Maybe he didn't expect Renard to explode into foul language, or maybe a good tutor didn't teach Seniore how to deal with the scene in front of him, so when he heard these four words, his reaction was not to be furious, but to be stunned on the spot.

Silence, complete silence, as if an embroidery needle would make an earth-shattering noise when it fell to the ground.

The drunkards who were watching the excitement withdrew in an instant, as if they were afraid that the fight would be splashed with blood, and as if they were afraid of contaminating the bad luck on Renard's body.

Everyone lowered their voices and discussed, betting on what would happen to this adventurer who dared to argue with the members of the Cronin family, and the best case scenario would be a missing arm and a broken leg.

Senior's face turned as red as pig's liver, and he asked in a gloomy tone, "What did you just say, say it again." ”

"Roll out of the mother's wave. Renard repeated it nonchalantly.

Others are afraid of the Cronin family, he is afraid of a chicken, and his great-grandfather Sam is a follower of His Majesty Rochelle, a hereditary duke, with a higher title than the head of the Cronin family.

Moreover, the Duncan family is a powerful nobleman and a feudal official, and there is a duke, a marquis, seven earls, more than a dozen viscounts, and more than forty barons, sitting on 50,000 square kilometers of barren land, which is not a soft persimmon that anyone can knead.

Although the relationship between these cheap relatives is not close, if an outsider dares to provoke, they will also unite and unite with the outside world.

Cliffor and Fat Henry sighed at the same time, and the two couldn't help but think that maybe it won't be long before the conflict between the two young people will rise to the conflict between the Duncan family and the Cronin family.

Perhaps fearing that the contradiction would develop to the point where it could not be reconciled, Miss Heidi suddenly reminded her: "Your Excellency, pay attention to your attitude, and please also pay attention to your words. ”

She was obviously still facing Renard, and said to Seniore with a cold face: "Your Excellency Senior, this is not a lowly adventurer, but my friend, a descendant of the Duncan family, the future master of Fort St. Brieux, the future baron, Your Excellency Lenard Duncan. ”

Renard was a little fluttering when he heard these titles, but he still reflected in time, straightened his chest and said, "What are you to dare to be so rude to me. ”

Senior's anger was almost blown up, but reason prevailed over anger, and he threw out his gloves: "I'm going to duel you." ”

The aristocratic education made it impossible for him to fight in public, and it was even more impossible to open his mouth to scold, so he could only angrily issue a war letter: "If you are a man, don't refuse." ”

This is the advantage of growing up in a barren land, even the most cultivated nobles can scold two ugly words in a fit of anger, and the other party can only hold back the fire.

Renard wanted to refuse, but for the sake of face, he still picked up the gloves, patted the dust on them, put them in his pocket, and asked in a contemptuous tone: "Time, place." ”

Seeing that he accepted his invitation to dueling, Senior's angry expression calmed down slightly, and he said solemnly: "Two days later, at noon, in the downtown square. ”

Then he added, "Don't try to run away, my people will stare at you." ”

Renard shook his head with disdain: "Whoever instigates is the grandson." ”

Ignoring his insulting words, Seniore reached out to pull Miss Heidi away, but was quietly dodged by the other party.

His face became even more gloomy, and his gaze wandered between Renard and Heidi several times, and finally he threatened hatefully, "You wait for me." ”

After Seniore walked out the door, the tavern was silent for a long time, and the drunkards looked at each other, and then burst into laughter as if they had exploded.

Fat Henry wiped his wine glass and came to Renard's side, and asked curiously, "Are you sure you want to duel with the other party?"

"Can't you?" Renard stretched, "He's strong?"

"Like you, beginner swordsman. Miss Heidi shrugged, "But he's from the Cronin family after all." ”

Renard poured the rest of the wine into his mouth and asked vaguely, "What, if you can't beat it, will you overwhelm people with force?"

"Will the Duncans be afraid?" Miss Heidi smiled and shook her head, "I mean Seniors are rich. ”

She bit the word rich very hard, as if to emphasize something.

Renard didn't quite understand what the other party meant: "Is it good to be rich, I am also very rich." ”

Hearing this, Cliffor smiled strangely and stepped forward and said, "That kid at Senior's has a complete set of enchanted equipment. ”

"Poof!" The wine in Renard's mouth suddenly squirted out: "Cheng...... A complete set of enchanted equipment?"

Fat Henry expressed pity: "If you can break through to a high-level martial artist before the duel, or also get an enchanted equipment, you may be able to break his turtle shell." ”

"There's a third way. Cliffor laughed and said, "Hurry up and run." ”

Renard knew with his toes that he couldn't say anything good, so he just ignored it.

Miss Heidi spoke, "This is because of me, and I can lend you a few pieces of enchanted equipment if necessary." ”

"Miss Heidi doesn't have confidence in my strength?" Renard raised an eyebrow.

The other party was silent, and then showed a helpless look: "It's not that I don't have confidence in you." ”

She didn't go on, but turned her head to look at Fat Henry, and said in a pleading tone, "Mr. Henry, I would like to ask you for a favor, in the name of a private person. ”

Fat Henry did not hesitate, nodded and said, "It is my honor to serve you. ”

"Thank you. Miss Heidi received his reply with a beautiful smile on her face: "I hope you can use this duel to open an off-court bet." ”

Fat Henry was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the other party to make such a request.

Miss Heidi turned her head to look at Renard, and her tone became solemn: "Mr. Renard, you must win. ”

The other party suddenly used honorifics, which made Renard a little overwhelmed: "I'll do my best." ”

He really didn't dare to go to the sea, after all, he had seen the power of the beast hunting crossbow, and he was not sure that he could carry a few moves under the suppression of magic equipment.

As soon as Seniors made such a fuss, the four of them also lost their interest in drinking, greeted each other and dispersed.

Miss Heidi was preoccupied, as if her father's decision had hit her hard, and Wyan could faintly see in her eyes the ruthlessness and decisiveness that had not been seen for a long time.

Back at the lodgings, Cliffor fell asleep on the couch, while Renard sat on the steps of the doorway, staring at the banyan tree in front of him in a daze.

The streets are full of people, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the land, pulling the shadows of pedestrians.

Comfortable, Renard suddenly forgot his troubles and enjoyed a rare leisure time.

Mrs. Donna moved a chair and sat down beside him, holding the unfinished sweater in her hand, and the two of them sat quietly without speaking.