The silver moonlight covered the entire sky, and the flaming candlelight illuminated the castle hall.

"What are you waiting for?" said Count Blemon, taking a sip of his wine, "I'm hungry, let's get to dinner!"

Baron Kane, who was sitting at the front, clapped his hands, and the servants served the dishes.

Beef broth and braised loins in red wine are served, followed by a young maid with beef liver in cream sauce, crispy grilled lamb chops, grilled crab with cheese mushrooms, fried prawns in butter sauce and butter bread. These sumptuous meals were prepared in the kitchen at the behest of Baron Kane for Count Brant Tyrell, not for the hospitality of Count Braimon Wickeny.

The Count of Bremont was biting at the lamb chops as he asked about the battle on the southern wall. He didn't worry about whether the food was poisoned, he knew in his heart that if Baron Kane wanted to kill him, he didn't need to poison the food. "All they need to do is draw their swords, and a single sword will solve me. He quipped, "If I'm lucky, maybe I'll be able to dodge one or two stabs in the chest, but I won't be able to escape death." 」

Under the laws of the Commonwealth of Cania, it was a heinous sin for the host to poison or kill a guest at a banquet.

Baron Kane shrugged, "Captain Luke Ness personally led the Knights of Glory to guard the walls, even if thousands of eight-clawed spiders swarmed up, they would not want to climb over the walls. The aroma of beef liver filled the hall, and the baron took a knife and fork and dipped a piece of fried beef liver in plum paste, and then brought it to his mouth and chewed slowly.

"Why didn't you invite Master Luke for such a sumptuous dinner?" asked the Earl of Bremont with interest, "I heard that Sir Belmont is also in Salt Town at the moment, why don't you see him?" He thought to himself. Maybe I made a decision a long time ago. Nor will they fall into the dilemma of being controlled by others.

"Lord Vikeney is well informed," said Kane Grell with a faint smile, "but your army has not yet arrived, for some unknown reason?"

"Baron Kane need not be in a hurry," Count Bremont glanced at Brant Tyrell opposite, "and they are on their way. His round eyes were mixed with imperceptible hatred.

"Are your soldiers shelled snails?" said Grell lukewarmly, sneering, "are they going to hide behind tortoiseshells on the battlefield and play tortoiseshell warriors?"

The carapace of the turtle is very strong, it is enough to withstand dozens of heavy blows from sharp weapons. Barbarian tribes that lacked iron shields were most commonly used only wooden shields and bone shields. There are also a few elite warriors who can use the tortoise carapace as a protective shield. And the steel sword and iron shield are simply a luxury for the barbarians.

The Earl of Crag Rock ignored his sarcasm. He grinned, indifferent, "You can keep this with Wicks, and he will definitely tell you the answer." He cursed fiercely in his heart: If you dare to insult him to his face in such a tone, the 'strong man' will surely smash you to pulp with a hammer, and then you will be able to go to hell to find your proud and ignorant son.

Brandt took a sip of red wine from his glass and sat quietly enjoying his dinner. The words and deeds of the Earl of Bramont surprised him, and he wondered where the Count of Bramont got his confidence? Could it be that he decided that Baron Kane and I would not hurt him?

"Lord Vikney," Brant asked loudly, "have you eaten?"

"The food is really delicious. The Count of Bremont stretched and burped. "It's rare for Baron Kane to be so well prepared in such a crisis situation. ”

"Now that you've had your fill," said Brandt, "it's time for us to get down to business." ”

The Earl of Bremont brought himself a glass of red wine, first holding the glass and shaking it gently, and then his pointed olecranon nose sniffed the red wine in the glass, "This wine is a little worse in color, but it tastes good," he took another sip of wine, and continued, "Baron Kane, aren't we just talking about business?"

Baron Kane glanced at the fat man on his left with some disgust, and then glanced at the red wine in the glass, "This wine is just like people, as long as you taste it, you can distinguish the good from the bad," his expression was a little more disdainful, "just like how some hypocritical villains with bright clothes and noble appearance hide their despicable behavior, and they can't hide his insidious and cunning, dirty and shameless conspiracy in front of the truth." ”

The fat man smiled hideously, his two little eyes blurred into a line, and said in a strange low tone, "Why do I sound like Baron Kane has something to say?"

"Yes, but I've spoken it thoroughly," Baron Kane continued to mock, "perhaps because someone is so fat and stupid that he doesn't react for a moment. ”

The Count of Bremont was flushed all the way to the roots of his hair, his nose was swollen with excitement, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his biting lip to his jaw, which protruded menacingly. He let out a roar like that of a wounded lion, "This is your hospitality?"

Baron Kane stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, his eyebrows raised one by one, his face burst into blue tendons, and he stared at the other party angrily, "Fatty, you are not my guest, do you really think that this food is prepared for your fat pig?"

Brandt noticed the anger in their eyes that could burn away a qiē, and Baron Kane's words and actions were completely unexpected, he had no idea that such a scene would occur.

"Baron Kane Greer, I will remember your words," his blood flowed like boiling water, with an unbearable anger up to the tips of his fingers. "And sooner or later you'll pay for your words. "He couldn't tolerate such an insult from a small lord. Unfortunately, his teeth were not sharp enough to pounce like a beast.

"Are you intimidating me?" Baron Kane kicked away the wooden chair behind him, the sword at his waist unsheathed, "You stupid fat man, can't you tell the difference?" The anger in his eyes flickered more than the flames burning in the fireplace.

At this time, Baron Kane had lost his mind, and he was carried away by the hatred that had been pent up in his heart for many years. He wants to avenge his son, he wants to kill this fat man.

"You... What are you going to do?" began to tremble in Count Bremont's voice, and the expression on his face twitched.

His eyes stared at each other as if they were about to protrude from their sockets. "I now formally propose a duel to you as a knight. ”

In the honor of knighthood, when there is a dispute between two people, if one party throws a hat in the face of the other party, throws gloves, or does other insulting behavior, it is considered to have issued an invitation to a duel. Once a person declares that he is going to fight a duel, he cannot go back. If one party is willing to make peace, both sides must reach an oral or written peace agreement, and if the peace agreement fails, a duel must still be sent.

Normally, each party to the duel needs to have their own witnesses, and the witnesses agree on the time and place of the duel. The weapons used in duels vary depending on the level of the duelist. Some people who are not able to propose or accept a duel, such as women, crippled people, etc., can also find someone to duel on their behalf.

The Count of Bremont was so frightened that his teeth fought, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, and his heart was pounding. Finally, he shifted his pleading gaze to the boy opposite.

"If Baron Kane persists in this madness," Brandt said in a scathing tone, standing up, "then I will have to duel you in place of Earl Bremont." He promised Angela the safety of the Count of Bremont, and he could not break his promise.

Baron Kane withdrew his sword into its scabbard, glared at Count Bremont for a moment, and then left the hall alone.

Brandt froze in place, and things became a mess, and the result was completely different from what he had expected. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he had originally planned to help Baron Kane recover the occupied territory from the Earl of Bremont, and use this as an excuse to resolve the grievances between them, but the result was the opposite. (To be continued......)