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Chapter 159: Exciting generals and duels(2/2)

Let the ladies carry the bloody animal carcasses back.

Count Falcone raised his head proudly, accepting everyone's looks mixed with envy and jealousy. He wished he could raise the antlers above his head, because not every hunter can come back with a stag.

For ladies, half antlers of a stag is undoubtedly the gift they are most willing to receive during hunting activities.

However, Count Falcone stopped and waited for a long time, and Miss Elvy did not come up to accept the gift he offered.

In an awkward atmosphere, Count Falcone frowned and searched the crowd for a long time before he found Miss Elvy.

He saw that the young lady he was attracted to was actually talking to the Corsican peasant with a smile on her face. Their fingers even touched each other intentionally or unintentionally, and Miss Elvi was even more interested in Falcone.

The count's tribute fell entirely on deaf ears.

Upon seeing this, Crown Prince Louis grinned even more, and took the initiative to hold his throat and let out a burst of boos. Soon, the crowd also heard boos and laughter one after another.

They all also noticed this embarrassing scene, and after seeing Count Falcone standing there like a clown, proud of his hunting but frustrated in love, they couldn't help laughing.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The ridiculed Count Falcone couldn't help but let out a low roar, then held the antlers in his hand tightly and walked towards Lawrence angrily

He walked over and said sternly:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, please step aside. I want to talk to Miss Elvy."

Lawrence laughed contemptuously, walked up to Count Falcone, patted his shoulder with his bandaged right hand, and said in a voice that everyone could hear:

"I walked away, but Miss Elvy doesn't seem to want to talk to you."

Under everyone's gaze, Miss Elvy turned her head and glanced at Count Falcone, but her eyes did not even stay on him for more than two seconds, and there was no trace of smile on her face.

Seeing this scene, the crowd laughed even louder.

"You! You country bumpkin, you bastard!" Count Falcone was so angry that he smashed the antlers on his hand to the ground, pointed at Lawrence and cursed without caring about his demeanor.

Lawrence silently bent down without changing his expression, picked up the antlers thrown by Count Falcone on the ground, held them in his hands and examined them for a while, put on an expression of disbelief, and said loudly:

"Wait! Count Falcone, is this the prey you want to sacrifice to Miss Elvy?"

"What do you want to say, Monsignor Bonaparte?" Count Falcone asked with his voice trembling with anger. He had never been so angry several times since he was a child.

"Tsk tsk... I really shouldn't have. I didn't expect it. Oh, I really didn't expect it."

Lawrence had a sad expression on his face, and he caressed the antlers on his hand in a mysterious way, and said sadly:

"You, even if you want to attract Miss Elvy's attention, you can't do anything false."

Upon hearing Lawrence's words, the nobles in the banquet hall immediately became energetic and gathered around to look at the antlers in Lawrence's hand.

"What?! What are you talking about?" Count Falcone was stunned, and then angrily snatched the antlers from Lawrence's hand, not knowing what Lawrence meant.

"well--"

Lawrence let out a long sigh, looked up at Count Falcone, lowered his head again and sighed, whetting everyone's appetite before speaking loudly:

"Your antlers are fake. The fresh stag antlers are darker than the antlers you have and will not have spots. Your antlers are either bought from the market or prepared in advance. Anyway, they cannot be from just now." Cut from a hunted stag."

"Hiss--" There was a sound of inhalation immediately in the banquet hall. After hearing Lawrence's explanation, people shook their heads and looked at Count Falcone, showing a very strange expression.

"What?! You damn beast! What nonsense are you talking about?! The deer's carcass is still outside! Do you dare to come out and take a look!"

Count Falcone's face turned red, and he pointed at Lawrence's nose and cursed incoherently.

Lawrence just shrugged helplessly, looked at the other nobles and said:

"I'm not interested in how you faked it. Anyway, this antler has betrayed you."

Miss Elvy also walked up to Lawrence in time, looked at Count Falcone with disgust and said:

"Oh my God, I really didn't expect you to be such a person. Please stop pestering me. You can't even do the most basic integrity, so what else can you do?"

"you you!"

Count Falcone was trembling all over. He turned his head and looked around. Almost everyone looked at him with a look of regret, having already confirmed the fact that he was committing fraud.

"Okay...you, how dare you slander my reputation like this."

Count Falcone's voice was already squeezed out from his teeth. He put the damn antlers under his feet, stepped on them hard and broke them into pieces. Then he pointed at Lawrence and said:

"Laurence Bonaparte, in order to defend my honor, I will fight you in a duel!"

Before Lawrence could reply, Miss Elvy took a step forward and scolded:

"Are you serious? You didn't even look at the injuries on Monsignor Bonaparte's body, and you actually want to duel with such a wounded man? I really recognize you completely."

Miss Elvy's words immediately aroused a warm response. People looked at Count Falcone with boos, thinking that his behavior of challenging the injured to a duel was simply too despicable, even for a furious person. That said, this is also a completely inappropriate gaffe.

"me..."

Count Falcone was at a loss for words, but he did not want to postpone the duel, because by the time Laurence recovered from his injury and was able to accept the duel, rumors about his fraud would have spread throughout Paris.

Just when Count Falcone was about to give up the duel, to everyone's surprise, Lawrence stepped forward two steps to block Miss Elvy behind him, and said to Count Falcone seriously and clearly :

"I accept a duel with you."

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