Charles threw away the Twilight Knight's sword and shouted "Look at the punch", his fists flickering to attract the opponent's attention, and then a sinister black kick curled the mighty Revenant into a large prawn.

"Fool, a revenant doesn't play peek-a-boo with me, but wants to play a fair head-to-head duel, do you think you're a warrior?"

Charles gasped and mocked, the duel was short, but it was the most exciting experience of his life, and now that victory was in sight, the anger and repression in his heart were released freely, and he had a feeling of excitement that he had never felt before.

"Humble ..... Disdain....."

"Bang!"

"Whew...."

"Shhh

Charles withdrew his right foot, which was a little painful, and slowly squatted down in front of Horn Connell, and also had a new understanding of the physical strength of the seventh-order transcendent, if it weren't for the idiot Charles Chevalier who has been insisting on the basic training of the warrior system all these years, his body strength is much larger than that of ordinary people, and it is estimated that he will not be able to get the opponent with one kick.

"Despicable? You tell me that you are despicable, and you are a seventh-rank transcendent who forces me to duel with you, isn't it despicable?

"But you have the Bow of the Moon Shadow and the Knight of Dusk, and this armor blessed by the Archbishop of the Church of Twilight, and ...... Spear of the evil Ancoral, is it fair?"

Charles shook his somewhat fat fist, "I don't use weapons right now, the duel between us is fair!"

"But...... You said you used your fists...... But so...... Vile...... This is detrimental to the dignity of the nobility...... Are you going to let the glory of the Chevalier family go to the dust?" Horn Connell felt the pain growing more intense, his hands scrambling over a vulnerable spot, and the endless panic in his heart made him grit his teeth.

I am a graduate of the Great Heavenly Empire Social University, and the teacher has been using this method on me since kindergarten, and I don't know how many different routines I have seen over the years, I will believe in your evil?

Charles said lightly: "If I defeat you, I have already maintained the honor of the family, as for the rest..... I don't need you to think about it for me, tell me now...... Who gave you information on my whereabouts? ”

"The duel is not over yet, as a noble ....."

"Bang!"

"Shhh..... Sizzle"

Horn Connell wanted to continue talking, but Charles punched him in the lower abdomen, causing him to "hiss" and inhale, and he looked at Charles viciously, only to find that the other party's eyes were full of banter and ridicule. At this time, he finally realized that this fat man who looked innocent had a treacherous manner that was not commensurate with his age.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I admit defeat in this duel, I will pay enough ransom, according to the custom of the nobility I need to be treated in the same way as my status. ”

"Surrender, surrender your sister! You just wanted my life, and now you want to go back alive? What an idiot!"

The banter in Charles' eyes slowly turned to cruelty, and a large fist rose and slammed into Horn Connell's body in succession.

"Bang!"

"Whew...."

"This punch is black-haired,"

"Bang!"

"Gross.... I.... Add money...."

"This punch is Vic's ....."

"Bang!"

"I surrender, I surrender ...... specially"

Horn Connell's screams and Charles's loud shouts echoed across the moonlit field, and the people around watched him punch after punch, like a fallen soldier who had lost his comrades venting his resentment and grief.

"This punch is Kemande's ....."

"Bang!"

"I ..... Say.... I...... Say..... Stop ......," Horn Connor finally lowered his voice and begged for mercy.

He wasn't a tough guy either, Charles saw the shadow of death with a hammer blast, he felt that his internal organs had begun to shatter, and he felt that if he held on any longer, he would really be beaten to death by this stupid and cunning guy.

"It's Viscount Forde, Viscount Forde Chacoman came to Pacheco, and when he made peace talks with us, he casually revealed the news of your entry into Spaya, and said with a smile that Prince Borenvia should be careful about his head....." Horn Connell said in a barely audible voice the answer Charles wanted.

"Forde Zaikoman?" Charles thought about it carefully, and there was no such person in his memory, so he had to memorize the name firmly.

