In the empty hall, sunlight shone in from the skylight, and dust appeared and disappeared among the light columns. Between the columns were many German nobles in gorgeous clothes. Their eyes were concentrated in the center of the hall, and two knights in chain mail walked up from both sides. In addition to the chain mail, they were wearing their own family heraldic shirts and each carrying swords on their waists.

The knight who walked over from the west was in his prime, with his bulging arm muscles full of tension. When he walked around, the chain mail skirt that reached the upper part of his thigh made a rustling sound. The parts on the sword rubbed gently with the armor and made a jingle sound. In addition to the family heraldry, the knight's shirt also had two rows of small shield patterns on the upper left side of the chest. The shield on each side represented the glory he received when he participated in the Knights' Competition.

The knight who walked over from the east had a pretty and young face and a straight figure, but had an indescribable majesty. He wore a pair of plate armor on his arm, and the black lion emblem on his shirt was swaying in his teeth and claws. Two servants handed him a pointed shield. The nobles around him looked at him with complex emotions.

"Dear champion Andrew, and our respected palace minister Arod, today's duel will be presided over by our most noble Duke Eble. With the attendance and witness of all the court officials and nobles of the Principal of Mason, justice and justice will be held in the hands of God." The messenger announced loudly, his voice echoed above the dome of the Lord's Hall, and his strong voice was heart-stirring.

Although the ceremony of inheriting the Duke has not been held, Eble was already popular as Duke. He could officially become Duke Mason by just completing the oiling ceremony in the church. He saw him sitting on the throne of the lord, looking at Arod in the venue with concern, but this was the duel that Arod himself promised. The duel between the nobles was sacred and related to his personal reputation. Even he could not cancel it. Below Duke Eble's left hand, there was a high-backed wooden chair slightly smaller than the lord's seat. Princess Josie wore a blond hairdress and a white tassel pleated skirt. The outer cover was covered with a green wool velvet gold-edged robe. Her hair and chin were wrapped in a white headscarf, and her beautiful eyes were always staring at Arod in the venue.

Earl Lauziz stood at the bottom right of Duke Ebul with a gloomy face. I wonder if it was intentional, Duke Ebul did not allow anyone to arrange a seat for the blood-related count. This also seemed to indicate that Earl Lauziz was gradually losing his power in Mason's court.

Arod tightened the leather straps on his arm on his arm. He looked at Andrew, who was strong in front of him, like a fierce bull. If his eyes could kill people, Arod believed that he must have been split into pieces. His eyes contained resentment and jealousy.

"Sir Andrew."

"Master Aruod Palace Master." The two pulled out their swords and performed a knight salute to each other, calling each other's title. Sir Andrew pulled out his sword with his sword with his hands behind his hands, then gently rotated the sword in the air, then threw the sword from in front of him, and then quickly caught it from in front of him, completing this series of movements with one hand. Although he knew that this was testing the balance of his sword, this dazzling action caused applause from the nobles in the hall.

"Haha." Arod looked at Andrew's performance as he tried his best. He didn't know if this was the purpose of Sir Andrew being influenced by the West Franks and showing off his fancy to attract the attention of the people. However, the nobles in the public looked at Arod with unsatisfactory eyes, hoping that Arod would make a more outstanding move, but they were disappointed. Arod just pulled out his sword and placed it on his waist to put it in a plow position. His other hand pressed the shield tightly in front of his left, and his knees slightly bent and moved the center of gravity down.

"Hmph." Sir Andrew's smile appeared with a contemptuous smile. He seemed to be careless and took a step forward slightly. He was full of contempt for this rural explosive thief in his heart. Andrew's swordsmanship grew up through exchanges and discussions with the West Frank Knights. It not only focuses on practicality but also has great viewing. After all, in the West Frank Knights, in addition to fighting and fighting each other to gain wealth, it is more important to attract the favor of noble ladies, because these rich and generous noble ladies will spend money to buy equipment for their happy knights, just like those crazy star-chasing people in later generations.

On the contrary, Arod, from the beginning of coming to this world, he waved his sword on the battlefield with the men in the Wendel family. As a rural aristocrat, the Wendel family pursued simple sword skills. How to defeat the enemy and preserve itself is the first choice. This is also in line with the customs and traditions of the Germans. In order to survive in this world, Arod did not forget to swing his sword every day to exercise.

