"Absolutely not," Ron refused resolutely.

Marcus was taken aback for a moment and then sneered."Do you intend to stop me? What will you use to fight me? That dilapidated iron sword in your hand?"Or do you think the words I just said gave you the right to have an equal conversation with me?"

Ron stood firm and said to him, "If you think we have desecrated the honor of the knights, then she and I can change our jobs."He also didn't want to stay in this seemingly problematic position, and it was not a wise decision to have a conflict with the knights in the town.

Marcus said coldly, "Your occupations were arranged by Viscount Jonas. No one can change the predetermined fate. Unless a noble personally changes your positions, what you said is a provocation to Viscount Jonas."Young man, you have survived. Don't waste this good luck. If you really want to question me, wait until you become my knight colleague."

Ron asked, "Haven't you considered the possibility that I will take revenge on you after I become a knight?"Logically, he might be his future colleague, but in this situation, he was not even willing to adopt a flexible approach. In Ron's view, he was really a bit too stubborn.

The knight said calmly, "If you can really get the lady's approval to return to the town and still maintain this idea at that time, then you can come directly to me and try. I have killed many knights. One or two more doesn't matter."

Ron lowered his eyelids. "She can't withstand those two swords."Marcus said mercilessly, "Then she has to die."Really?There was no room for negotiation. Although the old knight was not particularly arrogant, he did not regard Ron or any of the townspeople as his equals.They did not have the right to have a conversation.

Ron raised his long sword. "I have a proposal."I think in terms of swordsmanship alone, you are not my opponent."Marcus showed a surprised expression and did not react to Ron's meaning.

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Ron looked at him and said, "If you maintain the same strength as me and abandon what the noble has given you, you can't defeat me, Marcus. You said you practiced swordsmanship for twenty-seven years before meeting Lady Elizabeth."Do you have the courage to fight me with the same strength?"

Marcus stared at Ron in astonishment and couldn't say a word for a long time.Ron just looked at Marcus, waiting for his reaction.If he refused...He could only kill him.

The old knight took his hand away from the hilt."You win," Marcus sighed slightly. "You have proved that you deserve the honor. Although I still want to kill her, as long as you can ensure that she won't become a knight, I can let you go."There's no need for a fight."

He had lost.Ron's behavior proved that he couldn't surpass him in honor.Marcus actually wanted to fight Ron, but Ron was just a commoner.He didn't understand what the knight's power meant to him. He wrongly thought that he could withdraw his power and fight him, but Marcus had long been used to this body. How could he return to the state of an ordinary person?He had long forgotten what he used to be like.

The old knight looked at the wooden house behind Ron. "She is really lucky to have your company."

Ron didn't explain. If anyone behind him today was an innocent human, he wouldn't have given way. The worst result would be that he returned to the wilderness and waited for the opportunity slowly.He wasn't a particularly just person who would go to great lengths to save the weak. He also knew that there might be atrocities from blood servants and vampires all the time in the Blood Plain.But he couldn't just let the blood servants kill his innocent compatriots when he was fully capable of dealing with it.To be honest, it hardly cost him anything to stop this kind of thing from happening casually. Not to mention that Helen behind him was still very useful to him.

"Sir Knight, can we live here safely?"Marcus said insincerely, "Yes."The knight looked at Ron calmly.He now felt a bit more regret in his heart.If it were normal, he would be very willing to have Ron as his colleague in the future. After all, he was more qualified to get this honor than most knights.But the masquerade was about to begin, and they were already standing in the center of the stage. There was no possibility of escaping from the hands of the nobles. Moreover, both of them were extremely good

-looking. What's more, with Ron's character and will, he was highly likely to become the well-deserved "protagonist" in this grand drama. Marcus was certain of this.

Ron was doomed to dance gracefully on the stage, blooming with unimaginable beauty like a rose, burning brightly like a raging fire, and turning into the most eye-catching meteor in the whole ball.

After the participants of the ball left, they would still talk about this interesting character, comment on his actions, and perhaps some nobles would remember his name for a long time.

However, he would wither, shrivel, turn into ashes, and ultimately fall completely.

This was the fate of an actor.

In the past three hundred years, he had witnessed countless similar things repeat. Ron and the others would leave nothing behind. The only thing that might remain was the memory of the blood nobles.

And they still had to perform desperately for this.

How pitiful it was!