The King of Knights

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In the afternoon, Lucifer took Anna to the main training ground of Ross under the leadership of the two dukes.

This is the main place where Ross soldiers are used to train, originally Lucifer was still looking forward to seeing the training method of killing sharp soldiers, but it was no surprise that this was just a place for ordinary soldiers to train.

As he strolled, Lucifer pondered the current situation. In a sense, he admired the efficiency of the Terrible. There are many details to deal with this kind of thing of marrying a princess, especially under the aristocratic system, but he can do it in three days.

They are now on a high platform, overlooking the huge training ground on the ground.

“This is the regular legion of Ross, and almost every powerful warrior of Ross will come here to train and then become a member of the Imperial Legion. What does His Majesty the Knight think? Duke Bezukhov was proudly introducing Lucifer.

In his eyes, these soldiers may look good and fight fiercely. But in Lucifer’s eyes, as an army, they are not yet qualified. Because the army’s most basic orders and prohibitions have not yet been learned.

However, seeing the appearance of this duke, Lucifer did not directly pour cold water on their territory. He just said lightly.

“Good!”

As soon as Lucifer’s words were finished, several nobles walked behind the hall, and the leader was the Kurakin he saw before.

“It seems that Britain’s army is quite strong, so my elite warriors of Ross are only good in the eyes of His Majesty the Knight King.”

As soon as Kurakin’s words were finished, Paulconsky continued with a strange look on his face.

“Eh! Duke Kurakin, you can’t say that. He is a knight king, the king of the kingdom of knights. If you look at the guards around him, you can see that he is an excellent person who has experienced hundreds of battles, and naturally he does not look at our Ross warriors. ”

Paulconsky’s words seemed to provoke the consent of other fellow nobles, who could not help but laugh. One of them, who was obviously more than three meters tall, touched his nose and looked at Tristan with a somewhat disdainful expression.

“This kind of thin man can’t hit at a glance, I can hit ten with one hand, what use can he have?”

“Marquis Gluck, pay some attention to your words. He is a member of His Majesty’s most proud Knights of the Round Table. Kurakin laughed and said the opposite.

“That’s right! I heard that the knights in the round table are all powerful figures, I don’t know if it’s true. Paul Consky continued.

They seemed to be very happy, and the Duke Rostov next to them joined in.

“A long time ago, we heard about the bravery of His Majesty the Knight King, and it is said that you once killed a thousand people with one sword. Since I came to Ross this time, I wonder if I can let us see it once. ”

Although these people seem to be laughing very much. Bezukhov, however, had a bad feeling. Lucifer had been smiling since the beginning, but he didn’t feel a smile. He is the knight king in front of him, the kind of person who has good character so that others can smile even when they are on their heads.

In fact, Lucifer saw that they knew what these idiots wanted to do. Because of the existence of the Thunder Emperor, they did not dare to make a positive move, so they came up with this provocative method.

It’s so clumsy. It’s not like that, let me teach you, trash.

“Who do you think I am? What do you think you are? Dare to make such a request. Show you bravery? A performance like a clown? What my knights are after is real combat. Since you want to see my bravery, well, as you wish, Tristan. ”

“Your will!”

Tristan slowly came to Rostov’s eyes, he took off his gloves and threw them Rostov’s face. This is a declaration called a duel, and in general, this kind of duel is accepted as life or death.

A member of the Round Table, Tristan was a British nobleman and was currently a second-class earl. Although he seems to be far from the duke, his real power is the envy of some dukes.

The glove hit Rostov directly in the face, making his smile disappear along with it. The other dukes and even the marquis beside them were stunned at the same time. No one thought that Lucifer would play such a hand directly.

The scene fell into a mysterious silence for a while. Rostov looked at the gloves on the ground and was in a dilemma. If in front of so many nobles, he did not dare to pick it up, then others would definitely laugh at his timidity in the future, if he picked it up, he compared himself, and then looked at Tristan, he did not think that the other party would show mercy. This demon string will definitely take the opportunity to kill him directly.

If you don’t pick it up, you will lose face, and if you pick it up, you may die. So, Rostov naturally chose … Former.

Yes, compared to life, the face is nothing.

“You are just a small count, and this duke will not see you in general. Duel! Wait until you ascend to the Duke. Rostov reluctantly and embarrassed found a reason.

Although he also saw that the eyes of others looking at him were a little subtle now, he couldn’t manage so much. Life is more important than face.

At this time, Lucifer whispered with interest.

“Ascended to Duke?”

Although the sound of this sentence was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present. When they thought about it, they suddenly found a problem.

Oh, yes! Standing in front of him is the King of Britain. Whether Tristan is a duke or not is a matter of his words. Of course, Lucifer himself certainly wouldn’t do that. This will crack his system, but it will not prevent him from making people here associate it.

After all, in the aristocratic system, whether or not to be promoted to duke is sometimes to see the king unhappy.

Thinking of this, the others suddenly looked at Rostov with more subtle eyes. In case Lusifir suddenly made Tristan the Duke, then the duel thing…

“When I am promoted to duke, I will not see the same as a young man like you, after all, nobles need connotation and culture, not martial artists like you who can duel with you at every turn. Too superficial! Off color! Thinking of this, Rostov immediately added.

This time he directly stated that he would not duel. Don’t give Lucifer any reasonable chance to kill him. At this time, Kurakin also stood up to support Rostov.

“That’s right! That’s right! What’s the point of dueling, our duke will not do such a meaningless thing. ”

Their words were wrong, but fortunately they were thick-skinned. Bezukhov’s side looked at the group with contempt. Say good provocation, how can people say duel you will instigate. Facing steel.

Several of the sworn opponents here also shot back at Bezukhov with their eyes at the same time. To steel? Do you think we are sand sculptures?

At this time, Marquis Gluck, who was in the same camp, was a little unbearable. He also despised the group of people around him. _

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