Looking at Julian's calm gaze, Jiawen raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are maids allowed in the army?" He immediately saw Fiona standing on his left. Regarding this person who is famous for her talent in swordsmanship,

Jiawen had seen photos of the woman who ruined his wedding some time ago.

"Not allowed." Julian's eyes moved slightly, feeling Prince Jiawen's scrutiny, and he began to think in his mind: "Because today is not a formal check-in, I brought someone to deal with some trivial matters."

Hearing this explanation, Jiawen nodded and continued to ask: "I heard that you have excellent swordsmanship and even defeated the patriarch of the Laurent family, so I want to see your level."

"Does it follow the rules in the army?" Julian asked without changing his expression.

"What are the rules in the army?" Jiawen looked into Julian's eyes and silently read it twice with slight interest. Only then did he remember that the man he had just examined was actually in the army when he was very young.

It was tempered, and this was why he agreed after some people recommended Julian to him.

He had a good status, sufficient qualifications, good swordsmanship, and had been the leader of the Guards. All these made him unable to refuse.

"Choose someone with enough status to duel with me to test my level." Julian replied calmly, with no expression on his face.

"Oh? Yes, yes!" Jiawen laughed after hearing Julian's explanation and said, "Then who do you think can be your opponent?"

Julian looked at the two strong men in armor standing behind Prince Jiawen, and said confidently: "Anyone of them can do it."

"Oh?" Jiawen looked around at his men and chuckled. The two people named by Julian were not angry either, but the eagerness to try was clear in their eyes.

However, Jiawen did not choose any of them after looking around for a week.

"Let's do this, I will be your opponent." As soon as Jiawen said this, several people present were shocked. Two of his subordinates even hurriedly spoke to stop him.

"Your Highness, you are the future of the kingdom. You cannot go on stage in person or put yourself at risk!"

"Your Highness, my subordinates are willing to fight for you, but please don't take any risks!"

"Hey--!" Prince Jiawen waved his hand casually, looked at Julian, and said

"My last swordsmanship teacher was the Laurent clan leader. This swordsmanship teacher also has some relationship with him. The strength of the two is about the same. And after so many years of training, although I am strong enough to defeat the teacher, unfortunately

Yes, since childhood, all my opponents have been my elders or friends. I have never faced an opponent in person in so many years, especially an opponent who grew up in the military. This has always been my regret."

"But how can the heir of the kingdom not experience fighting and go to the battlefield himself? A month ago, I heard that the Milisil family's Assass has superb swordsmanship, and I want to see it today."

Faced with Prince Jiawen's words, Julian remained silent for a long time, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry for the difficulty in obeying my orders. His Royal Highness is the future of the kingdom and the object of my subordinates' allegiance. There can be no mistakes."

"You guys!" Jiawen laughed after hearing everyone's chirping advice. After a while, he said with a hint of loneliness and determination: "I am the future of the kingdom, but the future of the kingdom has never been me. It is you, you, the kingdom's future.

Nobles, the army of the kingdom, and thousands of people of the kingdom. And if I want to be the future of the kingdom, then you should not stop me. There is no king in Demacia who has not fought to the death on the battlefield.

My father Jarvan III is, my grandfather Jarvan II is, and my great-grandfather Jarvan I is the same!"

Jiawen's voice was loud, his face was resolute, and his appearance was extraordinary. His words made everyone fall into deep thought. Even the two subordinates who had just spoken to stop him also fell silent and looked at Prince Jiawen with reverence.

Full of excitement.

On Julian's side, Vayne was shocked by the prince's remarks and looked at him blankly, while Fiona also looked convinced, thinking to herself, no wonder everyone admires Prince Jarvan so much.

No wonder many nobles are willing to stand in line in advance.

Fiona, a direct descendant of the Laurent family, and the current patriarch naturally knew about the nobles' advance bets on their sides. The reason why the Laurent patriarch wanted her to marry the Milisil family was partly because of his desire

It is necessary to use the momentum of the Crownguard family and the Milisil family to make the family take a big step forward, and the other half is because they want to follow this trend and decide the future heir in advance. This can be regarded as the merit of following the dragon.

