Chapter 1167 Narrator: Me?
The lost Bartley didn't notice his gaffe at all. Shelley, an aristocratic girl, just looked at Li Cang with wet eyes with a hint of surprise and admiration. She was not a silly, sweet little rich woman who was born to be rebellious and filial to her father and daughter, but to Li Cang. Since she was born, almost every person of status who has appeared around her and her father has a purpose and is coveting the wealth of the Bartley family.
Her father needs their status, they need their father's wealth, and she was told almost from birth that she was destined to obtain resources for the family only by marrying a nobleman, regardless of age and status, whether beautiful or ugly, rich or poor.
She understands, and so does her father, Lord Bartley, but she cannot resist this fate because this is what nobility is.
She is taller among the dwarfs. Instead of marrying blindly and dumbly to those old, ugly and poor guys who only have one name left, she definitely has higher expectations for this young neighbor. After all, if a person grows up to be like Count Li Cang, even if he grows up to be like Earl Li Cang. Then it won’t hurt so much to be beaten by his fierce chief gladiator wife all day long
"Shelley Meyer Bartley!" an angry shout sounded at the stairs, "You have rejected my sincere pursuit several times, but you despicably flirted in front of a dying man? You have blasphemed the purity of love! Damn it , I was blind to fall in love with you, a dirty pariah, a businessman’s daughter! Your father Bartley is no different, just as disgusting! Cang Li, in the name of sacred love, in the name of ancient blood, I, the son of the great Jonathan Betainin family, officially challenge you! , we will decide the ownership of this woman through a duel”
A white handkerchief embroidered with roses and light blue vines was held in a glove and thrown down the stairs: "Earl Cang Li! Either accept the duel, or pick up my glove like a coward and put it back on mine. On hand!”
"The ancient bloodline has given me the right to initiate a duel. You can refuse, but you will be despised by everyone. Your family honor and your bloodline will be trampled on and left to moldy and rot in the filthiest sewers of Uctrasil. ! ”
The entire Malti Springer restaurant seemed to have pressed the pause button. Various expressions were frozen on the faces of the diners. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and then there was an uproar.
"Selvi! Are you stupid?"
"The Betaine family is indeed crazy. No wonder the hyena came to find them. He has the same bad taste!"
"What do you think you are doing? Selvi! Even if your baron father is here! He can only kneel down and kiss Count Li Cang's boots to ask for forgiveness! The only person who pays the ultimate price for your stupid behavior will be the entire Bethany. Family! Apologize!”
"No one can insult an ancient pure-blood noble like this, no! He actually dared to challenge the seriously ill Count Li Cang to a duel. He is worse than a pig. This idiot, this bastard, don't stop me, I will kill him with my own hands. Kill him! Use his blood to cleanse the stained glory of pure blood nobles!”
This Betain's behavior may seem reasonable at first glance, but in fact it makes no sense.
Duels can actually be regarded as a way to solve problems among nobles, but they are often private and only conducted under the witness of great nobles and witnesses. Let’s not talk about whether the son of a mere baron actually attacked a count. The qualification to initiate a duel, and the choice of the duel target on the famous sick Earl Li Cang is already an act of extreme outrage to everyone present. This guy is simply insulting everyone's moral bottom line and conscience. He is A disgrace to all of Yggdrasil!
Furthermore, even though Honorary Lord Bartley is only an honorary Lord, he is also a genuine nobleman recognized by the entire Uctrashil. His children are not commodities with collars around their necks in the slave trade.
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What's so wrong with you, Selvi, that you actually think you can decide who belongs to someone else through an inexplicable duel? No matter what you just said was "pursuing her power", you can still make it work, right?
Why are you?
[Selvey Jonathan Bertin challenges you for a duel in the name of Shelley Meyer Bartley's suitor. This young man who seems to be dazzled by the so-called 'love' is not what he seems. It looks so reckless and simple in structure]
[Through people's discussions, you know that the Betain family is a loyal supporter of the hyena Victor. There is no doubt that Selvi Jonathan Betain is making a real gamble, and the fate of the entire family is at stake. A big gamble with chips. If you lose, your body will be gone. If you win, you may not be able to keep the whole body. Even if it is just to maintain the glory of the pure-blood nobles, those hypocritical nobles will not allow a mere son of a baron to provoke an earl]
[But all this may depend on the intentions of Lord Hyena. If the results achieved can satisfy him, the Bethany family may reach the sky in one step. After all, behind Victor the Hyena stands a Grand Duke, a powerful man. , the real Duke who holds military power and is in his prime] [Rejection is your right]
Li Lei stood up in an instant, and a surge of liquid metal seeped out of her clothes, condensing into a huge and ferocious exaggerated blade.
What a joke.
You are a sick man who bullied me in front of me, right? Have you asked me about the knife in my hand? !
However, Li Leisi was forced to remove her armor by the narrator before she even had time to throw the ferocious dragon blade as a flying sword. The narrator did not allow her to interfere with the events being triggered, and the plot flow still had to go.
Li Leisi panicked instantly: "Li Cang??"
This ghost place is not the most benign place. Li Cang's character is placed there. If he is directly killed by the plot, Li Leisi is not sure whether he has the possibility of survival.
[Glory is my life. You are young and energetic and cannot bear such humiliation in public, so you agree angrily]
[Selvi Jonathan Betain is so ecstatic that he can’t wait to draw his sword and stab you. You have been weak for a long time to an extent that you cannot accept. You can’t even see the blade in the opponent’s hand clearly, let alone act in time. After performing any basic evasive action in the aristocratic swordsmanship training you received as a child, the wind of the sword hits your face, and you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your heart. One of the original pure-blood nobles of Yggdrasil, a true earl. , actually met his end in such a ridiculous and humble way, at the sword of an unknown and reckless young man, you die——】
Selvi's ecstasy was still on his face, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth bloodthirsty and slightly crazy. His scarlet eyes were full of excitement and expectation of Lord Victor's reward.
But the next second, a warm stream of blood suddenly surged out of his chest!
【.】
【——An unpredictable power has blessed you, and Selvi suffered a heavy blow】
[With tears in your eyes, you mutter to yourself, wondering whether it is Yggdrasil who protects you, or whether the sacred family blood flowing in your blood has awakened? 】
[Intentionally or unintentionally, or simply unable to stop the hasty duel, the audience was stunned]
【This is a miracle】
[A pure-blooded descendant of the ancient bloodline, perhaps after today, your legend will be spread throughout Saint Uktra Hill, and people will talk about your name. Almost everyone thinks that they are personally experiencing and authenticating a lost line. The bloodline kicks off the re-emergence】
(End of chapter)