Father knew that this duel would not be an ordinary duel.

Because in front of my father was an empty arena, surrounded by neatly groomed soldiers and a mess of missions. In the middle of the stands, some nobles in Salander costumes were talking to each other, pointing at the stadium. It is completely unjustifiable to make such a move just to see how a young naval officer can make a fool of himself or be killed.

My father saw his enemy from afar: a man kneeling on the ground.

Although the man did not look young anymore, and now he was huddled in a ball and knelt on the ground in prayer, the father did not feel the slightest confidence. The calmness and calmness shown by that man in the face of all eyes already exuded a supreme warrior's aura, not to mention his sturdy figure even when curled up. My father knew that since he could provoke such a big duel, his opponent must be completely sure that there was no possibility of missing.

At this time, my father was most puzzled by who was going to fight for life and death with him like this.

Along the way, his father constantly complained to Zaitsev about the absurdity of the duel. In Swadia, if a duel is to be fought, it must be done on the condition that both parties to the duel are completely voluntary, and the enmity between the two must be made public, so that the duel can be started and that one of the duels will not be punished if he kills the other.

But the current situation is that my father doesn't know why he is dueling, and he doesn't have the courage to deal with this flying disaster.

Zaitsev did not comfort his father too much, "This duel is unfortunate, it does concern you, and you can't refuse it, you have to believe me." As for the reason for the duel you've been asking, I'm afraid I'll tell you that it's not appropriate, and your dueling opponent will explain it to you in a while. At that point, you can decide whether to duel or not, and of course, you can choose to retreat, and then your opponent may consider letting you go. In any case, I have no right to defend you for anything, I just tell you the rules of the duel: first, find a weapon; Second, good luck".

The father and Zaitsev sat in a rickety carriage and headed straight north of the city. Zaitsev told his father that there he would meet his opponents.

The duel of the fathers is not the only show of the new sultan today, before the duel of the fathers, there were sixteen nobles who supported the great prince in the coup d'état to be stoned in the arena --- smashed their heads with large stones. Countless civilians are very fond of this kind of performance, and the people can always get great pleasure from watching the people who used to be powerful and lucky die like dogs in public, and that feeling is as if they have mastered the world in a split second.

The father was taken to the periphery of the arena, and at this time, the father looked at the sunny scenery around him, and felt cold for some reason. He watched the leaves of the palm trees sway slightly in the wind in the sun, and he was almost certain that he would die here in half an hour.

Led by a soldier, his father left Zaitsev, who said to him as he slowly left: "If you live, I will wait for you here, and then take you back to where you came; If you die, do you have any last words for me to bring? ”

The father blushed and could not speak for a long time, he looked back at Zaitsev and trembled and tried to open his mouth, but could not say anything. At this time, my father's heart thought of many things at once, and I didn't know where to start. The soldier in the arena was a little impatient, and asked Zaitsev angrily: "Is this coward so frightened that he can't speak?" ”

Zaitsev translated for my father, "'Are you scared to pee your pants?' That's what this gentleman asks you."

An irritated irritability surged into his father's chest, "I have no last words, you wait for me here, I want you to take me back later".

"Haha, listen to you, if you really die, you will be like a nobody without leaving a word, I hope you go to hell, don't blame me."

The soldier shook his head and led the young Karadian into a stone room, where as he passed the hallway, his father watched as several men were pulling a corpse out of the way, the corpse's head had been smashed to pieces, and the red and white flesh was stained all the way, and a desert slave was washing the soiled ground with clean water. This scene made my father a little frightened, and the Salander soldier in front of him looked at his father with gloating eyes, and gestured in a vague Rhodok dialect: "''

Although I later heard that my father looked as usual at that time, fluttering and inviolable, everyone was intimidated by him and was fascinated. But much later, in Nord, Uncle Gil told me with a smile about a completely different situation: my father was almost so frightened that he peed his pants.

The father tossed his two thumbs up and down, listening uneasily to the frantic cries of the crowd outside, each of which indicated that a man had just been executed.

Finally, there was the sound of clattering footsteps at the door of my father's room, and after a while, a group of Salander soldiers in leather boots walked up.

"Huo. Arcadio II, Admiral Rhodok. Is that you? A captain-like man holding a piece of paper asked in fluent Rhodok dialect.

"Yes, I am".

"Come with us". The captain turned sideways and motioned to the soldiers behind him, and several soldiers rushed in and took his father away politely but without refusal.

My father walked out of the lounge of the arena and walked into the arena, and at this time, my father realized that this duel was definitely not an ordinary duel.

All the spectators remained silent, as if they were curious about why the duel was treated so ceremoniously, and inquired about the origin of this man.

With a few trombone sounds, the people fell silent. A loud voice began to announce something, and the father could clearly feel that the voice was telling his own story, which made the father very excited but helpless.

The father looked at the kneeling man in front of him, and at this time, he noticed that the man was silently listening to the speech of the Salander, and his body seemed to tremble slightly. At this time, my father did not understand why he was involved in this duel. Although Zaitsev said that the duel seemed to come from the grievances of the previous generation, the grandfather only told his father that he had served in the south when he was young, and did not mention anything else. At this time, my father could only roughly guess that this person had a grudge against his grandfather in the war, and at this time he found himself to take revenge.

