Chapter 1167 Narrator: Me?

The lost Bartley didn't notice his gaffe at all. Shelley, an aristocratic girl, just looked at Li Cang with wet eyes with a hint of surprise and admiration. She was not a silly, sweet little rich woman who was born to rebel against her father, a loving daughter, but a filial daughter. Since she was born, almost every person of status who has appeared around her and her father has a purpose and is coveting the wealth of the Bartley family.

Her father needs their status, they need their father's wealth, and she was told almost from birth that she was destined to obtain resources for the family only by marrying a noble, regardless of age and status, whether beautiful or ugly, rich or poor.

She understands, and so does her father, Lord Bartley, but she cannot resist this fate because this is what nobility is.

She is taller among the dwarfs. Instead of marrying blindly and dumbly to those old, ugly and poor guys who only have one name left, she definitely has higher expectations for this young neighbor. After all, if a person grows up to be like Count Li Cang, even if he grows up to be like Earl Li Cang. Then it probably won't hurt that much after being beaten all day long by his fierce chief gladiator wife.

"Shelley Meyer Bartley!" an angry shout sounded at the stairs, "You have rejected my sincere pursuit several times, but you despicably flirted in front of a dying man? You have blasphemed the purity of love! Damn it , I was blind to fall in love with you, a dirty pariah, the daughter of a businessman! There is no difference between you and your father Bartley, just as disgusting! Cang Li, in the name of sacred love, in the name of ancient times! In the name of blood, I, the son of the great Jonathan Betainin family, formally challenge you, and we will decide the ownership of this woman through a duel!"

A white handkerchief embroidered with roses and light blue vines was held in a glove and thrown down the stairs: "Earl Cang Li! Either accept the duel, or pick up my glove like a coward and put it back on mine. On hand!"

"The ancient bloodline has given me the right to initiate a duel. You can refuse, but you will be despised by everyone. Your family honor and your bloodline will be trampled on and left to moldy and rot in the filthiest sewers of Uktra Hill. !”

The entire Malti Springer restaurant seemed to have pressed the pause button. Various expressions were frozen on the faces of the diners. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and then there was an uproar.

"Selvi! Are you stupid?"

"The Betaine family is indeed crazy. No wonder the hyena came to find them. He has the same bad taste!"

"What do you think you are doing? Selvi! Even if your baron father is here! He can only kneel down and kiss Count Li Cang's boots to ask for forgiveness! The only person who pays the ultimate price for your stupid behavior will be the entire Bethany. Family! Apologize!"

"No one can insult an ancient pure-blood noble like this, no! He actually dared to challenge the seriously ill Count Li Cang to a duel. He is worse than a pig. This idiot, this bastard, don't stop me, I will kill him with my own hands. Kill him! Use his blood to cleanse the stained glory of pure blood nobles!"

This Betain's behavior may seem reasonable at first glance, but in fact it makes no sense.

Duels can actually be regarded as a way to solve problems among nobles, but they are often private and only conducted under the witness of great nobles and witnesses. Let’s not talk about whether the son of a mere baron actually attacked a count. The qualification to initiate a duel, and the choice of the duel target on the famous sick Earl Li Cang is already an act of extreme outrage to everyone present. This guy is simply insulting everyone's moral bottom line and conscience. He is A disgrace to all of Yggdrasil!

Furthermore, even though Honorary Lord Bartley is only an honorary Lord, he is a genuine noble recognized by the entire Uggtrasil. His children are not just commodities with collars around their necks in the slave trade.

What's so wrong with you, Selvi, that you actually think you can decide who belongs to someone through an inexplicable duel? No matter what you just said was "pursuing her power", you can still make it work, right?

Why are you?

[Selvey Jonathan Bertin challenges you for a duel in the name of Shelley Meyer Bartley's suitor. This young man who seems to be dazzled by the so-called 'love' is not what he seems. It looks so reckless and simple in structure]

[Through people's discussions, you know that the Betain family is a loyal supporter of the hyena Victor. There is no doubt that Selvi Jonathan Betain is making a real gamble, and the fate of the entire family is at stake. A big gamble with chips. If you lose, your body will be gone. If you win, you may not be able to keep the whole body. Even if it is just to maintain the glory of the pure-blood nobles, those hypocritical nobles will not allow a mere son of a baron to provoke an earl]

[But all this may depend on the intentions of Lord Hyena. If the results achieved can satisfy him, the Bethany family may reach the sky in one step. After all, behind Victor the Hyena stands a Grand Duke, a powerful man. , the real Duke who holds military power and is in his prime]

【Rejection is your right】

Li Lei stood up in an instant, and a surge of liquid metal seeped out of her clothes, condensing into a huge and ferocious exaggerated blade.

What a joke.

You are a sick man who bullied me in front of me, right? Have you asked me about the knife in my hand? !

However, Li Leisi was forced to remove her armor by the narrator before she even had time to throw the ferocious dragon blade as a flying sword. The narrator did not allow her to interfere with the events being triggered, and the plot flow still had to go.

Li Leisi panicked instantly: "Li Cang??"

This damn place is not the best place. Li Cang’s character is there. If he is killed directly by the plot, Li Leisi is not sure whether he has the possibility of survival.

[Glory is my life. You, a young and energetic man, cannot bear such naked humiliation in public, so you agree in anger]

[Selvi Jonathan Betanin is ecstatic and can't wait to draw his sword and stab you. You are so weak from long-term illness that you can't accept it. You can't even see the blade in the other's hand, let alone make any basic evasive moves in the noble swordsmanship training you received in childhood. The sword wind blows in your face, and you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your heart. One of the first pure-blooded nobles of Yggdrasil, a real earl, met his end in such an absurd and humble way, under the sword of an unknown and reckless boy. You die——]

Selvi's ecstasy is still on his face. He is bloodthirsty and slightly crazy, and he presses his tongue against his teeth. His scarlet eyes are full of excitement and expectations for Lord Victor's reward.

But the next second, a burst of warm heart blood suddenly spurted out of his chest!

【.】

【——An unpredictable power protected you, and Selvi suffered a heavy blow】

【You were filled with tears and murmured to yourself, wondering whether it was Yggdrasil who protected you, or whether the sacred family bloodline flowing in your blood had awakened? 】

【The audience was stunned by the hasty duel, whether it was intentional or unintentional, or because they simply had no time to stop it】

【This is a miracle】

【Pure-blooded descendant of the ancient bloodline, perhaps after today, your legend will spread throughout Saint Yggdrasil, and people will talk about your name with relish. Almost everyone believes that they are personally witnessing and witnessing the beginning of the resurgence of a lost bloodline】