"I...I...you..." Andrew was so angry that his hands were shaking. He pointed at Allen with his right finger, not knowing whether to continue scolding him or what to do.

He feels very confused now.

…

"Humph... The Parker family isn't the only one that cares about family honor. Can a bastard like you slander the honor of our Hill family?"

Alan's voice became increasingly cold. He waved his hand and called over two policemen who had been standing nearby, somewhat at a loss.

"As you can see, I was just delivering a gift and was insulted by Mr. Andrew. In view of his behavior, I want to duel with him to wash away his insult to my reputation."

Alan spoke as if he was making a request, but his behavior was as if he was giving an order. After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, motioning the two policemen to move aside, then took off the white glove on his right hand and threw it directly at Andrew's feet.

…

Andrew stared blankly at the white gloves thrown by Allen. How many years has it been since this ancient ritual appeared in Britain?

What's this?

This is an invitation to a duel!

The opponent throws a white glove at you and invites you to duel.

This is the most brutal, bloody and cruel way to resolve personal grudges, and is particularly suitable for use among nobles.

It's not that we can't avoid war.

But if the party who receives the duel invitation avoids the fight, it will be regarded as a sign of cowardice!

Especially for a noble, if faced with such an invitation to a duel, even if he is still sick, even if he will die in the next second, he has to crawl up and accept it!

Even if you die, it is a hundred times better than avoiding war!

This old-fashioned duel has not appeared in Britain for decades. In the past, some members of Parliament had specially proposed that the King of England abolish such a barbaric practice as dueling.

Although other European countries have abolished the practice of dueling long ago, the national conditions of Great Britain are different from those of ordinary European countries!

In Britain, although there is no clear clause abolishing duels, with the development of the times, no one uses duels to resolve personal grudges anymore.

…

Today... I didn't expect Alan to bring up this rule again to provoke me.

Andrew looked at the white glove thrown at his feet. If he dared not to take it today, then from tomorrow on... his name would be ruined throughout Britain, and even for a century to come, he would be the laughing stock of the entire British aristocracy.

Although Andrew is not a nobleman, he is a descendant of a nobleman. If a descendant of a nobleman does not even have the courage to accept a duel, then what kind of descendant of a nobleman is he?

If he dares not to accept it today, all his future plans will be ruined!

He won't even have the chance to be ennobled as an exception in the future. No matter who comes, no one will ennoble him if he doesn't have the courage.

…

Andrew's hands were shaking violently as he looked at the tall and strong Allen, who was still young and strong, while he was already an old man in his fifties. If they really fought, he would definitely not be a match for the young earl.

But if he doesn't fight, he will have to live in ridicule for the rest of his life, and all the plans he has worked hard for for years will fail!

What a cruel strategy, he is forcing himself to choose a duel!

Andrew stared into Alan's eyes, and he even saw a hint of amusement in Alan's eyes.

…

“No…Andrew, don’t pick it up!”

Karami watched Andrew slowly bend down to pick up the white glove and screamed.

"Shut up!"

Andrew turned his head. This was the toughest he had been when facing Karami in all these years. He seemed to have completely taken off his disguise and scolded Karami harshly.

This stupid woman doesn't understand the rules between nobles at all. If he dares not to accept it today, then after today, there will be no future for him. Even if he is alive, he is actually dead!

"I accept your invitation to duel. Time and place!"

Andrew picked up the white gloves, held them tightly in his hand, stared at Alan, and asked in a firm tone about what happened next.

…

"Very good! As expected of a descendant of the nobility, you didn't disappoint me. No need to go through so much trouble. I like to be straightforward. How about... now?"

As Alan spoke, he raised his right hand and gestured to Xiao Shitou. Two servants carried a long box and moved it between the two of them. They opened the box with a clang, and inside were five or six long swords of various types.

There are rapiers, samurai swords, foils, small swords, sabers, etc.

…

Andrew looked at the weapons box that the servant brought up, and his heart trembled twice. The other party didn't even bother to pretend. What was he doing, saying he came here specially to give a gift?

At this moment, Andrew was very sure that Allen was coming for him.

Who goes out with a police officer as a notary and carries this old-fashioned weapons box?

