In the Middle Ages, the so-called English gentleman was defined by blood.

Later, with the development of industry, to the Yin Lizabethan period, people gradually began to evaluate whether a man is a gentleman by words and deeds.

As a result, fencing, a sport with a long history derived from ancient duels and perfectly in line with the ancient spirit of chivalry, has become a ritual in Europe with a special symbolic meaning.

When it comes to challenges such as pride and shame, it is the most powerful way to fight back when it comes to sword confrontation.

The winner has all the right to speak, and everyone else has to bow their heads and shut up!

Since Yarman talks about "traditional aristocracy", Hale gives him the oldest and most traditional aristocratic play.

"What are you doing, boys, aren't you all eating breakfast?" The teacher, who hurried from a distance, tried to dismiss the onlookers.

"Teacher, Yarman has challenged the honor of the Hall family, and I want to defend my dignity with fencing."

Hall saluted the teacher, using the grammatical words of the aristocratic accent: "Only the duel of honor is worthy of the blood flowing in my body, please allow and witness it."

「…… Yarman, can I know exactly what's going on?" The teacher stared at him for two seconds, then looked away at Yarman.

Fencing is a must-have sport in British aristocratic private schools and universities, and some universities will also set up special places for fencing students.

Especially Yinton College, the top aristocratic private school in England, when it comes to the solemn [Glorious Battle], even the teacher cannot interfere without an authoritative reason.

It seems to ask what exactly happened, and the subtext is: Or, you take the showdown; Either give an answer that I can help you refuse.

Yarman's expression tensed, and he said in organizational language: "I think Hugo Hall has disgraced Yinton College, he doesn't deserve to be in the vest of a rising star, he doesn't deserve to be one of us—1%."

"So, are you up for the showdown?" The teacher asked.

Yarman bowed slightly, raised his chest and raised his head: "I accept, here, under the witness of God: if the duel fails, I will drop out."

The moment Hall threw the colored vest to the ground, he had no choice unless he wanted to be a coward.

In this case, it is better to be knightly loyal and decisive. In the end, even if you lose and can't step on Hall's head to get out of position, you can still get some applause.

When there is a high probability of losing money, he should consider cutting the loss as much as possible – this is the truth that his business-oriented father taught him.

As for achieving victory...... He had not studied fencing seriously before entering Yinton College.

The nouveau riche used their strength to wrap themselves in gold leaf, and stood in the traditional aristocratic pile and shouted a few slogans, which made no difference in looking presentable. But when you really get up and do things, what color is under your buttocks, you can't hide it.

「…… God witnesses: If the duel is lost, I will give up my status as a rising star......" Hall picked up the colored vest and put it on his arm, raising his other hand and vowing.

In the Middle Ages, this was called "divine judgment", and God would judge justly in a duel and let the righteous side win. The dead side will always be more or less at fault..........

In modern society, duels don't kill people, so you have to pay for yourself. Tomorrow's star and dropping out of school don't seem to be equal, but Hall is an aristocrat, a provocateur of the civilian class, and he must pay a little more bargaining chips.

Yarman himself, along with all the onlookers and the teacher who was a witness, had no doubt about this.

After the two sides took the oath, they went to the fencing club to face off.

In the early morning, the fencing club venue is empty, and the sunlight shines through the high windows on the dark brown wooden floor, and you can see the fine dust fluttering. The door opened, and a group of people walked into the room, except for the sound of stepping on the floor during walking, there was no noise.

All students know what the "duel of honor" represents, and no blind guy dares to jump out at this time, which is the premise that fencing can become a conventional ritual.

With the help of White and Ansel, Hale quietly put on his protective gear and picked up his heavy sword.

There are three kinds of fencing: foil, sabre, and epee, and Hall chose the epee derived from actual combat (swift sword), which does not have the gorgeous elegance of foil, and is much worse than the swift explosiveness of sabre.

But the ferocious melee combat skills it pursues to "stab you to death with a sword" are unique.

When everything was ready, the Head of Year hurried over, replaced the teacher's title of Witness, and read out the rules of the duel: Fight the sword!

"Hum."

Hearing that the winner was decided with a sword, the audience was in an uproar.

