The above medals are usually only awarded to pagans who have made great contributions to the Orthodox Church, or are favored. Although there are higher-level medals, at Jenkins' age, this is already very rare. Since sometimes these medals are awarded irregularly, and even given to strangers who have nothing to do with the church, he doesn't have to worry about arousing suspicion about how he got them. Besides, Jenkins remembered that Bishop Palod received these things when he was young, and the memory of the original owner had memories of the old man telling these things.
Sure enough, Dubai Galvin showed an embarrassing expression on his face, and exclamations came from the crowd. The belief of the Orthodox Church is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The fact that the church awards medals will not be published in the newspapers, and it is obviously impossible to lie on such an occasion. Before the young Galvin came over, he had no idea that the first step to get off his horse would be a failure.
"young people?"
He narrowed his eyes, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, I will be 21 at the end of April next year, how old are you now?"
Embarrassment appeared on Galvin's face again. The noble man never read newspapers, so it was impossible to learn about the grand prize winner from newspapers. He thought that Baron Williams was only 18 years old at most.
"I ask you, are you Miss Windsor's companion?"
Having come to this point, he has no way to retreat, and he scolds the friend who advised him in his heart.
"Yes."
While talking, I gradually understood in my heart that this was an ordinary incident of jealousy.
"Then why don't you dance with Miss Windsor? Is it a gentleman's act to leave a beautiful lady alone in the rest area of the ball?"
"Is it a gentleman's act to interrupt everyone's dance?"
Miss Windsor couldn't help but stood up, but Jenkins shook his head slightly at her. This time he has to solve the matter by himself, otherwise others will think he is a soft persimmon.
"you you… "
Mr. Galvin was not a man of words, at least not so much as William the Dramatist. The impulsiveness of the young man, coupled with the pressure of being watched by hundreds of people, made him make a decision that he regretted a second later.
"I... I want to duel with you!"
Impulsively, he took off his white gloves and threw them at Jenkins' feet, but he couldn't believe how brave he was.
"Enough, Galvin, you are embarrassing your family."
Miss Windsor could bear it no longer, she wanted to stop the absurd farce, and she was afraid that the weak writer would be hurt, but Jenkins moved more quickly.
"Disgraceful littering in such a beautiful hall."
He bent down and picked up the glove, "But I accept the duel."
After a second of silence, it was as if a bomb had exploded from the banquet hall, and the sound almost shattered the glass. Since 1857, there has never been such a formal invitation and acceptance of a duel in the Kingdom of Fidetictli.
The host finally appeared in the chaotic scene, and the party inviter had to appear to quiet the scene for a while. He obviously had a great relationship with Miss Windsor, so he repeatedly asked Jenkins and Galvin whether their duel was serious.
Although there were boos from the crowd, the middle-aged man still asked three times before announcing the duel to everyone.
At this time, Galvin didn't know what to say. He was just thinking that if he refused, he would definitely be called "cowardly Galvin" in the future. But after agreeing to it, he regretted it, because the noble Galvin didn't bother to learn fighting skills.
He glanced at his opponent and thanked the gods in his heart. He was just a poor man who grew up eating cabbage and radish, and he was a writer by profession.
As if someone deliberately arranged it, a notary appeared on the scene to notarize the duel. The two men were surrounded to sign the document and press their fingerprints, and then someone drove a carriage to find the armor and the long sword.
At this time, the anger in Miss Windsor's eyes could no longer be suppressed. She wanted to persuade Jenkins again, but Jenkins was so firm with his back to her. Thinking of what he said at dinner yesterday, Miss Windsor was sure that this man would not easily forgive this person who insulted her reputation.
"But you can't beat him..."
She sighed helplessly, keeping in mind all the booing people present, and then whispered a word in the ear of the female attendant at the side. The attendant nodded, and quickly ran out of the banquet hall with his skirt in hand.
The nobles of Beldyran have not encountered such a thing for many years. When I went out to look for dueling equipment, people who heard about it kept coming from all over the city.
When the final duel began, the number of onlookers had nearly doubled.
Although it is said to be armor, the protective gear only covers the fatal parts and does not even affect the movement of the limbs. And the weapons of both of them are stabbing swords, the kind that can really kill people.
"Do you need me to tell you the rules?"
Someone asked Jenkins softly, this is Miss Windsor's friend.
"No, I've learned some."
Of course, Hathaway's course would not include a duel, and she would never have imagined what Jenkins would do in Beldyran. But because the journey on the train was too boring, when Jenkins stayed in Loen, he learned a lot of seemingly useless knowledge from the princess.
"Gentlemen, it's time to begin!"
shouted the notary, and Jenkins and Galvin bowed to each other, holding their rapiers in front of their faces.
Mr. Galvin took a deep breath, still unable to suppress the violent beating of his heart. He just felt how unbelievable this scene was, he shouldn't be standing here at this moment, the ball and the salon are his home games.
What's even more incredible is that the opponent standing opposite actually rushed up first. His movements are so standard, even the fencing teacher who was driven away by the great Mr. Galvin absolutely does not have such skills.
There was another exclamation from the crowd, and the surprised Mr. Galvin remembered to block. The stabbing swords of the two met together, and the vigorous writer easily pushed aside his sword, and then stabbed the armor on his heart.
He was definitely not mistaken. Before that second, the man on the opposite side wanted to stab at the unarmored flesh.
"Baron Williamette wins!"
The notary shouted again, and the crowd erupted in an astonishingly neat booing.
Jenkins danced an unskilled sword flower in the air, then retracted his rapier, watching Galvin slowly collapse on the ground.
"Sorry, you played well."