan with a fierce look on her face, with a sarcastic look on her face.

"I almost forgot, you said earlier that you were going to put your fist in my mouth."

Yarne took a step forward without fear: "That's what happened."

"May I have your name."

"Arne Strand, if Knight Raya is willing to add "Sir" after his name, I don't mind. I can bear it."

The two men's eyes met, and the situation was tense.

The atmosphere in the palace suddenly changed. Edward III raised his eyebrows while sitting on the throne, but showed no intention of stopping it.

To be honest, the English are very curious about what Xu Siling's abilities are as the first knight of France.

"Okay, Lord Strand. I'll go out and wait for you at the main entrance for three minutes." Xu Siling poked Yann's chest with her finger. "Just three minutes, no more. I'm looking forward to you shutting my mouth. If you don't come, I'll let the whole of London know that Lord Strand is a cowardly lapdog around Edward."

Yan was stunned and looked back at Edward III.

He didn't react for a moment and didn't understand whether Xu Siling was scolding him or praising him.

In the West, calling someone a dog is not a derogatory term.

In the Middle Ages, "dog" was a positive word, describing an animal that was loyal, brave, and knew how to defend the honor of its territory.

Unfortunately, Xu Siling didn't know, just like in Tamu Castle, he called Hamis an old dog.

Not only Yan didn't understand, but Enri didn't understand either.

Fortunately, not understanding does not prevent Xu Siling from looking so arrogant and asking for a beating.

Xu Siling snorted and laughed, then turned around and left the palace again.

Seeing this, Yan wanted to follow.

Edward III stopped him.

"Be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm not old, and I'm also curious about how strong he can be." Ion grinned, "What do you think? If I defeat him, will I become the strongest knight in England and France?"

Edward III couldn't help but smile gently and encouraged.

"It's a good idea. Go ahead and give it a try, but remember not to get into trouble. Knight Raya's strength is recognized by the whole of France. There must be a reason for that. At least it's not shameful for you to lose to him."

"I am afraid of losing you."

Edward III smiled and shook his head, then stood up and left with Yarne.

On the other side, Xu Siling went towards the open space at the main entrance.

The anxious and sweating etiquette officer followed beside him.

"Oh my God, sir! How come you're going back to the palace when I'm talking to you? You can't walk so fast in the palace! Did you remember what I told you before? Next time you meet the king, you must bow!"

Xu Siling smiled: "I didn't salute, I'm just sitting here for no reason."

"It's different. You don't want to be polite. I'm afraid my head will move."

"None of my business, Englishman, go and die. Remember to get my equipment ready."

"Hey, what are you standing here for? If you want to get your equipment, come with me."

"I asked you to get it!" Only then did Xu Siling understand a little bit.

In fact, the etiquette in England is not that good.

At least at this time, etiquette in England was not much better than that in France.

This etiquette officer was sent by Edward III to disgust and plot against him.

He insisted on learning etiquette so that he could greet the king.

What the purpose is is self-evident.

As long as he bowed to Edward III, the news of his paying homage to Edward III would spread throughout England and France immediately.

When the time comes, he will perform the royal ceremony to Edward III.

As for this royal ceremony, is it the King of England or the King of France? Isn't it Edward III who has the final say?
Asshole, you are really good at using public opinion.

While the etiquette officer was still trying to persuade them, Edward III arrived with nobles including Arne and guards.

He was so scared that he immediately hid aside and said nothing.

Ion stretched his muscles as he approached, borrowing two two-handed swords from the guards.

He casually threw the sword on the ground in front of Xu Siling.

He held the sword in both hands, like an eagle, holding it high and looking straight ahead.

It can be seen that he is also an expert in swordplay.

Unfortunately, Xu Siling was amused by this scene.

This posture is after wearing armor. Without armor, this posture is no different from being given for free.

This also made Xu Siling understand that Yan was an expert in swordsmanship, but his level was probably not as high as An Li's.

Xu Siling came to the two-handed sword and raised her foot skillfully.

The two-handed sword danced in the air, spinning in the air as if it had wings.

This little trick made Edward III look squinting and feel uneasy.

Why does this sword seem to fly after being kicked?
Xu Siling caught the two-handed sword easily and turned it naturally, looking cool and relaxed.

Then he held the two-handed sword seriously, pointing the tip of the sword at Ion.

Yaen also felt some pressure from Xu Siling's sword-taking method, but he was not afraid at all.

