In a dark environment, the stage with two lights is the most conspicuous place. In contrast, Jenkins stood up and raised his hand in the dark, only those nearby could notice.
As he stood up, he looked at the box in the middle of the second floor, which was the largest box. Miss Bevanna, Miss Broniance, and three other demigods from the Orthodox Church were among them. In order to celebrate the victory over the skull sword, and to express their gratitude to Jenkins, they will appear here collectively.
"I'm here. Antak, I'm here!"
Because of the deterrence of the steam bombs on Antak, there were only intermittent sobs in the theater. Jenkins' voice was extraordinarily loud at this moment, and the people around immediately looked to the source of the voice, but because the theater was too dark, they couldn't see who was speaking.
"I'm here, please don't hurt these innocent people. You coward, if you want to fight me, you don't have to use this method, I'm right here!"
Jenkins yelled again, wanting to get out of his seat and onto the stage. Britney's hand firmly grasped the hem of Jenkins' jacket, forcing him to take off his jacket and leave in his shirt.
Hathaway didn't say a word. She wanted to grab Jenkins' arm at first, but she felt the man's toughness. As for the cat, he wanted to go with him, but Jenkins left it on the seat.
Probably heard Jenkins' footsteps on the stage, and there was an uproar in the theater. If the lighting is restored at this time, you should be able to see all kinds of expressions and life, but unfortunately only Jenkins, who is wearing a monocle, can see all this at this time. Obviously he stepped onto the stage, but at this moment he felt that the people off the stage were the real actors, and he was just a bystander.
When the Duke of Antak arrived on the stage from the demolition of the second-floor floor, almost all the lighting fixtures directly above the stage were destroyed, leaving only two intact.
The Duke was standing under one of the lights now, holding his sword in one hand and lifting his coat with the other; Jenkins took a deep breath and went to the other light, then bent down and picked up the ordinary sword.
"Williamette, long time no see~ Listen, I am an honest man, no matter what the result of the duel is, I will not detonate the bomb on me. But tonight, you and I must have someone who will die because of this honorable duel." Die, I think you should be ready."
The Duke said loudly, his voice was extremely upright, he just wanted to make the people in the audience doubt the truth of what happened a few days ago.
"Of course, this is a duel of honor. You coward, if you still have the honor of a nobleman, you shouldn't threaten me with so many lives!"
Jenkins responded, taking two swings of the sword in his right hand, trying to get used to the weight and center of gravity of the weapon. In feigning integrity and innocence, the young duke is far worse than the young writer.
Antak should also be aware of this, unwilling to talk nonsense with Jenkins, and said bluntly:
"The rules are simple, you can't leave the range of the stage, and the duel won't be over until one of us dies."
The sword in his hand had a red aura, but Jenkins couldn't tell what ritual treatment it had undergone. But if the two swords clash for the first time, the sword in Jenkins' hand will break immediately.
"Well, there are quite a few swords that have been broken in my hands recently..."
Thinking wildly in his heart, Jenkins shook his head slightly. Although the two are equally young, Jenkins, who is more confident, handsome and simply dressed, looks even more dazzling.
"Antak, you should know that no matter what the outcome is tonight, you will not be able to escape from here. I thought you would choose to leave Nolan as soon as possible. Are you crazy to choose to do such a thing?"
Dazzling lights poured down from the top of the head, making the metal blade shine. It's just that it's a little hot under the light, even if you're just wearing a shirt.
"Williamette, you won't understand. I am the protagonist on the stage tonight, and the stars are shining for me tonight!"
Antak's voice was steady and powerful, without any sense of panic. He glanced at the audience again, and the strange look in his eyes made the audience in an uproar again.
The audience in the audience has adapted to the current situation. At least now, many people are really looking forward to the result of the duel. Wanted criminals, nobles, damsels for beauty, young writers and patrons of the gods (ordinary people's perception of Jenkins), it all seems like a script on the stage.
"Are you so sure that the winner must be you?"
Jenkins walked counterclockwise with his sword in hand, and Antak followed his steps away from the light, and the two kept an angle of 180 degrees. Although there were no lights elsewhere on the stage, the audience could barely see the two of them because of the influence of the two remaining lights.
"Yes, the winner must be me, because I am the protagonist, there is nothing wrong with that."
Both of them circled the stage holding their swords, their eyes fixed on each other looking for flaws, and they would reappear under the lights every few tens of seconds. Jenkins didn't know if the Duke opposite had systematically learned swordsmanship, but he had no such experience.
