Chapter 128 Want a Duel? The Loser Gets to Wear a Skirt!

Hardy smiled and stopped talking.

Perrin was a little unwilling to give up and asked: "How true is this news?"

"Eight points."

That's already very high.

Marquis Perrin's face changed drastically: "No, I can't waste time and opportunities like this anymore. Udal, go to Nightingale Street and buy a batch of medicine for me. I want to have a lot of fun before the Temple of Light closes that sacred place. "

A short servant rushed out first, and then Perrin also saluted Hadi, turned around and left.

Hardy shook his head helplessly and could only wish the other party a happy play.

Hardy stayed at the hotel for the next two days, studying magic.

He held a blue battle flag in one hand and a book in the other.

The divine power of light coming from the blue battle flag was not only nourishing his soul, but also nourishing his body.

In the past two days, the goddess of light has not appeared. Even with the blue battle flag, she has not appeared.

But late at night, an unexpected person came.

Lady Anna who can become invisible.

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much!"

Apart from these words, Mrs. Anna could not say anything else.

After using the invisibility technique to appear in the room, it was a physical contest between the two.

At the same time, it is also another Lady Anna’s ‘Good Friday’.

Not only did she have to endure the strange feeling in her body, she went to another room to sleep.

At the same time, she had to endure the guilt towards her husband and the torture of her own morality.

Because many times, human will cannot resist the body's instinct.

She gradually felt very comfortable, and she had the idea of ​​enjoying it for the rest of the night.

It was already daybreak. She changed out of her almost soaked clothes and looked at the rising sun outside, her expression mixed with joy and sorrow, very contradictory.

On the one hand, she felt refreshed, comfortable and happy; on the other hand, her own moral values ​​were severely undermined.

She just stood up and wanted to take a shower while her husband didn't get up, but she saw another version of herself appearing in the room.

Mrs. Anna looked at her other self, who had a bright red face and a little 'strawberry' on his neck. He couldn't help but cursed angrily: "If you do this, how will I face Victor in the future? I don't want to be a bad woman!"

"You're not a bad woman, who is?" Mrs. Anna, who knew the invisibility technique, snorted coldly: "After you abandoned Old Hardy and married wealth and power, in my eyes, you are no better than Bitchi. What a difference!”

Mrs. Anna’s face turned pale!

Mrs. Anna, who can become invisible, further poked people's hearts: "You can't face Victor, but are you qualified to face the old Hardy and the current little Hardy? Hypocrisy!"

After she finished cursing, she turned into a ray of light dust and disappeared into Mrs. Anna's body.

Mrs. Anna, on the other hand, held her face in her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.

Hardy naturally did not know such a sharp conflict between the two Mrs. Anna, and he also felt refreshed at this time.

Mrs. Anna is indeed a professional, she can fight with him, and she is much stronger than the head maid Lillian.

He took a shower, put on his bathrobe, and lay on the guardrail of the balcony, watching the people coming and going below.

Then, he saw Marquis Perrin stepping out of the carriage.

To be precise, he was helped out and then helped into the hotel.

Hardy's eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see that Marquis Perrin's legs were unsteady and swaying slightly.

His face looked like he was about to be sucked dry.

Hardy shook his head.

At noon, Hardy received news from Jeanne's family, asking him to gather at the manor.

Hardy rushed over with a dozen scouts.

Letting the scouts wait outside, he entered the manor himself.

It was noon at this time, the sun was just right, and the main hall was also very bright.

Madame Sissi was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair was styled like a lady's, and her earrings and gemstone necklace shone like stars under the light source.

She sat at the head of the long dining table. At this time, the other lords had not arrived yet. She stayed here alone, looking both beautiful and lonely.

It wasn't until Hardy came up to her that she heard the sound, and her eyes, which were a little numb, became alert.

"You came quite early."

"Afraid that other lords will embarrass you, come directly here." Hardy replied.

Madame Sissi smiled: "Thank you for your concern. By the way, I heard that you tricked Marquis Perrin!"

"Why did I trick him?" Hardy felt confused.

"I heard that he fainted in the Temple of Light and was illuminated by powerful resuscitation techniques four times before he woke up."

Hardy suddenly realized: "No wonder he looked like he was about to die when he returned to the hotel. He was playing so fiercely, it was so outrageous."

"Marquis Perrin is from the Lion Faction and wants to support the Northern Faction." Madam Sissi smiled slyly: "Today is the royal family's political day. If he can't be there, we will have less support for the Southern Faction." an opponent."

While she was talking, the lord came in from outside, and then people came one after another.

During this period, as the new owner of the Jeanne family, she naturally had to say hello to other people, so she stopped chatting with Hadi.

When everyone came together, Mrs. Sissi said: "Now let me confirm again, all of us agree to support the southern faction, right?"

The lords didn't speak, and they agreed by default.

"Let's do a statistics now. If you are not willing to send troops, how much money are you willing to contribute? Please give us your exact number." Mrs. Sissi smiled and said, "This can be used as a reference when distributing war merits and spoils in the future."

Many people reported their own 'replies'.

This fully demonstrates the basic rule that those who have money contribute money and those who don't have money contribute people.

But when the atmosphere was heated, someone suddenly asked, "Mrs. Sissi, I want to know, Mr. Hardy, are you going to send troops or money? He is sitting next to you in the front row, but he has not said a word."

Just as Hardy was about to speak, Mrs. Sissi stretched out her right hand and stopped Hardy.

She looked at the middle-aged lord who spoke and said, "Hadi has only been in Hukaro City for less than half a year, and he has not yet gotten on the right track. He does not need to contribute manpower or money, but he still stands here and is willing to accompany us to fight in the Aigaka Empire. This is a sign of loyalty and bravery."

"Then Madam Sissi, how many soldiers and logistical funds do you think Mr. Hadi can be converted into?"

There is a trap in this statement, which means to "objectify" Hadi, which is a hidden humiliation for the nobles.

But in fact, it depends on whether a person minds this statement.

For example, Hadi doesn't care at all.

Madam Sissi turned her head and glanced at Hadi. Seeing that he was not afraid, she felt relieved and then said, "Do you think the command ability and tactical diversity brought by a nightmare knight can be measured by money?"

"I just don't accept it. Why can this kid get the same treatment as us without paying anything?"

Madam Sissi twisted her beautiful thin eyebrows.

This person is jealous. Has he lost his basic judgment ability?

The Jeanne family doesn't need such a bad teammate.

He must be kicked out of the Jeanne family's sphere of influence in the future.

At this time, Hardy smiled: "If you don't agree, let's fight. White glove duel, life or death, isn't this the tradition of our French macho men! Come on, lord. Whoever loses will wear black stockings and a small skirt to walk around the street."

A group of people laughed. Only a madman wants to duel with the Nightmare Knight.

Or a four-meter-tall Nightmare Knight.

I'm afraid he will be beaten to shit.

This kid looks pale and weak. I didn't expect him to be so aggressive.

Don't mess with him casually in the future.

And the lord's face is almost green.

He is not a traditional nobleman and doesn't like to wear stockings and skirts.