I have a role in the heavens

"You can use these two words to praise your girlfriend Sylvia, I believe she will like it!"

Ivan Vincent held a knight's sword in his hand. He kept opening and closing his mouth, complaining about Natasha, but he was very focused. His deep blue eyes stared at Natasha opposite him. Tasha, don't dare to be careless in the slightest.

Natasha is the most famous genius knight in the Principality of Violet. However, she has just reached the level of fifth-level knight. She is only one step away from becoming a high-level heavenly knight. Her reputation is far-reaching, even for Cardinal Sard. The bishops all believed that Natasha was extremely talented and would definitely be able to enter the legendary realm and become an epic knight.

Natasha's purple eyes also widened, not daring to be careless at all. She looked at Ivan Vincent, looking for flaws in each other. They often competed and challenged each other, with equal success and failure.

"I will tell Sylvia of course. You don't need to remind me, but I can warn you that you are not allowed to get close to Sylvia. You should understand how popular you are in the aristocratic circle with those aristocratic ladies!"

Natasha looked a little nervous. She was pursuing Sylvia now, but she didn't want to have another strong competitor.

Sylvia was Aalto's most accomplished musician on the harpsichord. Because the harpsichord is suitable for indoor playing in piano rooms, living rooms, bedrooms, etc., and its timbre and suitable tunes are deeply loved by noble ladies and girls, Sylvia often becomes a guest of noble families and is invited to participate in performances by earls and viscounts. During the banquet, it was even rumored that she and Princess Natasha were close friends. With such a background, Sylvia was also a musician with the most transcendent status in the Musicians Association.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in Sylvia!"

Ivan Vincent rolled his eyes and was very speechless. Natasha was actually worried that he would steal his girlfriend from her, which gave him the illusion that Natasha was his bad friend when he was in school. Let’s pick up girls together, buddies. Drink and play games. Of course there are no computers in this world, but we can practice together and learn from each other.

Natasha breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. Seeing Ivan Vincent roll his eyes, she immediately seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and stabbed Ivan Vincent mercilessly with the sharp sword in her hand. Go, the movement is extremely clean and neat, fast and accurate, piercing Ivan Vincent's chest and heart without any mercy, the sword wind is sharp, cutting through the air, silently, like a poisonous snake, vicious and tricky .

When Ivan Vincent saw this, he was not surprised. He stepped forward diagonally to the left. He was as agile as the breeze and avoided Natasha's attack. The long sword in his hand slashed at Natasha without hesitation. Sha's slender neck, cold light pierced the void, and her killing move was even more ruthless than Natasha's.

Natasha didn't seem surprised by this. She twisted her waist, retracted the long sword in her hand, and struck at Ivan Vincent's long sword. Sparks flew everywhere, the sword body trembled continuously, and a powerful force came from behind the sword body. The news was uploaded, and Natasha's arms felt numb due to the shock.

"when!"

The two passed by each other, rushed out four or five meters, and faced each other again with a distance between each other. Their eyes were sharp, like eagles, and their sharp edges were revealed. There was a solemn atmosphere in the air, their eyes were piercing, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit. They compete with each other and refuse to give in to each other.

"Ivan, do you not like women and like me, you only like women of the same sex?"

Natasha was a little confused. Ivan Vincent was famous for his handsomeness in Altona. Countless beautiful and young aristocratic ladies favored him. Even some single aristocratic ladies often expressed their love to him. But from then on, I have never heard that Ivan Vincent has accepted the affection of a woman and has always been single.

"Ivan, you are simply wasting resources. If there are so many beautiful, mature, lovely and pure aristocratic ladies who like me, I will be crazy happy!"

Natasha's beautiful face showed a look of envy, and her purple eyes shone with longing, much like a wretched middle-aged man, imagining a scene of hugging each other and lingering among flowers, which made people feel very contrary. and.

"Natasha, don't show such a vulgar expression, it will give me the illusion that you are a man!"