"The protagonist of the stage? This is the first time I've heard someone say that he is the protagonist in public... Don't you feel ashamed?"
Jenkins swears he heard faint laughter from offstage.
"Shame? No, William, although you and I are standing on this stage at the moment, there is a world of difference between us. I am of noble birth, and I have been the center of everything since I was a child. If the world is a stage, then I It must be the most important person on this stage, yes, just like this moment, I am the protagonist of the stage."
The two of them stopped under the bright light tacitly, and raised the swords in their hands respectively.
"The most important person on stage..."
Jenkins felt a certain power coming out, just waiting for him to say that answer. He has experienced a lot since the vampire incident for more than a month, and he has been experiencing the dramatic fate during this time.
Some things are like the deliberate arrangement of the stage, but everything is Jenkins' own choice, he knows what he wants, and he knows what he understands.
The Duke of Antak's ability is shining brightly, he has already arranged everything, and at this time [Stage Mystery] is guaranteeing his final victory.
"The most important person on stage is the audience!"
The two rushed out of the light range with their swords raised at the same time, and met in the darkest place in the center of the stage. Fate collided at this moment, and the audience thought of the voices one after another. But it was really just a simple metal clack and it was over.
The two stumbled into each other's lights, and Jenkins staggered to a stop and dropped to one knee. The Duke of Antak turned his back to him, and pressed the sword in his hand to the ground. No one could see his expression at the moment.
The darkness in the theater set off the brightness of the two lamps even more. The two people under the light are the most shining people at the moment, but it is destined that one person will completely become the stepping stone of the other person after tens of seconds.
"That's a little bit wrong, who are you?"
Antak asked, the black overcoat on his body contrasted sharply with Jenkins' white shirt.
"I'm Jenkins Williams."
Jenkins, tying his shoelaces (Note), stood up, and as he got up, the first blood from the Duke's chest dripped on the wooden floor of the stage.
The young writer turned around, holding the sword that had been broken in the middle.
The Duke also reluctantly turned around, the blood under his feet had already stained the ground black.
"It's so much fun, it's not what I'm planning."
As he spoke, he took out the pistol in his pocket with the hand that was always in his arms and was ready to detonate the steam bomb at any time. The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Jenkins, and the pitch-black body of the gun actually shone under the lights of the stage.
"Oh~ my god~"
There were screams from the audience. Antak didn't care about anything when he was able to take out a pistol in such a formal duel.
"Yes, it's really, really interesting."
Nodding in agreement, Jenkins dropped the slasher of his own accord, and the weapon fell to the stage floor with a distinct clang.
"Do you believe it, Antak, I am the one who is just. The gods will always bless the upright and the kind-hearted. Willamette bet you that there are no bullets in your gun."
This sentence is to explain what happened afterwards. Of course, the church should also issue a statement to help Jenkins cover up his identity.
Chanting the sage's motto loudly, the young writer didn't care about pointing his gun, but raised his hand to draw the holy emblem on his chest, and said in an appropriate volume:
"Praise the sage, may your radiance illuminate my path at this moment."
Boom~
The trigger was pulled by the Duke, and the sudden sound seemed to break through everyone's eardrums.
At that moment, Antak with a ferocious face, Jenkins with his eyes closed and praying, worried girls, surprised gentlemen and ladies, and cats watching the show with wide-eyed eyes seemed to have become eternity.
The pistol that exploded completely knocked down the owner of the gun, and the sound of the gun spread to all parts of the theater and everyone's ears.
As the shots died down, the Duke fell backwards to the ground on his back. In the silent theater, the muffled sound was exceptionally loud.
In front of Jenkins' eyes, the purple [Observer] and the dim [Stage] fanlock are combined together, and the six shining light spots constitute a brand new soul emblem, which is similar to [Origin of Life], [Unknown Way Forward], [Twin Life] Demons] [Undead] [Real Phantom] together, at the core supporting Jenkins' soul. .
On the second floor, Miss Bevanna completely knocked down the demigod in the tree house.
There are only two lights left on the stage, one standing and the other down.
Off the stage, there was thunderous applause.
PS: Chapter 920 mentioned that Jenkins' leather shoes today are laced.
At the end of this volume, the volume of fate is full of drama, including the defeat of Pompeii, the Holy Sword of Bone, and the final scene. I hope I can write that kind of ritual sense of the stage.
Chapter 3K, if half of the 2K chapter is released, it would be inappropriate.
Ask for everything.