son-in-law of blood

Chapter 163 Attack!

"I wonder if I'm lucky enough to dance with Madam Ling?"

Hearon frowned slightly after hearing these words.

Xillen was not very familiar with the etiquette of many aristocrats. Perhaps in the eyes of these aristocrats who had been in the upper class, inviting other people's wives to dance was a very normal thing.

But Hellen was still very conservative in his bones, but seeing Pepys being so polite, he didn't want to get angry directly, so he just smiled lightly:
"Sorry to disappoint Lord Pepys, but my wife doesn't want to dance with you!"

Pepys continued to smile and replied, "Your Excellency never asked Mrs. Ling, how do you know she doesn't want to dance with me?"

A wave of anger had already grown in Hellen's heart, this kid is too clueless.

With a cold snort, Helen accentuated her tone:
"My wife will not dance with any man but me! My lord Pepys, have I said enough!"

After refusing, Hellen snorted coldly and sat back in his seat. He thought Pepys would give up at this point, after all, he had already spoken so bluntly.

However, how could Pepys, who was already obsessed with lust, leave just because of such a sentence.

With a slight smile, Pepys ignored Hearon again, but looked lovingly at Hepburn next to Hearon's hand, stretched out his hand, and said affectionately:

"Beautiful lady, can I dance with you?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall froze as if, and a trembling aura emanated from Hellen's body.

All the guests who had been enjoying the banquet also stopped their activities at this time, and watched the development of this matter with leisure.

They couldn't wait to see this upstart who had won an entire barony make a fool of himself.

If he retreats, he can't even keep his own woman, and it will definitely become the laughing stock of the upper class in the entire Duolin Province.

Come on, the Pepys in front of you is the most beloved son of General Raphael. How dare Helen, who has just arrived, fight against a general who holds a large army!

Hellen's eyes swept across to Varian who was sitting on the main seat without any trace.

At this time, Varian was watching everything that happened in the field calmly, and did not make any statement.

Seeing this, Xillen already understood in his heart, and then a deadly killing intent appeared all over his body:
"Varian, you should never, never should have started on Hepburn!"

With a cold smile on his face, Hellen stopped Hepburn who was about to make a move, stood up again, and smiled slightly at that Pepys:
"Pepys Raphael?"

The rich smile on Pepys' face makes one feel that he is really a polite young man:

"Oh, has Your Excellency Hellen changed his mind?"

"Hmph, how dare a little baron..."

"Snapped!"

Pepys' thoughts were interrupted by a loud slap.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scorching pain on his face that pierced into the bone marrow.

Pepys touched his face blankly, the pupils of his eyes dilated slightly, as if he had seen a ghost, his face was full of disbelief.

Since... was beaten?

Was he slapped in the face in full view?
Shocked, there were also crowds of onlookers.

Hit... Hit someone?

This Xillen actually hit someone directly?
As an aristocrat, he naturally has the basic etiquette of an aristocrat.

No matter how much blood and deep feud the two people have behind them, they must be in harmony and happy when they meet.

Especially in such a public place where celebrities gather, almost no one will take the initiative to do it.

In their view, taking the initiative to do something is a symbol of barbarism and vulgarity.

Attacking opponents with harsh and sarcastic language is the highest bottom line these nobles can tolerate.

But today, a baron unexpectedly slapped a son of the viscount family in the face at a grand welcome dinner without saying a word.

A face slap in the true sense!

Many people opened their mouths slightly, and looked at the scene in shock.

After a while, Pepys, who was hit hard by this, finally reacted.

I was beaten by someone!
In full view!
Under the eyes of my father!

What a shame!
It was as if a heavy wooden hammer had been pounded on the chest, and Pepys took a sharp breath to compose himself.

Pepys was about to curse, but Heron didn't give him a chance to react, and a white glove flew right in front of his eyes.

Reflexively, Pepys grabbed the glove.

duel!

The atmosphere in the banquet reached its climax the moment Xillen made this move!

So cool!

They underestimated Xieren's methods. He not only dared to hit people in public, but also dared to propose a duel without hesitation!
Coupled with this handsome and charming face, Xillen's image was instantly elevated in the hearts of many ladies and ladies.

In their view, Hellen was fighting for his own woman.

Pepys was also stunned at this moment, staring blankly at the white glove in his hand, feeling cold in his heart.

"I, Hieron Mebius, would like to have a fair duel with Your Excellency, Sir Pepys Raphael, under the witness of the gods, and I will never die!"

A low and suppressed voice sounded slowly, and the lustful Pepys finally woke up.

Then his face turned pale, his lips trembled constantly, and he looked at his father in the crowd in horror.

Although Pepys didn't know Hieren's specific cultivation level, he also vaguely knew that the man in front of him was someone who dared to fight against the Lich.

He still has some self-knowledge about himself, it's okay to bully women who are powerless, but if he really encounters a lifeless person like Hellen, ten heads are not enough for him to lose.

His pleading eyes turned to his father Raphael, but it was a pity that General Raphael's cold and solemn expression made his heart sink gradually.

Dueling is glorious and inviolable. Now that you have accepted the white gloves, you must fight!
Pepys didn't want to know why this little nobleman challenged him to a duel so boldly and openly. Didn't he already know his identity?
Hellen looked at Pepys in front of him calmly, and the corner of his eyes stayed on Varian.

Pepys?
Helen didn't bother to duel with this kind of person, even if he didn't intend to let him go, he wouldn't do it here.

Varian, it's time for you to start expressing your opinion!
Varian still had a gentle smile on his face, but he was already a little at a loss in his heart.

He was stumped by the man in front of him.

He didn't expect that Xillen would be so decisive, he would hit someone if he disagreed with him, and immediately initiate a duel after beating someone!

The development of the matter was far beyond his expectations. He intended to use Pepys' hand to disgust Heron, express his anger at losing the Tiris collar, and test the depth of this kid by the way.

But now that he was out of anger, the depth of the test made him a little bit embarrassed.

He dared not let this Shiron duel with Pepys.

He still knows Helen's level. If Pepys is really beaten to death, he will not be able to explain it to Raphael.

Besides, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that Pepys without any title can appear here, it must be deliberately done by someone who wants to use his hands to plan something.

And there is no doubt that this person is very likely to be himself as the governor.

Today, I used Pepys to attack Helen, and I have already bypassed Raphael, and I didn't discuss it with Raphael in advance. In case his son has any troubles...

Although Raphael is his subordinate, but the boss killed his son, no matter how obedient his subordinates are, he would not choose to settle down.

His thoughts were quickly completed, and after much consideration, Varian, who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, finally spoke!

(End of this chapter)