Chapter 83 The duel of honor with the Sword of Brondy!
White Night City, main building of the castle, hall.
Candles and torches were lit in the bright hall, palace musicians played music in the corridor on the second floor of the hall, and guests dressed up and danced on the dance floor in the center of the first floor.
When Yeats arrived, he saw long tables on both sides of the hall, with exquisite silverware and sumptuous food on them.
The host, Earl Thomas, stood beside the guardrail opposite the door on the second floor. When he looked at Yeats, he raised his wine glass to signal.
Yeats quickly recognized that the musician was playing a waltz, also known as a waltz, which had been played at Habsburg royal balls as early as the 17th century.
"Yeats, there are a lot of food over there." Gray's eyes were shining.
At this time, Yeats saw Earl Thomas walking down the stairs and walking towards him, so he was about to talk forward and whispered:
"Furcas, keep an eye on Dom Gray, Don't let her cause trouble."
"Folcas and Gray are wearing regular clothes. Wearing armor at the banquet will be regarded as an insult to the organizer.
Weddings, banquets, and dances have therefore become frequent occasions for assassinations. In the Atrium Continent, Dark Night believers often sneak into banquets to poison or murder.
"Hey, Phokas, that one-eyed dragon is coming towards us..."
Gray refers to Knight Willow, who fights griffins with an iron sword during hunting To a tie.
He was also Hudson's right-hand man in his early years, but was unable to break through. Later, he took refuge with Thomas and tried to get promoted through magic potions.
Willow was wearing an eye patch, with gloomy eyes, and a white cotton shirt. When the servant carrying the wine glass passed by, he took down two glasses and walked towards Fokas.
He handed the wine glass to Phokas's hand, leaned his head to the old knight's ear, and whispered sarcastically:
"I feel relieved to see that you are still the same..."
After speaking, Willow smiled and patted Phokas on the shoulder, wanting to clink glasses with him.
Fokas touched the wine glass lightly and said:
"I am relieved to see that you are still blind."
After saying that, Phokas drank the wine in one gulp and put the wine glass on the passing servant's tray.
Willow's eyes were hazy, and the blood vessels under the eyepatch were swollen and painful. He said in a low voice: "Isn't this a gift from you? You were so majestic back then, but what about now? You are not as good as me, Fokas." "
"Excuse me now." Forkas led Gray to the long table next to the dance floor.
Ka.
Willow crushed the glass with his bare hands, and the bright red wine mixed with glass shards embedded in his palm. His face was expressionless, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped his palms.
The servant immediately stepped forward and wiped the floor.
Bang!
Willow kicked the servant over with his kick. The one eye next to the blindfold stared at the back of Phokas, gritting his teeth:
"Get away, don't dirty my shoes."
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"I wonder how old Lord Yeats is this year?" Thomas asked with a smile.
Yeats glanced at the smiling fat man and said thoughtfully: "When the snow melts next year, I will be fifteen. What advice does your Earl have?"
Thomas motioned Yeats to look up. Go to the lobby on the second floor.
Yeats looked up and saw a little blond girl about twelve or thirteen years old, lying on the railing, blinking her green eyes curiously.
“My daughter has also reached the age of engagement.” Earl Thomas said with a smile, “I often hear that the Brondie family has many outstanding people. I see that Lord Yeats is also from a famous family. I wonder if he has considered an engagement. Thoughts? ”
A marriage contract is a natural alliance. Baiye City's willingness to form an alliance with Chenshuang Ridge is undoubtedly a sign of great regard for Yeats.
Come to think of it, the snow owl's outstanding performance in hunting just now left a deep impression on the fat man.
Yeats was in a strange mood.
Although many people in the Middle Ages got married at the age of thirteen, I still have a modern concept and cannot accept it at all.
Rejecting the engagement will undoubtedly make Thomas unhappy, but there is nothing I can do about it. I still want to decide on the engagement myself.
Yeats refused: "I am still young and have no ideas in this regard."
"My family has the blood of extraordinary people, and my daughter will open the tree of life sooner or later. You cannot be promoted to extraordinary, but you can Entering into a marriage contract with an extraordinary person." Thomas narrowed his green eyes, "Seriously, don't you think about it anymore?"
Lao Deng, I am still the artistic choice, and I don't care whether your daughter is worthy of it!
Yeats complained in his heart, and said in a nonchalant manner: "I am a member of the Brondi family. I need to ask my family head about this matter."
Thomas's expression became cold and unmoving. Changing the topic sensually, he said:
"I don't know, have you heard that Duke Hudson lost a nightmare horse, and he was very angry about it..."
Damn it, it couldn't be the one that was kidnapped by Carrot and brought to the territory. Nightmare Horse Bar!
Yeats launched his unmistakable lie and said with slight surprise:
“Is there such a thing?”
Thomas said calmly: “It is said that this relationship It’s not just the nightmare horse. Duke Hudson plans to use the nightmare horse as a medium to summon the undead knight to work for him.”
Yeats's heart skipped a beat.
Could the magic riot in the swamp area mentioned by Blueberry have something to do with this matter?
“It is rumored that in the northern province of Golden Lion, a heroine is buried. Her head is far away in a foreign country. Her resentment remains, but she has powerful extraordinary power.”
