Night.

In the brightly lit Baron's estate.

"Today, I invite you here for other reasons than to celebrate."

Tapping on some kind of metal vessel makes a pleasant sound.

Zhao Qian sat on the edge of Tyrone's right hand position, and heard the master here suddenly stop looking at the staggered wine glass, and reached out to take a large glass of liquor that was poured by the old butler behind him.

Some of the well-known local gentlemen of Riverdale who had been invited by Tyrone also stopped their actions at this moment, and among them, there were even some female representatives. This is a product peculiar to this particular era of this world.

"I'm going to marry my daughter, Grace Winchester, to my long-lost nephew, Glenn."

As he spoke, Zhao Qian's unwiped face, which had just been put down, suddenly became the focus of all the guests present. On the other side, the woman sitting in the seat next to Zhao Qian also lowered her head as if she was shy.

Some of them looked at someone in the middle of the seat, and they could clearly see the unnatural expression of the guy.

For a while, all kinds of discussions suddenly and inexplicably passed after a period of silence.

"Is he really Glenn?"

All kinds of discussions came to Zhao Qian's ears, but the most of them were this one, not something like blood relatives not being able to be together.

In fact, the relationship between blood relatives is also one of the most stable relationships in this era.

It's a bit sloppy.

This is the question that the upper echelons of Riverdale talk about the most.

Tyrone didn't speak again, only after the people at the feast noticed the host again, and then he continued to speak.

"How? If no one objects, I will hold a wedding for them the day after tomorrow. ”

Outcry.

The gentlemen present looked at the lord with some astonishment for an instant, and the effect of these words was tantamount to a drop of water in a pan of oil. Let all the oil droplets start talking.

In the middle of the seat, Drey, the sheriff of Riverdale, clenched his right fist and opened his mouth to meet the sneering gazes of several people.

"Excuse me, Lord Baron, what is this?"

Before he could finish his question, the tall white man lord gave the sheriff an answer.

"In a few days, I'll have to deal with the long-bearded dwarves moving east."

Tyrone Winchester said, giving everyone here a little bit of a sudden realization.

If that's the case, that explains it over there. After all, when dealing with this kind of thing in general, there is definitely bloodshed.

It's not so much about helping as it is about preparing for war.

Therefore, it has become particularly important to solve the problem of heirs.

The title of hereditary baron of Riverdale seems to have fallen on the head of this guy named Glenn.

"That's right."

Dre lowered his head, his hands clenching into fists that grew tighter. Then, suddenly, under the gaze of many gentlemen present, he slowly raised his head and looked at the center of the vortex on the other side, where Glenn was still sitting eating and drinking.

"I'll start a duel!"

The sheriff of Riverdale said loudly.

The sound silenced all the people who were still eating and drinking.

Incredible.

Many gentlemen looked at this little sheriff who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, as if they were watching a drunken fool in a tavern on the street.

"You're drunk, Drey."

An old gentleman sitting next to the captain of the sheriff tried to rip off the guy who was talking nonsense at the lord's feast, trying to tell everyone that he was just dazed.

However, this is more like triggering the heavy courage in Drey's heart.

The sheriff wore a gown borrowed from nowhere and looked at the man who was still calmly eating and drinking, the man who had saved Grace once and was about to be betrothed to him, Glenn.

"I'm dueling you, Glenn."

It's okay to say that this guy hasn't said anything like arresting illegal adventurers.

Zhao Qian had to stop what he was eating and look at the guy who had interrupted his appetite. Many of the crowd looked at themselves with more inexplicable playfulness in their eyes.

They couldn't wait to use the young man, Drey, to weigh the new lord's heir.

Nod.

The banquet was cancelled.

A farce-like duel began in the arena in the backyard of the Baron's Manor.

Standing on the martial arts arena, when Zhao Qianshi played the knightly knot that he had only learned for a long time in this world.

Then came Drey's angry but murderous sword.

Zhao Qian held a big sword with no metal blade and looked at it, a sword that was in order.

The next moment, in a lot of unknown battles, it was thought that this heir had been scared stupid by Drey, who had deceived him.

Zhao Qian raised his hand.

Hand with sword.

The tip of the great sword is pushed forward, and there is no edge.

It's hard to believe that this sword can inflict damage on the opponent, which is a very oriental sword move.

But, soon.

Before his opponent could react, there was a headless corpse on the ground, with a shattered body.

The smell of blood began to permeate the arena.

Many of the people who had seen or had never seen a dead person seemed to be frightened by the sword-struck corpse, and some even began to vomit.

It's a weird death.

Although it looked broken, it was connected by the veins in his body.

In fact, even Zhao Qian himself felt very weird. Because this time it's just a whim.

Because after all, in his own eyes, the captain of the night watchmen is really a little weak. At least not a match for the owner of this realm.

Blood was still flowing on the stone floor of the arena.

Servants had already begun to sweep up. The body on the ground was also carried down.

Many people who were not accustomed to blood began to say goodbye to the host of the banquet, Tyrone Winchester.

Just, quickly.

But everybody stopped.

"When! While! While! While! ”

A screeching bell rang somewhere in town.

Zhao Qian looked up and looked at the bright red fire in the sky above River Valley Town.

Something went wrong. (To be continued.) )