Decisive sword is a rule unique to epee, and the whole body of epee fencing is a valid scoring point, there is no priority, and both sides hit the opponent at the same time to count. In other words, with only one sword, the gap between Hall and Yarman's skills narrows infinitely.

"The school respects every student, and please respect the school, and there are still 15 minutes of class." The Head of Year said with a sneer, "Of course, you don't have breakfast time."

The situation flipped, and the corners of Yarman's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly. The head of the grade was expressionless, some people watched the jokes, and some people unfortunately didn't see the wonderful duel......

Hall looked around and took in everyone's looks, "That's good."

As he spoke, he tucked the mask under his arm, stood upright with his sword in his right hand, and saluted the indignant Ansel, White, and others. Then he took a few steps forward and touched Yarman's sword.

"Smack".

The showdown has officially begun.

Picking, probing, defending...... The two swords collided again and again, making a crisp sound, but the electronic scoreboard never moved.

Unlike matches, private duels are not the same as matches, where there is no referee warning of negative play, and Yarman can concentrate on defending.

Under the mask, he barely adjusted his breath, and he had planned to delay for a few minutes before attacking. But Hall's offensive pressure is too great, he is holding on for 30 seconds at most, and as his physical strength drops, he will definitely show flaws.

Yarman made a decision, turned the defense into an attack, and cautiously stepped forward.

Hall's left hand swayed gently with the rhythm of his body, his right hand held the sword to block, took small steps back, and then jumped forward with his bottom body.

Yarman forced himself to dodge a round of attacks, and subconsciously re-maintained his defensive posture and did not dare to attack.

As the minutes passed, Anse El's hands were clenched, his eyes were fixed on the stalemate on the field, and he said in a low voice, "Quick, think of a way, if you lose......"....

"Damn, don't rush, I'm thinking. Such rules affect the fairness of the game, maybe we can complain......" White's face was worried, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

The more the duel is deadlocked, the more unfavorable Hall is.

The decline in physical strength is uncontrollable, and when both sides lose a lot of physical strength, the skill is completely invalid, and they will enter the stage of equality of all beings who are fighting for luck.

"Whew." Hall's head was hidden under the mask, shielding everything from the outside world, and he could only hear his own heavier and heavier breathing, and it was dark all around, and he could only see the opponent in front of him.

He retreated, attacked, attacked again, and repeated again and again.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Yarman's pace is getting slower and slower.

He seized the opportunity, raised his sword, squatted, and stepped two meters away in one step, his whole body was elongated, and his arm stabbed out with all his strength.

"Drop!"

The electronic scoreboard lit up, and a force came from Hall's shoulder, causing him to stagger and cheer in the fencing club.

He pursed his thin lips and held his breath, took off his mask, looked at Yarman lying on the ground on the side, paused slightly, wiped the sweat from his face and looked around: "Is there anyone else trying to provoke?"

The cheers died down.

Hale threw off the mask and slammed it back and forth on the floor, walking out with his heavy sword in hand, "But that's it."

「…… He's getting cooler, and we should have thrown him on the floor to celebrate." Ansel looked at his back and commented with a flutter of eyebrows.

"It's not too late! o！ Seal your throats with a sword, and offer your knees, knights!"

White

The unprecedented gesture was exaggerated, raising his fists and kneeling down on one knee and shouting, and the room suddenly set off with a frenzied celebration as they witnessed a duel of honor, a sword that struck the opponent's mask!

For all kinds of second-generation boys, this is a more exciting duel than the penalty shootout in the Champions League final, the free throw line dunk in the NBA Finals, and the thrilling matchup!

Behind him was cheering, in front of him was the golden morning light, Hall squinted his eyes, raised his sword and pointed it at a small two-story red-walled building next to the church, and said softly with a smile, "This is good."

…………

For the first time this semester, he went to the principal's office for tea, and Hol was a lot more arrogant than last semester, sitting leisurely on the sofa eating a sandwich breakfast, and the heavy sword was placed on the coffee table.

He was still wearing a fencing suit, as if he was going to have a fight with someone at any time.

Viscount Astor, the headmaster with golden eyes and a temperament, stood in his accustomed position by the window, watching the students return to the *** room one after another: "I changed the rules of the duel."

"I guessed it." Hall responded, "But how can you be sure I'm the winner?"

