Chapter 5 chapter Five

Jura didn't get much sleep that night, and Geralt knocked on the door just before dawn.Immediately she put on her tight top and trousers and buckled her belt hard.Geralt burst into the room angrily. "Have you ever seen him?" Gerald asked Jura. "He has charmed my father. Just because he opened a rusty door, my father believes that he can do everything. Actually, I You can push that door open, too." Jura was still drowsy as if drunk, watching her brother's eyes opening and closing, hazy.Geralt's skin was dark, and his hair was also black, falling to his shoulders; when he was angry, his thick black brows were drawn tightly, and his black lips were badly twisted.

Gerald will slap himself hard. "He's always talking about road building, about trade..." He broke off suddenly, as if the words had choked him out, "Has he ever thought that we Lanconians can live?" Come down, because we have stopped the enemy from invading. I will not allow even one invader from the Waykins and Hens to come in. Most of them are scheming businessmen, who knows if their wagons are stolen Troops and arms? But this usurping Englishman wants to open our borders to them. If he gets his way, we'll be wiped out in less than ten years." Geralt stopped talking and took a breath, but he didn't allow Jura to interject. "He brought Brockane's son, and guarded the pup as if he were his own. I think we'll hang the puppy. Brockane attacks us all the time, Zenas is our enemy, and we You must protect yourself."

"Open our borders?" Jura whispered. "I have not heard these words. If he does this, we will not survive, we will be swallowed up by invaders. No need to give any more reasons, this An Englishman cannot be our king. Sol's heart is as disturbing as his body, can't he see clearly?" "Yes, Sol didn't see it, and I was going to tell him this morning, but he told me to leave the room." Geralt looked up his head. "Did you hear that there was going to be a contest? Did you understand that we were going to have a foreign queen? I heard Brocaine had many daughters, and what would happen if one of them won!"

Jura stared at her brother in horror. She really didn't think so far, so seriously. Geralt sat beside Zhu Wei, put his hand on her shoulder, and said softly, "It doesn't matter, victory is in your hands." "Me?" she asked, flustered. "You have to realize that Cillian wants to win this man. So you have to fight, fight, fight like you used to. You have to beat all the women who come to fight, until finally you and Cilien fight. " "Yes," Jura agreed with him, nodding, "Cierian fought for him." Geralt made a disgusted expression. "Cirian looked at the Englishman with dim eyes, and he could not see his true face, nor believe what he said."

Jura immediately protects her friend. "Cirian is a wise guard. She must see that he is a fool." "Cirian was a woman too, and she looked at him like a young girl." He raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen him?" "No. Would it change my opinion of him if I met him?" "He is fair-skinned and white-haired. Some women seem to like him and want to marry him. They think about his body, not his mind." He said, observing Jura's reaction. She stared at him. "So, do you think I'm one of these women?" she said contemptuously. "I swear, even if he is very handsome, like the god Naos, he can't change my belief. He has no right to be king of Lanconia."

"Good!" said Geralt, slapping her on the back, causing her to lean forward a little. "My father told me that you came to the castle, but he was very troubled that you didn't show up for the banquet last night." "Did Saul mention me?" she was surprised. "He can't stand you avoiding his English son." Geralt turned away for a moment, and Jura knew he was trying to hide his pain.Saul left him when Ron was a child and never saw each other, but Saul trusted Ron. Geralt always worshiped his father, but Saul did not make Gerald the crown prince. is painful.

Geralt turned, his back to his sister, and said more calmly: "We must protect Lanconia. In any case, the Englishman will not object to our protection of this country. The best way at present is that we surround the He works to prevent a woman from another tribe from becoming queen and infiltrating Escalan. If that is the case, she will bring her followers and maybe open the city gate at night to let her tribe's troops break in. So it is absolutely No, we must stop it. How about we make Célianne Queen? Do you believe that you can win this contest?" "Of course, I can," she said, thinking at the moment that she could win.

