The young knight stood straight, his chin raised high, and he didn't even look at the little fat man Georgie, as if he didn't bother to talk to him at all.

"Hehe, it is precisely because His Excellency Crassus follows the virtues of knighthood that he just invited Mr. Roland to perform in an arena!"

Although the young knight did not speak, a young man with neatly combed oily hair and two short mustaches took the initiative to stand up and smile and say to all the onlookers.

"Isn't it the duty of every gentleman to give a splendid and enthusiastic performance to the hostess of the ball, a beautiful and noble lady?"

"And, as a famous Roland, a member of a knightly family as reliable as a mountain and rock, Mr. Roland, would he still be afraid of a small athletic show?"

Karl couldn't help but frown, and his gaze sharpened as he looked at the person who had jumped out on his own initiative. This guy is afraid that he will not accept the challenge!

For people from aristocratic families in this era, the honor of the family is more important than everything, and every member of the family has the obligation to consciously maintain the reputation of his family, even if he sacrifices his life, he cannot let the reputation of the family be damaged a little.

If it is an ordinary inexperienced young man, in the face of the other party's run and doubts involving the family's reputation, even if he is reluctant, he will have to accept the other party's challenge.

"Eric, is that you?"

At a glance, Georgie recognized the young man's priest, Jamie Eric, a young man from the same small merchant family. However, unlike the bankrupt Georgie family, the Eric family has a thriving business, and in recent years has made a fortune by working as brokers selling stolen goods on behalf of smugglers.

Jamie Eric is just as cunning as his black-hearted father and very good at drilling. He came to work as a scribe in the monastery of Saint-Sulamel for the sole purpose of making friends with the children of noble families, and trying to find an opportunity to drill into the camp. He once tried to cling to Franco, but this guy has no talent in his stomach except for being clever, and he can't mix with romantic Franco at all, and he also tries to use some bullshit to get Franco into the water, and he is quickly kicked out of their small circle after being recognized.

Jamie Eric thinks that all this is because Georgie from the same background is squeezing him, and it is Georgie who keeps saying bad things about him in front of Franco that makes him kicked out of the circle, so he regards Georgie as an enemy and opposes Georgie everywhere.

"Eric, you're still so good at drilling!"

Georgie glanced at Jamie Eric with disdain, and said mockingly, "I haven't congratulated you yet, you finally got your wish and became the follower of a big man!"

"Hehe, Georgie, each other!"

Jamie Eric didn't care about Georgie's sarcasm, instead sarcastically said in the same tone, "Haven't you been hugging the thighs of the Francis family too?

"Hmph, Eric, don't measure me by your dirty ideas!"

Qiao Ji sneered and fought back mercilessly: "At least I won't deceive my friend, and I won't use my friend's family reputation to protect my family's dirty business!"

As if poked in the sore spot, Jamie Eric's face suddenly became ugly, he couldn't help but snort coldly, did not dwell on this topic, but continued to say to Carl: "Mr. Roland, it's just a bloodless show, and it's not a duel and a battlefield fight, is it possible that people from the Mountain Rock family are also afraid of being injured? Don't even dare to participate in a bloodless arena?"

"Hmph, if it's fair play......"

As if he was afraid that Carl would not be able to stand the agitation, his mind was hot and agreed, and Georgie hurriedly rushed in front of Carl and said: "Since Miss Josephine admires Carl's work, if Mr. Marcus wants to compete with Carl, why not write a work himself, I think the beautiful and wise Miss Josephine will be happy to see a work dedicated for herself, not a boring gladiatorial fight." ”

"Poetry and literature are only useless decorations, and only a sharp sword and strength can protect Miss Josephine from any harm!"

In the face of Georgie's sarcasm and questioning, the young knight raised his head proudly and said coldly: "I will never allow the person that Miss Josephine has taken a fancy to be a useless waste!"

"Boring!"

Carl has now understood that this is the estrus period of a little in heat, and he wants to show off himself like a peacock on the screen and attract the attention of the goddess. I just suffered an unjustified disaster.

"If you like your goddess, go after it yourself. I'm not interested in fighting with a little rooster like a peacock in the open screen, for a woman I don't know, stupidly fighting like a rooster for a hen!"

Since it has been determined that the other party is a stunned young man who has been carried away by love, Carl is too lazy to toss with the other party, and directly holds the mouth cannon that he practiced when he visited the forum, and mocks with full firepower.

"Of course, as Georgie said, if you're interested in comparing literature and art with me, then I don't mind taking on your challenge. After all, it is also very elegant to create a work for a beautiful lady, at least much more elegant than a gladiatorial fight like a bull fighting for a mate......"

"You ......"

Karl's taunt with all his firepower suddenly made the young knight's face change greatly.

"How dare you insult Miss Josephine, how dare you insult my honor!" said the knight's face suddenly turned cold.

"Anyone who insults Miss Josephine deserves to die!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword light shot out, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Karl's eyes.

Before Carl's consciousness could react, his body's instinct reacted, flying backwards like lightning.

But even so, the clothes on his chest were still pierced by the sharp sword wind. The young knight's sword was so fast that it almost outpaced Karl's normal reactions.

As soon as his eyes caught the cold light of the sword, the sharp blade had already reached his chest.

If it weren't for the threat of life and death that stimulated Carl's fighting instinct, he subconsciously drove the wind to retreat quickly, and he would definitely not be able to dodge this sudden blow.

The knight's speed was too fast, much faster than the pirates that Carl had encountered last night, completely exceeding the limit speed of normal people, making it impossible for people to react at all.

There was no time for Carl to think, and a second sword of lightning followed.

In an instant, the sword blade swept through the stimulation of the sweat hairs, and the bone-chilling feeling of the tail vertebrae rising made Carl once again enter a realm of soul withdrawal, absolute calmness, and absolute sanity.

Once again, the world is silent and time is slow!