"Mr. Ande, this piece of information is worth 320 gold coins." The middle-aged man with a belly smeared a cold sweat from his forehead and said carefully.

He even changed his name to "Master". For nothing else, it was for Ande's unafraid of death. People were eager to stay away from the whirlpool of the battle for royal power, but this person took the initiative to jump in!

The martial arts of the court swordsman Haz is second to him. His identity is too sensitive. He is the personal guard of the prince of the king. The young master Sir Ander said that he would assassinate Master Haz, which would definitely be paid attention to. His behavior may be interpreted as the preliminary preparations for assassinating the second prince.

"Oh, forget it, I will post a message for free for me, saying that I, Ander Tilles, was persecuted by the second prince, and was ready to fight back." After hearing the fat man's offer, Ander gave up the idea of ​​buying intelligence and turned to publish information, waiting for others to come to him.

Ander is short of money now, so how can he bear to spend so much money to buy information? It’s okay to forget about ten or eight gold coins, but you can’t stand it if you have more than one hundred gold coins.

"Mr. Ende, it takes five gold coins to post a message. This--" The fat man spoke more and more cautiously.

Ender frowned: "Well—? Didn't you say that under the pressure of the royal family, you can't keep my intelligence? So how much is my intelligence worth?"

"Lord Ender, Lord Night Demon is our senior member, and we will provide as vague information as possible-"

"How much is my intelligence worth?" Ender was a little impatient.

"It is currently worth about 400 gold coins. If you really assassinate Master Haze, your intelligence can be worth 5,000 gold coins." The fat man said honestly.

Shadow guilds will remain as neutral as possible, which is the main reason why they can exist semi-publicly. There is basically nothing they can't sell here, just depends on whether the price is sufficient or not.

"Well, then give me 395 gold coins first. When I kill Master Haz, I will get the remaining 4,600 gold coins." Ender said naturally.

"What--" the fat man was stunned.

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The next day, in the morning.

A steady stream of carriages passed by the stone bridge and drove into the palace.

"Mother, will Sir Ander not come? Actually, it's better if he doesn't come. Anyway, we can't get through this level, so why bother let him take the risk?" Barron Lester was a little upset.

If you are not in the royal capital, you will not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

When he arrived at the capital, Barron Lester realized that in the capital Kalantuo, a seventh-level warrior who was less than thirty years old was nothing. Only mid-level professionals could take it out and shake it. Sir Ander was so young that he had to duel with a master-level swordsman, which was simply a deathbed.

"Let's wait, don't talk much." Delia turned her head slightly and said in a low voice.

Their carriage was parked not far from the stone bridge, just like many people who were not qualified to enter the palace by carriage, so they parked the carriage here.

"Hey, that's Sir Ander's carriage? He's really here?" Barron said in surprise.

"Well, be sure to respect Sir Ander. Since he is really here, it means we still have hope." Although Mrs. Delia's voice was very low, her son Barron could still hear from this sentence that her mother suddenly became excited.

Delia's excitement is not without reason. No one will deliberately die. Even if Sir Ander is young and rash, the Night Demon behind him will never be so impulsive. Since Ender dares to come to the duel, I believe that Lord Night Demon thinks that with his help, the Leicester family still has some possibility to overcome the difficulties.

"Don't worry, Mother, if Sir Ander can really help the family to be promoted to viscount, I can be loyal to him!"

"Silly boy, go and be loyal to Sir Ander. Who should inherit the Leicester family?" Delia snorted and snorted.

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The martial arts style of the Gilt Kingdom is extremely popular. Even in the Elders' House, there are places where the elders can stretch their muscles, move their bodies, and even practice martial arts.

The so-called "elders" does not mean how old these people are, but that most of them are representatives of the nobles in the field.

They were also rulers of the kingdom with the Gilt family, the Marquis of Ottor and the Marquis of Clarence. If the Leicester family really became the Viscount family, then the representatives of the Leicester family could also become members of the Presbyterian Church.

In addition to the representatives of these great nobles, other members of the Elders' House are either members of major sects or famous scholars and wizards. Anyway, there is no ordinary person who can enter the Elders' House without a noble background.

It is said that duels are considered illegal in some countries, but in the Kingdom of Gilt, duels are still a symbol of courage and are even praised and praised - so it is not the first time that duels have occurred in the Elders' House.

"Hey, Mr. Haz, I heard you are going to have a formal duel with a little hairy child? Hahaha. Now you can perform your fancy sword skills for us."

A big man wearing a general's uniform, yellow hair and slightly curled up, looked at Master Haze with malicious intentions and said sarcastically.

"snort!"

Master Haze snorted angrily, but he couldn't defend himself. He had to walk a few steps quickly and stand in the middle of the duel court so as not to be continued by General Cecil.

If anyone dislikes these palace swordsmen the most, it is the military personnel. During the battle in front of the king, the palace swordsmen won many battles, and it was not once or twice that the military masters made a fool of themselves.

When the two armies faced each other, they were all heavy armor, large shields and spears.

