Food Poems

Chapter 83 The Honor Duel of the Sword of Brondi!

White Night City, main castle building, hall.

Candles and torches were lit in the bright hall, court musicians were playing music in the corridor on the second floor of the hall, and guests were dancing in their best attire on the dance floor in the center of the first floor.

When Yeats arrived, he saw long tables on both sides of the hall, on which were placed exquisite silverware and sumptuous food.

The host, Earl Thomas, stood next to the railing on the second floor facing the door. He looked at Yeats and raised the glass in his hand to signal.

Yeats quickly realized that the musician was playing a waltz, also known as a waltz, which had been played at the Habsburg royal ball as early as the 17th century.

"Yeats, there are a lot of food over there." Gray's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Yeats saw Earl Thomas coming down the stairs towards him, so he prepared to go forward and talk, and whispered:

"Fokas, keep an eye on Gray and don't let her get into trouble."

"Yes, sir." Both Fokase and Gray were wearing casual clothes. Wearing armor at the banquet would be considered an insult to the host.

Weddings, banquets, and balls have therefore become occasions where assassinations frequently occur. In the Central Plains, followers of the Dark Night often sneak into banquets to poison or murder people.

"Hey, Phocas, that one-eyed man is coming towards us..."

Gray refers to Knight Willow, who fought a griffin to a draw with an iron sword during a hunt.

He was also Hudson's right-hand man in his early years, but he was unable to make a breakthrough, so he later joined Thomas and tried to get promoted with the help of magic potions.

Willow was wearing an eye patch, had a gloomy look in his eyes, and was dressed in a white cotton shirt. When a servant carrying wine glasses passed by, he took two glasses and walked towards Fokase.

He handed the wine glass to Phocas, leaned close to the old knight's ear, and whispered sarcastically:

"Seeing that you are still the same, I feel relieved..."

After saying that, Willow smiled and patted Fokasse on the shoulder, wanting to clink glasses with him.

Phocas clinked his glasses and said:
"I am relieved to see that you are still just as blind."

After saying this, Phocas drank the wine in one gulp and placed the glass on the tray of a servant who was passing by.

Willow's eyes were gloomy, and the blood vessels under his eye patch were swollen and painful. He said in a low voice: "Isn't this all thanks to you? You were so powerful back then, but what about now? You are not as good as me, Fucas."

"Excuse me first." Fokasi took Gray to the long table next to the dance floor.

Click.

Willow crushed the glass with his bare hands, and the bright red wine mixed with the glass shards embedded in his palm. He had a blank expression on his face and took out a handkerchief to wipe his palm.

The servant immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground to wipe the floor.

boom!
Willow kicked the servant over, and the one-eyed man next to the eye patch stared at Fokas's back, gritting his teeth:

"Get away from me, don't dirty my shoes."

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"I wonder how old Mr. Yeats is this year?" Thomas asked with a smile.

Ye Zhi looked at the smiling fat man and said thoughtfully, "When the snow melts next year, I will be fifteen years old. What advice do you have for me, Lord Earl?"

Thomas motioned for Yeats to look up at the second floor of the hall.

Yeats looked up and saw a little blonde girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, lying on the railing, blinking her green eyes curiously.

"My daughter is also old enough to get engaged." Earl Thomas said with a smile, "I've often heard that the Bronte family has produced many outstanding people. I see that Mr. Yeats is also from a famous family. I wonder if you have considered the idea of ​​getting engaged?"

A marriage contract is equivalent to a natural alliance. The willingness of White Night City to form an alliance with Morning Frost Ridge undoubtedly shows that it highly values ​​Ye Zhi.

It seems that the Snowy Owl's outstanding performance in hunting just now left a deep impression on the fat man.

Yeats was in a strange mood.

Although there were a lot of people getting married at the age of thirteen in the Middle Ages, I still have modern ideas and cannot accept it.

Rejecting the engagement would undoubtedly make Thomas unhappy, but there was nothing I could do about it. I still wanted to decide the engagement myself.

Yeats refused, saying, "I am still young and have no idea about this yet."

"My family has extraordinary blood, and my daughter will open the Tree of Life sooner or later. Your Excellency cannot be promoted to an extraordinary person, but you can enter into a marriage contract with an extraordinary person." Thomas narrowed his green eyes, "Will you really not consider it again?"

Lao Deng, I am still the God of Art’s choice, and I don’t care whether your daughter is worthy of me or not!
Ye Zhi complained in his heart, but on the surface he said, "I am a member of the Brondi family. I need to ask my head about this matter."

Thomas's expression turned cold, and he calmly changed the subject, saying:
"I don't know, have you heard that Duke Hudson lost a nightmare horse and he was very angry about it..."

Damn, could it be the nightmare horse that Carrot kidnapped and brought to his territory?
Yeats's flawless lie started, and he said with a little surprise:

"Is there such a thing?"

Thomas said calmly, "It is said that this is not just about the Nightmare Horse. Duke Hudson intends to use the Nightmare Horse as a medium to summon the Undead Knight to serve him."

Ye Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

Could the magic riot in the swamp area that Blueberry mentioned be related to this matter?

"It is rumored that in the northern province of the Golden Lion, a female hero is buried. Her head is far away in a foreign country. The resentment remains, but it has a powerful extraordinary power."

