Chapter 36

The mottled magic lights reflected the aristocratic circle in the main banquet hall, especially near the glass platform. There were few people, but none of them were the top aristocrats standing at the top of edalas city.

"Atley, do you mean they want to duel in the banquet hall?" count Raphael showed a surprised expression. He didn't expect that the two were so crazy. The duel in front of many nobles is related to their faces in the future, and may even spread into a joke.

"Yes, sir, do we agree to their request?" Butler atley asked respectfully. Not long ago, after receiving the news from the waiter that modrian and Baron Emerson's vassal knights were going to duel openly, he hurried to report.

"Why not! I'm curious about the result of the duel!" count Raphael turned to Baron Benny with a smile on his old face and said, "Benny, the little guy's temper is really like Brooke, a little grumpy and crazy!"

"I didn't expect modrian to be so crazy. Maybe he is very confident in his vassal Knight!" Baron Benny shook his head. Although he had received Baron Emerson's news long before the party, he had no obligation to tell modrian.

It seems that many nobles in the main hall of the banquet also heard the news of the duel, the lingering dance music stopped playing, and the people in the middle of the dance floor quickly left. They whispered and talked about the news they knew.

Not long ago, the words of conversation were mixed with words such as wolf stealing jackdaw, pioneering knight, Baron Emerson and vassal knight, and then scattered to the ears of every aristocrat.

"It's our grand debut, the protagonist of this gorgeous stage play!" Baron Emerson looked slowly at the door of the banquet hall, where a waiter was coming with two vassal knights.

In the city of edalas, Baron Benny said that no one was allowed to touch modrian. He had done it and had been deeply taught. The Jeffrey family's intelligence system was suppressed by the garrison residence.

But now it's different. This is Harriman castle. He initiated a fair Knight duel, and modrian agreed, so he can openly test the specific strength of the senior knight.

"It's bright bear, why is he here?" someone in the aristocratic circle made a confused voice, full of confusion.

"It seems that our Baron Emerson has recruited a great vassal knight." Lord Whitley looked at the tall and burly Knight beside Baron Emerson and said in a strange manner, but the envy in his words could not help but show.

Court nobles, unlike meritorious nobles and blood nobles, even if they have considerable wealth and special rights, they can not attract the favor of knights, because there is no room for promotion. Only some knights who have no hope of breakthrough or are old and frail will consider the solicitation of court nobles.

The violent bear bright is different. He is the head of a medium-sized mercenary regiment active in edalas. He is a powerful senior knight. Many court nobles and meritorious nobles have tried to recruit him to become a vassal knight, but none of them succeeded.

Now, the violent bear Knight suddenly became Lord Emerson's vassal knight. Lord Whitley didn't believe there was anything fishy in it. He could only secretly pray that the second son of the Peres family he had never met had a strong vassal knight, otherwise the lost face would be enough to attack the rising momentum of the meritorious aristocracy.

"Lord modrian." Gregory stood on modrian's side fearlessly. The scene in front of him was just a small scene for him who was born in the Knox empire. In his memory, they had slaughtered many so-called royal nobles.

"Do you know the situation?" modrian asked. After seeing Gregory nodding, his eyes showed a trace of crazy killing intention. He didn't want to think of a snake and face the hypocritical aristocrats.

"I hope you can kill the guy opposite with the fastest speed!"

In the middle of the dance floor, Butler atley stood still. He looked at modrian and Baron Emerson and asked in a slightly high tone, "are you ready, two?"

Modrian and Baron Emerson nodded at the same time. The vassal knights, Gregory and bright, stepped forward. The heavy armor had already been worn, and the sharp weapons glittered with cold light.

Pa Pa!

Butler atley clapped his hands. Four mages in exquisite robes came in from the outside and stood at the four corners of the dance floor. Then a mysterious and transparent energy mask surged up to cover the bodies of Gregory and bright.

This is the strength of the Harriman family. It was just a duel between knights. Four mages were dispatched to prevent the collision of life energy from hurting the gentlemen and nobles.

Butler atley looked around at Gregory on the right hand side, with dark armor, double handed Epee across his chest, and indifferent eyes on his opponent. On the left hand side is Fulbright, with a large body wrapped in grayish brown lock armour, and the dried blood on the huge heavy axe is covered with dense blood.

"Now, the duel begins!"

In the next moment, Gregory suddenly burst up like a cheetah. The scarlet life energy surging in his body flowed like a fast stream. His double handed heavy sword cut through the air, issued bursts of sobs and pierced his ears.

Kill!

Bright stared angrily. He was called the violent bear, but he especially liked the attack of strength. The muscles of his arms were like a hill bulging and a huge heavy axe swinging. He seemed to see the scene that the other party was torn to pieces. Among all the knights in edalas, no one dared to face him.

For bright, this duel is just a deal. He needs to break through the experience and records of the knight stage, and Baron Emerson can just provide it, not to mention the duel in front of so many nobles, which is his dream scene.

However, when the epee and the axe attacked each other, the powerful force from the opposite side suddenly changed bright's face. He could feel his arms trembling and the fear of death spreading in the depths of his soul.

How is this possible? How could the young body contain such terrible power!?

Bright regretted. He realized that he had become a victim of the cunning aristocracy. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound.

Boom!

In the view of everyone in the main hall of the banquet, Brian the violent bear's heavy axe was smashed, and then his ferocious head was directly chopped by the heavy sword. Red blood and white slurry flew everywhere. Gregory's body was full of sputtered meat and blood brain, but it looked so dazzling.

