King's Landing in France

Chapter 30
This unfolding An Ning was unexpected.

He fully thought that the Marquis would sue him when he came, and together with Robespierre, he imagined a bunch of possible situations and prepared for them.

An Ning had always thought that the Marquis might make a fuss about the gun being fired at the scene, and Robespierre thought so too.

I didn't expect people to fight again directly.

Simple and crude.

This caught An Ning by surprise.

To be honest, the duel with Reginold almost made An Ning's throat blocked by a sword, and he didn't want to fight swords with Reginold's teacher at all.

The ghost knows whether An Ning's plug-in block and counterattack will be broken by a real swordsman.

After all, during the duel with Reginald, Reginald's sword broke through An Ning's defense and wiped An Ning's neck, which shows that this combat counterattack is not a panacea.

It's very dangerous to fight with the muscular man in front of you!

An Ning wanted to raise her hand and surrender. After all, duels are not compulsory. If she doesn't accept it, she is just ridiculed. What she loses is the reputation she just gained through the duel.

But just when An Ning was about to refuse the duel, he suddenly noticed that Marquis Li Xiaer was staring at him with determined eyes.

An Ning suddenly realized that if she refused the duel, she would not gain An Ning.

Maybe this old man will use assassination methods.

Although assassination is illegal, whether the Marquis would care about breaking the law...is debatable.

An Ning couldn't help but think of the rumors that Mirabeau told herself. Marquis Lichar was called a devil by the people in his own territory. He once hung up his serfs and beat them to the point of disability, and then refused the court's request for compensation. Farmers are their own private goods, slaves, and they have the power of life and death.

Such a guy should not take the life of a civilian seriously at all.

In the case of a duel, the danger is still in the clear. If he refuses the duel, the danger will suddenly come out from nowhere.

In contrast, let the duel be a little better.

But in a duel, I really don't have the confidence to win...

Marquis Li Xiaer: "Why, the person who decisively challenged my son didn't accept my challenge? Sure enough, it was just as I expected. It's tricky for you to win! Don't think that if you don't accept the duel today, things will happen This is the end! I will never let my son die in vain!"

It seems that if I don't accept the challenge, things will become very troublesome.

An Ning didn't want to worry about being attacked all day long.

The lesser of two evils, as expected, can only accept a duel.

As for whether you can beat the opponent...

At this time, the strong man who threw the glove suddenly said: "It's normal for you to be afraid. I have won 14 duels. In the province where Lord Marquis's territory is located, there is no one who can beat me in duels!"

An Ning was speechless. Although the enemy is so arrogant, he can bet that the other party underestimates the enemy, but... this guy is really difficult to deal with.

Sure enough, it is too risky to compete with the opponent in swordsmanship.

If it is a pistol duel, relying on your own FPS plug-in, you may have a higher chance of winning.

After a short thought, An Ning made a decision.

An Ning: "Dare to ask your name?"

The strong man raised his chin: "Edward, Edward Alice, my family has been knights and personal bodyguards of the Marquis for generations. Why, you decided to accept a duel?"

An Ning: "Yes, I accept. According to general rules, as the party being challenged, I have the right to choose the weapon to use in the duel. I choose to use a pistol for the duel."

Edward Alice's expression froze: "What..."

An Ning said again: "I choose to use a pistol for a duel."

He paused, and asked in a provocative tone: "You don't know how to use a pistol, do you?"

Edward Alice smiled: "Of course I know how to use a pistol. But don't you know how bad that thing is? It's not right to leave the outcome to luck!"

An Ning: "Have you ever been to a battlefield? On the battlefield, whether you can survive or not generally depends on luck. If you are lucky, bullets or shells will go around you. I have returned from that kind of hell. I think my luck should be good."

Edward Alice turned to look at Marquis Lichar.

Marquis: "You are also a nobleman, although you are only a knight. A commoner is not afraid, and neither should you. It is so decided, pistol!"

An Ning: "Very good, how about choosing tomorrow as the date of the duel? I will find my own witness..."

Just at this time, the Duke appeared in the hall, so An Ning looked directly at the Duke and said, "As for the third-party witness, how about asking Your Excellency the Duke to be in charge?"

The Marquis flatly refused: "No! You are the Duke's retainer, and it is not appropriate for him to be a third-party witness. I will ask a trustworthy bishop to be a third-party witness, just like the day you and my son dueled !"

An Ning: "Alright."

Marquis Li Xiaer stared at An Ning, and said word by word: "Then tomorrow afternoon, at the place where my son died, my knight will fight you to the death!"

The Duke of Orleans intervened at this time: "Wait a minute, what's going on? Why is there a duel suddenly, let me tell you about the cause and effect?"

Obviously, the Duke ran out in a hurry after receiving the news of the Marquis' visit, without grasping the situation.

An Ning bent down to pick up the glove that Edward Alice threw at his face just now, and showed it to the Duke: "Your Excellency, Duke Thoresteil, this Edward Alice threw this glove at me just now, intending to give it to his master's son. Revenge with one arrow."

The Duke frowned: "Mr. Marquis, your son died in a formal duel. If you have any objection to the result of the duel, you should go to the court..."

Marquis Li Xiaer interrupted the Duke: "Your Excellency, the Duke! I don't trust the things that the common people concocted. What courts and lawyers are all conspiracies of the common people! We country nobles naturally have our own way of dealing with it!"

The Duke was speechless: "Well... since Andy has agreed to the duel, I have no objections. But you must accept the result of this duel. If Andy wins, you will take your son's body with you, honestly. Really leave!"

The Marquis bowed to the Duke: "Of course, if he wins, I will leave naturally. I just can't accept my son who is proficient in swordsmanship being beheaded by a cobbler's son. Of course, if Mr. Frost can use a long sword instead of a pistol To win the duel, I will be more convincing."

An Ning: "But I refused. The last time I provoked a duel on impulse, I almost got my throat blocked by a sword. I just got lucky to win. If that's the case, it's enough for me to prove my good luck, isn't it?"

The Marquis said with a straight face: "You have some truth in what you said, so let me see if you are really so lucky."

After finishing speaking, the Marquis just bowed slightly to the Duke, and then walked away proudly.

The Duke was speechless: "I am the Duke, should he respect me more?"

(End of this chapter)