Thomas stared at Yeats, observed the change in his expression, and continued:
"Duke Hudson's attempt to use the power of the undead for his own use has damaged the honor of the nobility...I want to use this as an excuse. , marching into Wick Harbor, what do you think, Lord Yeats?”
Sure enough, the war in the plot was about to break out, but Yeats did not expect that the nightmare horse was actually related to an undead.
This undead sounds like... a headless horseman?
Hudson wants the Headless Horseman to be used by him. Can I conquer the Headless Horseman?
Yeats couldn't help but secretly think... Although it's a bit spooky, wouldn't it be nice to put a helmet on the headless horseman! "I have no opinion. I just want to fight against the cold wave." Yeats said.
Thomas nodded, with a hint of disappointment caught in his eyes by Yeats, who also understood that this conversation would cause cracks in the seemingly friendly relationship.
But it doesn’t matter.
If you dare to attack, you will be defeated!
Yeats resigned. Shortly after leaving, Thomas narrowed his eyes.
Thomas has a bright back, and he sees in Yeats a temperament that only his kind can have...ambition!
A baron who has long been known as a deadwood has only a small area, but Thomas seems to have seen a snow leopard walking in the snowy night with green eyes.
Whether it is a cat or a tiger, you will know once you find out... Thomas ordered someone to call Willow to his side.
Thomas whispered something to Willow, looked at Yeats who was talking to the old knight, and said calmly:
"Go, don't risk your life."
Willow froze on the spot, his whole body trembling with excitement, his one eye was blood red, and he said hoarsely:
"I will definitely live up to your trust!"
The banquet was still going on,
Yeats was not interested in the ball. He came to the long table and looked at Gray who was enjoying the meal.
"What for?" Gray sucked the pork knuckle skin into his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth stained with sauce, "How about I help you save some food money?"
Yeats took out his handkerchief, wiped the corners of Gray's mouth, and said calmly:
"Don't worry, you can't defeat me."
Gray was stunned, her cheeks gradually turned red, and she slowly put down the pork knuckle in her hand.
Yeats smiled: "After all, we can have a feast of Warcraft."
Gray was about to retort, but heard a clang and the glass in Phokas' hand fell. On the ground.
The music in the hall suddenly stopped.
The guests all looked at Willow and Phokas, who were facing each other.
The One-Eyed Knight bumped into Fuka and said with a smile: "Sorry, I bumped into you accidentally..."
Soon, Willow raised his eyes slightly and stared at Fuka. Si, his cold voice sounded through the communication technique.
“After all, there is a half-buried old guy who was not here in the first place.”
Forkas clenched his fists and remained silent.
"One is half in the ground, and the other is rotten wood. No wonder you accompanied Yeats to take office." Willow sent a message. "In my opinion, Yeats was an illegitimate child, so he was sent to the border by the earl, right? A bastard born of adultery?"
With bloodshot eyes, Phokas picked up Willow's collar: "You...fool, what are you talking about?"
Bang!
The ladies looked at Willow who suddenly flew backwards, covered their mouths and exclaimed.
Willow fell onto the long table, shattering a lot of glasses.
Fokas was stunned. He didn't do anything at all, but Willow pretended to be beaten away!
Willow supported her knees and slowly stood up from the glass shards. The eyes beside the one-eye patch contained years of deep resentment, and she shouted loudly:
"You are insulted. I, Phokas! I want to challenge you to a duel! "
Dueling is extremely popular in the Midgard Continent, and even two methods, "judicial duel" and "honorary duel", were born.
Judicial duel means that when the prosecution and defense parties in court have contradictory statements, both parties can use the duel to prove their innocence.
Honor duels are even more common. As long as certain conditions are met, one party can challenge the other party to a duel to defend honor.
Even at palace banquets, duels would take place. In Golden Lion, where martial arts prevailed, guests were happy to watch the excitement.
Fokas looked around at the whispering guests, his clenched hands were trembling, and his heart was confused.
Willow is a knight of Earl Thomas, and Morning Frost Ridge has no way to resist the iron hoof of White Night City.
I am a knight of Berlandi. I cannot duel with a knight of Thomas because of my anger. This will cause great trouble to the young master...
"What are you hesitating about, Phokas!"
Willow looked at Phokas who had been standing for a long time, was stunned for a moment, and said: "You don't want to ask me to forgive you, do you? The Sword of Brondi , you actually hesitated before the duel!"
Willow's laughter echoed in the hall, and he burst into tears: "After all these years, I have really overestimated you!"
"I..." Phokas took a deep breath, hunched over his waist, as if he had grown older instantly.
“Promise to his duel.”
A loud voice sounded.
Everyone looked at the handsome silver-haired boy.
Yeats looked at Phokas and said word by word:
“I said, agree to his duel.”
On the second floor of the hall, Thomas looked like an old wolf king , slowly narrowed his green eyes.
Willow's single eye glanced at Yeats and then at Phokas, his pupils shrank, and the fear of that year suddenly came to mind again!
The old knight slowly puffed out his chest, his old face was full of determination, and his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
“In the name of the Sword of Brondi—” said Forcas, “I will defend the glory of Brondi and accept your duel!”
There is another chapter, It'll be a little later, I'll finish writing this duel!
(End of this chapter)