Of course, all the Demacians present may have thousands of thoughts and countless words of admiration and admiration to say, but Julian is not among them.

Looking into Prince Jiawen's eyes, Julian pondered for a moment and said, "Right here?"

Hearing that Julian agreed, Prince Jarvan's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked at Julian with a hint of approval, and the scrutiny just now was reversed with Julian's ability. Now Jarvan is already here

I was thinking about how to use Julian after taking him under my wing.

"It's right here." Jiawen pointed to the field, smiled and said: "You are not wearing armor. This kind of battle is unfair to you. Do you need me to prepare a pair for you, or should I take off the armor and fight with you?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness," Julian shook his head slightly and refused, "I have occasionally had some new feelings while practicing swordplay at home recently. Whether I wear armor or not has little impact on me. And Your Highness, the Prince, will lead the army in battle in the future, which is impossible.

We don’t have any armor, so let’s just duel like this!”

Hearing Julian's answer, Jiawen's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the dagger hanging on Julian's waist. His breathing suddenly became a little heavier, but he was not angry either. He laughed and said, "Okay! I'm confident.

, then let’s get started! Get my weapons!”

As two soldiers carried a halberd to the high platform, Jarvan lifted the halberd with one hand. In Julian's eyes, Prince Jarvan's aura suddenly changed, from the majestic one just now to one as heavy as a mountain.

The moment he reached the halberd, a mountain-like aura erupted and rushed towards the few people on the high platform.

Vayne felt her breath suddenly suffocate, a trace of flush appeared on her face, her body trembled slightly and she was about to retreat. But just when she was about to retreat, her little hand was held by someone, and her body suddenly felt as light as a mountain.

The pressure disappeared instantly. Vayne turned her head slightly and looked along her arms to Fiona's side face. At this time, Fiona's face was also full of solemnity.

In comparison, the two people behind Prince Jiawen were not weak. They did not react to this mountain-like pressure. They just lowered their heads slightly to show respect, took two steps back, and vacated their positions.

As a result, all the pressure was placed on Julian, but Julian seemed to be unaware of it and just looked at the halberd with shining eyes.

Seeing this, Prince Jiawen smiled slightly and leaned the halberd in his hand on the ground, making a muffled sound. In Julian's senses, the entire high platform seemed to vibrate slightly, and Julian's eyes couldn't help but become confused.

It became profound.

Seeing Julian and others looking at this weapon, Jiawen raised his hand and gently stroked the halberd body, his eyes gentle as if he were treating his lover, "This weapon is called the Halberd of Atama, and it was the halberd that my father officially conferred on me.

A gift given to me on the day when I became the successor of Light Shield."

Seeing Julian's thoughtful look, Prince Jiawen didn't care. He took two steps forward and walked to the high platform. He watched as the training soldiers retreated to the sidelines one after another amid the shouts of his two subordinates, leaving a few empty spaces.

In an area of ​​100 square meters, Jiawen glanced at Julian and showed a provocative look. Then in the eyes of everyone, he stepped on his feet and suddenly jumped up. He stepped on the stone railing beside the high platform and leaped into the air. From

He jumped off the high platform about four to five meters high and landed firmly in the field.

Julian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he casually pulled out the dagger and handed the scabbard to Vayne. In her slightly worried eyes, Julian smiled slightly.

The next second, he jumped up and landed on the stone railing. His whole body was light and fluttering. At first glance, he looked like a floating leaf, but his speed was astonishingly fast. In the eyes of everyone, he fell to the ground, holding a dagger in his hand.

He made a gesture, seeing this scene in Prince Jiawen's eyes, a touch of excitement flowed in his eyes. He tilted the halberd in his hand slightly, holding the front end of the halberd with his left hand and the middle with his right hand, and shouted loudly,

"Demacia!"

Then, like a mountain wall, the whole person launched an attack on Julian.
Chapter completed!