The duel venue is located in the spacious backyard of the official residence.

The duel is to compete immediately.

On that long and excessive walkway, the Earl of France and the Duke of Brittany each rode their horses.

The long dark night has left, and beside them is the rising sun.

"You remember every word I say, no matter whether I am living or dead today."

The Duke of Brittany said to the two knights who came in to witness the duel.

"The family of Princess Navarra lost their territory and became a landless noble, so I tore the engagement. She and I have no relationship with me. I kept her because I wanted to give her hostage to the new lord of the Navarra to continue the alliance between the two countries. Today's duel was because Carolin wanted to rescue her, that's all."

"I want to kill Princess Navarra first, so it's not her fault that she wants to escape with other men. The grudge against Caroling was concluded in this duel. No matter who lives or dies, no one else can intervene, and there is no need to take revenge."

"Do you understand?"

The two knights nodded in surprise. They realized that the current duke was a little abnormal.

"I didn't expect you to really tell your conspiracy openly." The Count of Ile-de-France mocked, "Incredible, eye-opening."

"Because this is not something to hide." The Duke of Brittany replied seriously, "Although I am sorry to Simena, I am worthy of my territory and country."

The Count of Ile de France raised the thick lance, while the Duke of Brittany tidied up his collar.

The two turned their horses to each other and set a distance.

Then, they each put down their rifles and rushed towards each other!

The war horses were neighing, but the two of them were extremely silent on the horse. Their attention was all focused on the key points of the other party's body. The competition was immediately, and often one interlaced to determine the outcome!

The real showdown is only in a flash.

With a "click", the lance in the hand of the Count of Ile de France cracked into pieces.

The Duke of Brittany's body was stabbed off his war horse and rolled on the ground!

The war horse that had lost its master ran forward and disappeared into the Duke's garden.

Everything happened so suddenly that even the Earl of Ile de France was stunned.

"Win..."

Princess Navarra, who was watching the game on the balcony, rubbed her eyes. What happened in front of her was like a dream, which made her feel unbelievable for a moment.

"Yeah, I won."

The little maid's voice came coldly, not by her side, but behind Princess Navara. Princess Navara felt a chill behind her, and turned around suddenly and found that the little maid had an extra dagger on her hand.

"What do you want to do?" Princess Navarra wanted to retreat in fear, but behind her was the balcony.

"The Duke is going to die. Why are you so lucky? You are no longer a princess, why are there anyone who risked his life to save you? Why are there anyone who risked his duel for your reputation?"

The little maid's shoulders were trembling.

"You are just locked up, your hands, your feet, your face, and even your hair are not damaged. In this way, someone will avenge you and kill people for you. And my whole eyes have been dug out, but I can only be the murderer's mistress here."

"Calorin and the others are now below, and they will come up in a while." Princess Navarra tried to remind the maid, "You think clearly about the consequences before doing things."

"Are you threatening me? Until now, you are still threatening me?"

The little maid burst out in anger. The next second, she waved her dagger and slashed at Princess Navara!

The princess subconsciously turned her head, causing the little maid to sway, but her body staggered and fell to the ground.

The little maid sat on her with a grin and pointed the dagger into her eyes. Princess Navarra grabbed the little maid's wrist and struggled to death.

And in the garden just below the balcony, the air was extremely quiet and even the wind stopped.

"Don't come here." The Duke of Brittany used his last strength to stop the two knights who wanted to rush over. "This is a life-and-death duel. Before one side is killed, the duel did not stop."

The Count of Ile de France rode on his horse and slowly walked back to the Duke of Brittany.

"Why aren't you using magic?" he asked coldly immediately, "You're trying hard to drag me into the duel and then beat me?"

"Don't underestimate me, Caroling, I am a nobleman with glory. I promise you that this is a fair and just duel.

The Duke of Brittany lay on the ground dyingly, as if he was so angry.

"There is a saying you are right. From the beginning, I should choose to duel with you instead of using the army to kill you. Your magic is exhausted when fighting my army... I will give you all here."

"Do you think you can win me without magic?"

"I think?"

The Duke of Brittany suddenly burst into laughter

I chose to betray Siména, I thought I was right, but I was enemies of you; I chose to accept the church of Abraham, I thought I was right, but I had to evacuate from the capital. After I took the territory from my father, I have been working diligently to make the territory prosperous, and I thought I would become a great king and live a hundred years. As a result, because of the choices in the past few days, I lost Siména, lost the two allies, lost the loyalty of the standing army, and lost the awe of the vassals."

After laughing, the Duke of Brittany cried in great sadness.

"I am a little tired of it. Life and death are fate, success and failure are in heaven. Am I wrong? I am right! What are the consequences of these choices that people can predict? It is God that will destroy me! Today, even if I survive, I can only live cowardly for the rest of my life. It is better to die in a dignified duel, and it is not considered losing the glory of being a noble. At least today, in the hearts of most leaders, I am still a promising lord."

"Glory, glory." The Earl of France repeated the word several times in annoyance. Suddenly, he turned over and dismounted, raised his fist and slapped the Duke of Brittany in the face!

"Diet to the point of death, I will show this to me. Do you think it is honorable to keep your fiancé in a cage? Ah?"

"Have you seen what her room has turned into? The pigpen is not that dirty! Do you think it's glorious? Ah?"

"I pour the rice on the ground and feed you, and then mix it with urine for you. Are you willing to eat it? Do you think it's very honorable? Ah?"

"And just now, you casually said you wanted to give your fiancée to someone. Do you think this is very honorable? Ah?"

He cursed four times in a row, and every time he cursed, he punched the Duke heavily in the face. The Duke was already seriously injured, and after these four punches, he was already unconscious.

"Wake up!"

The Count of Ile-de-France harshly woke the Duke up and raised his fist high:

"The shot you just stabbed you and the four punches were all for Simana. She is the princess of Navarra, but you are raised as a dog. But don't think that this is over, you still owe a punch - I have always kept it firmly in my heart, because if I forgot, no one will give her this punch again."

As he said that, the Earl of France used all his strength to smash his fist down on the bridge of the Duke of Brittany's nose!

His roar rang out in the garden:

"I just didn't look down on the princess. Why do you have to dig out the eyes of a young girl? Just because she is just a maid? Do you think this is very honorable? Ah!"
Chapter completed!