Finally, after a burst of Salander's words, the man who spoke slowly walked out of the stands and into front of his father. My father was very surprised to find out that this person was a half-pulled old man, because the power contained in that voice just now was something that some young and middle-aged people could not have. The man nodded lightly as he walked up to his father.

"Tranquility! Youngster. I'm the presiding officer today, and I've just read to everyone the reason for your duel, do you need me to translate it for you? Of course, if you don't think it's necessary, I'll go back and announce the start of the duel to everyone," the man asked his father in a proper manner.

"Yes", said the father, "I want to know what this duel is for".

The old man blinked, his beard shaking, and opened a small folder of his own.

"Duelist. Rhodok naval officer Ho. Arcadio II with Hassan, a guard of the Sultanate's Guards. The reason for the duel, twenty years ago ''''

The father listened to the host's words in a daze, and gradually felt that the voice of the outside world had disappeared. My father seemed to be watching my grandfather's heroic posture many years ago, watching my grandfather lead a group of peasant soldiers to attack the Salander people at night, set fire to the Salander watchtower, and kill the Salander people, and was heroic. My father always thought that my grandfather was just an honest farmer, and he never imagined that my grandfather would be so strong when he was young.

Hassan is still ashamed of this, and is determined to fight a fair duel with the son of Arcadio in order to bring shame to him. For special reasons, Arcadio II cannot opt out of the duel, but of course, if Hassan's guards are willing to give up their dueling rights, Arcadio II can be exempted from the duel. ”

"Hassan's guards have chosen to duel, Mr. Arcadio II, now do you want to challenge Hassan or ask for forgiveness?"

The father was still immersed in the reverie of his grandfather's deeds, and in his father's heart, his grandfather shone proudly on the border like a torch in the night, making the aliens tremble. That gentle, hardworking, and cautious grandfather could have such a brave experience, which really made my father proud and novel.

At this time, fear and incomprehension have given way to cherishing the family's honor and self-confidence.

Grandfather is just an ordinary little lord, and if he can do this, he is the elite of a country's sailors, so why should he be afraid.

"I decided to challenge him". The father stood up straight, the presiding officer raised his left hand to signal the audience, and the whole arena cheered, people like to watch two people fight to the death, for fear that the father will show weakness and ask for surrender, then it will be meaningless.

Watching the same kind of cannibalism is always an extremely attractive show, and in ancient times, there was a large empire outside the continent of Kallad, which liked to organize captive soldiers and slaves to fight in the arena.

Of course, my father's dueling performance has less of an ingredient and more of an identification with my grandfather and family. It was as if there was a grandfather watching the game in the crowd in the stands.

The people cheered the beginning of the duel amid bursts of cheers.

The father soon discovered that this was not an easy task. A battle to the death has nothing to do with honor, nothing to do with mentality, only to do with skills.

My father chose a long sword from a small table beside him, and raised it high above his head with both hands, making a defensive posture. But Hassan keenly attacked his father left and right with his scimitar, and his father's sword skills were not very good, and he quickly became exhausted.

Hassan's years of work as a guard gave him a wealth of combat skills, and soon he fully grasped the initiative, cutting one wound after another on his father's body. Many times, like a cat playing with a mouse, Hassan used his sword to fend off his father's attacks and then kicked him over.

"Arcadio!" , Hassan shouted in a stiff Rhodok dialect. "Face me, like a man."

The father was tired of coping and began to run away involuntarily. When he heard Hassan's footsteps, his father could only resist Hassan's blows in vain. If Hassan hadn't made up his mind to kill his father right away, his father wouldn't have had a chance. Hassan unleashed years of anger under the overwhelming balance of power, and finally, he slashed his father's knee with a single sword.

The father dragged his injured leg and staggered forward.

Hassan couldn't help but feel a pang of dissatisfaction when he saw the enemy's son so useless, and the hatred that had been held for many years had not been released at all. In fact, Hassan doesn't know that the seed of hatred is in his heart, if he can slowly forget it, after the precipitation of time, many things will slowly fade. Keeping hatred in your heart is like carrying a weight every moment, and after a long time, people will fall.

The father slowly walked to the other side of the arena, and the people booed in the stands, this man was so disappointing.

Only Zaitsev, who was sitting in the crowd, felt that his father's movements were a little strange, and he felt that his father's appearance did not look like he was running away in a panic.

The father had already left Hassan thirty paces, and soon fifty paces. At this time, Hassan was shouting wildly, receiving the applause of the audience.

Zaitsev saw my father kneeling, tore his sleeve and fumbled with his sword, as if looking for a point.

At this time, his father was thinking about the mantra given to him by Jill's mother: drag the long pole with both hands, naturally close together, and where the two hands meet, is where the center of gravity of the long pole is.

My father found the spot and wrapped his sleeve around it.

Jill's mother had said that the Nords had the power of their arms, and that under God's guidance, the Nords could throw the deadliest weapons.

Zaitsev stood up with wide eyes, and he saw my father make a javelin-throwing motion with a modified sword.

The standard combat stance of the Nords!

Like the god of the sea holding his trident!