Sir Ellet Millal's almost "heroic" declaration was like a boulder crashing into the surface of a lake – the whole arena exploded. The astonishment, the shock, and the sudden situation left everyone at once a little unresponsive, most of them thought they had heard it wrong, but when they realized what had happened, they were all surprised like ants that had blown up their nests!

Elsewhere in the world, "jousting" and "dueling" may be synonymous, but in the kingdom of Turin, the land of knights, the meaning is never confused by any nobleman - the former is just a friendly contest to challenge for a certain purpose, while the latter is more of a "ritual" for any knight.

Both sides make bets and oaths in the name of a duel, and the loser is equal to the "vanquished", who can demand ransom from their family and will not be blamed by anyone - even killing them on the spot.

"Radiant Cross...... W-What the hell is going on?!"

"Viscount Edward Witwood, when did the South have such a lord?"

"I've heard that it was the squire of the knight of Tornier Cambrai who cut off the head of the murderer of Sir Serra...... Wait, how did he become Lord of Fort Horn?!"

The whole arena was in chaos, and people were shouting at each other, mostly for two things - was Sir Ellet crazy, and who was this Viscount Edward Witwood?!

"Are you really sure you're going to have a duel - I hope you'll think twice. The Bishop of Fort Hague, who was still standing on the steps, changed his face a little, and looked solemnly at Sir Ellet Millal, who seemed to be very proud in the center of the arena: "If you are not careful. It will cause hatred between Hantu City and The Hague Castle. That's not what God expects!"

"It's all my own choice. It has nothing to do with Hantu City and the Milar family. The proud Ellert replied with a direct smile, only to make the Bishop of Fort Hague's face sink, and he could suppress his anger - this arrogant boy, did you die here, and the Earl of Hantu City would not take revenge on Fort Hague?!

"And this is not a duel for no reason—I have received a revelation from the Radiant Cross, and only in such a solemn and sacred way can I show my unparalleled love for Miss Alan Kwyn!" Ellet suddenly felt an incomparable pleasure, and bowed deeply to the beautiful figure sitting in the stands: "And I will prove everything with victory!"

Allen, who was sitting in the stands, was also panicked - she had been trained as a knight since she was a child, of course, she knew the meaning of the duel, and the eyes of the six gods looked left and right, and she grabbed her father's shoulder tightly beside her, with a pleading voice: "Father......"

"Don't speak. Viscount Otto Kwyn sat there as calm as a rock, but he watched his daughter's every move: "Don't you want to know how much he is willing to give for you, I believe this will be the best opportunity - to accept the challenge of the most powerful family in the South, and this will be a test for him as well!"

The nervous blonde girl had no choice but to turn her gaze back to the center of the arena. At this time, Ellet Miral was not in a hurry, and waited leisurely on his horse - if the fellow named Edward was too scared to come out. If he chooses to fight, it will be an enemy of Hantu City, even if he doesn't care about what he says, his cautious father will definitely not give up easily!

"I thought you had forgotten our agreement. Seeing Edward Wittwood walking out of the crowd, Ellett smiled mockingly, "My noble Viscount, where is your horse?"

At this time, all the knights and spectators present noticed the black-haired knight wearing the coat of arms of the Knights of the Holy Tree - the chain mail on his body looked a little shabby, and there were still a lot of faint blood stains and sword tearing on the black robe, and pushed away the knight who was blocking the front and walked out.

"In Turin - it's a pity that I came to Fort Hague by boat, and I couldn't bring my horse with me. He chuckled indifferently, and then bowed to Ellert with some exaggerated expression: "It's not as rich as the venerable Young Master Ellert Millal, I heard that your war horse was lost in Bright Star City before, I thought you would be like me, it seems that I am really shallow!"

"Of course, you don't have to think about me at all - I'm sure that a knight who doesn't have a horse with him will be greatly weakened, especially a knight as good as you!"

The corners of Eylert's mouth, who snorted coldly, twitched a little, as if he was very disdainful and rolled down directly from the saddle, and gently shook the saber in his hand: "Don't worry, even if I lose, I won't use such a stupid reason - a knight without a war horse is still a knight, especially the descendants of the Millar family." For generations, hundreds of years, we have fought the Dominicans countless times on the ground!"

"Viscount Edward Wittwood, let's use our respective swords to finish the duel!" Ellert, who had begun to get a little impatient, leaned sideways, his sharp sword pointed at Edward, the bright blade reflecting a dazzling light in the hot sun, as dazzling as the sun. The hilt is also rightfully luxurious, with a gold-plated handguard carved with delicate patterns, and three rubies and a central diamond in the shape of a radiant cross.

"This sword, known as 'Guardian of the Earth' - the heirloom sword of the House of Miral, has decapitated more than one Dominic. The eldest young master of the Miral family smiled very proudly, obviously hearing the envious voices of the people around him: "Defeat me, it's yours!"

"I'm afraid my weapons are nowhere near yours. Edward slowly pulled the "Bright Star" out of the scabbard, and the dark gray body of the sword was like a shadow in the sunlight, "But it is also very important to me, because it is a very valuable gift." ”

"Then pray that your friend will bless you at this time!" Ellert suddenly shouted, and the sword in his hand was raised with a blinding light, slashing at Edward who was still standing in the wet morning breeze.

The sharp sword light mixed with the breath of death almost slashed against the tip of Edward's nose, and Edward, who had dodged half a step, flipped his right wrist suddenly, stabbing Allett in the jaw with a gentle smile.

Does he want to kill me?!" A hint of horror flashed in his eyes, and Ellet subconsciously lowered his head and chest, and forcibly swung down the sword blade that stabbed out, swinging away Edward's attack. As if he was still apprehensive, he just wanted to look up, but saw that the gray sword had been slashed from the top of his head again!

"Bell-!" The sound of the blade almost piercing Ellert's ears, and he even looked at Edward's hand with some incredulity, and the knight's sword, which seemed to be unpolished, could collide so violently with the "Earth Guard" of the Millar family without even a gap?!

But he couldn't think about it anymore, the ghostly black-haired knight had already pounced again, and the blade of the sword that couldn't even see the shadow clearly made Ellert dare not get too close, and the flickering sword shadow was like magic...... No, it's not magic, it seems to have some kind of rhythm?

"Are you ready, Sir Ellet Millal?" said Edward, smiling smugly, the corners of his mouth slowly rising upwards, "The warm-up and preparations for the banquet are over. ”

"What did you say?!" Ellert froze.

"I mean...... The show began. Licking his lips slightly, Edward looked at him playfully, his right hand shook slightly, and the gray blade left only a traceless afterimage: "Let's do a dance!" (to be continued......)