Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "But even if you are unwilling to establish a relationship with any nobleman, the trouble will not let you go. Things in this world are always like this, and some troublesome things often happen for the most unexpected reasons."

　　 "I have a deep understanding of this...I mean, when the trouble comes, solve it. And I have a church background, which can stop most of the flies."

　　 But at this point, Miss Windsor’s point of view is more correct. Just when the topic of two young men and women shifted from literature to Jenkins's new book, and then to the current affairs news of parliamentary reform, a group of young people came over.

　　 is the leader, a young man who has taken off his formal clothes, wearing only a shirt and black vest. He was only eighteen years old at most, the youngest and most energetic age.

　　 "Baron Williams!"

　　 stood five meters away from the sofa and shouted loudly. His voice suppressed the music, making most people in the banquet hall notice the commotion here.

　　 "Yes, what's the matter?"

　　 Out of courtesy, he put down the juice that resembled wine, then patted the little chocolate head to let it go first, and then stood up.

　　Miss Windsor's brows are already frowning.

"I am Dubai O'Neill Galvin, the only son of Duke Galvin, the winner of the Order of the Bauhinia Knight, the heir of the Slander, the descendant of the ever noble Moon family, and the lucky blessed by Ms. Yinyue. child."

　　 He straightened his chest and looked at Jenkins. Jenkins stopped Miss Windsor from trying to speak with his eyes, because he really wanted to know what this fool was here for.

　　 The dance party is too boring, I always find some fun.

"I am Jenkins Redamput Williamt, the life-long baron of the Kingdom of Fedictelli, the winner of the Reiter Prize in 1865, the friend of the Great Moon Church, the helper of the Stormers, the proclaimer of Eternal Sleep , Mortal being blessed by the stars, may the sage be with me! Young man, please don't waste my time. What are you going to do?"

　　 he responded in a louder voice. He specifically lowered his voice, making his voice deeper and stronger.

　　 The next few titles are not lies, but to thank Jenkins for his contribution in the Argent Vertigo incident and the honor given to him by the Orthodox Church. In the most orthodox way, it should be the first quarter moon medal of the church of [No Light Moon], the Mermaid Medal of the [Storm Lord] church, the black robe medal of the church [End of Death], and the seven poles of the church [Vientiane Starry Sky] Star medal.

　　 What he said is just better to hear.

Section 431 425 Chapter Noble Duel (6/10)

　　 The above medals are usually only awarded to pagans who have made great contributions to the Orthodox Church or are favored. Although there are higher-level medals, it is already rare for Jenkins' age. Because sometimes these medals are issued irregularly, and even given to strangers who have nothing to do with the church, he doesn't have to worry about causing others to doubt how they got them. Besides, Jenkins remembers that Bishop Parrod also got these things when he was young, and there are memories of the old people telling these things in the memory of the original master.

　　 Dubai Galvin really showed an awkward expression on his face, and there were also exclamations from the crowd. The faith of the Orthodox Church was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

　　 The church awarding medals will not be published in newspapers, and it is obviously impossible to lie on such occasions. Before the young Galvin walked over, he did not expect that the first step to dismount the horse would fail.

　　 "Young man?"

　　 He narrowed his eyes and wanted to change the subject.

　　 "Yes, I will be 21 at the end of April next year. How old are you now?"

　　 Embarrassment appeared on Galvin's face again. Noble, he never read newspapers, so it is impossible to get information about this grand prize winner from newspapers. He thought that Baron Williams would be 18 years old at most.

　　 "I ask you, are you Miss Windsor's male companion?"

　　 has reached this point, he has no way to back up, and in his heart he scolds the friend who has given him an idea.

"Yes it is."

　　 As he spoke, he gradually realized that this was an ordinary event that would be jealous.

　　 "Then why don't you dance with Miss Windsor? Is it a gentleman's work to leave the beautiful lady alone in the prom lounge area?"

　　 "Is it a gentleman's work to interrupt everyone's dance party?"

　　 Miss Windsor couldn't help standing up, but Jenkins shook her head lightly at her. This time he has to solve the matter by himself, otherwise others will think he is a soft persimmon.

"you you......"

　　 Mr. Galvin is not good at speech, at least not as good as the playmaker William. The impulse of the young man, coupled with the pressure of being watched by hundreds of people, made him make a decision that he regretted a second later.

　　 "I...I want to fight you!"

　　 impulsively took off his white gloves and threw them at Jenkins's feet, but couldn't believe his courage was so great in his heart.

　　 "Enough, Galvin, you are embarrassing your family."

　　Miss Windsor couldn't help it anymore. She wanted to stop this ridiculous comedy, and she worried that the weak writer would get hurt, but Jenkins moved faster.