When many gentlemen and court nobles saw the magnificent bloody scene, they subconsciously wanted to leave the surrounding terrain and looked at Gregory and modrian with a trace of panic.

Only meritorious nobles and blood nobles will perform better, but their faces also have a dignified meaning. They have to pay attention to Gregory's strength, including the second son of the Peres family behind him.

One hit!

Modrian smiled with surprise and satisfaction. He looked at Baron Emerson, who was stiff next to him, walked slowly to him, looked at the feminine face, but now he was full of ugly look, and said, "ha! Is this the Jeffrey family? The Archduke of the north? It seems a little... Um? A little weak! It seems that the glory of the iron thorn has also disappeared."

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a greater uproar. The gentlemen and nobles who had been shocked by the cruel duel picture heard modrian's deliberately amplified voice, many nobles showed a frightened expression. This was an open and aboveboard slap on the face of the Jeffrey family, and a merciless crazy slap and a bow from left to right.

After another look at Baron Emerson's distorted and ugly face, modrian had no psychological pressure. Since he left Peris castle, Jeffrey family's actions against him have not stopped. Everyone has the limit of patience. Since he has torn his face, why continue to endure!

"Sorry, gentlemen, I'm not feeling well. I'll leave first," said modrian, bowing to the nobles gathered in the banquet hall. Then he strode away, and Gregory followed him silently.

Nobility? Sorry, it seems that my mentality can't be compared with these hypocritical people, so I'll become the troublemaker!

The nobles along the way carefully gave way. Judging from the strength display and crazy words just now, the second son of the Peres family was quite irritable.

"Hum!" Baron Emerson looked around, and the aristocrats who looked at the good play and sarcasm gave a cold hum. They shook their hands and left the main hall, but no one saw that there was a smile of conspiracy behind that ugly face.

Pop, pop, pop!

When the crisp applause came, Butler atley timely stopped the change of the banquet atmosphere, looked at the changing nobles around without expression, and said calmly: "let's applaud such a wonderful duel!"

As his voice fell, many guests with different expressions at the bottom seemed to enjoy the most wonderful opera, clapping their hands with a false smile and continuous applause.

At the same time, the servants in the main hall of the banquet were cleaning the dirty dance floor. After a while, they were clean again, and then someone danced on it again. Many people even blushed and showed abnormal laughter like drunk.

......................

Let's not mention the reactivated banquet in Harriman castle. After Baron Emerson left, he directly returned to the residence in the noble area, waved back the surrounding servants and entered the dark room hidden in the study.

The complex and astringent six pointed star array is carved on the pure gray ground. In the center is a silver pillar, on which is a fixed crystal ball.

Baron Emerson walked gently to the silver pillar and stroked the crystal ball with his hands. There was a gentle energy wave and flicker, and then the silver lines of the six pointed star array floated in bursts of brilliance.

"Uncle Emerson, do you have anything urgent to report?" there was a soft and cold voice in the crystal ball.

"Miss Angelina, your arrangement has been completed, and the knight beside modrian Peris is probably clear, with strength close to the level of great knight." Baron Emerson said respectfully.

"Oh? Close to the great knight, it seems that Viscount Brooke still loves this little son. There are no such people around cadier." the woman called Angelina said in surprise. "Hehe, it makes sense that the previous missions failed."

"I'm sorry, Miss Angelina, it was my fault that caused heavy losses to the Jeffrey family, and I will obey the Duke's punishment." Baron Emerson, with a cold sweat on his forehead, carefully reflected on himself. Then he repeated what happened in the Harriman family, including the recent performance of the nobility in edalas, And modrian's last words.

"The glory of iron thorns? I think he will regret!" there was a trace of surprise in Angelina's voice. Unexpectedly, the noble young master who had been manipulated by her grew up, but it doesn't matter. Everything will be destroyed in the end.

"As for those court nobles, don't care. I'll cook them well after the glorious sacrifice. What I need to know now is the trend of the Harriman family. Have I ever contacted his Highness the great prince of the sad gate?"

"This... I..." Baron Emerson's face is a little ugly. Edalas is the headquarters of the Harriman family. He is not count Raphael's own son. How can such intelligence information be obtained.

"Waste!" a sharp scolding voice came from the crystal ball without leaving a trace of kindness. "I don't know why my grandfather made you the head of intelligence in edalas. Judging from your recent performance in collecting information, it's a waste of Jeffrey family resources."

"This trip of the iron thorn cavalry corps, I don't want any accidents. I hope you can perform better, otherwise I don't mind..."

"Don't worry, Miss Angelina, I've already arranged good people here, and there's absolutely no problem with the cover work along the way." Baron Emerson said quickly. Although the expression of Miss Angelina can't be seen in the crystal ball, the news about that in the Jeffrey family is not very good.

"Hum, I hope so." Angelina's voice gradually disappeared, and the crystal ball began to return to its original state.

Until then, Baron Emerson dared to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, with some humiliation on his face, but when he thought about the iron thorn cavalry corps, he finally disappeared.

It was a cavalry regiment led by great knights. It was an ace regiment famous in Stoke kingdom.

PS1: it's a big chapter of 4000 words. It's a little tired. Finally, it's the end of this part of the plot. It's all paving the way for the rest.

PS2: for the exam tomorrow, the update may be late. I hope you don't mind.