Maybe it's because she has been playing a boy for too long, although Charlotte still talks to these people in a skillful tone, but she doesn't hear the subtext of "asking for a relationship" hidden in their flattering words for a while.

She may have had this ability before she disguised herself as her brother Sherlock, but after years of not using it, she had almost forgotten it.

And in their eyes, Charlotte's unanimous failure to answer their most important questions seemed to be a bit perfunctory.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

George, the eldest son of the Baron of Nankanghe, asked directly, "Miss, what kind of man do you like?"

To be honest, he went a little too far - if this kind of thing is said in private or on a blind date, asking questions in front of everyone is likely to embarrass the woman, or force her to say something that will hit many people present.

For example, if she is forced to say such cruel words, "What I hate most is you guys who circle around women, saying good things, but are not really good-hearted" - it is not impossible.

In that case, everyone present will not even have room for fantasies, and will be out of the game just and neatly.

And so they all glared at him.

This guy who can't speak, if he provokes Charlotte, let alone dating and marriage, even friends may not have to do it - if she scolds and walks away, will she come back with a straight face?

And Charlotte lived up to expectations, even unexpectedly making her own unique response.

She bit the fingertip of her left glove with lightning speed.

Syllable!

Then, the white women's gloves, still with body temperature, fragrance, and a little bit of verbal wetness, were thrown on George's face.

"Hey, let's duel. She made the invitation with a blank face.

"W-what?" said George, bewildered by the unexpected development.

Although dueling was a traditional custom of the aristocracy, in general, not all nobles preferred to choose to settle disputes by sword fighting.

negotiations, exchange of interests, and even skirmishes...... This is the style that many nobles like, and it is good that they don't have to risk their own lives anyway.

Although young male aristocrats now play a game of duels with each other, wearing hard chain mail on both sides and slashing each other with non-sharp swords, this is the first time that a woman has been so provocative.

Many people present knew that Charlotte was a warlock who could cast spells, but at the same time, they also knew that her swordsmanship level back then could only be regarded as average, and unless she had only cultivated in the past few years, she would not be able to improve much.

Although George is not a diligent guy, even the level of an intermediate swordsman is practiced by his father with leather boots while taking drugs, even if he relies on drugs, there is still a few years behind the senior swordsman, but there should be no problem in dealing with Charlotte.

Even if you don't have to fight at all.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?

George Stone, come and duel me, Baroness Charlotte Valentine of Miana!"

As she spoke, she had taken a step back with steps that were imperceptible to ordinary people, and it looked as if she was sliding on the ground, without affecting her balance in any way.

A discerning person can see that the distance of taking a step back allows her to avoid many disturbances when drawing her sword, or to dodge an enemy attack.

Otherwise, how could you easily draw your sword in front of the enemy and put yourself in a position to fight?

Today, Charlotte wore unpretentious flats, suitable for fighting, although it was prepared to play once or twice on the court, but at this time, it still played a role in starting early.

At the same time, her right hand was already grasping the hilt of the sword, and she pulled it halfway, while her left hand unfastened the clasp of the scabbard, and then tossed it aside.

The moment she stopped retreating, she held the sword in her right hand, and she had already raised it high, putting on a classic posture that could launch a sharp and agile assault at any time.

Although she hadn't launched an attack yet, drawing her sword in advance was already close to a sneak attack.

However, everyone was surprised by her beautiful set of sword drawing movements, and no one said whether it was a sneak attack - anyway, she is a woman and has not yet cultivated her fighting spirit, even if she sneaks up, you still have to cry and shout injustice?

George's face flushed, and then he drew his sword from his waist as well. It's just that he still wants to get a little cheap in his mouth, so he said:

"Then I'll accept Miss's invitation, it's really honorable—"

While!

At this moment, Charlotte had already made a sword.

George hurriedly stopped his mouth and swung his sword to block her attack, making a crisp crashing sound.

Unexpectedly, her blow was a feint, and she immediately twisted her waist and let the long sword switch to a strange angle to continue walking.

There was no second parry—Charlotte's tip was already pressed against George's forehead, and if the sword was opened, it would be bloody!

Not far away, Grant watched this scene and pondered the set of swordsmanship Charlotte used.

Luo Ming nodded his head and let out a hum full of admiration and pleasure.

He smiled, then clapped his palms silently—in admiration, but not in a way that distracted Charlotte from what was next.

And on the side of those contestants, some people broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, some frowned, and some people were thoughtful.

Although Charlotte brought the unedged sword for the game at the beginning, the cold and piercing feeling on her forehead still made the sword in George's hand fall subconsciously.

The sword fell to the grass, and it shook as if it let out a cry of humiliation, and it bounced a little, as if it wanted to get up and fight.

But it is only a sword after all, and the master can only lie on the ground if he does not fight, and finally return to silence.

George took a hurried step back, and Charlotte immediately followed, in hot pursuit. Continue to press the sword against his forehead and apply a little pressure downward.

Although George was a full head taller than Charlotte, at this moment, he was curled up, bent over, and raised his head, focusing only on the sword on his forehead, but completely forgetting his posture.

- It's already a little lower than Charlotte.

"Humph!"

Charlotte snorted coldly, and the long sword in her hand pressed down a little more, and George completely lost his balance and fell to the grass.

With a cold, contemptuous look in her eyes, she looked down at the unlucky man condescendingly, her lips moving slightly.

"What is an honor, what is an invitation...... I'm just trying to teach you a lesson.

Inquiring about the privacy of the lady, pestering the lady, not worthy of being called a gentleman.

Now, apologize to me and honestly admit it.

Right now!"