Ivan Vincent couldn't stand Natasha's look, his face was full of disgust, he complained mercilessly, his body flashed, and he rushed towards Natasha again, the knight sword in his hand made a graceful line The arc hit Natasha's arm joint.

"Besides, I am a normal man, definitely not someone like you. I understand very well that what I like is women!"

"As for why I didn't accept the wishes of those noble ladies, it's because they and I have no common language. It's really boring to spend all day longing for the perfect love in the mouth of the bard. I might as well learn swordsmanship with you!"

Natasha waved her sword to block it, and slashed straight towards Ivan Vincent's abdomen. Ivan Vincent bent his knees, put strength on his feet, jumped over, and dodged the sword. The sharp sword in his hand slashed at Na again. Tasha's back was sharp with her swordsmanship and her sword moves were fierce. It didn't look like a sparring match between friends, but rather like a real life-and-death battle.

Natasha keenly sensed the sharp edge coming from behind. She turned her arm back and the sword appeared behind her just in time to block Ivan Vincent's attack. The two distanced themselves again, Natasha's face was filled with tears. With a bit of high-spirited fighting spirit, he stepped hard and the lawn suddenly shook, like a sharp arrow, shooting towards Ivan Vincent.

"Then what kind of woman do you like? I know a lot of outstanding ladies. They are all beautiful and talented. They can help you connect. Good friends need to share resources!"

Natasha kept talking, but she kept waving the long sword in her hand. The sound of metal clashing came, and sparks flew, like gorgeous fireworks, bright and magnificent. The long sword in Natasha's hand was wrapped in The purple light was swung out fiercely, and the sword light seemed to merge into the gap in the void. This was the power of her bloodline, the Sword of Truth, the top bloodline of the knight. It could cut through the void and cut off magic. It was a kind of magic that could cut space. the power of.

Ivan Vincent was extremely calm. He had fought with Natasha many times, so he was naturally very familiar with the power of her bloodline and had his own way of dealing with it. The long sword in his hand kept swinging out, and bright sword lights appeared one after another. A yellow light flashed in front of him, blocking him with a protective shield. This was the defensive swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation by the Vincent family.

"Bo!"

A slight sound echoed in the ears of the two of them. The sword light and the protective shield head that merged into the gap in the void disappeared at the same time. Their bodies exchanged and they faced off again.

"I don't believe you would be so kind. Tell me, what else do you want to ask of me this time?"

Ivan Vincent knew Natasha's character very well. She was always attentive to others and committed adultery or theft. He didn't believe that Natasha would be so kind.

Natasha smiled when she heard this, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face. She raised her knight's sword flat again, stepped back with her left foot, put her legs into a lunge, and said with a smile.

"Ivan Vincent, you still know me. Don't you read a lot? Can you help me write a love poem for Sylvia?"

When Ivan Vincent heard this, he immediately put down the long sword in his hand. He no longer had the will to fight and complained speechlessly.

"No more fighting, it's boring!"

"Natasha, are you pursuing Sylvia, or am I pursuing Sylvia? I wrote a love poem for you and you gave it to Sylvia. Wouldn't it be deceiving the other person's feelings!"

"Natasha, you are the princess of the Principality of Violet. You are a fifth-level knight. You should believe in following the spirit of chivalry, integrity, honesty, and morality!"

Seeing that Ivan Vincent had lost his will to fight, Natasha also put down the sword in her hand, laughed twice, concealed her mood and embarrassment, and continued.

"Of course I will follow the spirit of chivalry. I am upright, brave and moral."

"You write a love poem for me, and I won't say it's my own original work, so I won't be deceiving Sylvia's feelings!"

Natasha was very smart, twitching her beautiful eyebrows, and her eyes were full of pride. She had already thought about this. It did not violate the spirit of chivalry, and she could also please beauties. She killed two birds with one stone, so why not do it.

Ivan Vincent blinked and looked at Natasha with some surprise. She actually learned to use her brain, which was really rare.

This princess is taller than a man, has rough nerves, and will act recklessly when things happen. She firmly believes that the long sword in her hand can defeat all enemies in the way.