"Bet on the duel of honor.,Duel a sword.,Plus the protagonist is a 'genius.,Qualifications.。 It's been too long since this school has had such a legendary showdown. Do you know what that means? Yinton College is proud of such a student, and the school will not allow him to be persecuted from any political faction." Astor took a sip of black tea.

Hall put down the sandwich, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "I still don't understand, is this my mother's order?"

"Hugo, I think you must want to help Baron Helena too, don't you? After this incident, everyone in the school will keep their mouths shut, and no one will attack the political spectrum of the Hall family again. Including the scheming alumni in the Board of Trustees and the Palace of Westminster." ….

Baron Astor's tone was steady and convincing: "They have to agree even if they are reluctant. On our side, we will protect the most outstanding students of the last decade of Yinton College, the most outstanding seeds of the traditional conservative aristocracy."

"On the bright side, just on the bright side. They don't want to be laughed at by outsiders, and they focus on their political image at the bottom of the partisanship...... In short, they can't accept the loss of cohesion in their camp. This is just a limited position, and it does not mean that they will give any real help."

Hale stood up and made eye contact with Astor, "If I lose, potential enemies will swarm out. It's gambling, Mr. Astor, and you're gambling with me at your own beh."

"You didn't refuse." Viscount Astor put down his teacup and closed the window.

Hall was silent, he wanted to help Helena, even if it was only a small amount of strength to silence some people.

Hiding in school and not being able to do anything, leaving my mother to face everything, there is a sense of powerlessness.

「…… As my term as president draws to a close, I'm going to move into the administration, presumably in the legacies, a vacant seat on the far left. They won't be able to bounce for a few days, and this duel, we're going to win a big matchup."

Viscount Astor gave him time to digest his emotions, and then said frankly, "I'm very sorry, I took advantage of you and wanted to add to my resume. But that's with the clear knowledge that we're going to win. If we lose, we have nothing to lose."

"Perhaps." Hall twitched the corners of his mouth.

Astor paced up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "On Friday, a team of the FA and the City of Leeds Local Watchdog will come to you to conduct some investigations into the Leeds United takeover, all of them are ours, just go through the process."

Hall shrugged in response, picked up his sword and prepared to leave.

"Give me this sword, I don't have a collection on my bookshelf that is enough." Astor stopped him and made a gesture of goodwill.

Hale reached out and handed the sword.

Astor pinched the tip of the sword, and finally said, "Hugo, control your emotions, you can't always point your sword at others."

…………

"Patience."

On Friday, when he came to the principal's office for the second time this week and saw the people of the joint investigation team, Hall told himself in the bottom of his heart.

Astor

The Viscount introduced him to the smiling and friendly "own people", accompanied by the Hall family's personal team of lawyers, and Mr. Benjamin's partner.

In the next investigation and conversation process, Hall does not need to open his mouth except for the opening, and everything is handled by the lawyer.

At the same time, an impromptu meeting was being held in the Houses of Parliament in London.

Helena sat in the first row, with Benjamin himself behind her.

On the stage, the Lords Ministers, talking about something, occasionally someone standing up for a debate, and then the scene is like what people often see in the news.

It was noisy and laughing, like a village market.

"Smooth through, it's not important here, the House of Commons is the key." Beside Helena, an old man tapped his knuckles on the table and said.

Helena asked, "Hasn't she made a decision yet?"

"She'll make a decision, privatization is the final stage of her great career, and she won't allow that to happen." The old man sighed leisurely, "If it weren't for the collapse of the European economy in the past two decades, privatization would have taken place a long time ago. The market belongs to the people."

"They propose, and we pass, pinch those stubborn and extreme goods. Seamless cooperation is the general trend, and no one can stop it." The old man emphasized.

The House of Lords of England has been constantly cut sausages and still retains the power of administrative approval. Although, according to the constitution, they do not have the right to veto proposals in the lower house, in other words, they must pass.

However, it has the right to delay the approval time, such as submitting the policy this year and delaying it until next year. In this way, the House of Commons will revise the proposal and reach a swap of interests.

The Blue (Conservative) party took over the House of Commons last year, and if the strong-fisted prime minister is firm enough, the proposal for privatisation will surely be on the table in the House of Lords.

When public opinion was in the dust, the conservative leftist camp of the Hall family chose a different dimension of the battlefield.

Wait for the opportunity to make a sword.

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