　　 "It is shameful to litter in such a beautiful hall."

　　 He bent down and picked up the gloves, "But I accept the duel."

　　 After a second of silence, as if a bomb exploded from the banquet hall, the sound almost shattered the glass. Since 1857, the Kingdom of Fedictri has never had such a formal duel invitation and acceptance.

　　 The host finally appeared in the chaotic scene, and the inviter of the dance had to show up to quiet the scene for a while. He obviously has a great relationship with Miss Windsor, so he repeatedly asked Jenkins and Galvin whether their duel was serious.

　　 Despite the boos coming from the crowd, the middle-aged man still asked three times before he announced that the duel was established.

　　 At this time, Galvin had no idea what to say. He was just thinking that once he refused, he would be called "Cowardly Galvin" in the future. But after agreeing to it, I regretted it again, because the noble Galvin did not bother to learn fighting skills.

　　 He glanced at his opponent, and thanked the gods in his heart. He was just a poor man who grew up eating cabbage and carrots, and he was a writer by profession.

　　 As if someone had deliberately arranged it, a notary public who notarized the duel appeared on the scene. The two men were surrounded by their names on the documents and their fingerprints were pressed. Then someone rode in a carriage to quickly search for armor and swords.

　　 At this time, the anger in Miss Windsor's eyes could not be suppressed. She wanted to persuade Jenkins again, but Jenkins was so firm with her back facing her. Thinking of what he said at dinner yesterday, Miss Windsor was sure that this man would not easily forgive this person who insulted his reputation.

　　 "But you can't beat him again..."

　　 She sighed helplessly, remembering all the people who were making a fuss in her heart, and then quietly said a word in the ear of the waitress beside her. The attendant nodded and ran out of the banquet hall with his skirt.

　　 The nobles of Bel Dylan have not encountered such a thing for many years. When I was out looking for duel equipment, people who heard about it kept coming from all over the city.

　　 When the final duel started, the number of onlookers had nearly doubled.

　　 Although it is said to be armor, the protective gear only covers the deadly parts, and does not even affect the movement of the limbs. The two weapons are stabbing swords, the one that can really kill.

　　 "Do you need me to tell you the rules?"

　　 Someone asked Jenkins softly, this is Miss Windsor’s friend.

　　 "No need, I have studied some."

　　 Of course, Hathaway’s course will not include the duel part, and she never imagined what Jenkins would do at Bel Dylan. But because the journey on the train was too boring, Jenkins stayed in Roen, but learned a lot of seemingly useless knowledge from the prince.

　　 "Gentlemen, you can start!"

　　 The notary yelled loudly, while Jenkins and Galvin put the stabbing sword in front of their faces and bowed to each other.

　　 Mr. Galvin took a deep breath, still unable to suppress the violent beating of his heart. He only felt how incredible this scene was. He shouldn't be standing here at this moment. The dance party and the salon are his home courts.

　　 What's even more incredible is that the opponent standing opposite actually rushed up first. His movements are so standard that even the swordsmanship teacher who was driven away by the great Mr. Galvin has absolutely no such skill.

　　 There was another exclamation in the crowd, and the surprised Mr. Galvin remembered to block. The stabbing swords of the two met together, and the agile writer easily pulled away his sword, and then pierced the armor of his heart.

　　 He was absolutely right. Before that second, the man on the other side wanted to stab his body without armor.

　　 "Baron Williams wins!"

　　 The notary public shouted again, and the crowd immediately broke out with surprisingly neat boos.

　　 Jenkins danced an unskilled sword flower in the air, then retracted his stabbing sword, watching Galvin slowly collapse to the ground.

　　 "Sorry, you played well."

Section 432 Chapter 426: Daggers are born first (7/10)

Jenkins also thought about making a few wounds for young people who don’t know how to do it before winning, but he also considered that he was bullying people, and doing so would damage the image of a great writer and may affect the sales of the next book. Therefore, They won the victory simply and neatly.

　　It's not that his swordsmanship is superb, he just learned the most basic tricks from Miss Stuart. The increase in the level of the gifter makes the body's flexibility and reaction speed extremely strong...Moreover, the opponent is too weak.

　　 The banquet has reached this level, naturally there is no need to continue. Most of the onlookers felt that their intentions were still unfinished. They originally thought it would be the kind of rumored, evenly matched duel.

　　 But most of the ladies feel that this is already very good. Gentle and elegant duels are so handsome. Not to mention the losers who feel that their lives are extremely gloomy, the ladies screamed loudly when Jenkins tried to pass through the crowd, and constantly stuffed their handkerchiefs, silk gloves, lipstick and even eardrops into his hands.

　　 When Jenkins finally reunited with his cat and walked out the door of the banquet hall on his own, his possessions totaled more than the proceeds from illegal potions.