Charles stood up and turned around, leaning over to pick up the "Twilight Knight" on the ground, Horn Connell breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly sat up, this fat man's fist was too heavy, he, a revenant, was not a transcendent person known for his physical strength, he really couldn't help this crazy thrashing, and now his body was full of internal injuries.

"I'll send the ransom to Trend, and I'll keep ..... with the honor of the Connell family"

Horn Connell had just sat up when he saw Charles turn abruptly, a faint light streaked over, and his vision began to drift and spin.

Horn Connell was a well-informed veteran and knew that there was only one reason for this strange phenomenon – his head had been cut off.

"Oh ⊙∀⊙!"

There was an exclamation all around, although Foreman and the others and the knights of Engel were far away from Charr, but Horn Connell's screams and begging for mercy still reached their ears, and everyone understood that Charles had no reason to kill Horn Connell, and with Horn Connell's status, he was definitely willing to pay a large ransom.

At this time, Charles was also stunned, and at the moment when he killed Horn Connor, a special feeling was generated in his body, as if a layer of solid ice had melted, and it seemed that years of depression had diminished a little.

"Killing...... Is it addictive?"

Charles shook his head violently, dispelling the excitement, picked up Horn Connell's head, helped him restore his dead eyes, and then walked towards Byrne with a very arrogant look that he didn't recognize.

But what no one noticed was that Charles picked up the Revenant's head and pinched an inconspicuous patina metal ring in his hand.

"Are you alright, Lord Earl?"

Byrne had already subdued Lund, who had picked up his life because of his fall, and when he saw Charles walking over with Horn Connell's head, he hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just a little bit of a minor injury,"

Charles moved his weak and sore shoulders for a moment, and pretended to be a little forced, but in fact, the discomfort in his body was much stronger than others imagined, and he just endured it for the sake of face.

"Unexpectedly, Lord Earl..... Remember their names....."

Byrne's eyes were a little red, just now when Charles shouted out the names of "Black Hair", "Vic", "Kemand" and others while frantically shaking his fists, he was really moved, he couldn't imagine that a high-ranking noble lord would do such things that damaged the dignity of the nobility for the sake of his own vulgar commoners.

"Well, I should have remembered that they all died because of me! The status of the nobles may be more prominent, but the nobles are people, and the commoners are also people, and life ..... It doesn't matter if you're high, am I right?"

Byrne nodded heavily, his whole eye socket red.

Charles patted Byrne on the shoulder, and turned to look at the young knight who was sitting on the ground with stupid eyes, "What's your name?"

Instead of answering Charles, Lund muttered, "..... Why did you kill him, he has already surrendered....."

"He refused to answer one of my questions, so I have no mercy to him, tell me your name now, and then say what you think is the reasonable amount of ransom. Charles decided to hide the story from Forde Czakoman, and then slowly investigated the truth.

"Teacher...... Maybe I really don't know...... ，”

"Answer my question!" Charles shook the knight's sword in his hand, he was now trying to make a "I'm not easy to mess with" image, so he didn't mind killing a few more people for those who were secretly watching him.

"I'm sorry Lord Earl, but my name is Lund Emile, and I'm willing to pay..... Honorarium of three hundred gold pounds....."

Lund snapped awoke, he suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard from his teacher not long ago, and deduced another cause of Horn Connell's death, and the sweat on his head was dripping down, and he hastened to report the maximum amount of money he could raise.

"Three hundred gold pounds..... How much?"

“......”

Byrne whispered to Charles next to him: "The gold pound is about the same as the gold louis, and three hundred gold pounds is equal to six thousand livres....."

"It's only six thousand livres, that's a little little!" said Charles, continuing to shake the sword in his hand.

"Oh, Lord Earl, he should only be the son of a minor nobleman, and he doesn't know if he has the right to inherit, so six thousand livres ......" Byrne glanced at the ornament on Lund's armor, speculating on his exact worth.

"Forget it, take him with you, and we'll talk about it when we get to Ferente. ”

With a whistle, Charles summoned the big black horse that had run off into the distance, tied Horn Connor's head to the saddle, and went to collect the Ancoral's spear that had just made him feel uneasy.