After a long time, everyone found something was wrong, and Wen Lin's skillful attitude seemed to be teasing her pet.

Eggers' eyes were red and he was panting. His anger was completely picked out, but he had nothing to do with Wen Lin.

After another round of crazy attacks, Wen Lin still didn't touch the corner of Wen Lin's clothes.

Wen Lin's style of play this time was very shameless and elusive. While restraining Eggers, she left a few wounds on his body from time to time.

The wounds accumulated, and Eggers became a bloody man.

Guessing that Eggers's mentality was almost stimulated, Wen Lin suddenly approached, and the thin blade drew a circle around his neck, and then quickly retreated.

There was a chill on his neck, Eggston shuddered, stabilized his body, and reached out to caress his neck.

A long wound, but only cut through the outer skin, it will not be fatal.

During the whole process, the smile on Wen Lin's face did not change, she was very calm.

"Lord Eggers, you lost,"

It was so calm that it seemed that the end of the duel had already been met.

People in the audience:  …

After inserting the sword heavily into the ground, Eggers smiled solemnly, like a hungry wolf, showing his white fangs, as if he would rush up to tear Wen Lin's throat at any time.

Anger and unwillingness rolled in Eggers' chest, erupted, and finally calmed down before losing his restraint.

He showed an extremely ugly smile at Wen Lin and turned to leave.

Patting the ashes on her sleeves, Wen Lin walked slowly towards an open iron gate.

She was not worried at all that Eggers would go back on it. A lunatic who was obsessed with fighting like him was often much more pure-hearted than the sleek and sophisticated nobles in the capital.

But Wen Lin didn't expect that the boat maker would get it so easily, like a gift to the door.

Thinking again that there is still a month to slowly wear away the spirit of Eggers, the smile on Wen Lin's face couldn't be stopped at all.

Field Byrne was just behind the gate, and he watched the entire duel between Wen Lin and Eggers.

Looking at Wen Lin who kept approaching, Field's heart began to jump again and again.

She has a graceful figure and awe-inspiring temperament. Under the scorching sun, her beautiful face is exceptionally clear, and the light of her smile at the end of her eyes reminds Field of the flowers blooming on the battlefield.

Beautiful, bloody, and coexisting with death.

Wen Lin stopped outside the gate. She looked at the people inside, smiled, and said solemnly, "Follow me and you can live,"

The saber in her hand has fully indicated Wen Lin's identity. Under Brown's arrangement, Field and his subordinates were gathered in this stone room.

After hearing the words, the others looked at Field and remained silent.

Wen Lin smiled nonchalantly and looked at Field following their gaze, "Or you can choose to have a test with me. If I win, you can follow me."

"I can't beat you," Field replied succinctly.

Wen Lin looked at him with a light smile and said nothing.

Field's exposed limbs are smooth muscle lines, and the terrifying explosive force under his muscles can be faintly glimpsed. Even if there are ugly scars everywhere, it's hard to hide his innate composure.

At this time, Brown led a team of royal knights towards Wen Lin, leaned over and whispered something in Wen Lin's ear, and left quickly.

Field's eyes were fixed on Brown, and he suddenly asked, "My subordinate, can I follow you too?"

Wen Lin nodded as a matter of course, "Of course you can,"

Looking around at the people in the stone room, under Wen Lin's lightly smiling eyes, Field knelt down on one leg toward her, "We'll go with you on the condition that after five years, we will restore our status as freemen."

As long as they are sent to the arena, regardless of their previous status, they will be demoted to slaves.

In addition to his subordinates, the pride of being a soldier is also supporting Field, and he is not willing to die as a slave.

No matter what Wen Lin's purpose is, as long as she can do it, he is willing to work for her loyally.

For them, who were charged with treason, this was not an easy request.

After Wen Lin's long silence, the light in Field's eyes went out little by little, he laughed at himself, and he really shouldn't have any extravagant hopes.

Looking over their faces, Wen Lin walked slowly to Field, stretched out her hand, and put her palm on the top of his head, "I promise you, in exchange, you need to give me everything you have in these five years. , including life,"

Suddenly stunned, Field looked up at Wen Lin, trying to see something in her eyes.

Unfortunately, it was so dark that nothing could be seen.

After Wen Lin finished speaking, she walked out and signaled that they could leave here too.

Until many years later, Field still remembers this figure walking away slowly in the sun. He often thinks that maybe at this moment, this figure has deeply rooted in his heart.

He could never have imagined that in the following decades, because of this person, he would join the battlefield again, looking up at her wearing the supreme crown in the blood and fighting.

He knew that it was not love, but it was better than love.

Finally, all the slaves gathered in the open space outside the arena, and Brown handed her the parchment of the count.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, there are 482 people in total,"

Wen Lin opened the book and saw that there were forty-nine names under Field's name, all of which were circled by Brown alone.

These people should be Field's subordinates, Wen Lin smiled and thanked Brown, "Mr. Brown, thank you for your kindness,"

Brown bowed slightly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, this is my duty,"

The five hundred armed elite royal knights, with the assistance of Field and the others, were not afraid of any trouble in the middle.

Wen Lin turned the horse's head and led everyone to Yinhe Village.