This aristocrat lying on the ground in an embarrassed manner is none other than the former nobleman of Denlenburg, Viscount Cowen.

After the failure of the rebellion, he feared that he would be executed by the Count of Loire, so he fled to the Duchy of Bunkerson with his loyal knights, intending to seek refuge from the Duke of Bunkerson.

After he ran to the Duchy of Bunkerson, he did receive some courtesy, and at the same time successfully obtained the protection of Duke Bunkerson.

However, due to his status and defeat, he was always the one who was excluded from the aristocratic circles of the Duchy of Bunkerson.

And for such a long time, he has not shown super value, and his status in the heart of Duke Bunkerson has gradually declined.

In addition, he has no financial income, and can only rely on the Duke of Bunkerson to live on monthly handouts, but he still wants to maintain his previous extravagant life.

As a result, he couldn't even pay the knights' salaries, and without the mining estate, these knights were still willing to follow him, which was already considered benevolent.

But this time he couldn't pay even a meager salary, and the knights left Viscount Cowen's command to find other allegiances.

At this time, there were only two knights left by Viscount Cowen's side, oh, and two attendants who took care of Viscount Cowen's daily life.

The two knights can be said to be loyal to Viscount Cowen, and there is naturally a reason for him, and there must be a reason for the niche Viscount Cowen who can not ask for a salary.

The armor of the two knights was somewhat worn, but due to the lack of property, they had no money left to repair their armor.

And the smocks on their bodies are also a little tattered, but they still follow Viscount Curvin to serve without regrets.

"Your Excellency!"

The two knights saw the situation of Viscount Kewen in the rear, and hurriedly rushed to Viscount Kewen's side, one of them squatted down to help Viscount Kewen up, and kept greeting this Viscount Kewen, and his hands were also patting the dust on Viscount Kewen's body due to the fall.

As for the other knight, he drew his long sword from his waist, protected it in front of Viscount Kewen, and aimed the long sword at the nobleman who kicked Viscount Kewen.

"You have gone too far, you are both nobles, and you dare to insult my lord like this, please forgive me for not being able to bear it, so please accept my challenge!"

"If you win, then please apologize for what you did to my lord before!"

The knight took off his helmet and looked at the nobleman who had kicked down Viscount Cowen before, and said with a defiant look on his face.

When the other knight heard this, he hurriedly helped Viscount Kewen to sit on the root of the tree on the side, and then ran to the knight in a panic and pulled it to the back.

Said with a humble face and trepidation? "Please forgive me, my lord, his brain is a little abnormal, he just wants to defend our lord too much, please forgive him, please!"

"Don't stop me! Today I must seek justice for Lord Viscount! The knight, who had been pulled back, looked dismayed, and rushed from behind.

"Shut up!" The knight who interceded for him was very anxious to stop him again.

Cerf ignored the other knight's refusal and let him pull him stiffly, but he still looked at the nobleman with a provocative expression, as if he would not give up until he fought him.

"Shut up Cerf! Give me back! At this time, Viscount Cowen also spoke in the back, and he severely reprimanded the Cerf Knight and let the Cerf Knight come back.

"Do you hear that? Lord Viscount has spoken, come back to me, hell you look like a mad bull right now! The knight grumbled.

Just when the knight thought he had been able to avoid a conflict and relaxed, Sir Cerf did not follow the orders given to him by his most respected lord, Viscount Curwen.

Instead, he said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Lord Viscount, in the past, any order you gave me, even if it was to let me die on the spot, I would not hesitate to accept it!" ”

Sir Cerf paused, his tone slightly different, and continued, "But I will not allow anyone to tarnish your dignity and trample on your honor, and I will protect your dignity and honor, even if it costs me my life!" ”

As he spoke, he recalled the past countless times in his letters, when he was only the second son of a knight, and he was ostracized by his own brother in the first place.

Just when he almost offended his brother and was almost killed by his brother, it was Viscount Curvin who passed by and stopped his brother, saving him from being young and emaciated.

After that, Viscount Cowen took him in, taught him knowledge and combat skills, exercised his body, took good care of him in many things, and communicated with each other frequently, so that their relationship was more like that of father and son than of a prince.

It was as simple as that, but the figure of Viscount Curvin left a deep impression on Sir Serge's letters, and was the object of his lifelong admiration and affection.

"Roar, you want to duel with me, Viscount Serindil of the Duchy of Bunkerson?" The nobleman who had kicked down Viscount Kewen earlier asked with interest.

"Yes, if you still value honor, please accept my duel!" Sir Cerf said in a serious tone, wrapped in his helmet.

"Okay!"

Viscount Serendier waved his hand nonchalantly, and said lightly.

"Don't do that! Viscount Serindil, my knight has something wrong with his brain, he didn't mean to offend you, please don't pursue it! ”

Viscount Curvin also had feelings for Sir Ciff, and let go of his noble dignity and pleaded with Viscount Thrindyr, who had the same title.

However, Viscount Serindil didn't even glance at Viscount Cowen and said, "Very good! I accept your challenge, Sir Forrest, and go and fight him, and don't show mercy! ”

Sir Cerf was a little pleased when he heard the first words, but when he heard the rest of the words, he could not be more happy.

A little annoyed and with some questioning, he said: "Viscount Serindil, the object of my challenge is you, not your knights, please pay attention to the honor!" ”

And Viscount Thrindyr listened to Sir Serge's words, laughed, and said contemptuously: "According to the practice of the Goodells Empire, there is also the noble duel method of the Tskema Kingdom, and the high nobles can send their own vassals or knights to accept the duel of the lower nobles!" ”

"You don't even know about this, do you?"

As he spoke, Viscount Thrindir looked at Sir Serge, who had taken off his helmet in astonishment, and smiled meaningfully.

"Alright, didn't you say you were going to duel, let's start now, Sir Forrest, this is a duel, don't show mercy, do you hear me?"

Sir Forrest, on the other hand, looked sadly at Sir Forrest and at Ser Cerf worriedly.