"Okay," he said, "come with me and meet my half-brother." Jura made a face. "Now? Before breakfast?" "Now, my father wants you to go now." She felt as if she had been ordered to go on a mission, and dressed hastily.She hadn't intended to wear the garb of a guard, but thought, intentionally, of a guard's tunic and blue woolen cloak.But she glanced hesitantly at her empty scabbard, and then she decided to put it on, hiding it behind her with a cloak. Geralt complains that she takes too long to get dressed.She followed him without saying anything.Her brother didn't notice the way she walked, he just strode forward, and Jura was chasing after him, as if she were a troublesome little sister...

He led her to the men's training ground.In the shade of the trees on the left side of the field, old Sol was lying on a pull-out bed, covered with a blanket.Due to long-term illness, the old man looked haggard, thin, and his hair became whiter.She had never seen the strong old man enjoying life so much.A beautiful young woman sat in the chair beside the old man, her hair was golden yellow, and her silk dress was bright in the sun.Beside her chair stood a little boy who looked like his mother and had blond hair.There are many people around to watch Sol. Jura recognized the captive Zenas from the crowd because he wore a fuchsia striped tunic with the Horde's emblem.Suddenly, she saw another figure, which attracted her special attention. Although he was standing with his back to Jura, she still recognized him!

He was almost as tall as a Lankonian, Jura thought enviously, how massive he was, and his hair was neatly trimmed to match his collar.When he turned around, she found that his complexion was not as pale as people told her, but gentle and rosy like a girl.His handsomeness and dash even surprised her! Jura knew him from the embroidered blouse her mother had sewed for Sol many years ago, and it was a bit baggy and baggy for Sol, but it fit him nicely, catching his full shoulders tightly. And broad chest, muscular thighs peeking out from under the top. Jura took a deep breath.Maybe he fools other women, but he doesn't fool her.She likes to look at beautiful men, isn't Dale also so beautiful that the moon is jealous?

