Why it never ends

Chapter 958 Victory or Loss

Fatima in the stands stared at the arena intently, with a moment of coldness in her eyes, but then she realized that Trion was looking at her. She turned her head and met his gaze with a gentle smile.

The duel between Hesta and Kovichik was still going on. To make the fight more entertaining, Hesta held back for seven or eight moves. Just as she was wondering if this would be too obvious, she suddenly realized that Kovichik seemed to be getting braver as the fight went on - this series of fights seemed to make him think that he had inadvertently found Hesta's weakness and began to suppress him.

Hesta snorted with laughter. She juggled the cane into the air, switched between her left and right hands, and then grasped the end of the cane and hit Kovicik in the face with the handle.

Kovicik let out a long, deep roar, and his sword slammed to the ground with a clang. He knelt down, holding his nose in pain. Blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

When he finally let go of his hand and looked up at Hesta, a bright crimson stick mark appeared on his face, extending from the upper left forehead to the right cheek.

"I told you to wear a helmet," Hesta stood in front of Kovicik leisurely, leaning on his cane, "You didn't listen."

Kovicik stood up again in a rage. He could feel that his opponent was indeed quite capable, but they had fought back and forth just now. He felt that he and Hesta were essentially evenly matched, but he was just a little bit unlucky and lacked a bit of defense.

The most excited person in the stands at the moment was Eleven, who cheered loudly for Hesta, even though no one could understand what Eleven was shouting. Eucalyptus couldn't hold her down at all, and it was all thanks to Simonya, who had a livid face and held the child's shoulders tightly. However, Eleven continued to punch in the air, as if she could hit Kovicik from a distance.

Kovicik and Hesta exchanged five or six moves. Several times, he almost hit the opponent's shoulder, neck, waist and abdomen. However, the cane in Hesta's hand seemed to have magic. Once the end of the sword touched the cane, the strength he poured into the sword would be inexplicably unloaded, and he himself lost his balance several times and almost fell to the ground.

After playing like this for a few rounds, Hesta began to lose interest. She no longer gave Kovicik hope, and often after two or three moves, she would suddenly hit him hard with her cane. Kovicik was dizzy and unable to defend himself. Under Hesta's fierce attack, he held his sword in a daze, feeling that he was back in the arena where he first wrestled with his father. He didn't know where the next attack would come from, nor when this fight would end, but he could only endure it, because begging for mercy was a cowardly act and would only cause more unnecessary ridicule and punches.

At the last moment, Kovicik leaned over and fell to the ground. He vaguely felt Hesta walk over to him and turned him over with his feet. He slightly opened his swollen eyelids and saw the clear and bright sky, while at the same time, Hesta's face against the light became even darker. He couldn't see Hesta's expression, but he vaguely felt that she didn't smile.

Even this commanding view felt familiar to Kovicik.

He blinked, feeling himself losing control of his body.

"The winner has been decided," Hesta raised his head, "I think there is no need to fight any further."

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All day, Hesta and his party followed Fatima and walked among the nobles of Hastings. During this time, Eucalyptus and Hesta were asked to go to a room alone. They discussed with Ximoya for a while and refused. The visitor thought that Hesta did not understand what he meant, so he coughed a few times and explained that this was a summons from the emperor.

Eucalyptus nodded and gave the agreed answer: Yes, but it is not convenient for us to go, Your Majesty, please forgive us.

This answer shocked the attendant who came to summon him. He stared at them for a while and then left angrily. After a while, Baron Trion came over in person. This time, Ximoya stood in front of him and argued with the baron for a long time, firmly stopping this private meeting. About a quarter of an hour later, the emperor sent another person to pass on a message, saying that he understood Hesta's decision and would meet again after she officially announced her inauguration.

"I don't know about you," Ximoya said to the two, "but I don't think this is something a ten-year-old would say." "Why?" Hesta asked.

"Look at what these two almost ten-year-old kids of yours do every day." Ximoya signaled with her eyes, "Do you still need to ask why?"

Eucalyptus laughed out loud.

Eleven was keenly aware that these people were talking about topics related to herself, so she immediately turned around, rushed towards Hesta, and fell into Hesta's arms - after knowing each other for such a long time, it was the first time she saw Hesta's skills. She didn't expect that this big guy she picked up and brought home would be so powerful. Eleven was surprised and admired her own vision.

In the afternoon, the group declined Fatima's invitation to stay overnight, insisting on going back to the city on the grounds that Eleven and Qiqi had to go to school the next day. Fatima did not try to persuade them to stay, but only invited Hesta to come back to her house in a few days to chat. Hesta agreed with a smile.

Ximoya always felt that there was some unclear hidden meaning in the words of these two people, but she could not grasp the key point. She knew that asking Hesta directly would not yield any results, so she simply buried the doubt in her heart for the time being.

Shortly after leaving the plantation, Eucalyptus suddenly felt like going to the toilet. No one wanted to go back the same way, so they drove to a nearby town.

Under the setting sun, the car was driving on an empty road. Kiki and Eleven fell asleep holding hands. Hesta sat in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery on the roadside thoughtfully.

"What's Kende been up to lately?"

"What else can I be busy with? It's all about the Mother City."

"I haven't been working for a long time. Am I causing trouble for her?"

"Not bad." Ximoya said, "Some things don't have to go through one more person, which is a relief for her... Why?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought about the complicated things happening in District 12, and it really gave me a headache."

"It's just tedious. For Kendai, nothing is really a problem that can't be solved."

Hesta smiled noncommittally.

A quarter of an hour later, several people stopped at the door of a pub on the main road of the town. The pub had a dark green exterior wall, and the window bars and some decorative stickers were eye-catching bright yellow. Although the building looked a bit old, its style was bold and lively. People kept pushing the door and walking in - it was almost dinner time, and most of the people who came to drink were wearing the camouflage uniforms of the Third District troops.

Hesta looked up. Above the door was a large wooden sign: Two Women's Tavern