The Knight King of the Otherworldly Moon

If you don't pick it up: you will lose face, and if you pick it up, you may die.

So, Rostov naturally chose... the former.

Yes, compared to life, what is a face?

"You are only a mere count, and this duke will not know you in the same way.

Duel! Come back when you rise to the Duke."

Rostov reluctantly and embarrassedly found a reason.

Although he also saw that other people's eyes were a little subtle now, he couldn't control that much.

Life is more important than face.

At this moment, Lucifer said something softly with interest.

"Rise to Duke?"

Although the voice of this sentence was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present.

They thought about it carefully before they suddenly realized a problem.

Yes! Standing before me is... the King of Britain.

Whether Tristan is a duke or not is a matter of his words.

Of course, Lucifer himself would definitely not do this.

This will crack his system, but it doesn't prevent him from reminding people here.

After all, in the aristocratic system, whether or not to be promoted to a duke is sometimes just... whether the king is high or not.

Thinking of this, the others looked at Rostov with more subtle eyes.

In the unlikely event that Sifiel suddenly made Tristan a Duke, the duel thing..."I wouldn't have the same knowledge as a young man like you when I was promoted to a Duke. After all, what nobles need is connotation and culture. Not a warrior like you who fights with you at every turn.

So superficial! Rude!"

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, Kuragin also stood up to support Rostov.

"That's right! That's right! What's the point of a duel, we dukes wouldn't do such a meaningless thing."

Their words were inappropriate, but fortunately they were thick-skinned.

Rather... Bezukhov looked at this group of people with contempt.

As for the provocation, why would you be cowardly when people say a duel?

Facing the steel.

Several mortal enemies here also shot back Bezukhov with their eyes at the same time.

To Gang, do you think we are sand sculptures? At this time, Marquis Gluck, who is in the same camp, is a little disgusted.

He also despised the group of people around him.

no.138 Jealousy separates the hostile wall (for tickets, for custom)

"Humph! A bunch of cowards! The king of knights, right?

I heard that you are very interested, and I accept your duel.

Just brought you to practice before challenging Cu Chulainn.

Come and fight with me, King of Knights."

The... three-meter-tall giant roared loudly, and under the strength of his entire body, the nobleman's dress burst on the spot, exposing his upper body's muscles like a rock.

Seeing such a discordant scene in front of him, Lucifer hugged Anna in his arms in advance to prevent her eyes from being polluted.

"Has your brain shrunk seriously because of your height, or is your brain only muscle, and you don't understand what I just said."

Lucifer said to the giant in front of him.

Gluck seemed to react at this time.

His eyes turned to Tristan, he took a few steps and directly picked up the gloves on the ground.

"He's good! Defeating him can challenge you, right?

Anyway, I just beat one more person, and it is my warm-up exercise.

Go! Boy, I'll go down."

After speaking, the... giant came directly to the guardrail, he jumped over the guardrail and jumped directly from the sky.

A height of more than ten meters above the ground is trivial to this... giant.

He fell from the sky like a rock and hit the ground directly.

Immediately, there was a burst of dust in the training ground.

His hand evoked a pretty good visual effect.

The soldiers who were training in the training ground all stopped their movements and looked at Gluck.

They cheered enthusiastically.

At this moment, Tristan did not jump down, he turned to look at Lucifer.

Hope to get the king's permission.

Lucifer nodded slightly in agreement.

After Tristan bowed and saluted, he also walked towards the guardrail.

He also jumped down from the guardrail, but his movements were not as exaggerated as that of Marquis Gluck, his movements were very elegant and light.

Even when both feet landed on the ground, no dust was seen under them.

In the face of the upcoming duel, the soldiers in training have completely stopped training, and they are shouting to cheer for their heroes.

Gluck didn't start the duel immediately, he looked at the weapon rack next to him, and finally chose a two-handed axe that opened up.

He held the giant axe in one hand, as if it wasn't enough..., and went to find another one-edged giant axe.

Holding two giant axes, his upper body is bare, with his fierce face, the whole gives the feeling of a berserker.

Compared to the... Count's fierce appearance, Tristan looks much more normal.

Or too weak, he took out his bow.

If you just look at it from the outside, you can see through the strength of the two people at a glance.

However, fighting is not about whoever is bigger is stronger.

"Boy, it's bad luck for you to meet me.

I hate a little white face like you the most. With one face, you can calmly come back between ladies and eldest young ladies, and do whatever you want on her, but a good man like me is hated by them as soon as they get close.

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Damn it, what's the use of being handsome, it's not like being flattered.

It's up to a man to fight.

I want to fix you well, don't blame me, blame your cowardly king."

Gluck pointed his head to Tristan, his expression distorted.

His words didn't elicit a reaction from Tristan.

"Because of jealousy, he was completely changed, and in the end he couldn't even see his own face, and in the end he could only be reduced to a beast.

What a sad story."

Tristan closed his eyes.

It looks very troubling.

And his words undoubtedly angered Gluck in front of him even more.

"Damn! You're still a poet, you can't...forgive, never forgive a handsome poet.

I'll slap your face flat immediately,."

In a frenzy, Gluck charged at Tristan with his axe.

In the corridor leading to the lounge on the ground training ground, Cu Chulainn and Dirumdo quietly observed the duel.

"Did that guy Gluck be stimulated by something, why did he not become like a crazy devil pig after a while.

Although he was stupid enough before."

Cú Chulainn leaned against the wall and said speechlessly.

"I heard that his fiancée seems to have run away with a handsome troubadour.

Maybe there's a reason for this, that's why he's just now: he's going to hit someone when he sees a handsome face."

DiLumudu said what he heard.

Cu Chulainn looked at the giant over there again, his eyes full of sympathy, and of course more gloating.

Finally, he reminded his friend.

"Then you have to be careful, Shining Appearance."

Speaking of a handsome guy, this guy in front of me... a handsome guy with a brush, it's still quite excessive.

"It's okay, he can't beat me.

Compared to him, Britain's [Demon String] is indeed a tough opponent."

DiLumuduo's eyes are more towards Tristan.

"That kind of weird attack can be launched with just a finger, it's quite insidious."

Cú Chulainn also carefully observed Tristan.