She stepped forward to greet the king with her chest out and her belly in, while Gerald stepped into the crowd at the training ground. She was very sorry to see Thor, weak and waiting for death, but she would not tell him the truth.Saul's life was difficult, people both resented him and respected him.Jura had always believed that the death of her parents was his fault, and that she had been orphaned at the age of five.But Sol brings her into the palace, raises her, educates her, comforts and comforts her, tells her not to snot and cry, gives her a sword to play with, and asks Dale to teach her to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.So she couldn't help but be grateful to him. "Are you looking for me?" Jura asked Saul, looking down, without looking at the English woman next to him. "Ah, Jura!" Thor laughed.He had fought off thousands of invaders, but now he looked more like a frail old man than a great Lanconian warrior. "What a beautiful day. Will you see my daughter?" Zhu Wei still has no English women next to her, she thought, let these outsiders know that we don't need them. Saul lay on the pillow and said softly, "Oh, Jura, here are my many children." He looked at Jura with longing eyes, and suddenly smiled, and she knew his son was coming.This is the British man who aspires to the throne. Jura straightened her waist, clenched her upper and lower waist, and turned to meet the man, now she couldn't tell whether she loved him or hated him. When she saw him for the first time, her knees were bent and her whole body felt hot; he reached out and grabbed her arm, and the slight skin contact made her shudder. he!How could it be him!Is it true that he and I have a tryst?How had she not seen his blond hair?She remembered that his wet hair was black when they first met, and that when they met in the stable it was in the dark and she couldn't see it clearly. She jerked her hand out of his, and turned her back to him. "Have you met before?" Saul asked Jura intentionally. "No." Jura said perfunctorily. "Yes." Ron said at the same time. Jura stood still.She refused to look him in the face.But he was so close to her that he didn't allow her to think.How should she deal with him?He probably wanted to draw her to his side, so that Gerald, who was the real prince, and his followers would worship the usurper. "It's a great honor to meet you," said Ron from behind her, "just a little further away." Jura was taken aback.He quietly reached behind her back and grabbed her braids. "I've heard people talk about you, too," Lola said politely, but Jura still didn't look at her. "I've heard about your combat skills, not your beauty." Jura remained standing still.She always watches the tree in front of her. "Jura!" Thor yelled, then coughed.Lola gave him a gentle thump on the back.Jura wanted to get away from Ron, but he clung to her braids. "Jura, treat my child with respect," Saul said, his voice harsh, his throat stinging from coughing. "You want to thank my daughter for greeting you." Jura stared forward, but said nothing.She was standing so close to this man, it was hard for her to concentrate. Saul wanted to get up and sit up, and Lola comforted him, "Father, please rest assured, I believe that Jura will be used to greetings like this. Ron, look, your followers and captives seem to be fighting, maybe you should Go see." Jura didn't touch him, but she felt he hesitated, he just moved his hand.At this time, he really heard the sound of steel hitting, and he had to let go of her braids and run to the two children who were stabbing each other.Jura recognized one of the young men who had told her to go to the stable.The young man was as dark as a Lanconian, but she did not know that he was also English.He sent information to Ron, is he familiar with Lanconia? Jura watched as Ron strode across the training field to the two young men fighting, swords in hand, furious.Ron slapped each older kid on the chest and told them to go away.The two young men immediately obeyed and left the dusty place. "We can't fight each other," said Ron, in a tone that sounded more persuasive than threatening. "I'm not your man," Keown yelled at Ron, "my father is Brokane, and..." "I am your master," said Ron. "You are not only a Zenath, you are a Lanconian, and I will be your king. Now, both of you, go and polish my armor." Montgomery let out a groan.To clean the armor, you have to put it in an oily leather bag and shake it back and forth. That is hard work like shaking ore. Sol sneered, he was satisfied that his son had successfully resolved the dispute. Jura turned to face the old man. "Whatever he does, please you," she said to the old man. "He boasts to himself that he is king of all the Lanconians, and if he does he must declare war on the other tribes. Can he kill Dead Brockane and Bretta? And Marek and Yeni? We need peace. He wants to kill only to satisfy his vanity. I beg you, don't let this braggart be our king. We don't War is needed. Tribes patrol their borders. If we attack and one tribe is wiped out, we cease to exist. I beg you, we beg you, choose another king for us who knows what must be done." Thor stared at Jura, his face turning purple from suppressing his anger; his need to cough was so strong that