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"You? You accept?"
Not only the nobles who were watching, but even Count Falcone couldn't help but widen his eyes, thinking that he heard something wrong.
Lawrence nodded solemnly, stared at Count Falcone and said:
"Your Excellency, in order to reveal your true identity and to drive people like you away from Miss Elvy, I accept your duel. But..."
Lawrence showed his injuries to everyone, and then said:
"I'm obviously not physically able to use a sword anymore, so I propose that we have a pistol duel."
For the nobles, they are actually more inclined to engage in real sword duels rather than pistol duels, because in their view, pistol duels have no skill, and a simple-trained civilian has a considerable chance of killing in a pistol duel.
A well-trained nobleman.
Such situations are rare in real sword duels. It is almost impossible for a person who has not received sword training to defeat a well-trained swordsman, and in this era, only those who have the money and leisure to practice dueling sword skills are basically the only ones.
Nobles, mastering swordsmanship and engaging in real sword duels are also ways for nobles to show their status.
But Count Falcone obviously couldn't control that much. He was stunned for a moment, looked at Lawrence's arm with a splint, and without caring about other people's opinions, he nodded with joy and said:
"Okay, okay, okay, if you have the guts, let's have a pistol duel. I'll go find the notary and the deputy right away, and we'll have a fight to the death in this castle!"
Having said that, Count Falcone was afraid that Lawrence would go back on his word, so he ran out of the banquet hall with a proud look on his face. In his opinion, with Lawrence's disabled arm, even a pistol duel was still seeking death.
In the banquet hall, the nobles were even more in awe of Lawrence, who did not expect that he would choose to accept the duel with an injured body in order to defend the truth and protect Miss Elvy from harassment.
As for Count Falcone, people already despised him to the extreme. Not only did he most likely use deceptive means to win the favor of Miss Elvy, but he also accepted the duel with Lawrence, a wounded man, without any shame. This is all
Completely ungraceful performance.
Lawrence saluted the nobles around him, then winked at the worried Miss Elvy and the Crown Prince and his wife, indicating that everything was under control, and then led Grosso out of the banquet hall to get his equipment.
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...
"Tsk, boy, how did you tell that the antlers were fake? I didn't see anything wrong with it."
After leaving the banquet hall, Grosso, as an experienced hunter, quickly asked Lawrence in a low voice.
Lawrence rolled his eyes, shrugged and said:
"I have never seen a stag in my life, how can I tell whether the antlers are real or fake?"
"Damn it, I'll just say it." Grosso said angrily:
"I'm still thinking that I didn't see the problem with the antlers. How did you see it? You must have said this deliberately to provoke the count. You kid is really lying."
Lawrence smiled and responded indifferently:
"How can this be called a lie? This is called a political statement, but the political statement has nothing to do with the facts. And if you were an ordinary person present, who would you believe? It was the heroic Governor of Corsica who saved the crown prince.
?Or the notorious playboy in Paris. This kind of proposition is almost costless."
"Definitely, I can't say enough about you, kid."
Grosso suppressed his playful expression and asked seriously:
"But now that you have accepted a pistol duel with him, are you sure? A pistol duel is more dangerous than a real sword duel to a certain extent. After all, bullets don't have eyes."
Lawrence nodded, took Grosso directly back to his room, found his own gun and handed it to Grosso.
There is nothing unusual about this pistol. It is a very ordinary engraved flintlock pistol. However, the barrel is longer than that of an ordinary pistol, and it is heavier in the hand.
Grosso took the pistol and looked at it carefully for a while, then said with enlightenment:
"I see, this is the same as those precision shooters' muskets. It was made by Major Cui Farley."
After that, Grosso picked up a few special bullets nearby and looked at them. Sure enough, they were Mini bullets used with rifled muskets.
"Hey, no wonder your kid specifically proposed a pistol duel."
Grosso laughed twice, and finally let go of his worries about Lawrence. He patted Lawrence on the back and said:
"It seems that the count is going to suffer a lot."
...
When Lawrence returned to the banquet hall, Count Falcone had not returned, and the focus of the discussion in the banquet hall was still the upcoming pistol duel between the Governor of Corsica and Count Falcone.
