Be a matchmaker in an otome game

Chapter 338 Duel Letter

Nannuo was very efficient in his work. The person in charge under him went to the wounded soldiers concentration camp to find Felissa the next day.

This was a very shrewd-looking man, about thirty years old, with a mustache and slightly small eyes. The disdain and ridicule hidden in his eyes when he looked at people made Felissa feel uncomfortable.

With a surname and a given name, it is not difficult to tell that this is a nobleman. I wonder if his sense of superiority comes from the fact that he is a "pure-blooded" nobleman, while Felissa is a "miscellaneous" one.

"Hello, my name is Leon Lipei. I serve as the logistics adjutant. I am contacting you at the request of Your Excellency Nannuo."

Felissa also greeted briefly: "Hello, Mr. Leon, this is Felissa Nameless. Thank you for making this trip."

Leon raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, then waved his hand, then took out a ledger and started checking the accounts with Felissa.

Since Nannuo has specifically stated that it is not allowed to withhold retirement pensions from wounded soldiers, there is really no trickery in this area. All pensions are paid out normally, but to be honest, if there is no other income, the pension will be paid out normally.

It will be spent soon. It can only be said to be useful, but not completely useful.

Since the accounts were accurate, the verification was completed quickly. At this point, the work of distributing the pension was officially handed over to Felissa. The allocation of the pension was also sent to the treasury of Cliff City. Felissa would go back when she needed it.

Withdraw.

The two of them had a tacit understanding of each other and never mentioned anything other than work, so things passed in harmony.

However, something unexpected happened just as Leon was about to leave.

It was Jason who wanted to report something to Felissa.

Jason is the injured foot. He cannot rush or run in daily activities. He can only walk slowly. Once he walks fast, the burden on the injured foot will be heavy.

It was a coincidence that when he opened the door, Leon was about to go out, and the distance between them was only half an arm's length.

Both of them changed their expressions. Before Jason could speak, Leon became furious: "Get out of here!"

Then Leon reached out and pushed Jason away hard.

A heart-pounding pain came from Jason's tilted foot. Jason himself was trying to retreat in a hurry, but was pushed and fell to the ground.

Leon seemed to have touched something dirty. He took out a delicate embroidered handkerchief and slowly wiped each finger clean. Then he threw the handkerchief to the ground in disgust and left without looking back.

This process actually only happened in an instant. Only then did Felissa react and stepped forward to help Jason up.

"No, no, no, don't touch me." Jason said hurriedly. He stood up carefully while holding on to the wall, tried to move his ankle, and then breathed a sigh of relief. His foot seemed not to be hurt.

The happy look on his face made Felissa feel very uncomfortable.

Jason is actually a very smart person. He works hard to survive and live a better life within the scope of his options. The four people were divided into groups before, and the eight people were divided into two groups.

The method of making a living in groups and learning from one group to another was his idea, and it was also what he asked Felissa to bear witness to.

Felissa dared to say that if he was given a chance, he would not be any worse than most nobles.

Why do they have to live so humble and helpless?

"Mr. Leon." Felissa called out to the man who was almost walking away. When he turned around, Felissa said word for word, "You haven't apologized yet."

Leon's eyes widened in disbelief and he said angrily: "Did you make a mistake and asked me to apologize to him?"

"Of course." Faced with Leon's anger, Felissa showed no intention of retreating. She stepped forward, "Of course you should apologize if you did something wrong."

"Did I do something wrong?" Leon laughed angrily, "I just pushed away a bug that was blocking the way. What did I do wrong?"

This kind of discrimination is deeply rooted. Felissa has no intention of changing his mind, and they will not meet again after this time, but she must fight for this breath.

Changing the minds of many people is not an easy task, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and changes in situations often start from these small things.

Felissa held her waist, where she kept her wand.

She slowly drew her wand.

"Since you don't want to apologize, let's follow the rules in the military camp." Felicia looked directly at Leon and approached him step by step.

There are indeed rules for challenging in the military camp, and that is when it is innocuous. Most of them occur in quarrels and disputes over trivial matters. Public opinions are justified and women are justified. In this case, it is better to have a fight to decide what is right and wrong.

Felissa has not experienced this kind of challenge. Most of the time, others cannot disturb her. Azarez protects her very well. She does not need to face such disputes.

Seeing Felissa approaching, Leon felt a little panicked for no reason.

He is just a logistics worker and has never really been on the battlefield. Compared with most soldiers, he can be regarded as spoiled. But even so, Leon thinks that he has experienced a lot, but he was forced by a little girl.

Got flustered.

He pulled out the wand with both outward and inner sternness: "Then don't regret it."

"Miss Felicia," Jason shouted in confusion, "you don't have to be like this."

"Shut up," Felissa said simply, "I'm not just doing this for you."

The news that Felissa was going to duel quickly spread throughout the wounded soldiers concentration camp, even the pharmacist heard it, and he hurried over: "What are you going to do?"

"Let some people apologize." Felissa replied while checking her equipment.

The pharmacist said sincerely: "Why are you suffering? It's not a big deal, so just be patient and get through it, isn't it?"

Forbearance has always been the only choice for common people when facing nobles. You have to endure when you are humiliated, you have to endure when you are beaten, you still have to endure when your life is threatened, because if you cannot endure one life, it may drag down more lives together.

die.

Felissa replied softly: "No."

Why should someone who has done nothing wrong have to "endure"? Leon can't realize his mistake, so she will help him realize it.

"He is a noble!" the pharmacist almost shouted.

"What a coincidence, so am I." Felissa replied with all her might.

The pharmacist seemed to realize at this moment that Felissa was a noble. She was usually not as hardworking as a noble, and she was not particular about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

"Are you sure you can beat him?"

"No," Felissa shook her head, "I didn't even know him before."

She doesn't even know Leon, how can she know what his strength is like? If she doesn't know what his strength is, how can she dare to say that she is sure to win?

The pharmacist was so tempered by her: "Then you still dare to issue a challenge to him."

Felissa raised her eyes to look at the pharmacist, with a touch of arrogance in her eyes that rarely appeared in her: "I graduated from the senior class of the college, and there is no Mr. Leon in the list of graduates of the senior class of the college."

(End of chapter)