he couldn't control it. "Let's go!" Lola shouted to Jura, stood up and hovered beside Sol, as if trying to protect him. "Your words make him very uncomfortable, and you still don't go away!" Zhu La turned and left. She neither hesitated nor looked forward to leaving the training ground. Ron returned to his father, but his eyes were still on Jura's back. "You're a fool," Saul complained to his son. "You love her, but she will make your life miserable." Ron smiled. "I have no other choice in this matter, because I love her and she is mine." "Your?" Lola asked. "Roth, are you planning to...marry this Jura? She's rude, doesn't care about anyone, and doesn't respect your rights. She's totally out of place in our house." , not fit for our place of honor." A soft hiss was all Ron said and answered, and he turned and went back to the target. In the next few days of training, Zhula worked harder than ever. She did not attend the banquet held to welcome the players from various tribes, nor did she leave the training ground to greet them.She rose before dawn every day, and ran against the wind outside the walls, and she crossed wide streams, and practiced throwing spears and archery till she devoured her meal.At night, she fell asleep as soon as she lay down and never dreamed. "Jura," Cillian called to her on the fourth day, "slow down, don't get too tired, and you won't be able to play in the last round." "In my opinion, you must win. He must have a wise queen by his side. He is so pompous and stupid. Without you by his side, I fear he will destroy Lanconia." Cillian frowned. "Jura, I'm not sure you're right at this point. He doesn't seem stupid at all. He drills almost as much as you do, and watches over men all day long. He's fair when it comes to settling disputes. , without prejudice; he is kind and kind to women, and he welcomes women from all tribes to participate in the competition very warmly." She said here and laughed. "Do you remember when we went hunting in Zenas three years ago? They wouldn't let us drink the horses." "Yes, we hid in the bushes and waited for them to leave." "Do you remember a woman with a scar on her face? She seemed to be a little chief." "I remember. I mistook her for a man from the way she looked." "Yes," Sirian said, "that person's name is Mira, and she's here too this time, intending to win the competition and marry Ron." Jura smiled mischievously. "He should marry this kind of person!" Her face immediately became serious, "But we Arials don't want this kind of woman to be queen, Sirian. You must win!" Celian watched her friend observantly. "I don't understand. Why do you hate Ron so much? Since he opened the door, most people are willing to give him a chance to prove that he is a wise king, but you are always against him!" "Yes," she snapped, "you all want to forget that he's not one of us, and let him usurp Geralt's rightful throne. You only see his good looks, and you don't see his greed. soul." "I don't think you really know him." "I really don't know him," Jura replied.Cirian knew that Jura was setting herself down.Ron was always hanging on to her, coming to her in the mornings while she was still in bed awake. "I don't want to get to know him, either," Jura added. "We practice all day, so we don't have time for anything else, do we?" In every training competition, Jura always beat all the competitors. The competition lasted for three days, and the players participating in the competition scored points according to their performance.At the end of the first day, one third with the lowest score was eliminated; on the second day, another third was eliminated, and only three women were left at the end of the third day of the competition. The latter is the Queen of Lanconia. Twice before the game, Jura was told to rush to a dark, secluded location, but she refused.Twice she had been captivated by him, she thought, and he might have thought her a frivolous woman.But now she doesn't do stupid things anymore.She suspected that he had secretly seduced many other women, and every time she saw a female member of the team returning from Escalan with a flushed face and dazed eyes, she wondered if she had been seduced by Ron and slept with him. "Who has he ever chosen to sleep with him?" she slipped once to Cillian.Her muscles ached and she was dripping with sweat, she had to stop training. "Him? Who are you referring to?" "Sol's son, of course," said Jura gravely. "Who in Lanconia is fascinated by him?" "You seem to have been..." Silian said pointedly. "Me? I hate him!" She threw her javelin hard. "You've only met him a few times. Why do you hate him? How about we go talk to him tonight?" Jura retrieved her javelin. "You want to talk to him? No doubt he's a celibate, like a virtuous man, who probably sleeps with all kinds of women every night." "I don't hear of him sleeping with women at night. If he loves a woman, he must be very cautious. In any case, I don't believe he would do such a thing. He sleeps alone, and everyone in the city Everyone knows this fact. You come with me and watch him practice, and when he takes off his coat..." "I don't want to see him naked," Jura said in a tone of disdain. "You don't want to practice jumping? You're not good enough at jumping." Cillian