Jano was telling him what he was doing in these areas, and he would probably be mistaken for a psychopath.

"Isn't that thrilling? Noxians are murderous executioners! ”

"It's okay, it's good that I have a lot of friends in Ionia, and they protect me. However, I will go back again when I have the chance, and I heard that the current boss of the underground arena is a Vastaya. ”

Thinking of the tens of thousands of Noxian troops he had killed, Jeno suddenly felt that he was the murderous executioner, but this was all in the past, so it was okay not to mention it.

"Vastaya? Are you sure?! Ogwisa was very excited: "I have never seen Vastaya in Demacia!" ”

Jeno immediately told her not to get excited:

"Even if there is, they will be driven away by you, the Vastayas know magic, and they also have animal characteristics, in the eyes of most people in Demacia, they are like animals with a plague, and they are afraid to avoid them."

It is no exaggeration to say that if the Vastayas came to Demacia, they would probably be burned on the spot as plague rats carrying the Black Death, and they would end up with those evil witches.

"Also, Demaci is closed off, and there is no room for the Vastayas to live."

Ogwisa nodded, Demacia became more and more closed off because of its abundance and no need to rely on foreign countries, and the general trend of developing towards seclusion and seclusion, just like Ionia. But the blockade of Ionia is due to terrain limitations, and what about Demacia? It was the people who built the walls of the forbidden demons and enclosed themselves in them.

"Let's go, go to the sword hall and take a look, maybe you can see the peerless sword girl competing with others."

Jeno urged, he really wanted to see the Blade Waltz.

"Patriarch Fiona Laurent? It seems that there is a duel about her today, but I guess I can't see it, her duel ended so quickly that no one could survive three rounds from her. If you go to the sword hall only for her, then you might as well go home and let Sana play a song for you. ”

The Laurent family is now weak, so there are many noble children who use the family to publicly slander or ridicule the patriarch Fiona. They will laugh at her family's loss of face and relying on a female streamer to run the family business, and they will also laugh at Fiona's threshold for courting too high, and she will never want to marry for the rest of her life.

If Fiona hears such rumors, she will immediately challenge the rumormongers to a duel verdict with a sword.

The venue of the duel is in the Hall of the Swords.

"I've heard that Fiona deliberately set impossible conditions for every suitor?"

Jeno also knew this, so when he mentioned Fiona in Xiongdu, he would try to avoid verbal offense.

Because, none of those who were forced to start a duel by Fiona for speaking cool words walked out of the sword hall alive.

Although Jeno won't be able to beat a small sword girl, he doesn't want to cause trouble for no reason.

Hearing Jeno talk about this, Ogilvesa immediately cast a suspicious look: "What? Are you interested? The bar wasn't ordinarily high, and defeating her in a duel was just one step. ”

"No, I just want to see how hard it is to meet." It's all said to be difficult, Jeno really wants to see how difficult it is, is it to the extent that mortals can't do it at all? If so, can this be characterized as a fraud?

Oglwesa looked Jeno up and down, and seeing that there was no hint of ridicule in his eyes, she nodded heavily:

"Okay, then I'll take you to see Miss Fiona's swordsmanship, so that you can die of this heart."

"They all say that I have no interest in her, and I am not interested in inheriting her family rights, and besides, she is not the only matriarch......"

Jeno continued to defend himself, but it didn't make sense on Ogvesha's side.

"Ahem, your idea is getting more and more dangerous!" Hearing the matriarch's words, Ogwesa glanced meaningfully at Jeno.

The more he explained, the more chaotic it became, and Jeno estimated that he had left the impression of a rich woman hunter in the eyes of the other party.

……

The dawn slanted into the hall through the narrow sharp windows, leaving thin and scattered spots of light. The gray-white marble reflected the spectators who had come to watch the deathmatch.

Jeno and the others squeezed down the stone steps into the walls of the halls on all sides, becoming one of the unclear spectators.

They had just arrived, and the duel had just begun, and the eccentrics who were simply interested in bloody scenes beside them cheered.

Fiona, one of the main characters, is pacing in circles face to face with each other, changing her steps and sword positions according to the movements prescribed by the duel ritual, like a salute between two dance partners before the waltz soundtrack.

Fiona was thin and extravagant, with a few strands of scarlet in her short dark hair. In contrast to her appearance, the eyes under her bangs are cold and ruthless, and all that can be seen from them is instant death.

She wears a pair of silver and steel breastplates, a triangular cloak on her shoulders, and her movements are light and effortless, with absolute balance and extreme confidence. The blue steel saber in his hand was a blade specially built for duel, and the perfect blade shimmered with cold light.

The aristocratic man standing opposite her was armed with a long Demacian knight's saber with a golden hilt set with sapphires. This flashy ritual weapon is simply not worthy of the requirements of a duel.

Not only that, but one of his eyes was even more absent-minded, unabashedly looking at her figure with flirtatious eyes, and his gaze kept sweeping back and forth in the area below her neck.

The sharp-eyed Jeno saw Fiona suddenly gritting his teeth, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. But her expression quickly turned to indifference, because emotions cannot be carried into a duel, which will affect the performance of swordsmanship.

"He's going to die." Jeno had already guessed the outcome.

"I guess so." Ogilvesa nodded, undisguised her disgust for this frivolous man: "This person looks down on the other party so much because the opponent is a woman, and he doesn't deserve to win at all." ”

Jeno nodded, agreeing, the man was about to die for taking his opponent as inappropriate. However, he felt that Fiona would win, more because of her professional strength and focused attitude, rather than because of men's underestimation.

Unlike the rough style of Noxus, where the duel between nobles was ritualistic, in Demacia.

For example, this prescribed pace is so that civilized people can revel in the illusion of nobility in the midst of killing.

Judging by Fiona's concentration, she personally believes in these rules and meticulously completes these necessary etiquette step by step.

But no matter how kind and righteous these rules are, they can't stop her from killing the person in front of her.

After the ceremony was completed, Fiona did not immediately move, but introduced herself, because she wanted the other party to know who she was dying at.