Don't pick it up: You will be ashamed, if you pick it up, you may die.

Therefore, Rostov naturally chose...the former.

Yes, compared to fate, what a face is.

"You are just a mere earl, and this duke will not be familiar with you.

Duel! Wait until you are promoted to Duke."

Rostov reluctantly found a reason in embarrassment.

Although he also saw that other people's eyes were a little subtle now, he couldn't control that much.

Compared with face, life is more important.

At this time, Lucifer said softly with interest.

"Promoted to Duke?"

Although the sound of this sentence was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present.

They thought about it before they suddenly discovered a problem.

Yeah! Standing in front of me is...The King of Britain.

Whether Tristan is a Duke or not is a matter of one sentence.

Of course, Lucifer himself would definitely not do this.

This will cause cracks in his system, but it does not prevent him from letting people here associate it.

After all, in the noble system, whether to be promoted to Duke or not is sometimes... to see whether the king is happy or not.

Thinking of this, the others immediately looked at Rostov with more subtle eyes.

Wanyi Sifeier suddenly let Tristan be promoted to Duke, the matter of the duel... "I will not have the general knowledge of young people like you to be promoted to Duke. In the final analysis, what aristocrats need is connotation and culture. It's not a martial artist who fights you at every turn like you.

Too superficial! Rude!"

Thinking of this, Rostov immediately added.

This time he directly stated that he would not fight.

Don't give Lucifer any reasonable chance to kill him.

At this time, Kurakin also stood up to support Rostov.

"That's right! That's right! What is the fun of duel, our duke would not do such a meaningless thing."

Their words are not right, but fortunately they are thick-skinned.

But...Bezukhov looked at these people with contempt.

If it is a good provocation, why do you persuade you as soon as people say a duel.

Facing steel.

Several enemies here also shot back at Bezukhov with their eyes at the same time.

To Gang, do you think we are sand sculptures? At this time, the Marquis of Gluck, who is in the same camp, can't stand it.

He also despised the group of people around him.

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"Huh! A bunch of cowards! Knight King, right?

I heard that you are very interested, and I accept your duel.

Before launching a challenge to Cú Chulainn, I just used you to practice hands.

Come on, fight with me, Knight King."

This...three-meter-high giant roared. Under the full force of his whole body, the nobleman's dress burst on the spot, exposing the muscles of his upper body like a rock.

Seeing such a discordant scene in front of her, Lucifer held Anna in her arms in advance to prevent her eyes from being polluted.

"Your brain has shrunk severely because of your height, or is your brain only muscles left, and you don't understand what I just said at all."

Lucifer said to the giant in front of him.

At this moment Gluck seemed to react too.

He looked at Tristan, he walked a few steps, and directly picked up the gloves on the ground.

"Hey! Defeating him can challenge you, right?

Anyway, I just beat one more person, it is my warm-up exercise.

Go! Boy, I'll go down."

After that, this...the giant came directly to the guardrail, he jumped over the guardrail and jumped directly from the sky.

The height of more than ten meters above the ground is a trivial matter to this... giant.

He fell from a height like a rock and hit the ground directly.

Suddenly, dust bursts in the training ground.

His hand caused quite good visual effects.

The soldiers training in the training ground stopped their movements and looked at Gluck.

They cheered enthusiastically.

At this moment, Tristan didn't jump down with it, he turned to look at Lucifer.

Hope to get permission from Wang.

Lucifer nodded slightly and agreed.

After Tristan bowed and saluted, he also walked to the guardrail.

He also jumped down the guardrail, but his movements were not as exaggerated as Marquis Gluck, his movements were very elegant and light.

Even when his feet fell on the ground, no dust was seen under his feet.

Facing the upcoming duel, the training soldiers completely stopped training, they were shouting to cheer for their heroes.

Gluck didn't start the duel right away, he looked at the weapon rack next to him, and finally chose a two-handed giant axe that opened the front.

He held the giant axe in one hand, as if it wasn't enough..., he went to find a single-edged giant axe.

With dual wielding great axes, his upper body is naked, and with his vicious face, the whole feels like a berserker.

Compared to the fierce appearance of this...Earl, Tristan looked much more normal.

Or it was too weak, he took out his bow and piano.

If you just look at it from the outside, you can see through the strength of two people at a glance.

However, fighting is not about whoever is bigger is stronger.

"Boy, you are bad luck when you meet me.

I hate a little white face like you the most. With a face, I can come back calmly between ladies and elders and do whatever they want with her, but a man like me is hated by them as soon as he gets close.

.

Damn it, what's the use of being handsome? It's not just being flat.

Men can play.

I want to fix you well, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame your timid king."

Gluck pointed his head at Tristan, his expression distorted.

His words did not cause Tristan to react.

"Because of jealousy, I was completely different, and in the end I couldn't even see what I looked like, and I could only become a beast.

What a sad story."

Tristan closed his eyes.

It seems to have the temperament of a troubadour.

And his words undoubtedly angered Gluck in front of him even more.

"Damn it! You are still a poet, you can't... forgive, never forgive a handsome poet.

See me immediately squash your face,."

Furious, Gluck swung his axe and rushed towards Tristan.

In the corridor connecting the ground training ground to the lounge, Kuchurin and Di Lumuduo quietly observed the duel.

"Did that guy Gluck get irritated? How could he not see him for a while and become like a crazy pig?

Although he was stupid enough before."

Cuchurin leaned against the wall and said silently.

"I heard that his fiancee seemed to elope with a handsome bard.

Maybe there is a reason for this, so he has only now become: when he sees a handsome face, he will hit someone."

Dilumudo told the news he had heard.

Cuchurin looked at the giant over there again, his eyes full of sympathy, of course more gloating.

Finally, he reminded his friends.

"Then you have to be careful, glorious look."

If you want to talk about handsome guys, this one...Brush is handsome, he's still quite overkill.

"It's okay, he can't beat me.

Compared to him, Britain’s [Demon String] is really a tricky opponent."

Dilumudo's gaze was more toward Tristan.

"That kind of weird attack can be launched with fingers, which is quite insidious."

Cuchulin also carefully observed Tristan.

Gluck over there was already bloodied, but Tristan didn't even suffer any injuries.

The gap between the two is clear at a glance.

Of course, Kuchurin felt that the reason for this overwhelming gap was related to the fighting methods on both sides.

Otherwise, although Gluck is not as powerful as Tristan, he will not be hanged.

In his heart, he also began to think about how to crack the [Monster String].

That kind of...invisible attack. Just like cutting tofu, he cut the weapon rack next to it with ordinary weapons. He didn't think it was fun when it touched the body.

The battle below naturally also caught the eyes of those who watched the battle above.

"It seems that the so-called title level does not determine a person's own strength or weakness. Think about it. If a country can only judge a person's strength based on the title, then the country is almost over."

Lucifer smiled, his words seemed to be talking to himself, but they meant something.

Naturally, Kurakin's face was even more ugly.

Seeing that the person they were expecting was hung and beaten, these nobles felt that their face was a little unbearable.

They can't match Lucifer in force, so they want to find their presence in other ways.

"No matter how powerful it is, it's just one person in the final analysis. His ability to defeat Gluck does not mean he can defeat thousands of troops.

Besides, what about being strong, it's not just being someone else's hand."

Kurakin can only barely say this at this time... to use for self-comfort.

"Yes, what I wait for the nobles has never needed force.

That kind of thing is too superficial, it doesn't suit us at all.

I wait for aristocrats' bloodlines to be naturally noble, so naturally there is no need to compare with the next."

Paulkansky nodded immediately, agreeing.

At this time Rostov became like a chicken blood.