?! a40? Jh?`?!? I?;?)? ??? Ww?1`6.r7? E?? j??? u? I?W???? $?? That's it!

Wren finished his concluding speech, generally speaking, this concluding speech should be opened by Ganwen, today's matter is a bit special, Ganwen is willing to leave this opportunity to Rennes. In www.biquge.info fifteen provinces, Wren is expected to bring in twenty-three to twenty-five seats, which is definitely an unprecedented gain.

By the way, Wren also popularized the means of canvassing for votes to the nobles present, but the effect did not seem to be so obvious. It's right to think about it, how could these golden aristocrats, who were born in the clouds and look down on all beings, be willing to deal with those mud dogs? But Wren also believes that when the time comes to canvass for votes, they can bend down and do what they themselves think they will never be able to do.

At this time, it was already very late, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the nobles who had been discussing for more than two hours in a row also felt tired, and they also needed time to digest and absorb what Wren said, so they all said that today's banquet was very successful and could be over.

When the powerful eight people walked out of the side hall, the slightly intense music of the musicians suddenly turned into soothing music, which made the young people in the banquet hall dance to the music uncomfortably. They were a little stunned, and these stunned ones turned into obedience after seeing the eight patriarchs.

"Thank you for your hospitality, today's banquet is very interesting......", Gan Wen stepped forward at the right time to issue an eviction order for Queen Pars, but an unexpected scene happened.

Sebis walked straight to Wren, who pulled a glove out of his pocket and threw it on the ground in front of Wren. At this time, Sebis had a shameful expression, his eyes were round, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshots. He tore open his collar, and the smell of alcohol made his whole person incompatible with this elegant field. He was embarrassed, his hair was a little disheveled, and Vito stood in front of Wren with a frown, and before he could reprimand his somewhat reckless second son, Sebis spoke first.

"Wren, I'm going to duel you!", he staggered out two steps, reached out and snatched a seven-point full glass from the squire's tray, and poured the wine from the glass with his head tilted. Amber liquor poured down the corners of his mouth into the collar, and the beige collar adhered to the skin, making it uncomfortable to think about it.

Vito shook off his steps and hurriedly walked over neatly, raised his arm and picked it up, and slapped Sebis in the face with the whirring wind, turning his white face into a red color, "Bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Sebis covered his cheeks and maintained the form of being beaten, he looked at Vito in a daze, his eyes were a little demented, it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he shouted with his neck stalked: "I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just going to duel with Wren, he snatched my beloved Golia, is it possible that as a man, I don't even have this power? I'm going to duel him, even if I lose, it won't change my heart!", he said as he bypassed Vito and stood in front of Wren, " It's a man who picks up the gloves, and I can give everything for Golia, and you, don't you even have the guts to duel?"

The anger in Vito's eyes dissipated a little, and his mind raced, and there was a glint in his eyes. He immediately turned around and looked at the patriarchs in shame and embarrassment, and bowed slightly, "I'm very sorry, because of my personal reasons, I apologize to everyone." He then looked at Wren in an extraordinarily sincere tone, "You don't have to agree to this bastard's request, after all, you are also his elder, and it is really not appropriate for him to do this." ”

If before Wren could refuse with a smile, now, he can't refuse.

Vito looked like he was playing the round for Rennes, but in fact he was helping Sebis force the palace. The identity of Wren's elder was pointed out, if he really refused, rumors would soon spread, Wren didn't dare to fight back strongly in the face of the junior's provocation, he was simply a coward!

Rumors are a very fatal thing, and what is fatal is not the initial rumors themselves, but the rumors are supplemented and reprocessed by all kinds of well-informed people with their imagination in the process of flowing, and the ghost knows what it will be like in the end. Even if the rumors maintain their original authenticity, people will laugh at Wren's cowardice, and they will not even dare to accept the challenge of a junior, as for how old this junior is and what he does, people will not think about it.

Don't think of the aristocracy as a truly civilized person, the aristocracy is just a beast in the cloak of civilization, they also worship the strong and worship blood.

People will make up this junior's brain as a thirteen, fourteen, or five-year-old boy, deepening the image of Wren's incompetence.