The court swordsmanship genre is very similar to the assassin swordsmanship. In order to be flexible, he wears cloth armor and uses thin swords, and naturally has no use on the front battlefield - even a swordsman like Haz is not much better than a third-level warrior in front of the two armies.

Therefore, General Cecil and Master Haze have a long conflict. He will definitely not let him go if he has the opportunity to undermine such a situation.

No matter what the duel is, it is a bit embarrassing to make a duel request to a young man under the age of twenty. Forcibly defending him will only make the more he misses his ruthlessness.

Therefore, it is serious to end this duel as soon as possible, otherwise the longer the time will be, the more embarrassing you will be.

Bishop Claykent, wearing a red bishop robe, walked to the middle of the venue and announced loudly: "I announce that the first test of the Leicester family's promotion to the Viscount family, the duel between Master Hayz and Sir Ander Tilles, now begin!"

He is the bishop of the God of Battle, the duel of Master Hayz, who is already qualified to attract the attention and testimony of the gods.

However, from the changes in the divine grace of his body, Bishop Claykent knew that the gods were not interested in this duel and did not bet on his eyes - Master Hayz was qualified enough, but his opponent, Sir Ander, was not qualified to attract the attention of the God of Battle.

"Master Haiz, are you ready?"

“It’s OK anytime.”

"Sir Ander, are you ready?"

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

Ender turned and walked out of the venue and came to a member of the Elder's House in a white robe.

"Sir, can I bet?" Ander asked politely.

Some people duel, and naturally some people start gambling. The nobles are not much less gambled than ordinary people, but they are more elegant. Everyone just stakes bets silently and doesn't yell.

"——Of course, but for the sake of fairness, you can only bet on your own victory."

Kotor was speechless. He looked at the young man. Although he didn't think the young man could survive, he still followed the doctrine - if you have money, you must make money - explained to Ender.

Bishop Kotor is the bishop of the goddess of business Woking, and he is also a member of the Elder House. This temporary bet has always been presided over by him.

"Okay, I'll put 405 gold coins. By the way, how much money can I get if I win?"

Ende is poor now. He originally had only ten gold coins on him, but he had only one vote from the Shadow Guild, and only four hundred and five gold coins were found.

"You can get two thousand and thirty gold coins, if you can really win."

Bishop Kotor explained seriously.

The nobles sitting nearby let out a low laugh.

"It's almost dead, what's the use of asking for money?" someone whispered in the distance.

"Wait, I'll bet too, and I'll beat twenty gold coins, and Sir Ander won."

"Well, I don't look like I'm looking for death, so I'll bet some too." Some people also think that since this young man still has the heart to bet, he may not be able to follow him.

Putting down the bulging bag of gold coins, Ande easily returned to the middle of the venue as if he had put down a thought.

Bishop Claykent looked at Ender with his head tilted: "Young man, do you have anything else to prepare?"

"No more." Ender said relaxedly.

"Okay, please take three steps back." Bishop Claykent said, standing between the two, holding his right hand high.

Hayz and Ander each took three steps back, and the distance between them was already five meters apart.

"Each is ready, duel--start!" Bishop Claykent waved his right hand vigorously, and the man retreated backwards and made way for the passage.

At this moment, Bishop Claykent's eyes were blurred, and the light was flowing in the sky, and the sword energy was cold. Before he could come back, a scream was heard in his ears!

When Bishop Claykent settled his god, he took a step forward, Sir Ander and Master Hayts stood face to face, with the distance between them not more than half a step.

Master Hayz's sword passed through the gap between Sir Ander's ribs and his arms; while Sir Ander's black iron sword was only half left, but this half of the sword was inserted into Master Hayz's temple.

Master Hayz's eyes were almost falling out of his sockets.

He struggled hard, and a few words burst out from the cracks of his mouth: "This is the sword technique - legend - strange -"

After barely speaking, he finally couldn't hold on. With a 'Ku Tong', the body fell heavily to the floor with a loud bang.

"Biography of Claykent, according to the rules of duel, his sword and armor are my trophy, right?" The young jazz asked with a smile, turning his head to look at Bishop Claykent.

Bishop Claykent looked at the smile on the young man's face, and then looked at Master Hayz who fell to the ground, his eyes were bulging and unable to close.

He simply felt that he had seen a ghost, no, it was actually no big deal for clergy.

For Bishop Claykent at this moment, this young jazz who looked a little tender. Although his smile looked gentle and harmless, behind this harmless smile, it seemed like a giant dragon was opening its bloody mouth beside him!

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The aristocratic bosses all opened their mouths wide, and no one had recovered from the impact of this ending.

No one could have thought of such an ending.

No one could have thought that this duel would end in less than half a second.

At the moment when Bishop Claykent started the duel, two people standing five meters away rushed towards the middle with difficulty in discerning!

What exactly happened in that moment?

Although there are many masters and even several mid-level professionals, none of them can see clearly.

All we all know is that there is a vague sword shadow flashing, and there seems to be a very light "swish" sound, and a "clang" sound.

Then Sir Ander stood with Master Hayz almost intimately.
To be continued...