He had just thought that the two were going to duel with flintlock pistols according to modern dueling rules, but who knew that Alan would just have someone bring in a box of swords.

"You are the invited one, you choose first."

Alan stretched out his left hand and pretended to be generous, motioning Andrew to choose the weapon first. He was mainly afraid that Andrew would be suspicious and suspect that he had tampered with the weapon, so he let him choose first.

…

Andrew stuffed the white gloves into his pocket, squatted down, and glanced at the weapon box. There was an old-fashioned swift sword more than one meter long that was very conspicuous.

Andrew took a fancy to this weapon at first sight.

A predecessor weapon like this one used for fencing is most suitable for duels. The blade is not too thin and has double-sided blades, which makes it very suitable for stabbing and slashing. In addition, the length of the weapon can effectively offset Alan's advantage of being strong and muscular.

Click, pull out the scabbard.

After picking up the swift sword and taking a look at it, Andrew stretched out his left hand and carefully felt the sword. It was a good sword without any tampering!

“This is it!”

…

"Good! You have good taste. Give me that katana!"

Alan watched Andrew choose his weapon and directed the servant to hand him the samurai sword that Sony's people had given him before. The sword felt heavy in his hand. This sword had never seen blood since it came into his hand. He had been waiting for surgery for too long, but he didn't expect that he would have to use Andrew to perform the surgery today.

"How many steps?"

Alan stared at Andrew. Both of them had chosen their weapons. The next step was not to start fighting right away, but to determine the distance!

Depending on the weapon, the distance between the two sides will also vary. For example, when using a gun, the minimum distance between the two sides should be twenty steps.

Distance can increase difficulty, which is to ensure fairness.

If they are too close, there is a high probability that both sides will kill each other at the same time, and in that case, the duel will become a mutual suicide.

For cold weapons, the general requirement is about 8 to 12 steps.

However, this distance is quite flexible. In the end, cold weapons still have to be used in close contact, so...

Alan asked Andrew to decide how far apart they should start.

…

Andrew looked at Allen and saw the road behind him. In this kind of venue, it would be pointless to be too far away. In the end, the two of them would have to meet each other. He simply pretended to be brave and said, "Four steps!"

"Well, that's very courageous!"

Alan narrowed his eyes and looked at Andrew with a high opinion of him.

Four steps is about three meters away. If both sides stand still and each takes a step forward, they will collide. In this case, the opponent holding a swift sword that is good at stabbing will have an advantage and can attack first.

"You two, come and host the duel!"

Alan held the hilt of the samurai sword in his right hand and slowly pulled out the sword. He casually threw the scabbard in his left hand to the side, held the sword with both hands, one in front and one in back, moved his arms, and made a Japanese two-handed sword-holding stance.

…

The two policemen who were called to witness the fight were stunned. This was a duel!

They have never seen this thing in real life since they were born, and even in movies, duels are rare.

But I have to say that this scene is really exciting.

This is a duel between noble lords!

Although the old guy is not an orthodox nobleman, he is the descendant of a nobleman and can barely be considered half a nobleman. The other party involved is the famous Earl of Carmarthen!

The older of the two policemen stood to the side between Alan and Andrew and shouted in a trembling voice: "3...2...1...start!"

…

"ah!"

Andrew stared at Allen closely. When the police shouted, he had already raised the tip of his sword and was half-crouching sideways in a very standard fencing posture, with his right foot in front and his left foot behind.

When the policeman said the beginning, Andrew roared, and the sword had already stabbed out fiercely, the target - Allen's throat!

…

"start!"

Alan also stared at Andrew closely. He didn't dare to be careless at this time. He came here to be the bad guy. If he got himself involved, he would suffer a great loss!

When he heard the start, Alan took a sudden step to the right, holding the knife in front of him with both hands and lifting it up with the back of the knife.

"when!"

The curved back of the samurai sword steadily caught the swift sword that was thrusting at him. Alan used both hands to continue pressing down to the front right with the help of the upward force.

Andrew's right hand holding the swift sword was pressed down by him, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He subconsciously took a step forward.

At this moment, Allen was on Andrew's right side. Andrew held the swift sword in his right hand, and his right arm was pressed across his chest by Allen.

"rub!"

