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"You are Bartz of Derekwood, son of Brant, high-ranking paladin?" Williams, pretending to be Gryffindor, held his sword and asked with a stubborn and angry expression. Cynthia Rantherwell as Mary.

"I recognized your family crest. You are the murderer Williams. Despicable criminal, you'd better put down your sword." Bartz was wearing chain mail and riding a horse with awe-inspiring justice.

"It was a duel! It wasn't murder! Those witches confused me and his witnesses!"

"Put down the sword immediately, you'd better go back to stand trial obediently!"

"I've had enough!" Williams angrily took off his gloves and threw them on the ground in front of Batsma, "I'd rather die by the sword today than suffer that kind of insult!"

"No! Brother, don't do that," said Mary, catching his arm. "Perhaps we can explain to the judge..."

"Mary, do you want me to stand trial?" Williams broke away from Helen's arm and turned to Butz, "It was a fair duel, I have never violated the code of chivalry, and I will say the same before God .Now, accept my challenge!"

Butz looked at the two people in front of him and felt a little hesitant. They were both high-ranking paladins, and he knew Williams somewhat.It's really not his style to do things like premeditated murder.Maybe……·

A pawn with a longsword behind him picked up the glove.

"Sir George's valet of St. Martin accepts your challenge," said the infantry, who wore only mail, and took off his helmet. "To be fair," he said.Several knights burst into laughter, and one of the knights with a unicorn engraved on his full body armor pointed at the pawn with the tip of his sword, and said contemptuously, "Compare your sword skills with my servant, this is already I've lifted you up."

Butz motioned the footman to bring up two swords, and said, "Show me your honor, and if you can beat him, I will persuade the archbishop to reconsider your case."

Simon poured tea for Slytherin, and after putting down the teapot, he asked, "Sir, will Mr. Gryffindor stay overnight?"

"He'll be staying overnight for a while now." Slytherin picked up his teacup and continued, "What do you need to explain?"

"Your Excellency," said Simon, "then why do you need an extra bed?"

"What?" Slytherin raised an eyebrow.

"Whether you want to accept him or reject him, it's better to make it clear. If you do this, he won't leave." Simon replied sternly.

Slytherin drank his tea slowly, pondered for a long time, said, "I'll go see what's going on," and walked towards the balcony.

"Yes, sir."Simon threw a hooded cloak over him, tidied it up and cast a Muggle Ignore Charm.At this time, the door was knocked, and Simon opened the door, leading Lancerwell and two modified people, one "Williams" and one "Mary", waiting in the room.

The two each took a sword, and the knight urged the horses to spread out to form a circular field.Muggles in the tavern and nearby streets gathered around the outside, making a lot of noise.

Gryffindor and the valet brandished their weapons, watching each other slowly walk out of a semicircle, their riding boots creaked on the sand, and their sharp swords made a slight crackling sound when they swung their swords.He looked up and saw Slytherin wearing a black cloak standing in the corner of the balcony on the second floor of the tavern, a few strands of long silver hair protruding from the hood, shining in the sun.He realized that Slytherin had cast the Muggle Ignore Charm on himself.The moment their eyes met, there was something in Slytherin's eyes that made him feel ominously sad.

Gryffindor looked away, bowed slightly, and turned his wrists to adjust to the weight of the sword in his hand. The opponent was wearing at least chain mail, and his boots didn't even have spurs.It was a good sword, though, and he glanced at the sharp blade, perfect for a duel.He secretly added two armors to protect himself, and he stopped.The two rushed towards each other ferociously as if they had made an appointment, and the swords that slashed downwards and blocked upwards collided with each other and sparked a series of sparks.The male servant's attempt to strike preemptively failed, but was knocked back half a step by the force of Gryffindor's block.

Unwillingly, he swung his sword again and slashed at Gryffindor's left shoulder. Gryffindor quickly dodged to the right, reached out and grabbed his right arm and moved forward, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall forward. Stepped around behind him, slammed his left shoulder hard on the back, then jumped up and bent his right leg, letting his knee land on his back as he fell, Gryffindor's sword scraping His riding boot pierced the servant's heart from the back of his neck.

There was an uneasy silence.

"I think there was a misunderstanding in that case," Butz said. "The Archbishop will reconsider your case and come back with me. I will try to convince him to speak with you alone."

"I want to settle my sister, I can't rest assured that she is alone"

"Yes, there are guest rooms in this tavern, let your sister stay here."

"it is good."

Cynthia followed Gryffindor into the door, and was surprised to see that there was already a "Williams" and a "Mary" waiting in the room, and Jude Rutherwell, the owner of Lancerwell, was sitting at the table.Seeing the Duke enter the door, the three stood up and saluted. "Williams" and "Mary" hurried away.Slytherin sat Gryffindor down in front of the fireplace and handed him a mug of hot tea.

