Sir Augustine had previously instructed the Governor of the Peace, Saul Morrison, to carefully select his agent to participate in the judicial duel in his place. Jazz's purpose is self-evident, in order to prevent the two second-degree main culprits of the murder case from getting away with it, he must find the best sword fighting master to kill these two people completely in a duel.

Saul fully understands Jazz's plight, and he also thinks it is extremely dangerous to have the two second-degree principal offenders in the murder case bailed out on sure. However, he had no idea if the two second-degree main offenders had been trained in swordsmanship or other martial arts. In order to better perform his duties, he had to ask his deputy Thor to seek the help of Isabel Walton, the agent of the elite dueling.

At this time, Sir Augustine sat behind the judge's desk and looked at the somewhat restless Governor-General, "All right, Thor, you go back first." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Before leaving, Thor threw Isabel a grateful look.

After Saul left, Isabel smiled and looked at Judge Frederick, who was sitting on the side, "Your Excellency, how are you doing lately?" Did you go with Madame to visit Herbert's eldest son? ”

William smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your words of concern." ”

"Your Excellency, since you are here, who do you think should be used as a dueling agent to settle this case?" Sir Augustine glanced at his daughter, who wanted to continue the conversation with Sir William.

Isabel turned her face to her father again, "Your Excellency, are you planning to eliminate the two second-degree main culprits in the duel to avoid new chaos in the county?" ”

"Unfortunately, I have to make this arrangement. Not only should the criminals be punished fairly, but His Majesty the King and the Privy Council should see that we are doing our duty. ”

"Well, I am sure that His Majesty will not be happy to pardon the corrupt and hypocritical magistrates who have not done their duty. So, I think... It is up to me to act as an agent in this judicial duel. ”

Sir Augustine had already guessed that his daughter would have this intention, and sat behind his desk in silence without answering his daughter. Sir William on the side also had a sense of consternation, staring at Isabel with wide eyes, "Your Excellency, you should know what the outcome of the duel will be, I am afraid that you will be hurt unnecessarily, which will bring you and your family... Death. ”

Isabel sneered: "Your Excellency, I believe that I will not disappoint those who care about me. ”

The Duchess, after Isabel had ridden out of the castle, pondered the other party's words, "Is the judge in trouble?" Does Isabel have to go to the magistrate's court to solve the problem? ”

Mary thought for a long time without finding an answer, and when she turned her gaze to the Arabian horse in front of her, she immediately turned to the two Amy behind her and ordered: "Go find two guards to show me the way, and I will go to the magistrate's court at once." ”

"Madame, are you going to the magistrate's court?"

"Go."

In a few moments, two guards dressed in quasi-lancer armor and cloaks, and half-handed swords, ran into the stables and pulled out their horses. One of the guards explained to Mary, "Madame, the magistrate's court is a mile north of the castle, and it will soon be there. ”

Mary, dressed in a leotard dress, sat sideways on a stool and sat sideways on the back of the Arabian warhorse, grabbed the reins and ordered: "Very well, go." ”

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If judicial duels and honor duels between nobles still retain the ceremonial element, duels between commoners can almost be described as barbaric and ferocious. At this time, dozens of torches appeared on the dark school field of the security army, instantly illuminating a large area of the school field.

Armed with two short swords, Isabel walked into the arena surrounded by dozens of vigilante cavalry armed with torches, and about 16 or 17 paces to the north stood a young man armed with a six-bladed hammer of pure steel. The young man glared coldly at Isabel, who had captured him, "Yesterday morning, you and your people captured me and my buddies. Today, you are dueling with me in the capacity of a dueling agent instead of the old, deaf and poor judge, who are you? ”

Isabel danced a sword flower with a sword in her left and right hands, and sneered: "I'm the one who came to send you to hell." ”

"You voluntarily gave up the right of women to participate in duels to duel with me, and I should have sent you to hell."

"It doesn't matter, if you still want to talk about it, you can throw away the battle bell and go back to the prison and talk slowly, how about it?"

"Woman, I'll never go back to that dirty, ugly place again."

The corners of Isabel's mouth grinned slightly to the left, turned her head to look at Sir William, the magistrate who was standing outside the field as a referee, and said unusually calmly: "Your Excellency, can you begin?" ”

Sir William didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment, and silently watched Isabel nod heavily: "Now, I declare the beginning of the judicial duel. ”

Then Sir announced aloud: "Standing to my left is Ander Ruvre, the second-degree principal offender in the cattle theft case in Caldwell Village, who proposed to the Magistrate Sir Augustine for disobedience to the judicial duel of the Magistrate, Sir Augustine. ”

"Standing on my right-hand side is Miss Isabelle Walton, who will accept this duel as the duel agent of the aged Magistrate, Sir Augustine."

"Duel Rules: Miss Isabel voluntarily renounces the rights of women to participate in duels; As a man, Ander Rufer can use any weapon to duel Miss Isabel without tying one hand. ”

"The winner of a duel wins the case, and the loser loses the case."

"Now, let God decide."

Led by two Duchess court guards, the Duchess Mary rode through a strip of houses and churches to the site of the Magistrate's Court. The court was so close to the Duke's castle that there was no time for her to satisfy her hobby of horseback riding. Jumping off the horse, he walked straight towards the gate in the middle of the courtroom's curtain wall.

"Stop, who are you?" The gatekeeper stopped Mary with both hook and sickle in both hands.

"Bastard, go away!" Mary thought about Isabel in her heart, and said a foul word without holding back.

A quasi-lancer guard rushed from behind and shouted at the illiterate gatekeeper: "Sergeant, you are not allowed to be rude to the Duchess!" ”

"Forgive me, Duchess, for my rudeness." The sergeant bowed his head slightly, not daring to look at Mary's face, let alone look at the suit on her body, which was made of luxurious fabrics and meticulously carved craftsmanship, and had the rank of a duchess.