The King of Knights in a Different World

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

So, Rostov naturally chose... the former.

Yes, compared with life, face is nothing.

"You are but a mere earl, and this duke does not know as much as you do.

Duel! Come again when you rise to the duke."

Reluctantly and awkwardly, Rostov found a reason.

Although he also saw that other people looked at him a little subtlely, but he couldn't control that much.

Life is more important than face.

At this moment, Lucifer said something softly with great interest.

"Rise to Duke?"

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

After careful consideration, they suddenly discovered a problem.

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

Whether Tristan is a duke is a matter of his words.

Of course, Lucifer himself would definitely not do this.

This will cause cracks in his system, but it does not prevent him from reminding people here of this.

After all, in the aristocratic system, whether to be promoted to Duke or not is sometimes... depends on whether the king is happy or not.

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

In case Lucifer suddenly promotes Tristan to the duke, the duel matter... "I won't be as knowledgeable as a young man like you when I become a duke. After all, what nobles need is connotation and culture. Not warriors like you who will fight with you every now and then.

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? Our duke won't do such meaningless things."

They don't mean what they say, but fortunately they have thick skins.

On the contrary... Bezukhov looked at the group of people with contempt.

What about provocation? Why do you get discouraged when someone mentions a duel?

Face the steel.

At the same time, several rivals here shot back at Bezukhov with their eyes.

To steel, do you think we are sand sculptures? At this time, Marquis Gluck, who is in the same camp, can't stand it.

He also despised the group of people around him.

no.138 Jealousy separates hostage walls (ask for tickets, ask for customization)

"Hmph! A bunch of cowards! The King of Knights, right?

I heard you are very powerful, I accept your duel.

Before I challenge Cu Chulainn, I just want to use you to practice.

Come, fight me, King of Knights."

This... the three-meter-tall giant roared loudly. With all his strength, the nobleman's dress burst on the spot, exposing his rock-like upper body muscles.

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

"Has your brain been seriously shrunk because of your height, or is your brain only left with muscles, and you don't understand what I just said at all?"

Lucifer said to the giant in front of him.

Gluck seemed to react at this time.

He looked at Tristan, he walked a few steps, and picked up the glove on the ground.

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

Anyway, I just want to beat one more person, it's my warm-up exercise.

Let's go! Boy, I'll go down."

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

The height of more than ten meters above the ground is nothing to this... giant.

His whole body fell from the sky like a rock and hit the ground directly.

Immediately, bursts of dust rose in the training ground.

His hand caused a pretty good visual effect.

The soldiers who were training in the training ground stopped what they were doing and looked at Gluck.

They cheered enthusiastically.

At this time, Tristan did not jump off, he turned to look at Lucifer.

Hope to get permission from the king.

Lucifer nodded slightly, expressing his 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 those of Marquis Gluck, and his movements were very graceful and light.

Even when the feet fell to the ground, there was no dust under the feet.

Facing the upcoming duel, the training soldiers stopped training completely, they were shouting to cheer for their heroes.

Gluck didn't start the duel right away, he looked at the weapon rack next to him, and finally chose a two-handed giant ax with a sharp edge.

He held the giant ax in one hand, as if it was not enough..., he went to find a single-edged giant axe.

With two giant axes, his upper body is bare, and with his ferocious face, he looks like a berserker.

Compared to the… earl's ferocious appearance, Tristan looked much more normal.

Or too weak, he took out his own bow and piano.

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

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

"Boy, you are unlucky to meet me.

I hate a little boy like you the most. With a single face, you can calmly come back between ladies and young ladies, and do whatever you want on her, but a man as outstanding as me is hated by them as soon as he gets close.

.

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

It's a man's ability to fight.

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

Gluck pointed his head at Tristan, his expression twisted.

His words did not elicit a reaction from Tristan.

"Because of jealousy, my face is beyond recognition, and in the end I can't even see my own face, and I can only become a beast in the end.

What a sad story."

Tristan closed his eyes.

Looks like a troubadour.

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

"Damn it! You're still a poet, don't... forgive, never forgive a handsome poet.

Watch me flatten your face immediately,,."

In a rage, Gluck swung his ax and charged at Tristan.

In the corridor connecting the ground training ground to the lounge, Cu Chulainn and Diarmuid quietly observed the duel.

"Did Gluck get some stimulation, why hasn't he become like a crazy pig for a while?

Although he was stupid enough before."

Cu Chulainn leaned against the wall and said speechlessly.

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

Maybe there is a reason for this, that's why he has changed now: when he sees a handsome face, he wants to hit someone."

Diarmuid told what he had 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, Glorious Appearance."

As for the handsome guy, the one in front of you... the brush is just a handsome guy, and it's quite too much.

"It doesn't matter, he can't beat me.

Compared to him, Britain's [Yao Xian] is indeed a difficult opponent."

Diarmuid looked more towards Tristan.

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

Cu Chulainn also observed Tristan carefully.

Gluck over there was covered in blood, but Tristan wasn't even hurt.

The difference between the two is clear at a glance.

Of course, Cu Chulainn felt that the reason for this overwhelming gap was related to the fighting methods of the two sides.

Otherwise, although Gluck is not as powerful as Tristan, he will not be hanged.

He also began to think about the solution to [Yao Xian] in his heart.

That...invisible attack just cut the weapon rack next to it with ordinary weapons like cutting tofu. He didn't think it was fun for that thing to touch the body.

The battle below is naturally reflected in the eyes of those watching the battle above.

"It seems that the so-called titles can't judge a person's strength. Think about it too. If a country can only judge a person's strength by titles, then the country is almost doomed."

Lucifer smiled, his words seemed to be talking to himself, but they meant something.

Naturally, Kuragin's face was even more ugly.

Seeing that the person they were expecting was hanged and beaten, these nobles felt a little embarrassed.

They are inferior to Lucifer in terms of force, so they want to find a sense of presence from other aspects.

"It doesn't matter how powerful one is, in the end it's just one person, and just because he can defeat Gluck doesn't mean he can defeat thousands of troops.

Besides, what about being strong, you can't just be someone else's subordinate."

At this time, Kuragin could barely say these things...to comfort himself.

"That's right, what we nobles need is never force.

That kind of thing is too superficial, and it doesn't suit us at all.

The blood of the nobles like us is naturally noble, so naturally we don’t need to compare ourselves with the servants.”

Bolkonski immediately nodded and agreed.

At this time, Rostov became as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.