gazed at her friend for a long time. "Zula, be careful, don't say those gossips. If you talk too much, it will make people think it's true." Jura agreed, silenced her, and resumed throwing her javelin. Jura trained hard and didn't realize it was preparation for the competition.Outside the city wall, many wooden seats were built, divided into the section of Sol's house with canopy, and the section of tribal leaders attending the competition; a lot of food, beef, pork, fresh vegetables, bread and strong beer, were prepared to participate in the competition All can be provided free of charge for three days. At dawn on the first day, the entrance ceremony was held, and the players marched, cheered, passed the watching crowd, and finally stood in front of Ron. Jura is very satisfied with the preparations for this competition.There were two Ertans women who came to compete, both short in stature, but they were quick and agile.She thought, their big clear eyes kept looking around, feeling very excited.There were six women from Watters, each with very graceful bracelets on their arms, and they were fierce boxers. There were eight Ferens, and the tribe was formidable on horseback, but once out of the saddle they were like fish thrown to the ground and lost their strength. The women of Poyrence did not come.If it is a competition to recite narrative poems, they must be willing to participate and be sure to win.But they don't like force unless forced upon them... There are also fifty Zenas and Ariel women players.The warriors of the Ariel Women's Guard were all in, even the newcomers, all hoping to win the honor of marrying Ron.The Zenas women were tall and muscular, but they all had scars on their faces from beating each other up.Jura knew that they had physical strength, but in terms of speed and agility, even they themselves knew that they were no match for the Ariel women. Cirian gave Jura a little push and nodded to Meera.She was the tallest, oldest, and ugliest Zenas woman.Sirian meant to tell Jura to beware of her. When the parade begins, the band plays the suona. The women players lined up and stood in front of the stands.Ron, in his dazzling green velvet gown of Lanconia, descended the steps to the line of women, wishing each woman good luck.He paused in front of Mira for a long time, looking into her eyes, at the tip of her nose that had been shaved off in previous battles, and when he congratulated Mira on his good luck, Cilien smiled, but Jura did not. When Ron stopped in front of Jura, Jura avoided his gaze, staring fixedly somewhere to the right. "May God be with you," he whispered. A few minutes later, he loudly announced the start of the game. Jura had a bye on the first day.All she does is keep an eye out for the winners in each match so she can beat her the next day.Meera was strong, winning every game they played, but she elbowed the new Ariel team at a critical moment in the walking competition. Jura wondered how Ron felt about the performance of the Zenas women in the competition.Every time it was announced that Mira had won, his eyes seemed to be covered with a black shadow, his head was buzzing, and the sweat on his body flowed like a stream.At the end of today's game, he looked more fatigued than the competitors. Jura leaves the field of play.She was satisfied with how the first day of the game went.After returning to the women's barracks, take a bath, rest, and recharge your batteries for tomorrow. The next day's competition went on as normal, and at the end there were only sixteen women left, and they had to compete with each other to choose the finalists. "Jura," said Cirian, "you must see that whoever wrestles Meera loses to her." "Probably not," Jura said.The next day the lottery was drawn, and the women were eagerly waiting for who would wrestle with Mira.Most Ariel women could beat Mira in speed, but not in wrestling. "Whoever draws lots to wrestle with her will definitely lose." "I'm worrying, which one of us can fight her?" "Me," Jura replied quickly. "He might beat me, but Cillian can beat her from the stick. Ariel's fighter will win for sure." Cillian did not smile. "Jura, come with me, into the city." "Why?" Jura asked alertly. "There is nothing wrong with going to town. We need to rest." "I want to meet Prince Ron." Sirian said calmly. Jura is on fire. "Hello? He asked you to go? Is he going to share the bed with the contestant again?" "Don't say such things!" said Sirian disapprovingly. "You seem to have changed since he came to Lanconia. No, I'm not going to spend the night with him. You know, Dale arranged this meeting." "Daller?" Jura was surprised and startled. "You're so busy training that you don't have time to see your crush, but I'm not like you. Ron's my crush and I'm going to see him. He'll wish me luck himself. We'll go and you can go see Dave Le." "Yes," Jura whispered, "of course." She hadn't thought of Dale for days. "I really should lose him." They came to the city from the game field outside the city, and found that the city lights were shining like daylight, and to celebrate the game, people danced, drank, rejoiced, and played wildly.Many slapped Jura and Sirian on the back, and Jura tried to draw her knife, but her scabbard was empty. Ron