In the Name of the Queen

Roland spoke in a gentle and calm tone, with an elegant posture and a kind look, which fully conformed to the calm temperament that a gentleman should have.

Compared with Carl Vinson, whose face turned liver-colored, he had already won a lot in temperament.

Now he was seizing Carl Vinson's mistakes, taking advantage of the victory and controlling the other party severely.

Even the most demanding teacher Mary would smile with satisfaction at Roland's handling.

Although Roland's response was not friendly, no one thought he was excessive.

He was not the one who provoked, nor was he the one who apologized insincerely. The fault was all on Carl Vinson. Why do you say that Roland was aggressive?

Too arrogant.

This is the evaluation of Carl Vinson by the onlookers.

William Macbeth, the old patriarch of the Macbeth family, has a lofty status in the literary world. He almost single-handedly changed the world's stereotype of the vulgarity of the Sussex literary world.

His representative work is the epic poem "Macbeth".

To commemorate this classic that allowed him to touch the seventh level of the extraordinary, he even changed his family name to Macbeth.

In recognition of the old Macbeth's contribution to the cultural cause of Sussex, the emperor conferred him the title of earl and granted him a platinum pardon.

Holding a platinum pardon, as long as it is not a serious crime of treason or rebellion, it can be a death sentence once.

This is an affirmation of the old Macbeth's contribution, but no one expected that this honor would make the Macbeth family particularly arrogant.

They look down on the rising stars in the literary world and the political elites, and always think that the Sussex literary world was saved by their own family.

This is also the confidence of Carl Vinson to provoke Roland carelessly.

If it were someone else, they might not be willing to confront the Macbeth family head-on, but Roland is different.

William Macbeth, the old shaman pretended to be dead and deceived people, he was also a potential victim, and Carl Vinson took the initiative to provoke him, so he would not indulge this bad habit.

Since you dare to provoke, you must be prepared to be counterattacked.

Unfortunately, Carl Vinson looked down on Roland, a gigolo who relied on women to get to the top.

In his script, the gigolo would tremble in fear when he heard the reputation of the Macbeth family.

He was just a waste who relied on licking the queen's tender feet to get to the top. Why would he go against the top family with a platinum pardon?

However, Roland's reaction caught him off guard.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but there was no way out.

If he didn't kill Roland, he would always be a laughing stock.

Only blood could wash away the shame!

He didn't care whether Her Majesty the Queen would be furious. Not to mention a mere puppet, even the queen with real power might not be able to touch the Macbeth family.

Forcing him to apologize in public was good.

He lost only his vanity.

Roland lost his life.

Carl Vinson took a deep breath, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he put them on his chest and bowed deeply to Roland.

"Respected Lord Roland, I just said something offensive with contempt for you, please forgive me."

The whole place was silent.

The participants who had not noticed the change just now also came over.

It's fun to watch!

Queen Sylph was "anxiously" pinching the hem of her skirt, and the huge hem of her skirt stopped her from moving forward.

She just looked panicked, but she was calm inside.

She knew Roland, this guy would never suffer any loss.

The last idiot who plotted against him has gone to the underworld, and his family has gone to the north to herd sheep.

The Macbeth family, right? Platinum pardon, right?

We have to find a way to make them rebel against the country, so that we can deal with them legally.

Just as Sylph was thinking, Roland responded with a smile.

"Carl Vinson, although you have no sincerity in apologizing, I don't want to be aggressive here. I accept your apology, but I don't accept offense. I challenge you to an honor duel!"

Carl Vinson stared at Roland in amazement, and couldn't believe his ears at all.

Wait, what did Roland say just now?

Initiate an honor duel? !

Isn't this his line?

Roland has taken all the words, what did he say?

This time, not only he was confused, but the other spectators were also dumbfounded.

No way, how could a pretty boy think that he could beat a knight in a duel?

In the crowd, Sylph was slightly nervous, but still full of confidence.

She had fought side by side with Roland and knew his strength and flexible fighting style very well.

When Roland became the head of the group, there must be people who were dissatisfied. When he needed to establish his authority, someone took the initiative to give his head. That was great.