"I think it's time for you to go home, Cynthia, you should have the key to go home with you." Patriarch Lancerwell said coldly.

Cynthia found that Slytherin didn't show any intention of staying, so she stepped back half a step, curtseyed, closed the door and left.

"I don't know whether to reward you or punish you. It is worth rewarding to find two people to play Williams and Mary in time. However, Lorenzo arrived at the Leaky Cauldron with a dozen paladins unscathed, which means , he passed at least six observation posts and is still safe and sound. You have perfectly remedied the problems you caused yourself, Jude, what do you have to say?"

"My lord, something went wrong with the plan."

"What's the problem?" Slytherin sat down in the armchair, relaxed his back, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"I just think that your lord needs these credits..." Patriarch Lancerwell said in a calm tone.

"I do, that's funny," Slytherin cut in slowly, "What makes you think so?"

"I think……"

"Jude," Slytherin picked up his glass leisurely, "Don't make excuses for your mistakes, that's a more stupid act than making mistakes."

"My lord, I just..."

"I will not be overjoyed because I am good at fighting. What I need is a reliable person."

"Yes, my lord."

"This incident also reminded me that some rules must be revised. In the past, we were too rigid in the formalities, forgetting that the actual situation is ever-changing. It is unwise and unreasonable to separate the work of vigilance and observation on the border. The vigilance you are responsible for There is a lot of overlapping work with Malfoy's observation, resulting in a lot of waste." Slytherin stopped, took a sip of wine, and looked at Lantherwell, who was listening attentively. "In practice, it is difficult to divide your Responsibilities, for example, today, I can call Malfoy. During the war, we need to save as much as possible, so I am thinking, maybe we can combine these two jobs, inject new blood, and improve efficiency."

"Of course, my lord, it's just that the current situation is chaotic, and if reforms are carried out, there may be unintended consequences. This may not be the right time. And, of course, if you are willing to give me some time, there may be easier ways to implement solve these problems."

"The situation is chaotic, and we need reform. This is the timing given by God. As for the method, this is the method I choose."

"My lord, there are still many practical problems, which may not be easy to solve."

"Then I need someone who is trustworthy, able to deal with the situation flexibly, and," he spread an inexplicable smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued, "someone who is familiar with and reliable." The head of the family wandered slowly, and continued, "He will be responsible for the transfer of this part of the personnel, so as to avoid unnecessary gang strife. Maybe I can let him be responsible for the collection and transmission of information throughout England in the future." He lazily put down Wine glass, "You know, I can only let the people I trust the most to do these things, but unfortunately," he said with a drawn out tone, "His little pale gold head doesn't seem to be smart enough. I always think that promoting capable people It is more beneficial than seniority ranking, and it will be more effective for the current situation."

"Yes, my lord, that is indeed the case." Patriarch Lancerwell was rather overjoyed, "Pale Gold" did not think of anyone other than Malfoy.It would be nice if Lancerwell could squeeze Malfoy out, as the Duke had suggested.

"I'm glad you think so. But as you said, this matter is very complicated and not easy to handle. I'd better find some assistants for you, some good young people, so that they can also help you a lot in the future .”

"Of course Lancerwell obeyed your orders. The situation is tense now, and excellent people should be sent to places where they are needed more." Patriarch Lancerwell looked at the Duke carefully, trying to see his expression on his face. idea.He hoped the matter would stay on Lancerwell's plate.

"Indeed. But, Patriarch Lancerwell, do you really need help?"

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. If necessary, I will ask my lord."

"If you ask so, then, there is one last thing." The Duke stood up, seemingly hesitantly took a few steps towards the fireplace, "I have a very good personal relationship with Story, whether in public or private, There seems to be no reason for me to do so."

"Lancewell will always be loyal to you."

"If there is no real evidence..." The Duke looked back at him with a look of expectation in his eyes.

"Lantherwell would go through fire and water for you."

The Duke sat down again, "I won't reward you now, because that would be too arrogant, but I promise you, everything that Malfoy has now, you will have. Now, you can step back."

Rantherwell stood up solemnly, bowed and was about to step back, when he saw the Duke raise his left hand slightly.

He looked up at the Duke in disbelief, and found a hint of admiration and encouragement in his eyes.He held up the hand with the Slytherin crest ring flattered, and tremblingly touched the duke's crest ring with his lips.

"I thought you were going to refuse," came the Duke's voice calmly nearer. "In that case," his tone tinged with sarcasm, "I would be inexplicably surprised and deeply insulted. Goodbye, Rantherwell gentlemen."