Alright, Lin Ke knows this.
Nobles, no matter which world they co from, are generally powerful in the first generation.
Most of the descendants will beco wastrels, with only a very few resembling true nobles.
And whether they are among the few or the many, deep down, they all have their own arrogance and prejudice.
The essence of nobility is a family of distinction. The aning of nobility is not about status, but rather a noble mindset, character, skills, etc.
However, most descendants will lose themselves in the kingdoms built by their predecessors, believing they are born noble.
Just like the son of the Marquis of Ice in front of Lin Ke.
Without considering right or wrong, he wants to duel Lin Ke just because Rica made a mischievous remark for fun.
"Great! Quick, quick, let’s make so space!" Princess Rica jumped up excitedly upon hearing the son of the Marquis of Ice wanted to duel: "That person... Housekeeper Bibi Rui, I want to eat sour fruit cake! Lots of it!"
The butler, who was called "Bibi Rui," bowed and said, "No problem, Your Highness the Princess." Then he went to make arrangents.
He wasn’t worried about Lin Ke; there was no danger in front of so many spectators, and they were all well-known nobles.
However, Fulon was a little worried and wanted to speak up but was reassured and stopped by Antova.
A noble duel largely represents a part of honor.
Although Lin Ke felt helpless, he knew he couldn’t refuse in such a situation, so he said, "Well, sir, I am a level two [Scholar]. May I know your rank?"
Lin Ke obviously didn’t rember the na of the Marquis of Ice’s son; there were too many people to rember.
And the son of the Marquis of Ice wasn’t too angry, seemingly feeling better about being called the "son of the Marquis of Ice" than by his na.
"I’m Laplace," Laplace said arrogantly, "Level two... quite impressive, did it take you a year or two? I am rely a level three [Mathematician] now."
He said "rely" with such arrogant pride that Lin Ke couldn’t help but laugh.
However...
[Mathematician]? Specializing in math?
Now that you ntion it, I’m suddenly interested.
Hearing this, Lin Ke raised his eyebrows: "That’s not a common profession. Are you sure you want to duel , sir?"
"Of course." Laplace arrogantly crossed his arms behind his back: "I am also a level one [Knight]."
After speaking, he raised his head proudly, seemingly waiting for others to praise him.
Yet, the people around remained unmoved.
Laplace imdiately felt a bit annoyed, as at ho, he would be showered with praise and cheers whenever he spoke of his talents.
What he didn’t know was that the people here were all rich or noble.
Who wasn’t extraordinarily gifted in the beginning, who didn’t have an illustrious background? Even if they couldn’t compare to the Marquis of Ice, they weren’t far behind.
So naturally, no one bothered to flatter him, even if he was the only son of the Marquis of Ice.
"Part-ti? Starting so early?" Lin Ke was sowhat surprised.
Ove had told him that it’s best to only take on additional professions when your primary profession is at a standstill, to seek insights that allow breakthroughs in the main profession.
Starting part-ti so early can easily distract your focus and sap your bloodline strength. Without enough bloodline power, how can a profession level up quickly?
"Humph, my talent is ’outstanding,’ so it’s just a part-ti job anyway." Laplace said arrogantly again, and this ti, the people around had so reaction.
"Outstanding talent, a fine continuation of the Ice bloodline."
"Indeed, it’s a pity he hasn’t remarried after his wife’s death."
"He’s clinging to inner pride, the honor of nobility, and... love."
"Deserving of respect, though I think this bloodline would fetch a better dowry."
"Andrew’s Leg, don’t mix rchant practices with nobility!"
Count Giant Sword and Akel were chatting casually.
Laplace felt uncomfortable at the ntion of "wife’s death" but felt pleased with the rest.
The glory of their Ice family was definitely dazzling!
See, even these nobles acknowledged their glory!
However, besides them, a female voice was also heard...
"Is this guy an idiot? My father says most people who take on extra jobs before level ten are idiots, only those with outstanding bloodlines can avoid interference."
"Which idiot said..." Laplace turned in anger, preparing to scold, but found the speaker was Princess Rica, making him stiffen.
"What did you say?" Princess Rica jumped up from her chair: "Who did you say my father is?"
The expressions of those around beca playful.
The last person to openly declare the King of Black and White Insomnia Emperor a fool was probably the pioneer, Andrew.
"Princess Rica, I misspoke." Laplace, however, did not lose his composure, apologized sensibly and sincerely, then looked back at Lin Ke: "Co, duel!"
This ti, Laplace had a few strands of anger in his eyes.
It’s all Lin Ke’s fault!
What the hell, bla ! Lin Ke was speechless seeing Laplace’s expression.
This guy is crazy!
However, Lin Ke wasn’t keen on dueling on his own birthday either, as it would affect his mood.
So he rolled his eyes and smiled as he said, "I’ll accept the duel, but..."
Laplace snorted coldly: "I can refrain from using third-level or higher magic and limit it to just two skills."
In Laplace’s view, when he was at level two, he could only use four skills at most, and to Lin Ke, with his ager Viscount bloodline, three would be the limit.
In addition to the physical enhancent from being a [Knight], he was confident against Lin Ke.
Hearing this, Lin Ke felt thoughtful, he could now slightly gauge the strength of his talent.
He had just broken through to level two, and his profession power could already afford ten skill slots worth of skills.
And now, he estimated he could use about thirteen tis.
Of course, Lin Ke had no intention of fighting physically, so he said, "You are a [Mathematician], and I am a [Scholar], why don’t we have a contest of intellect?"
"Intellect?" Laplace, who was preparing to engage physically, was startled, not understanding.
"I an, let’s compete in wisdom and intelligence, shall we?" Lin Ke smiled with a calm deanor.
"Do you think my wisdom is inferior to yours?" Laplace’s eyes blazed with fury: "The Ice family’s bloodline is inferior to your petty Azanen family?"
When he said this, Lin Ke wasn’t much affected, as it was normal for noble children to be instilled with such a concept from birth.
But so nobles of the Azanen family around them looked displeased.
Laplace’s words had offended the entire Azanen family.
But from Laplace’s expression, it wasn’t that he didn’t know; he simply didn’t care.
Indeed, a small Viscount Clan could be likened to a Viscount’s Domain, which Laplace could inherit from the Marquis of Ice once he ca of age, so he naturally looked down on Azanen.
Lin Ke secretly observed the expressions of those around him, then said, "I believe the Marquis of Ice is not lacking in intelligence and wisdom."
After speaking, he fell silent, looking up at the sky as if sothing interesting was up there.
Seeing Lin Ke like this, the son of the Marquis of Ice widened his eyes, fuming: "Fine, let’s compete!" He didn’t say much more because he found himself unable to outtalk this kid.
Lin Ke finally looked away from the sky and smiled, "Good, let’s do this: you propose a question, I answer it, then I’ll propose one and you answer it..."
Lin Ke briefly explained the back-and-forth questioning thod and smiled, "If either of us fails to answer two questions, it’s considered a loss. Additionally, the math problem must be solvable by the proposer... It must be a math problem, how about that?"
Hearing it had to be a math problem, Laplace was already feeling boundless humiliation.
How dare Lin Ke?!
How dare he use his impoverished, foolish, and rustic brain to compare with his noble and intelligent mind?!
"No need! As long as you can propose one question I can’t answer, I’ll concede!"
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