Thomas stared at Yeats, observing the changes in his expression, and continued:
"Duke Hudson's attempt to use the power of the dead for his own benefit has damaged the honor of the nobility... I will use this as an excuse to march into Wick Harbor. I wonder what Sir Yeats thinks?"

As expected, the battle in the plot was about to break out, but Ye Zhi did not expect that the nightmare horse was actually related to an undead.

This undead ghost sounds like... a headless knight?

Hudson wants to use the Headless Horseman for his own purposes. Can I subdue the Headless Horseman?

Ye Zhi couldn't help but think to himself... Although it's a bit eerie, wouldn't it be nice to give the headless knight a helmet? "I don't have any opinions, I just want to fight the cold wave with all my heart." Ye Zhi said.

Thomas nodded, and Yeats caught a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Yeats also understood that this conversation would cause a rift in the seemingly friendly relationship.

But it doesn't matter.

If you dare to attack, you will be defeated!

Yeats left, and soon after he left, Thomas narrowed his eyes.

Thomas felt like he had a thorn in his side, and saw in Yeats a temperament that was unique to him...ambition!
A baron who has long been called rotten wood has only a tiny piece of land, but Thomas seemed to see a snow leopard with green eyes walking in the snowy night.

Whether it is a cat or a tiger, we will know it after checking it out...Thomas ordered someone to call Willow to his side.

Thomas whispered to Willow, looked at Yeats who was talking to the old knight, and said calmly:
"Go ahead, but don't get yourself killed."

Willow stood there in a daze, his whole body trembling with excitement, his one eye bloodshot, and he said hoarsely:
"I will definitely live up to your trust!"

The party is still going on.

Yeats had no interest in the dance. He came to the long table and looked at Gray who was eating heartily.

"What?" Gray sucked the pork elbow skin into her mouth and wiped the sauce-stained corners of her mouth. "Isn't it good to help you save some food money?"

Ye Zhi took out a handkerchief, wiped the corner of Gray's mouth, and said calmly:
"Don't worry, you can't eat me up."

Gray was stunned, her cheeks gradually turned red, and she slowly put down the pork elbow in her hand.

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "After all, we can have a monster feast."

Just as Gray was about to retort, she heard a clang and the glass in Fokasi's hand fell to the ground.

The music in the hall suddenly stopped.

The guests all looked at Willow and Fokase who were facing each other.

The one-eyed knight bumped into Phocas and said with a smile: "Sorry, I bumped into you by accident..."

Immediately, Willow raised his eyes slightly and stared at Fokase, and his cold voice came through the communication spell.

"After all, there's an old guy half buried in the ground who wasn't here in the first place."

Phocas clenched his fists and remained silent.

"One is half buried in the ground, and the other is rotten wood. No wonder you accompanied Yeats to take office." Willow sent a message, "In my opinion, Yeats is a bastard, so he was exiled to the border by the earl, right? A bastard born of adultery?"

With bloodshot eyes, Phocas grabbed Willow by the collar and said, "You...fool, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Bang!
The ladies looked at Willow who suddenly flew backwards and screamed with their hands covering their mouths.

Willow fell on the long table, shattering a bunch of glasses.

Fokasi was stunned. He didn't do anything at all, but Willow pretended to be beaten away!
Willow propped himself up on his knees and slowly stood up from the broken glass. His eyes, behind his eye patch, held years of deep-seated hatred. He shouted:

"You insulted me, Phocas! I challenge you to a duel!"

Duels are extremely popular in the Central Courtyard Continent, and even gave rise to two major methods: "judicial duel" and "honor duel".

A judicial duel is when the prosecution and the defense in court make conflicting statements and both sides can use the duel to prove their innocence.

Honor duels are even more common. As long as certain prerequisites are met, one party can challenge the other party to a duel to defend their honor.

Even at court banquets, duels would take place. In Golden Lion, where martial spirit was prevalent, the guests were happy to watch the excitement.

Phocas looked around at the guests who were whispering to each other, his clenched hands trembling and his heart in turmoil.

Willow is a knight of Earl Thomas, and Morningfrost Ridge has no way to resist the iron hoof of White Night City.

I am the knight of Brondi. I cannot challenge Thomas's knight just because I am angry. This will cause great trouble to the young master...

"What are you hesitating about, Phocas!"

Willow looked at Fokas who had been standing there for a long time, and after a moment's pause, he said, "You are not going to ask me to forgive you, are you? Sword of Brondi, you actually hesitated before the duel!"

Willow's laughter echoed in the hall, and he laughed until tears came out: "After all these years, I really overestimated you!"

"I..." Fokas took a deep breath, hunched over, and seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

"Promise him a duel."

A resounding voice rang out.

Everyone looked at the handsome silver-haired boy.

Yeats looked at Phocas and said word by word:

"I say, promise him a duel."

On the second floor of the hall, Thomas slowly narrowed his green eyes like an old wolf king.

Willow glanced at Yeats with his one eye, then looked at Phocas, his pupils shrank slightly, and the fear of that year suddenly came to his mind again!
The old knight slowly straightened his chest, his aged face full of determination and his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"In the name of the sword of Brondi—" said Fokasi, "I will defend the glory of Brondi and accept your duel!"

　There is one more chapter, which will be a little later, after I finish writing this duel!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)