"As far as I know, you have humiliated the reputation of my Laurent family with the utmost injustice, and wantonly spread malicious slander about the legitimacy of my bloodline. Therefore, I have the right to challenge you to a duel and restore my family's honor with your blood. ”

Before making a move, Fiona stated the other party's crime in order to put herself on the moral high ground and make her next murder legitimate.

But she still won't do things perfectly, but leave steps for the other party, and try not to cause trouble while taking care of her honor.

"According to the evil deeds you have committed, you will be allowed to present your right ear." Fiona said categorically, drawing her sword.

But for a noble lord, such a price is still too harsh. If he accepts Fiona's offer, he will lose not only his right ear, but also his own reputation and that of his entire family.

"Arrogant chick! If you want my ears, you can get them! Enraged by Fiona's insulting words, he lunged forward, the tip of his knife pointed straight at her heart.

Another fool who can't tell which is more important than his life and face, Fiona thought to herself, how many are these? Fifteen? Twenty? Thirty?

Fiona's saber was raised diagonally in front of her eyes, and a pair of cold eyes looked through the reflection of the other man on her blade, seeing through his intentions before he slashed it, and the great flaw that would be revealed.

The dueling sides staggered, and she only moved half a position to the left before her saber stabbed into the air.

She lifted her saber slightly, and threw a precise and graceful arc of death.

The crowd of onlookers gasped as they watched the warm blood splash on the marble, like scarlet rose petals falling down.

The cloak was dripping with blood, and Fiona turned around, her opponent's saber falling on the granite floor with a clanging sound. He fell to his knees, then collapsed and sat down, his hands clutching his severed throat, unable to stop the blood from gushing out.

"Say hello to the Veiled Daughter on my behalf, remember, your killer is Fiona Laurent."

She bowed to the man, but the latter's vision was blurry, and she couldn't see anything but the shadow of death. Such a killing did not make Fiona happy, but the stupid man did not leave her a choice.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Jeno still felt that the duel was over too quickly, and if the pre-battle rituals were omitted, the duel would not last more than ten seconds.

He thought that he could hear at least two crunchy sounds of weapons colliding, but Fiona was so arrogant that she didn't even want her weapon to be touched by the other party, so she directly cut the other party's throat cleanly, so that he could no longer say those offensive words.

However, one thing can be seen, Fiona's strength in this duel is extraordinary, and she is definitely worthy of the unparalleled name of Valoran's most terrible duelist.

The only person who can compare with her in the kingdom is Zhao Xin, who was born as a gladiator.

The duel is over, and the honor is restored.

Fiona turned to leave the hall and handed her sword to Amda.

Amda is Fiona's second brother and the one with whom she has the best relationship, and Fiona secretly practiced swords when she was a child to rob her brother's sword, so that the latter had to teach her swordsmanship.

The relationship between the two has also remained to the present day, and every time Fiona has a duel, out of concern for her sister and loyalty to the patriarch, Amda will accompany her and supervise the duel like an instructor. Even if he has nothing left to teach.

Fiona's attainments in swordsmanship have surpassed him early, and she has systematically and rigorously summarized a set of swordsmanship for duels, called Laurent's Heart Eye Knife. This swordsmanship can be used to deduce the opponent's further movements and see flaws by observing the movement of the body's muscle groups. It is also the foundation of Fiona's life in the dueling arena.

But even such an older brother who favors his sister feels that Fiona's defense is a bit excessive, but the Laurent family is now her sister's final say, this is her father's last wish, and he can only respect his sister's approach.

The remaining blood would rust a good sword, and Amda carefully wiped the blood from the sword with a handkerchief.

The mechanical repetition gave him the leisure to think about something else - could such a brutal way really restore the glory of the family? He only saw that this road came to an end, and it would give the family a murderous name that no one should approach.

"Let's go." Seeing that the crows were already looking for the smell of blood, Geno remembered that he would have to eat lunch later, so he said this to Ogwesa beside him.

"I always feel like it's a little bit uninteresting." Ogervesa muttered and followed Jeno out of the Hall of Swords.

She didn't like to see this kind of blood-spattered scene, but she remembered the insult and contempt that the man had for Fiona before he died, and she always felt that Fiona had let him die too quickly and was not relieved enough.

"Maybe Miss Fiona didn't take her opponent to heart at all, so she killed them easily, because she felt that this kind of person was not worth her trouble."

Jeno gave his opinion, but Ogwesa was about to give him approval, but a voice preempted him.

"That's right, that's exactly what I said."

Jeno followed the sound and found that it was Fiona herself who spoke.

She came out of the other exit, standing in the shadow of the Hall of the Swords, a scrutinizing gaze shot out from under her crimson bangs, as if to see through Jeno.

Beside her, Amda, as her brother, was like a butler's attendant, respectfully waiting for her instructions.

The moment he saw Fiona, Jeno thought that he was going to be challenged by the people behind his back. But thinking that he didn't say anything bad about others, he walked up to him and responded with a straight voice.

"Good day, Miss Laurent."

With her eyebrows raised slightly, Fiona looked at the direction of the sun with her right eye, which was not covered by bangs, and thoughtfully: "Mr. Jeno, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" ”

"Miss Bouvier and I are getting going." Jano glanced at Ogwisa as she spoke, who nodded at Fiona.

"If you don't dislike it, can you have lunch at the house?" Then Fiona bowed her head slightly and sent out the invitation.

Jeno looked back at Ogwesa again.

Ogilvesa admires a self-reliant woman like Fiona, she seems to have no reason to refuse, and is even willing to accept such an arrangement, with a smile already on her lips.

But Jeno was reluctant, and he finally understood why Lux had brought up the Hall of Swords for no reason. It turned out to be premeditated, otherwise why would Fiona invite him to dinner with a passerby? Peach blossom luck smashed to the head?

However, thinking that Lux was kind-hearted and should not harm him, and that he had another skill, he finally nodded and accepted the invitation.

"It's a great honor."