The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 264 The Seven Deadly Sins - Greed

"Hoo, hoo"...

Gryffindor held his injured right arm and supported his body with the sword stuck on the ground.

"You are strong, but your sword is too weak."

Favaro shook off the blood on the tip of the gun, leaving a line of blood on the white wall.

"An ordinary sword, even if it has been polished and maintained, cannot cut through Mithril's armor."

When he said this, the knight commander gently touched his breastplate with his fingers. There was a shallow dent on the metal surface that was as smooth as a mirror.

Gryffindor had just sacrificed his own arm for this opportunity. Unfortunately, the sword in his hand was just an ordinary iron sword, which was useless against such hard armor.

"Logically speaking, I lost. If I had only worn ordinary clothes like you, I would have died in your hands just now."

The knight captain pulled out the spear stuck in the ground, and then slowly walked towards Gryffindor.

"However, it is a pity that war is never fair. It is your fault to be weak."

"I, Favaro Leonie, the Knight of Divine Punishment, hereby sentence you to death!"

The Knight Commander raised the spear in his hand high and stabbed Gryffindor.

"clang"!

With a crisp metal collision, the spear in the knight commander's hand was blocked by something, and then plunged into the floor next to it.

"Tsk, a dagger 1000 years later can actually be so strong."

Gryffindor held the slightly deformed dagger in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Interesting, a dagger with no energy fluctuations can actually deflect my spear. It seems that the wizard is not useless."

The knight commander rounded his spear this time and swiped it hard with the barrel.

Gryffindor quickly fell to the ground, and the barrel of the gun hit the table next to his scalp.

With a loud click, the solid wood table was smashed into pieces.

"It's time for Rowena to cause trouble for me again"...

Gryffindor patted his robes, which had just been given to Ravenclaw to mend the holes last night, and then quickly dodged the spear thrust by the knight captain.

"Mr. Gryffindor, your sword"!

At this moment, a dark figure suddenly flashed across the stairs not too far from the two of them.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the railings that were intact just now were blown away by the strong wind, and the floor spread in the shape of a broken spider web.

The air, tainted with the smell of fire and blood, was filled with gravel and smoke, making it almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

"Ah, you jumped down from above too."

Gryffindor wiped the blood that was already blocking his sight, and then spit out the dust and blood in his mouth.

"Run away with your principal. I can stop him for a while. As for the sword, you can take it away yourself. My hand is injured. Don't let these few be called the lackeys of the Holy See."

"who are you"?

Favaro raised the spear in his hand vigilantly.

"Oriental"?

The smoke in front of him gradually dispersed, and a young man wearing clothes that seemed a bit strange at present, but unexpectedly looked handsome came out.

"Are you from the Song Empire in the east? Please get out of the way. We are here to kill these wizards who caused the plague under the orders of the Pope. We have nothing to do with nobles like you."

The knight commander planted his spear on the ground, then tilted his head slightly forward to show respect.

As a knight with a certain status, Favaro also had some knowledge of some things in the East.

Legend has it that there is gold everywhere, and even ordinary civilians possess physical skills that can easily knock people down. Moreover, the people there are very elegant, completely different from some nobles who sleep after they are full.

The empire in the East was so rich that it could afford every ordinary soldier to wear heavy armor and eat enough food to satisfy their hunger.

And there are some beings close to gods there who can control the wind and rain.

Favaro seriously suspected that those so-called heavenly masters were actually wizards, but no one wanted to offend that huge empire, so naturally no one dared to say such things.

Therefore, knowing that the other party was suitable for wizards, and was probably a wizard, Favaro decisively gave the other party a step up, hoping that he could retreat despite the difficulties.

"I'm sorry, I'm a wizard. If I remember correctly, the Pope should ask you to kill every wizard and then cut off their heads and take them back for counting, right?"

Zhang Qi glanced at Gryffindor, and after confirming that he would not die for the time being, he raised the sword in his hand.

"Mr. Godric clearly defeated you just now, but he was defeated by you because of the superior equipment. Is this the morality that you knights follow?"

Zhang Qi spoke provocatively, and then tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"This gentleman from the East, I don't know how you view Western Europe, but the dignity of knights cannot be offended"!

After hearing these words, the knight commander's face suddenly darkened, and veins popped up in the hand holding the barrel of the spear.

"Do you want to duel with me?"

Zhang Qi said with a smile.

"Since a noble from the East has given me a sincere invitation, then I will naturally respond to your request"!

Favaro pulled out his spear and saluted Zhang Qi.

"Favaro Leonie, Knight of Divine Punishment, may I ask his name?"

"Zirol Zhang".

Zhang Qi also crossed the Scottish broadsword in his hand and reported his name.

"It's so considerate. I even gave you the name you used in Europe."

The knight commander said calmly.

"Child, get out quickly, your life is more important than ours"!

Gryffindor yelled anxiously, but in the middle of his words he started coughing violently.

"I will not use this armor and such a long spear to bully a child. I will also use my own knight's sword like you."

One of the attendants behind Favaro helped him take off his armor, and then took his sword from another attendant on the side.

The sword was unsheathed, engraved with the same complicated patterns as the sword in Zhang Qi's hand.

It was also a weapon made through alchemy.

"So, who will attack first?"

Zhang Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then raised his head and showed a mocking smile to the knight commander.

"Why are this child's eyes so yellow?"

The Knight Commander turned his head slightly, avoiding the eyes that made him uncomfortable.

"You go first, a knight would never take the initiative towards a child."

"Okay, I'll come first."

Zhang Qi smiled slightly, and then disappeared suddenly.

"not good"!

The knight commander suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming from his right rear. At the critical moment, he raised the sword in his hand, intending to block the opponent's attack.

"Crack"!

With the crisp sound of metal being cut off, a flash of light suddenly erupted where the blades of the two weapons met.

The Scottish broadsword cut through the knight's sword, which represented the pinnacle of alchemy in the Holy See, like a kitchen knife cutting through tofu, and then slashed at the knight commander's investment without any loss of power.

Today's sword is no longer that sword, and the one who really controls the sword is no longer the cold but very gentle person, but the tenant of his body.

But renting a house always involves paying some rent, and this sword is the rent paid by the tenant.

Greed sparkled brightly when cutting the iron, and death, along with the sharp wind blades, embraced the God's Punishment Knight.