The gorgeous sword and the simple sword finally collided with each other. Sir Andrew held up his left hand, and the sword in his right hand attacked like a strong wind sweeping the fallen leaves. He sometimes slashed head-on, sometimes turning around and blocking his steps, attacking from all directions around Arod.

Arod frowned and firmly covered his body with a shield, ignoring the stabbed sound on the shield. He took a firm T-step under his feet and stabbed from the standard plow position with a sword in the gap between Andrew's attack. Everyone was puzzled because Arod's attack was too conservative and completely inconsistent with his witty reputation. Baron Wendell was also a little confused when he stood beside him. He taught Arod all his sword skills, including the deception sword force, but these were not used by Arod, and he looked like he was being crushed and beaten by Andrew.

"Arude." Looking at Arude who was suppressed at the beginning, Princess Josie tightened her hands nervously, stretched her neck and looked down worriedly.

"Huh~." Andrew finally stopped his fierce attack. He exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest. Looking at Arod, hiding behind the shield, he felt like he was punching the air. This depression and anger finally broke out.

"Drink." Andrew shouted violently, and kicked Arod's shield, kicking Arod and his shield out. Then he held his sword tightly, and the sword edge passed through the light beam shot from the skylight, and a little blue light appeared. He slashed at Arod's loss of shield protection. At this moment, the nobles around him exclaimed, and Earl Lauziz's expression became very strange.

Arod's eyes never left Andrew's sword. When the sword edge passed through the blue light exposed by the sun, it finally verified the news that Harvey brought to him. It was the night before, when everyone fell asleep, Arodie knocked on the door of Arod's room.

"Count Lauziz made trouble in tomorrow's duel." Harvey didn't care about Arod's surprised expression and said to him directly.

"Trouble?" Arod was still wearing a smooth silk pajama at this time, which was a gift from Duke Eble. Not to mention that it was indeed much more comfortable to rest in this thing.

"Yes, he handed a poison-coated sword to Sir Andrew. Tomorrow's duel Sir Andrew will kill you with this sword, and then take the opportunity to kill Duke Eble." Harvey looked a little nervous. She didn't expect that Count Lauziz would be so bold. This assassination method was blatant.

"If Sir Andrew killed me with a poisonous sword, the escort of Duke Eble will immediately protect him, so how could he do such a stupid thing?" Aruod felt a little incredible and asked in confusion.

"When Mrs. Yolanda was eavesdropping on the conversation between Earl Lauziz and his men, she heard that this poison is very special. At the beginning, it will make people feel weak as if they were injured. Just a little skin poison will penetrate the whole body, causing the person to die immediately."

"Hiss~~~." Aruod listened to Harvey's report and took a breath of air conditioning. There was really such a terrible chronic poison/drug in this world? He paced back and forth in his room, thinking about how to deal with this situation. After thinking about it, he finally thought of a good idea.

"Arod, you must stop this duel. No one will be injured in the hands of champion Andrew. As long as you get a little skin, you will be killed." Harvey's words were rushed and anxious. Although he seemed to never take Arrod seriously on weekdays, it can be seen from this that she attaches great importance to Arrod.

"No, the duel must continue. This is a good opportunity to expose Count Lauziz's evil face. As long as I seize his evidence, I can fight Count Lauziz and his party members in one place this time." Arod suddenly raised his head and said firmly to Harvey.

"Clang~~~." Seeing that the sword edge was about to chop towards Arod, Arod raised his sword and blocked it. The collision between the sword made a metal sound. Seeing that his attack was blocked, Sir Andrew opened his eyes wide and put the sword around his head, preparing to chop down fiercely. At this moment, two hunting dogs ran out of the side for some reason and pounced on Sir Andrew.

"Woom~~~." The sudden appearance of the hound disrupted the duel. Sir Andrew dodged left and right, but the two hounds were biting around him. In desperation, he swung his sword and slashed one hound. The hound made a whimper and rolled out for a distance to lie on the ground.

"Who did you put the dog in?" Duke Eble stood up and scolded in shock.

"Sorry, Lord Duke, this is my dog, huhhh." Arod stood up from the ground with difficulty. He took off his helmet and gasped.

"Arod, why is this?" Duke Eble asked in confusion, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the hall, and the nobles whispered to each other and couldn't understand what was going on.

"Because I suspect that Sir Andrew used a poison-coated sword, which was a duel full of conspiracy." Arod pointed out his hand at Andrew, who was pale and said loudly to the nobles in the hall.
Chapter completed!