"His Excellency Raires, please pay attention to your words and deeds in the future. I can tolerate you once or twice, but I, Mir Duga, cannot always indulge you insult these poor civilians." Hearing Mir's voice from a distance, Qingyang's nerves also relaxed. "I caught up, but fortunately I didn't fight," Qingyang thought to himself.

After rushing into the crowd, Mir saw Mir facing each other with three noble boys, and behind Mir was still hiding a girl dressed in a civilian manner. The girl's head was a little exposed, but she was looking at the three noble boys, her body trembling with a little fear.

The three noble boys, Qingyang, also knew each other, not only because they knew each other but also because they were enemies, because they were willing to get together since childhood and bully children from civilian families. The one who led the lead was one of the two boys Mill framed when he was a child, Dior Leris, the second son of Viscount Leris, who owned a samurai sword at home.

"Don't meddle in other people's business, your Duga family is all the same. You only know how to speak for these untouchables. Don't you feel embarrassed by the nobles? Today I'm going to take her away to see what you can do to me?" Dior said with a hatred, and glanced at both sides, signaling the two boys next to him to get up and catch people.

"I think you dare!" Mir was anxious and pulled out his sword. The tip of the sword was only about two centimeters away from Dior's forehead. Dior was startled and shrank his head with conditioned reflex.

"Aoao" Dior looked a little embarrassed because of his expression, which caused the people watching next to him to cheer, especially the civilians, who were even more happy.

"You...you...Mil Duga! I'm going to duel with you." Dior shouted angrily.

"Okay, no problem, I can accept it at any time." Seeing Dior's face flushed, Mill looked indifferent, but what he didn't expect happened, and three noble boys and three white gloves were thrown at him at the same time.

"Oh? Do you want to choose one of three?" After a little surprised, Mill felt a little funny. This was the first time he heard of this challenge. So he looked at the three of them with a playful look on his face.

"What, don't you dare?" Dior sneered.

"Okay, I accept your challenge." Mir obviously accentuated the word "you" and bent down to pick up the three gloves on the ground. Then, he looked around and said, "But I think we'll fight in another place? This is a downtown area, and it's not good if you hurt pedestrians."

"So what if you hurt it? You are the only one who treats the lives of these untouchables as a life... Are you afraid of being seen by others?" Dior laughed.

"Haha, it doesn't matter no matter what you say, but I'll remind you to bully civilians, forcibly rob the girls from civilian families, and then fight in the street. I'm really worried about your reputation. If our duel is passed by and seen by a relative of a royal family member, then it's passed into the palace. Oh, I don't care. But after your coming-of-age ceremony, if you can't even be a baron, wouldn't you become a joke among the nobles?" Mir deliberately paused, smiled and looked at the three people with a gray face, and said, "Are you three willing to become the laughing stock among the nobles to entertain the public?" Looking at Mir with a sincere smile, after saying these "heartfelt words" to the three people, the faces of the three noble boys turned green.

"Mir Duga, you have a habit... Come with me outside the city. Humph!" Dior angrily pushed away a few onlookers and walked out of the city.

"I can't ask for it!" Mill shrugged and followed.

"Mill!" Qingyang called Mill helplessly halfway, "You are so good. You just left for someone to fight."

"Haha, nothing, actually I've wanted to teach them a lesson for a long time. I just secretly messed with them. And people like them, if they don't let them know the pain, they will never learn their lesson." Mill looked at Qingyang and said with some concern, "Don't worry, three trash, just like the words you said called "thumbs up", "It's a rainy day, and you're idle." Give me three minutes, no, two minutes is enough."

"Even if this is the case, you can't be too careless. I might have planned it already, so I'll take this." Qingyang handed the paper bag directly to Mir. Mir's eyes lit up when he saw what was inside the paper bag.

“It’s done?”

Qingyang nodded and whispered to Mill's ear for a while. Mill nodded while listening, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Mil Duga, if you don't dare to come, you're a coward..." Dior and the other two, who were already far away, shouted loudly.

"What a low-level provocation method, go quickly." Qingyang said helplessly.

Mir nodded and shouted behind him, "Who is willing to cheer for help?"

"Ah, I, I'm willing..."

"And I, and I..." After a while of talk, a guard company composed of girls followed Mir out of the city in a mighty way. Of course, some male civilians and some nobles followed. Qingyang was speechless and had to follow the team at the end.

Outside the city, because there was a large group of people coming out to watch, the city guards could not sit idly by, so they had to withdraw some people to organize the order.

Aristocratic duels are different from civilian fights. Not to mention a small city guard, even the Royal Guards are not qualified to interfere.