　　 "Do I need to return these to them?"

　　 he asked in trouble.

　　 Miss Windsor did not deal with the endgame, but personally sent Jenkins into the carriage. She shook her head slightly, thought about it, and took off the ruby ​​earring on her right and handed it to him.

　　 "What exactly does this mean?"

　　 With such a question, the writer traveled far in the carriage. Miss Windsor stood in place with her mouth pursed, and soon another carriage came from the corner of the street and stopped in front of her.

　　 Duke Douglas Gerrod has got out of the carriage with a worried expression on his face.

　　 "You are late."

　　 "Baron..."

　　 "He is fine, and he won."

　　 "That's good, otherwise I won't have the face to see the queen. This matter, absolutely can't just end like this, just wait!"

　　 The old man slammed his cane against the ground.

　　 Jenkins didn't care much about defeating an ordinary person in a duel. He just hoped that this kind of thing would not happen to him in the future.

　　 I can understand how to think about it, someone must have instigated the young man who doesn't know the heights. But no matter what the reason is for the person behind, he will not end well.

　　 The news of the church is naturally very well-informed. When Jenkins returned to his palace with the yawning cat, Bishop Stricker was already waiting for him.

　　 "Sorry, St. Williams, for making you encounter such a dirty thing in Bel Dylan."

　　 When there are no outsiders, this gentleman always calls Jenkins like that.

　　 "This is not your fault. The sage teaches us to be humble, but it does not mean that we should put others' faults on ourselves."

　　 While he was talking, he drew the holy emblem on his chest:

　　 "But I think that the weekend I spent in Bel Dylan should not be disturbed by others anymore."

　　 "Of course, you will definitely be able to spend a pleasant weekend here. I wish you a good dream!"

　　 "I wish you a nice dream too."

　　 He smiled and nodded, then walked back to his bedroom.

There are many advantages to living here, the most important of which is that it is almost impossible for outsiders to invade, but if people living inside want to sneak out, they only need to master the patrol timetable, route map, and have certain Good skill, then there is no problem.

　　 Jenkins took a nap, then came to the city with the psychic board with Chocolate. The room where Higgins's corpse was stored showed no signs of intrusion, and the hair was still in place.

　　 Since the time of death is very close, and there are both corpses and the place of death, the psychic board can't wait to play its role almost after the name is written.

　　 The eyes of the four statuettes shimmered, and then they turned neatly to the place where the ghost appeared. Jenkins only recently discovered that their function is to detect the location of the soul being channeled, but for him who has the real eye, this is of little use.

　　 "I want to know, why are you looking for this mask?"

　　 He raised the question again.

　　 "Mr. Sid asked me to find it."

　　 The transparent spirit answered with a dull voice.

　　 "Who is Mr. Sid?"

　　 "My leader, he brought me into the world of the gifter."

　　 Jenkins nodded, so the dead man in front of him is just a **** of a gifter, no wonder he is only one level at this age.

　　 "Tell me everything you know about Mr. Sid."

　　 "I met Mr. Sid, it was the autumn 7 years ago..."

　　 I don't know if it is because he is a gifter, or because his soul is strong, his soul's ability to resist the black mist is stronger than all the spirits in the past, so he can tell more information.

At least before Jenkins smashed his soul, he already knew that the so-called "Mr. Sid" was not a benefactor who was often active in Bel Dylan. He usually contacted Higgins once in a few months and assigned him a task. As well as payment-knowledge of the occult.

　　 This person never reveals his true face, and his voice is also a false sound. This time I met with Higgins a week ago, and asked to go directly to the old place to see him after getting the mask.

　　Higgins does not know the specific strength of the mysterious Mr. Sid, but knows some of his commonly used code names. One of them is "The Dagger was born first", because his soul emblem is just like a dagger.

　　 "Oh, I seem to have heard of this person from somewhere."

　　 It’s not as if it took a long time for Jenkins to remember that he and Barnard had inadvertently broke into Mr. Hood’s party after passing the first treacherous world together. And the person who escaped from the party was the first to give birth to the dagger-shaped soul emblem.

　　 "Unexpectedly, we would have fate to meet."

　　 He waved his hand and burned the body with flames. After patiently handling the traces on the scene, he pretended to be tired and returned to the church.

　　 The news that two aristocratic youths engaged in a public duel was not known to the public. Although there are some messages in the city, they are all specious messages. Although people are keen on lace news among the nobles, the plague that broke out in the Kingdom of Nolan is the most important news now.

　　 Someone was deliberately suppressing the spread of the duel that night, and people who knew the reason had no time to worry about who was doing it. The new Baron Williams is definitely not without any background, an inexplicable storm is taking shape, and people with a little sensitivity can feel this.