Regardless of what Wren was thinking at this time, he bent down and picked up the gloves on the ground, "I grant your request. He glanced at Empress Pars and the other golden nobles, standing opposite Sebis with a blank face. Vito looked apologetic and explained to Wren, "I'm very sorry, I expected this to happen, and if it's not convenient for you, you can have your home general stand in the duel ring instead of you." ”

There are rules for dueling, and the full moon people in the desert will cut off pieces of meat on their bodies with knives, and the one who cuts the most meat is the winner. This bloody and cruel duel method is a form of respect for ancestors in the eyes of the Full Moon people, and it is an indispensable racial culture, even the Great Chief of the Full Moon has fought two duels before inheriting the throne, resulting in the High Chief of the Full Moon being a cripple.

Yes, the supreme ruler of the Full Moon Empire is a cripple who has almost cut off the flesh on his calves and thighs!

In the Byron Empire, duels were often divided between life and death, it was a multi-racial country, and the non-human races were more barbaric than pure human civilizations, and every duel was a battle of life and death.

In the Orlando Empire, duels did not have to be fought by life and death, but there was also a rule that both sides had to duel within a radius, and both sides could use any weapon, but not on horseback. In a duel, one of the parties voluntarily admits defeat as an end, during which all injuries are legitimate, and before trying to kill the opponent, you need to ask the opponent if they are willing to surrender. Compared to the cruel and barbaric duels of the other two countries, the duels of the Orlando Empire are obviously more civilized.

Now that Wren had picked up the gloves that Sebis had dropped, the duel had already taken effect, and in this country that respected the Covenant, even the Empress could not end such a duel at will.

In order to avoid accidents, Empress Pars immediately summoned a court priest to save a certain party anytime and anywhere.

The guards brought the ropes of the dueling ring for a limited range, and after laying it down, both sides entered the dueling circle, and only the victor could leave.

Instead of using a dangerous weapon such as a sword, Sebis chose a stick, he didn't want to kill Wren, and he knew very well that he couldn't kill Wren. As long as he shows the possibility of taking Wren's life, the duel will be over. Rather than not being able to vent properly, it is better to use a weapon like a stick that does less damage, and give Wren a good beating to make him happy.

Wren asked for his own civilization staff, he couldn't cultivate martial arts and battle qi, long swords and spears or something were cumbersome, it was better to have a short and strong civilization staff.

Empress Pars, the adjudicator, stood outside the circle with a somewhat ugly face, pulled a pink handkerchief from her sleeve pocket and raised it high. The handkerchief slowly fell, and the onlookers around held their breath. The moment the handkerchief fell to the ground, Sebis burst out and smashed it at Wren with his stick.

Can't fight, this is Wren's only thought at this time, this battle must be resolved quickly, he can't use martial arts and battle qi, he is inherently weaker than the other party. If the fight continues, his physical strength will be quickly depleted, and in the end, he will be powerless to be beaten by the opponent. Rather than that, it is better to decide the winner in a short period of time.

The stick in Sebis's hand was one meter and two meters long, which was a very typical palace equipment, and the role of beating and punishment was far greater than killing the enemy. This long stick is heavy, and when whipped, it is amazingly powerful, and it is also extremely agile in Sebis's hands. Sebis is a third-level swordsman, the stick is not a sword, but he uses the stick as a sword, anyway, the opponent is a "weak chicken".

But what he didn't expect was that Wren didn't dodge or dodge, and he tentatively smashed a stick directly into Wren's shoulder socket. This stick didn't use much force, in Sebis's deduction, Wren was more likely to dodge, and the next attack was where the force was needed. However, it is this normal people's thinking that gives Wren an opportunity to take advantage of.

With a muffled sound, he threw his shoulders back, shook his shoulders, grabbed the stick, picked up the staff of civilization and threw it towards Sebis.

Vito stood aside, his face darkened, but there was an inexplicable look of joy in his eyes.

This idiot, doesn't he know that Sebis is much more powerful than him?

Sebis was not afraid of danger, raised his arm and opened his five fingers to grab the staff of civilization, and also took a raw blow, smashing his entire palm with a throbbing pain. He grabbed the staff of civilization and pulled it back forcefully, trying to snatch Wren's weapon, but he didn't expect that the expected resistance did not appear, and he easily snatched the staff of civilization. This time, the force was too old, and the arm was thrown back, and the whole body was a little out of balance.

However, at this moment, Wren's waist sank, and he took an arrow forward, and in an instant, he almost touched Sebis.

The surrounding onlookers suddenly let out an exclamation, and their faces were shocked, and Vito shook his feet, and his face became extremely ugly.

Empress Pars breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Sebis with a smile in her eyes, her eyes mocking beyond words.

A bastard will always be a bastard, and he will not become a cultured person just because he wears decent clothes.