"How do you want to compare? Do you want to go together? Or wheel battle?" Mill tried to swing the dagger made by Qingyangxin, feeling the weight was just right. "Of course, we went one by one, Kevin, you go first!" Dior shouted to the thin and tall noble boy on his left. Speaking of which, Dior was a nobleman with a good reputation after all, and the three words "wheel battle" obviously made it difficult for him to speak of, so he simply changed his vocabulary.

"Boss, why is it me first? Didn't you agree..."

"If you ask you to go, go quickly." Dior glared at the eyes, and the boy named Kevin had to bite the bullet and come to Mill. After saluting, he waved his swords to drive.

‘Let me play you guys’ Mill smiled in his heart. So he was reluctant to avoid Kevin’s awkward attack, and each sword seemed to almost pierce on Mill. On several occasions, Mill even let the dagger "almost" slide out of his hand.

"Kevin, come on...sting him in the back...kill him!" Dior cheered happily on the side.

"Oh!" Mill screamed, and his sword finally got out of hand, but the sword was not tilted, and it was just stuck on Kevin's feet. Kevin rolled on the ground with his feet in his arms. His screams were as harsh as killing a pig. You know, the noble young master who had been spoiled since childhood had suffered this crime.

"Oh, I'm so lucky that I won this way." Mir picked up the sword from the ground and patted his chest in a pretentious manner, as if he was scared by the thrilling scene just now.

Dior was so angry that his eyes were angrily shouting: "Bolu, come on!"

The ones who walked forward were short and chubby boys. Like Kevin in front, this Bolu was always at the edge of the game, but later he lost "unexpectedly" because Mill slipped and stabbed his thigh with a sword. So there was another one who could not afford to fall in the ground in Dior's camp, and now Dior is the only one left.

Dior had no choice but to come on in person. Dior wanted to use Kevin and Bolu to try Mill's strength, but this result made him feel like he had tried it, but it seemed that he hadn't tried anything.

"Hehe, how about it, I'm very awesome, right? I've won two people, you're the only one left." Mill smiled,

"Don't be proud, wait for you to cry later." Dior said fiercely. The two stood still and went on a knight's salute. Before Mir could drive, Dior attacked first.

'Take your own humiliation!' Mir sneered and thought. Mir was too lazy to move against such a rookie. Sure enough, just as Dior saw his sword about to pierce Mir's chest, what surprised him was that Mir did not dodge at all. He just used the sword to understate it. Dior's "winning trick" immediately deviated from the trajectory. Before Dior could react for the second time, Mir's cold short sword was already on his neck. Everything happened in two or three seconds, and there was no "thrilling" battle in the first two games. Because Mir wanted to prove to people that his martial arts were worse than his two younger brothers. Mir knew that such humiliation would make him more uncomfortable for Dior than killing him. And the more he felt uncomfortable, Mir felt more happy.

"I...I admit defeat!" Dior said with difficulty. Mir retracted his dagger and turned around and was about to walk back when Dior suddenly shouted.

"You go and die."

Suddenly, a black thing was thrown out of his hand, and the thing immediately flew towards Mir at a speed that was not visible to the naked eye. It was about to hit Mir's vest, but suddenly it was bounced back by an invisible force. It was only after landing that it was clearly seen that it was a shuttle made of black iron.

"This, this is..." Dior didn't understand what was blocking his shuttle. But he knew that his current situation was so embarrassing. He wanted to attack Mir, but not only failed, but he was ugly, so that everyone onlookers could see it. Dior now really wanted to get in with a crack in the ground.

The three-color crystal on the Mill sword handle was slowly rotating. Qingyang had told him this automatic protection function before, but Mill was still in a state of cold sweat. The sudden attack just now was an unexpected action. If there was no automatic activation of the protective magic array on the sword, his life might have been explained.

"Dio, I didn't expect you to do such a thing. Can you still be considered a noble noble if you do this? It's really embarrassing the noble." Mir looked at Dior angrily and shouted.

Facing Mir's questioning, Dior was speechless. He held it in his heart for a long time before he said fiercely: "Don't think that with Oprain protecting you, you will be complacent. I tell you, you have been there for a few days."

"What do you mean?" Mir asked coldly.

"What else can it mean? Shy, it's because you father and son have made too many enemies among the nobles. As for the details, I think I won't explain it in detail. When everything is clear, you will naturally understand." Dior smiled coldly and turned back to the city.

When the crowds of people watching the fun dispersed, only Mir and Qingyang were left in the open space.
Chapter completed!