"Knight Raya, the sword has no eyes. If you get hurt, don't blame me."

"Don't worry, no one here will be hurt, including you."

Whenever Edward III felt uneasy, he would turn the ring on his finger.

Finally he sighed and shouted.

"Let's get started, and stop there."

The two men stood facing each other, each holding a sword, and their momentum was as strong as water and fire.

After a brief confrontation, Yan suddenly exerted force, swung out with both hands, and the sword tip quickly swept past Xu Siling's side.

Xu Siling moved his back foot and cut through the air.

Yaen was ready to turn his slash into a stab and move forward, but he didn't know if it was his illusion, the flash of the sword tip in Xu Siling's hand made him feel something was not good, and he actually wanted to dodge.

Ion quickly threw away the damn thought and stabbed forward with an angry roar.

Xu Siling picked up the two two-handed swords easily, and they collided, making a metallic collision sound.

The sword beams intersected.

Yaen kept getting closer, forcing Xu Siling to retreat.

But the more Xu Siling retreated, the colder Yann felt on his neck.

Xu Siling raised the corners of her mouth, and spoke slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I heard that you were Edward's right-hand man. If you die, he will be sad for a long time."

Ion stared, the weapon in his hand visibly froze.

Offense and defense are changeable!

Xu Siling took a subtle step forward, and his sword brushed past Yan's sword, producing iron flowers.

In an instant the tip of the sword was at Ion's throat.

"stop!"

Xu Siling's eyes were cold, and she stabbed in from the angle without hesitation, cutting most of the throat, and then slashed across with great force!

There was a scream of surprise, but the person who made the sound was not Ion, because he was too late.

Tragic blood gushed out from his neck, and then his head was cut off by Xu Siling and flew up.

In the air, the remaining consciousness allowed Ion to see Edward III with a shocked face. He wanted to speak, saying that it was the first time he flew so high, but he found that he could not say anything.

Finally, it went from high to low, and the head fell off, watching the body still standing and not reacting and not falling down.

Ion could not close his eyes.

The people around him widened their eyes in shock, and for a moment it seemed as if Xu Siling was the only one in the room.

His sword skills shocked everyone.

Although Yann is not a master of swordsmanship, he is also an expert. Even if he fights against a master of swordsmanship, he can fight back and forth at the beginning and will not be defeated immediately.

At least you won't die from one move from your opponent.

But Xu Siling was too fast. In the blink of an eye, Xu Siling cut off Yan's head!
If it was just killing, it wouldn't be so surprising.

But everyone present knew how difficult it was to cut off a vigilant enemy's head with one blow during a sword fight.

This is not a competition, this is a crushing, this is tyranny!
Yan's body could no longer hold up and fell to the ground. The blood spurting from his neck splashed all over Xu Siling.

He didn't care and looked up at Edward III's face, which was full of pain and anger but was suppressing his anger.

The guards around him drew their weapons to protect Edward III, pointing their swords at Xu Siling, fearing that he would suddenly attack.

"What a pity, my cousin. I remember you said, what is this person called? Um. Strand? It doesn't matter. Anyway, you said he is your left-hand man. I can only say that you have a bad eye. With this skill, can he be your left-hand man or right-hand man?"

Edward III turned his ring and pursed his lips to keep his defense intact.

"I said no one would get hurt here, but I didn't say no one would die here."

Xu Siling smiled, stuck the sword into the ground, looked at the clothes on her body, and couldn't help feeling apologetic.

"Oh no, I'm covered in blood. It's definitely not a good idea to meet my cousin like this. I guess I need to take another shower."

Xu Siling walked towards the etiquette officer as if no one was around.

In the eyes of the etiquette officer, Xu Siling, who was covered in blood, was no different from a devil. He was terrified and trembling.

"Go get me some water to take a bath."

The etiquette officer looked at Edward III blankly. Seeing that he did not respond, the etiquette officer had to stand up tremblingly, responded softly, and went to make preparations.

"Remember to bring my equipment!"

"Yes, sir."

"Go quickly." Xu Siling kicked the etiquette officer's butt. "Damn you British guy, you're so slow."

Just as Xu Siling was about to leave, he remembered something and turned to look at Edward III.

With a look of sincere apology, he said embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, cousin, I really didn't scold you."

"You are French."

Edward III was defeated. (End of this chapter)