Chapter 2675

Georgiana had watched Figue fight a Portuguese in Paris, with a rapier.

To be honest, Figore's proficiency with a two-handed sword is not as good as hers with a slender sword, and even a layman like Georgiana can see this. When Figoer used the slender sword, he could draw lines as fine as geometric figures like his opponent, but with the two-handed sword, it seemed that he just swung round, slashed and stabbed.

Of course, it is also possible that this is how the two-handed sword is used, and Figor danced it so fast that it even left afterimages.

"Bravo!"

When everyone was watching, there was a sudden burst of applause.

She looked over and found that it was the guest who mentioned the Napoleon novel to her just now, and he was called out in the middle of his sentence.

Then she saw beside him, Gaston Martin and her knights, and Augereau, smiling as he watched Figuere's "show."

"I didn't expect it to be an 'Iron Butterfly'." Lila Brick walked over and calmly separated the purgers from the United States from Georgiana.

"What is an iron butterfly?" asked Georgiana.

"It's just an Italian fencing practice routine. Look, don't they look like butterfly wings?" Brick said, pointing at Figoer.

Georgiana took a closer look and found that Figore had indeed let the two-handed sword slash through both left and right sides.

"Why not 'Iron Bird'?" asked Georgiana.

Just when Brick was thinking about how to answer her question, the "guest" brought the members of the Knights over.

"I hope you don't mind," said the visitor in French with an Italian accent, which was different from Napoleon's French with the same Italian accent, and his accent was cadenced, as if reciting poetry.

"Don't mind what?" Georgiana asked.

"A few friends want to join us." The guest looked at Gaston Martin "and they told me they were your knights."

"That's right, I canonized them." Georgiana looked at the guests and said, "Also, you haven't introduced who you are yet?"

"He's Dominique, Dominique Dragusi, and his father and I are business friends," Gaston Martin said immediately.

"But I'm not in business." Dominique said with a smile, "I prefer poetry."

Georgiana laughed and said nothing.

Napoleon also liked poetry very much, but this did not affect his other talents.

"Who are you?" Augelo asked Brick domineeringly.

The No. 1 swordsman in France was tall, a full head taller than Brick, and looked much stronger than Brick.

"I am also Lady Severl's knight," Brick replied.

"Oh, really?" Augereau examined him critically. "What are you good at?"

"Magic," Brick said jokingly.

But none of the people present laughed.

"What is this for?" Augereau pointed to the saber on Brick's waist and asked, "Is this just a display?"

Brick stopped smiling.

"Don't tell me, a little boy like you can use a sword." Augereau said to everyone with a smile.

Some laughed, and some didn't.

Georgiana knew that Godric Gryffindor would use a wand and a sword. Compared with the two-handed sword in Figore's hand, the Gryffindor sword was too gorgeous and too thin.

This was true of wizards and mercenaries in that era, although some used swords as a disguise for wands, and some were really good at wands and swordsmanship.

"You don't want to stop?" Aston asked.

"Figol!" Georgiana shouted.

"Yes, ma'am." The dragoon stopped her performance.

"Come and have a rest," Georgiana said with a smile. "Make room for the two of you."

Figor glanced at Augereau, then at Brick, who was also not to be outdone, and came to Georgiana's side with a two-handed sword.

So Brick and Augereau walked into the open space in the middle of the museum.

The sun shines in through the window, and the dust "dances" in the sunlight, looking like golden sand.

Augereau looked at Brick with hostility, which may be because Brick is an Englishman, or it may be because he is too handsome, just like the dragoon named Charles.

Occasionally, Georgiana would read a novel written by a Frenchman, which was published in the old days, and there is a sentence in the book that says so.

"Reading at least helps you to talk to people, but in Paris, even if you can read, it doesn't make much sense. Looks are more important."

Even if the severity of this situation is not like the model in the movie "The Seven Deadly Sins", who chooses to kill himself after being disfigured, it is almost like Quasimodo, the bell ringer in "Notre Dame de Paris", even if he has read a lot of poetry so what? The same is regarded as an imbecile freak.

When people talk to people, first of all he wants to know what the other person wants, and then reading can help you in talking with people.

If one keeps others at arm's length, reading does not help you in conversation without conversation taking place. But it has a separate purpose to help you pass the time.

Some things are very simple for some people, such as getting the love of a woman. In "Les Miserables", a poor college student can also get Fantine's favor.

Maybe it came too easy, so he didn't cherish it, while for others, it was very difficult...

The metal rubbing sound of the sword coming out of its sheath brought her back to her senses. She looked at Augereau and Brick who were circling each other in the field, and felt that they did not seem to be competing, but more like preparing for a duel.

"No blood," cried Georgiana. "This is a museum."

But she didn't know whether Brick and Augereau heard what she said. At this moment, they only had each other in their eyes.

"It's too late for you to throw in the towel," said Augereau.

Brick smiled, and then the sword stabbed towards Augereau like a poisonous snake.

Augereau immediately squatted down to dodge, then turned to the left and back, as if aiming at Achilles' heel, the tip of the sword was ready for Brick's heel.

Brick jumped up, narrowly avoiding the blow, and when he was about to land, he raised his right hand upwards, with a howling wind, causing the dust like gold sand in the sun to fly up.

Augereau blocked the blow with his sword, and the light of the sword and the thorns fought, and they were evenly matched.

Only then did Georgiana see clearly that Brick's thin sword was triangular in shape, and it was hard to imagine what would happen if it stabbed someone.

"Stop it, please," Aston said to Georgiana. "It doesn't matter who wins."

"This is just the beginning, how can we stop it?" Dominic roared loudly.

Gaston Martin didn't seem to want to argue with Dominique, looking at Georgiana.

"Please choose wisely."

"It's frustrating to be underestimated." Georgiana looked at Martin. "Boys need a chance to prove themselves."

"Did you hear that?" Augereau asked Brick, laughing.

"Of course." Brick said seriously.

"Let me see what you're capable of."

Then Augereau stretched his neck, as if he had just warmed up.