Although people recognized Lawrence's courage and will, they still had little confidence in him winning the duel. Therefore, as soon as Lawrence stepped into the door of the banquet hall, many nobles came forward to persuade Lawrence to give up this duel.
duel.
"Dear Lawrence, you are so young and there is no need to put your life on the same scale as that villain."
The nobles persuaded them earnestly:
"Besides, you are injured. This duel is against the rules. You have every right to give up this duel unconditionally."
Lawrence bowed to the persuading nobles and said righteously:
"Thank you for your concern, but this duel is for both Miss Elvy and His Royal Highness Crown Prince Louis. I can't just watch my two friends continue to be insulted by Count Falcone. Therefore, even if there are many dangers,
Even if it’s serious, I’m willing to stand up for it.”
There was silence in the banquet hall for a short while, but what followed was a burst of warm applause and cheers. People looked at Lawrence in admiration, and did not hesitate to applaud and praise him.
Many young nobles even said that they saw all the fine traditions of the French nobles in this Corsican.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The ladies next to Miss Elvie looked at her with envy, and said with some jealousy:
"Oh my God, Elvie, did you hear it? He said this was a duel for you. He was like a loyal knight. I bet you can't find another man like this in Paris."
Facing the envy of her companions, Miss Elvy just forced a smile and nodded. Compared to these, she was more concerned about whether Lawrence could survive the duel.
"Oh! Lawrence, you are so loyal and brave to do this for me."
Crown Prince Louis looked at Lawrence with tears in his eyes. Although he knew that Lawrence would take revenge on Count Falcone for him, he really did not expect that Lawrence would have to engage in a life-or-death duel for this.
Crown Princess Mary on the side glanced at her husband with some dissatisfaction, and said with a small mouth:
"Huh, don't even try to persuade Mr. Bonaparte. I don't want such a good person like him to die here."
After listening to the translation, Crown Prince Louis scratched his head and realized that he was a little unjust, but he didn't know what to do.
Crown Princess Mary sighed helplessly and directly ordered:
"Hurry up and send someone to call the court physician to get them ready. And if Mr. Bonaparte is injured, you will directly interrupt the duel. This duel is illegal anyway."
"Ah, it is indeed a good idea." Crown Prince Louis nodded repeatedly, almost obeying his wife's words, so he quickly sent someone to make arrangements according to what the Crown Princess said.
At this time, I saw another man hurriedly walking towards the door of the banquet hall, but it was not Count Falcone, but the Duke of Choiseul, who came immediately after hearing the news of the duel.
Duke Choiseul was not in the banquet hall just now, so he still learned the news from his subordinates. As soon as he knew that Lawrence was going to have a duel with Count Falcone, Duke Choiseul rushed over without stopping.
Duke Choiseul frowned and looked around as he entered, and soon found Lawrence in the crowd. He stepped forward and patted Lawrence on the shoulder, took him to the corner, and asked in a low voice with great displeasure:
"Governor Bonaparte, are you serious? My impression is that you are not such an impulsive person."
For the Duke of Choiseul, no matter in terms of personal emotions or interests, he did not want anything to happen to Lawrence at this time.
"I'm really not an impulsive person." Lawrence said with a smile.
"Hmm...?" The Duke of Choiseul looked confused, looked at Lawrence for a few seconds, and asked aloud:
"Are you sure of winning?"
"I dare not say that we will win, but we are 90% sure of it." Lawrence lowered his head and said.
Duke Choiseul narrowed his eyes and looked at Lawrence, and the displeasure on his face disappeared. Although he didn’t know where Lawrence’s confidence came from, based on Duke Choiseul’s understanding of Lawrence, this young man would not
To take an uncertain risk.
Moreover, if Lawrence is really sure to win the duel, then Duke Choiseul is also happy to see this result. After all, Count Falcone is not only the grandson of Duke Richelieu, but he has also been harassing his own daughter recently.
Duke Vasseur also wanted to teach this damn bastard a lesson, and the best result would be to kill him with a gun.
"In this case, I choose to believe you, Governor Bonaparte."
Duke Choiseul nodded and said:
"But to be on the safe side, I will still send someone to watch you. If anything happens, I will immediately interrupt the duel. Do you have any objection?"
Lawrence smiled and nodded in acceptance. It seemed that he still had a very important position in the Duke of Choiseul.
To be continued...