"I didn't expect you to have thought about all this. It's really rare!"

Natasha seemed to be very happy when she heard Ivan Vincent's praise. She put away the long sword in her hand, strode forward with her slender legs, and walked to Ivan Vincent. With her right hand on Ivan Vincent He patted twice heavily on the shoulder and smiled extremely brightly.

"I, Natasha, am the future Grand Duke Violet. My mind is full of wisdom. I just don't want to use it!"

Natasha pointed her finger at her head and raised her head high. Ivan Vincent just complimented her casually, and Natasha raised her tail. She had no self-awareness at all, and she didn't know how to be humble at all.

Ivan Vincent glanced at Ivan Vincent with disgust, his eyes full of contempt, and sat down on the lawn. He had no aristocratic demeanor, casual and lazy, and did not look like a believer at all. A chivalrous gentleman is more like a commoner who doesn't understand etiquette.

Natasha has long been accustomed to Ivan Vincent's casualness. In this regard, the two are somewhat similar. Otherwise, Natasha, who hates men very much, would not have become good brothers with Ivan Vincent. Well, Brother, he also followed Ivan Vincent and sat down next to Ivan Vincent. His big eyes were full of expectation and he said pitifully.

"Ivan, are you willing to do me this favor? Let's just say something!"

Ivan Vincent put his hands behind his head and lay directly on the lawn, looking up at the blue sky leisurely and contentedly. A few white clouds were rippling slightly with the breeze, changing their shapes. Everything was so beautiful and peaceful. It would be better if there was no noisy Natasha beside her, she refused without hesitation.

"I'm not interested. I won't waste that time writing those boring love poems. You can ask a bard or scholar to write one for you!"

Natasha's pretty face drooped, listlessly, and she leaned back. She didn't care at all that she was wearing a white knight uniform and couldn't bear to get dirty. She just lay down on the lawn, next to Ivan Wen. Sen's side, not caring about the difference between men and women at all, put his slender and straight legs on Ivan Vincent's legs, found a comfortable position, and sighed.

"Ivan, you are my good friend. I know your talent best. Those bards and scholars are not as good as your literary talent!"

Natasha once saw Ivan Vincent's casual prose, with gorgeous diction, high literary talent, and beautiful writing style. After reading it, people feel refreshed and intoxicated. Although Natasha complained at the time that Ivan Vincent did not look like a brave knight at all and was too young.

"A knight shouldn't be so literate and write some words that hurt Qiu Beifeng. This is what you told me back then!"

Ivan Vincent turned his head and glanced at the pretty face close at hand, and said with a half-smile.

Natasha was so happy when she complained, but now she is slapped in the face. Now that she is begging in front of Ivan Vincent, she feels extremely regretful that she was too arrogant at that time.

"Ivan, I know I was wrong. It was my fault at the time and I shouldn't have ridiculed you!"

Natasha was a person who knew the current affairs. She had to bow her head when she was under the eaves. Although she was unwilling to do so, she still had the courage to apologize for the sake of her beauty Sylvia. Although her attitude was not sincere, it was At least it looks like it's done.

"Since you apologized, I will forgive you!"

Ivan Vincent straightened his head again, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and said casually.

Seeing that she had been forgiven, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Ivan Vincent's next words. Who knew that Ivan Vincent had no other expressions.

Natasha couldn't help but remind her aloud, her big eyes blinking, a little cute and silly.

"What's behind, Ivan, is there anything else you haven't said?"

Ivan Vincent glanced at Natasha, who was full of expectations, and replied unreasonably.

"No more. I said I forgive you. Even if your complaining about me is over, what else will happen?"

Ivan Vincent pretended to be confused and didn't even talk about it. He never mentioned writing love poems, as if Natasha's apology was a matter of course.

"no!"

"Ivan, I asked you to write a love letter for me, so I asked you to apologize. Now that I have apologized, don't you show any expression at all?"