While suppressing the force of the opponent's swift sword, Alan held the sword in his right hand and in his left hand. This way of holding the sword was most suitable for exerting force at close range, and he could exert force both upwards and downwards.

He pulled back with his left hand, raised the samurai sword slightly, and then slashed downward diagonally, directly hitting Andrew's right arm that was blocking his chest.

"ah!"

"Dang..."

This knife didn't hit the hand, but the arm. Andrew's right arm was in this position, like an open door. In order to show his skill and stab Allen as soon as possible, he held the sword with one hand. At this time...

He finally paid the price for his behavior.

Holding the sword with one hand certainly could not withstand the strength of Alan's two-handed knife. After being blocked like this and then chopped down, he felt a sharp pain in his arm and the swift sword in his hand fell directly to the ground.

…

Alan narrowed his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he glanced behind Andrew.

Not far behind him, Karami was hugging their two children and looking at this side with a worried look. Karami saw that Andrew's sword fell, and her mouth opened slightly, ready to scream.

Without giving Andrew more time, while chopping down with the knife, Alan quickly changed hands, from a reverse grip with his left hand to a straight grip with his right hand, and then to a straight grip with both hands, and raised the samurai sword high for the first time.

…

Andrew was cut on his right arm, the sword in his hand fell, and he staggered two steps.

When he looked up again, he saw Alan raising his knife, ready to chop him a second time.

When faced with this kind of situation, normal people would subconsciously raise their hands to block.

Andrew is no exception, he is just an ordinary person who lives a pampered life, knowing the sword-clicking technique is already the limit.

He quickly raised his left arm and put it above his head, trying to block Allen's knife. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his left arm, Andrew met Allen's eyes.

He saw a hint of mockery in Allen's eyes again. Before he could think about it, Allen quickly retracted the samurai sword he had raised. Allen pressed the hilt to his chest with both hands, and then suddenly stabbed towards his chest.

“Puff!”

…

Andrew's pupils dilated instantly. The other party's reaction was too fast. He only realized now that Allen's raising of the knife was a trick to trick him into raising his left arm to block and expose his chest.

But... it's too late to figure it out now.

He just suddenly felt his heart in his chest, as if it was touched by an ice cube. His heart suddenly felt cold, and then it felt like a firecracker exploded in his chest.

All the strength in his body was drained away. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only a little blood foam spurted out of his mouth. Looking at Alan's sneering eyes staring at him, his body fell forward.

…

The blade of the samurai sword is meant to be inserted horizontally. If it is inserted vertically, it will easily get caught by the ribs in the chest, but if it is inserted horizontally, it will not have this problem.

After piercing the opponent, he turned his right hand slightly, tilting the blade slightly, and could feel the roughness of the ribs rubbing against the blade.

“Squeak…”

After pulling out the knife, before Alan was ready to say anything, Karami ran over screaming and caught the fallen Andrew.

"No! No...you you you...you...killed him?"

Camilla looked at Andrew who was breathing heavily, her eyes turned red, and she stared at Alan and asked tremblingly.

…

"Heh...how about my birthday present?"

Alan lowered his head and looked at Karami, who was squatting on the ground and hugging Andrew, and asked with a smile.

"Alan! I won't let you go, I won't let you go!"

Camilla didn't shout. Her voice was low and she gritted her teeth when she spoke. She looked up at Alan with resentment on her face and her eyes met Alan's.

"Oh? You don't like this gift? Never mind... I have another gift for you."

Allen paid no attention to Karami's words. He took out a piece of paper with a blessing written on it, which was torn from a notebook, from his pocket with his left hand and threw it to Karami.

"My people found this in the wild yesterday afternoon. I heard... there was a burning car next to it. Hey... I read the newspaper this morning. Did your sister also have an accident yesterday?"

…

Karami blankly caught the paper thrown by Allen. She was so familiar with the handwriting on the paper. It was her sister's handwriting, and the content was her sister's blessing to old John as "sister" at that time.

"Kalami, I wish you a speedy recovery, and hope you can farm peacefully and be a good farmer in the future."

At this moment, her sister's words seemed like a mockery to her. In just one day, she lost her sister and her husband.

And now, Karami sat on the ground, just like what her sister had written on the paper, like a peasant woman...