After receiving the High-level Attendants Chief’s approval, a group of servants cleared a spacious area in the hall. Two knights in their finely crafted heavy armor began a fierce duel with training swords, shields, and long halberds.
Such a rugged style has always been scorned by the elegant and proud Elves, who think the Empire’s people are a bunch of country bumpkins. However, the Empire and Dwarves unanimously believe that the heated combats at feasts make the banquets more enthusiastic and enjoyable.
According to the Empire’s custom of betting on everything, naturally, knights gathered in threes and twos, placing bets enthusiastically.
Su Li sat at the far end of the banquet’s long table, sipping fruit tea and watching the center of the hall with great interest.
He was now an Elite Knight as well, and he was fascinated by the elite combat. The two in the center especially displayed extraordinary thrusting technique and combat skills!
As Elite Knights representing their respective Knight Orders, they were the best among their orders, having reached the high-tier elite knight stage.
In terms of physique, martial arts, and experience, they had all reached the highest level of their current stage.
Their attacks were swift and fierce, each strike landing with force, embodying the knights’ ferocious clash to the fullest. At the sa ti, their thrusting technique, akin to the elusive antelope hanging on cliffs, occasionally executed a brilliant move that drew cheers from the audience.
This spectacular duel left Su Li deeply impressed, opening his eyes to many performances that made him see things in a new light. He never dread of such remarkable attacking styles and exquisite skills.
As he was watching the performance intently, a tall figure stood beside him, casting a shadow over the bright light above the hall.
"Lord, are you only drinking fruit tea?"
A cool voice ca from above his head. Su Li withdrew his gaze from the center of the hall, looked up at the visitor, a subtle and refreshing white tea scent lingering under his nose, blended with the fresh aroma of geraniums and freesias that was truly invigorating.
Thus, Su Li replied with a faint smile: "I was once forced to drink too much unwanted alcohol at the banquet. I swore that soday, at a feast where everyone else drinks, no one would dare to question my choice of tea."
"Knight Freya, if you want to drink with , we can choose a day outside of a feast. I would gladly welco the Knight Commander here as a guest at my castle and estate."
Freya raised her glass indifferently: "This toast is for you, Lord." Upon finishing, she raised her glass and drank it in one go, her elegantly tilted chin flawless, her neck appearing particularly slender and fair under the lights.
After chugging a glass of fine wine, a faint blush appeared on her cool cheeks: "Lord, are you interested in betting on a duel?"
Su Li lifted an eyebrow. When a woman of her own accord approaches you to talk and then proposes a bet, how important is the outco?
Especially from such a proud, aloof, and powerfully fierce Female Knight, who views all n as garbage yet actively seeks conversation.
This alone is enough to thrill an ordinary man greatly.
But Su Li rely smiled faintly; he was no stranger to feminine charm. The array of beauties among his courtier has already granted him imnse immunity to allure.
Thus, he directly said: "Frankly, I don’t enjoy gambling. Especially when the odds are unknown, I’m never involved in a wager."
"However, I accept your invitation."
Freya’s sharp brows furrowed slightly, her stunning visage gazed down at Su Li as she asked, "So the Lord is willing to accept this invitation, is it because you have certain victory, or because you offer special treatnt?"
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