Natasha was not willing to suffer such a loss. She immediately became unhappy and stretched out her hand to pull off Ivan Vincent's head. The two faced each other and were very close. Ivan Vincent could even smell Natasha's breath. The fragrance of orchid.

Ivan Vincent directly pushed Natasha's hand away and said without caring at all.

"You're apologizing because you did something wrong. It's what you should have done. I forgive you generously, so what else can I say!"

Natasha was made dizzy by Ivan's sophistry, knowing that she could not argue with Ivan Vincent verbally, so she grabbed her hair with both hands in anger, venting her frustration.

Natasha is a persistent person. She must do what she wants to do. This is also the spirit of chivalry. She will never give up until she achieves her goal. Her eyes keep turning, and she uses her little head to think about what Ivan should do. Vincent's method of surrender suddenly flashed through her mind. She had an idea. She coughed a few times and attracted Ivan Vincent's attention, and then she spoke.

"Ivan, don't you like the contract sword that my father collected?"

"If you are willing to write a love poem for Sylvia, I will give you the extraordinary long sword of the seventh level of perfection. How about it?"

The Sword of Contract is the collection of Grand Duke Violet. It is priceless and has powerful extraordinary properties. You can sign a contract with the sword owner. Holding this sword, you will not be affected by negative states such as fear, charm, rage, helplessness, etc., facing When dealing with evil creatures (undead, devils, devils, etc.), there will be an additional damage bonus. Every time a sword is swung, it will be pulled by the contract, and it will hit every target.

This long sword is a sword that Ivan Vincent loves very much, but it is a pity that it was hidden by Grand Duke Violet in his treasure house and could not be given to Ivan Vincent.

When Ivan Vincent heard this, he immediately turned over and got up. He was afraid that Natasha would return, so he quickly spoke.

"It's a promise, isn't it just a love poem? Just kidding, if it's not enough, I'll write a few more!"

"Natasha, let me tell you, girls all like love poems. Don't worry, as long as you take the love poems I wrote for you, you can definitely hug a beautiful woman!"

Ivan Vincent's attitude changed 180 degrees, which made Natasha stunned and said in confusion.

"Ivan, didn't you say that we must abide by the spirit of chivalry and not deceive girls' feelings?"

"Emotional matters are about your own will. How can you call it a lie?"

"And don't women just like their lovers to lie to her? This means that their lovers care about her very much!"

"If a person is not even willing to lie to you, then it means that this person must not love you!"

Ivan Vincent was eloquent and talked endlessly, telling lies, which poisoned Natasha's simple view of love.

"Is that so?"

Natasha was dubious, a little suspicious of Ivan Vincent's lies, but seemed to believe it a little.

"Believe me, Natasha, you also know how popular I am with girls. You are absolutely right to listen to me!"

In order to obtain the Sword of Contract, Ivan Vincent really lost all his integrity and no bottom line at all.

Natasha seemed to be convinced by Ivan Vincent's words, but there was still a last trace of doubt in her heart, which disappeared in a flash.

"Why do I feel that Ivan just wants to get the Contract Sword when he says this?"

Ivan Vincent did not give Natasha a chance to regret, and directly stretched out his hand to drag Natasha up from the lawn and walked towards the palace, urging Natasha to walk faster from time to time.

In Natasha's study, Ivan Vincent picked up the pen and wrote a beautiful love poem in one swipe. Without any extra words, he finished writing a beautiful love poem in an instant. He handed it to Natasha who had not yet reacted and asked.

"When can you give me the contracted sword?"

Natasha was a little stunned, looking at Ivan Vincent in disbelief, and asked blankly.

"You've just finished writing it. Isn't it too short?"

Natasha looked down at the paper in her hand. The handwriting was beautiful and flying. Her eyes wandered on the paper and she began to chant in a low voice.

"There are thousands of things in this world, but there are three that I love. The sun, the moon, and the queen. The sun is the morning, the moon is the dusk, and the queen is the morning and dusk!"

After Natasha read this love poem, she froze in place. A special feeling arose in her heart, and her heart trembled. This was the most beautiful love poem she had ever read.