waited in a dark place inside Thor's stone castle, and he had been waiting a long time.He leaned his back against the cold stone wall, but his heart was full of fiery passion. In fact, he had been waiting for many days.Waiting for the opportunity to meet and talk with Zhu Ji alone.She pretended to be like they really didn't know each other, so no one found out about their relationship.He was in high spirits at the beginning of the match, and he felt that she would win.But when the match went on for two rounds, three rounds, and the fourth round, he began to wonder if she could really win the final victory?He had asked Dale privately more than once, what was Jura's abilities and skills, and whether he was sure.After the game the next day, he thought that he could no longer be so cautious, that he had to meet Jura in person and talk to her, no matter what the risk.So he asked Dale to arrange for him. Now, he stood here waiting for Jura. Jura felt Ron's presence before she saw him. "Here he is," she said to Cillian quickly, almost choking.As Cirian took a few steps into the darkness, Jura noticed Ron's long arms reach out and grab her.Jura's hand was clenched into a fist and placed beside him.It is true indeed that this hideous satyr grabs and plays with all women.Will he tell Sirian that he loves Jura?He spends his time hiding in the stables, kissing women, while people are training incredibly hard! "You're Cillian?" she heard Ron say, and Jura backed away as the two of them stepped into the light. "Didn't Dale tell you he'd meet me?" Sirian asked. "He said he wanted me to meet a... yes, of course, just you?" Jura saw him looking around, looking around. "Jura and I, we're here for personal well wishes." His eyes searched on, and then fell on Jura, though she knew he hadn't seen her. "Jura," he called, taking a few steps and offering her his hand. Jura didn't move. "Ron," said Cillian. He leans closer to Jura, "May I give you a good luck kiss?" he asks her softly. "You kissed enough that night!" She punched him. She was furious, but he giggled. "I have something to do with you," he said, and took out her missing knife, which she snatched from him at once, being careful not to touch his fingers.He laughed again. "You don't thank me for the knife I gave you back?" Zhu Jiao realized that Cillian was standing behind Ron, listening to their conversation. "I'm going," she said, "you stay, and good luck to Celian." She turned away from them both, and fled. She ran into the street, still angry, neither saw Daller nor heard Daller speak, she just felt that someone had grabbed her, she thought it was Ron.She struggled fiercely until she realized that it was Dale who was holding her arm. "Who hurt you?' There was an angry tone in his voice. Why did you run?" She hugged him.No one paid any attention to them, although many men and women embraced drunkenly, and the singing and loud noises were deafening. "Come on," Dale said, leading her to a blacksmith's hut, where it was very quiet except for a horse waiting to be shoed. "Tell me, what happened?" She put her arms around his neck. "It's okay, it's okay, put your arms around me and kiss me." He kissed her, but her heart couldn't get rid of Ron. "Cillian will win the game tomorrow, and she will marry this Englishman. Shall we marry tomorrow?" Dale frowned at her. "Why are you suddenly interested in me and my kiss? Why are you always like a guard without the tenderness that a woman should have?" She pushes him away. "I don't dress like Saul's daughter, but that doesn't mean I lack women." "Jura, I know you. I've known you since you were a child. Feelings about you can't control your head." She refused to listen to him, turned and ran to the barracks. Sirian was waiting for her. She is annoyed. "You set out to win yourself, didn't you?" Celian glared at her. "He kissed me, and he mistakenly thought I was you. Unexpectedly, you have proposed to him behind my back and cheated on me. You have never been enough friends, what friendship is just cheating!" Cirian shut the door quietly and left, leaving Jura alone.She was shaking with anger.He has gotten to this point.In the presence of Sirian, he also expressed affection to her.Every aspect of her life had changed since his arrival in Lanconia, Saul hated her, Celian hated him, and Dale suspected her. The only way to prove to them that they are not cheating is to let Celian win tomorrow.As long as Sirian wins, Jura will be free from Ron completely.She was going to marry Dale, and he would be with her every night; she no longer thought about other men.She was attracted to Ron only physically.There is no doubt that she is still a virgin at the age of eighteen.She would forget about the gentle Englishman as long as a strong man slept with him. Gentleness, she thought, if he was really gentle, it wouldn't cause him so much trouble and distress. When she undresses for bed, she resolves to fight like hell tomorrow.She'd win over Cillian if need be.But she didn't want to win Sirian.Tomorrow she and Celian will stick together, and when Celian raises her club, she will be beaten and fall down a loser.In that case, Celian would still be her friend, Dale would be his husband, and people would never doubt or hate her again.