Although the onlookers were all celebrities in the upper class, it was human nature to like watching the excitement, and it would not change with their status.

When Roland challenged them to a duel, some people even started to make a noise.

Only Lisa almost fainted.

She knew that Roland's extraordinary ability was [writer], which was not suitable for fighting, so she was extremely anxious.

But she was tripped by her high heels and her long evening dress, and couldn't squeeze through at all.

Just as she took off her shoes and prepared to rush in, Sylph appeared in front of her.

"Don't worry, Roland will win."

Lisa wanted to ask why, but all her questions disappeared in the Queen's firm eyes.

She even had the illusion that Sylph understood Roland better than she did.

Sylph knew what he could do and what he should do.

Lisa looked up at Sylph, bit her lip and moved her feet, put her high heels back on, and tried to make herself almost the same height as the Queen.

She pinched the hem of her skirt to salute the Queen, and silently cast her eyes to the center of the crowd.

Although Carl Vinson was unhappy that Roland took away all his lines, Roland's willingness to take the initiative made him feel extremely comfortable.

He readily agreed to Roland's additional request for a duel.

It is a matter of victory or defeat, as well as life and death. There is no limit to the rules, as long as you are beaten to death.

The duel took place next to the grove outside the side entrance of the palace, and no one was allowed to watch.

These are reasonable demands. Carl Vinson is confident that he will win and of course he will not refuse.

Of course, the duel takes place outside the palace. It would be disrespectful to stain the palace carpet with dirty blood.

Before leaving the banquet hall, Roland looked around the audience and asked with a smile: "Which distinguished guest can lend me a pistol? I was in a hurry and forgot to bring it."

Of course, none of the guests brought guns. Is bringing a musket to the royal art salon a court of death?

Only Queen Sylph can provide muskets.

She walked towards Roland holding a silver-gray pistol in her right hand and a champagne glass in her left hand.

She whispered almost close to Roland's ear: "This is my sidearm. It has three rounds of ammunition. The first round is a solid lead bullet, the second round is an alchemical acid-etching round, and the third round is a magic explosive round."

Under the envious gazes of everyone, Her Majesty the Queen raised the champagne in her hand and said with a smile:

"Please drink up the champagne in advance of victory."

Milanese champagne is a fine wine to celebrate a victory, and she makes no secret of which side she prefers.

The onlookers watched this scene silently, thoughtfully.

Roland took the pistol but did not take the champagne. He stretched out his hand and made a downward movement.

"Leave it for now and drink it when you come back!"

No matter what kind of champagne, don't open it randomly.

This is the obsession of Milan fans.

Under Sylph's gentle gaze, he strode toward the duel location.

Unlike the bright lights in the banquet hall, it was pitch black, like a man-eating beast.

Sylph's face was calm and she held a goblet in her hand, as elegant as a white rose blooming quietly.

Lisa, who was standing not far from her, was keenly aware that Her Majesty the Queen's hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.

The translucent wine in the glass rippled.

Just like Lisa and Sylph's current mood.

"boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

Lisa's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and her hands were shaking involuntarily.

She had never been so nervous in her life.

He looked at the Queen out of the corner of his eye.

The champagne in the glass swirled even more.

It turns out she was worried too.

Lisa bit her lip, closed her eyes, and carefully captured the slight sounds in the air.

Scoops, explosions, and roars kept coming.

Then there was a second gunshot, and then a third gunshot.

Each shot hit her heart, making her unsteady.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, the Queen could no longer hold the goblet in her hand and had to hold it tightly with both hands.

The gunfire stopped and the sea was calm.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the results.

After a suffocating wait, a figure appeared at the door of the banquet hall.

With handsome features and a kind smile, he is none other than Roland.

He walked slowly to the Queen, gave Lisa a reassuring look, and then handed the pistol with a slightly hot muzzle to Sylph.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me the Spear of Promise of Victory."

Under everyone's stunned gaze, he casually took the trembling champagne in Sylph's hand and drank it in one gulp.

Milan Champagne is still refreshing.

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