This year's harvest festival may go down in history, with sumptuous food and wine, spectacular circus performances, and duels between nobles and hillbillies, the city of bounty has never been more lively than it is today.

When Renard arrived at the downtown square, the scene in front of him was enough to describe the crowd of people, all three sects and nine streams gathered, and people were constantly pouring in from all directions.

He pushed away the crowd that was hugging him and fought his way to the makeshift dueling platform set up in the center of the square.

From time to time, there were curses from the crowd: "Bastard, you stepped on my feet." ”

A certain hot-tempered aunt glared at Renard: "What are you squeezing, anxious to find death?"

Renard was suddenly covered with black lines, if he didn't know the other party, he thought that the other party was deliberately cursing himself.

By the time he reached the edge of the ring with all his might, Senior's face was already impatient.

The impatience may have come from the belated Renard, or perhaps from the fat middle-aged man next to him with a flattering face: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, you will definitely win." ”

If it weren't for his good aristocratic education, Seniore would have taken off his boots and threw them in the face.

Today, Seniors was dressed in a very glamorous manner, with a silver helmet, silver visor, and a full set of silver openwork armor, a red ribbon encrusted with gems around his waist, and a short fiery red cloak with fine gold threads on his back.

The long sword at the waist is equally eye-catching, with a large diamond encrust at the end of the hilt and a honeysuckle pattern painted with gold and silver leaf on the wooden scabbard.

Renard's dress was like the difference between a beggar and a rich man, and he couldn't help but say with jealousy: "Flowery chicken." ”

After speaking, he jumped onto the dueling platform and walked to the opposite side of Senior: "Your Excellency, can the duel begin?"

Although he can curse a lot of ugly things in the tavern, he still has to maintain his proper demeanor when he goes to the dueling table, after all, Senior wants to package him as a hillbilly, so he will not let the other party get his way.

Seniore looked at Renard, who was no different from that day, and couldn't help but smile sarcastically at the corner of his mouth: "Have you given up on yourself, hillbilly." ”

Renard raised an eyebrow when he heard this, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "You talk a lot of nonsense. ”

Senior's smile froze suddenly, and he immediately drew his sword, the tip of which reached the bridge of Renard's nose: "Lord Brad, please hurry up and announce the beginning of the duel." ”

Brad?

When Renard heard this name, he couldn't help but cast a strange look at the fat middle-aged man, it turned out that this fat man was James's uncle and Cliffor's enemy - Brad.

The fat middle-aged man nodded his head, looking like a kind middle-aged uncle, if he hadn't learned from Cliffor's mouth that the other party was a smiling tiger, I am afraid that he would really be deceived by his appearance.

Brad walked to the center of the dueling stage and said to the crowd watching the excitement: "First of all, as the tax collector of the city of plenty, I sincerely wish everyone a happy harvest festival, and secondly, ......"

What followed was a half-hour speech, and the other party was worthy of a smiling tiger who was good at performing, and he still calmly recited his lines in the face of bursts of boos from the audience.

It wasn't until Senior's face turned pale and he was about to enter a state of rage that Brad stepped into the topic unhurriedly: "As the tax collector of the City of Plenty, I am honored to be the ...... of Your Excellency Seniors with ......"

Renard duly reminded: "Renard. ”

"I know. Brad glanced at him contemptuously and continued, "It is an honor to be a witness to the duel between His Excellency Seniors and Mr. Renard......"

Then there was another nearly ten minutes of speech, and when everyone in the audience had lost their enthusiasm and was about to fall asleep, Brad took out two contracts from his pocket, unfolded them, and circled the venue for half a week.

Then he said: "Although the duel is on point, in order to prevent unnecessary conflicts caused by unexpected events, we still have to sign a life and death contract according to the custom. ”

The contract of life and death is a disclaimer, and the content is nothing more than that no matter who lives or dies on both sides of the duel, the family of the deceased must not trouble each other in any form.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the contract was not binding on the nobles, and it was even worse than wiping the butt paper in the face of power.

The two signed the contract, and in order to reflect the formality of the contract, Seniore even put a fire paint mark on it with a ring that represented his identity.

Brad then announced the start of the duel and jumped off the ring at a speed disproportionate to his size.

As a result, only Renard and Seniors were left in the dueling ring.

Just before the duel began, Seniore suddenly spoke: "Wait a minute, I want to make it clear beforehand, if you lose, please stay away from my fiancée, Miss Heidi." ”

Disgusting guy, Renard can only give such an assessment.

In two short sentences, he is directly portrayed as a little white face who has won his love, and Seniore himself is a brave young man who will not hesitate to risk his life to regain his beloved, and at the same time tells the people of the city of Plenty about Miss Heidi's relationship with him without leaving a trace.

I have to say that the other party's plan was very successful, and the duel stage exploded in an instant, if it wasn't for the guards to stop it, the rotten vegetable leaves were enough to drown Renard in an instant.

However, Renard was not a vegetarian either, and he never took advantage of him, so people learned of another version of the story from him: "Your Excellency, my relationship with Miss Heidi is not as bad as you say. ”

He tried to express his aggrieved and stubborn expression: "Actually, Miss Heidi and I have known each other for a long time, and we have a good impression of each other, but we dare not say it because of our identity. ”

As he spoke, Renard pursed his lips and cast a plea glance around: "Although His Excellency Seniors have known about this for a long time, they still chase after Miss Heidi in a vain attempt to break us up. ”

The story is short, but the content is really powerful.

Everyone thought of the poignant love story of a poor boy and a rich girl who fell in love with each other, but were ruthlessly separated by the family because of the identity gap, so everyone's sympathy couldn't help but overflow.

Senior's immediate desire to explain: "Not ......"

Reynard would not have given him time to defend himself, and immediately began to add fuel to his temper: "Your Excellency Seniore does not love Miss Heidi at all, and he married Miss Heidi for the sake of the family business of the City of Plenty. ”

Suddenly, the crowd that had just quieted down exploded again.

"I knew that the little white-faced nobleman was not at ease, and Miss Heidi must not marry someone with evil intentions. "Boy, we've got your back!" "Take back Miss Heidi!"

Well, to borrow the words of a faint king: untouchables are the best to be deceived.

People don't care what the truth is, they don't bother to dig deeper, and they can't go deeper, so what they expect is the truth.