in the name of the queen

Chapter 54 Champagne remains cool
  Roland's tone of voice was gentle and gentle, his posture was elegant, and his eyes were kind, completely in line with the calm temperament that a gentleman should have.

Compared with Carl Vinson, whose face turned the color of pig liver, he had already won a lot in terms of temperament.

Now he is taking advantage of Carl Vinson's mistakes to pursue the victory and take advantage of the opponent.

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 going too far.

He was not the one who provoked him, and he was not the one who apologized sincerely. The fault was all Carl Vinson's. Why should he say that Roland was aggressive?

Too arrogant.

This is what onlookers say about Carl Vinson.

William Macbeth, the old patriarch of the Macbeth family, held a high position in the literary world and almost single-handedly changed the world's stereotype of the Sussex literary world as vulgar and vulgar.

His masterpiece is the long epic "Macbeth".

In order to commemorate this handed down classic that allowed him to touch the extraordinary seventh level, he even changed his family name to Macbeth.

In recognition of old Macbeth's contribution to Sussex's cultural undertakings, the emperor made him an earl and gave him a platinum escape ticket.

Holding a platinum immunity ticket can be used to offset the death penalty once as long as it is not a serious crime of treason or rebellion.

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

They look down on rising stars in the literary world and look down on political elites, and always feel that they saved the literary world in Sussex.

This was also Carl Vinson's confidence in provoking Roland carelessly.

Anyone else might not be willing to confront the Macbeth family head-on, but Roland is different.

William Macbeth, an old scheming man who pretends to be dead, is also a potential victim. Coupled with Carl Vinson's provocation, he is not used to this bad habit.

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

It's a pity that Carl Vinson despises Roland from the bottom of his heart, a pretty guy who relies on women to get ahead.

In his play, the pretty boy trembles with fear when he hears the reputation of the Macbeth family.

He's just a loser who rose to power by licking the Queen's delicate feet. Why should he go against a top family with a platinum escape ticket?
  However, Roland's reaction surprised him.

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

If Roland is not killed, he will become a laughing stock forever.

Only blood can wash away shame!

He didn't care whether Her Majesty the Queen would be angry or not. Let alone a mere puppet, even the powerful Queen may not be able to touch the Macbeth family.

It's good to force him to apologize in public.

All he lost was vanity.

What Roland lost was his life.

Carl Vinson took a deep breath, his fingertips trembled slightly, put them against his chest, and bowed deeply to Roland.

"Dear Lord Roland, I just said offensive words out of contempt for you, and I ask for your forgiveness."

The audience was silent.

Participants who hadn't noticed the change just now also came over.

Have fun watching it!
  Queen Sylph pinched the corner of her skirt quite anxiously. The huge hem of the skirt blocked her steps and she couldn't get over it at all.

She just looked panicked, but she was calm inside.

She knew Roland, this guy would never suffer.

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

The Macbeth family, right? Platinum get-out-free ticket, right?
  We have to find a way to make them rebel, so that they can be dealt with legally.

Just as Sylph was using her brain, 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 not the offense. I challenge you to a duel of honor!"

Carl Vinson looked at Roland dumbfounded, unable to believe his ears.

Wait, what did Roland just say?
  Initiate a duel of honor? !
  Isn't this his line?

Roland grabbed all the words. What did he say?
  This time, not only was he confused, but other onlookers were also dumbfounded.

No way, why would there be a pretty boy who thinks he can win a duel against a macho man who is an extraordinary profession and is a knight?
  Among the crowd, Sylph was slightly nervous but still confident.

She had fought side by side with Roland and was very familiar with his strength and flexible fighting style.

When Roland is the leader of the group, there will definitely be people who are dissatisfied. When it is time to establish authority, someone will take the initiative to give in. That would be great.

Although the onlookers are all celebrities from the upper class, it is human nature to like to watch the excitement, and it does not change with their status.

When they heard Roland initiating a duel, some people even started to boo.

Only Lisa almost fainted.

She knew that Roland's extraordinary ability was [Writer] and was not suitable for fighting, so of course she was anxious.

But she was trapped by her high heels and floor-length evening gown and couldn't squeeze through.

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

"Don't worry, Roland will win."

Lisa wanted to ask why, but all doubts disappeared under the Queen's firm gaze. 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 raised her head and glanced at Sylph, bit her lip, moved her feet, put her high heels back on, and tried her best to make herself almost the same height as the Queen.

She held the hem of her skirt and saluted the Queen, silently casting her gaze towards 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 bullet, and the third round is a magic explosive bullet."

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 in silence, 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 there, 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 trembled 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 was 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.

　Recommend a friend's book.

　　The author is a great devil from outside the territory, and the quality is guaranteed.

　　
  　
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