King's Landing in France

The corners of Reginold's mouth twitched, it was obvious that An Ning's taunt was very effective.

So An Ning continued to make persistent efforts: "You guy, where did you come from? Gulliver's Travels, do you know that Lilliputian..."

Reginald shouted and attacked An Ning!

After the crisp sound of the sword blades colliding, An Ning's wrist turned to block the attacking blade and stab the attacker's chest!

Reginald retreated again, but this time An Ning followed!

An Ning's active follow-up was his actions, not the system.

He wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

However, a smug smile appeared on Reginold's face.

The moment she saw this smile, An Ning secretly thought it was bad!

Reginald blocked An Ning's sword, and then went straight to An Ning's neck——

At this moment, An Ning was in a cold sweat, he instinctively tilted his upper body, and the cold touch ran across his neck.

——It's over, my life is over...

The moment An Ning thought this way, the system controlled his hand and stabbed the sword into Reginold's heart.

The next moment, both An Ning and Reginald's bodies were still.

Then Reginald spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest and collapsed in pain.

The surrounding onlookers burst into exclamations, and several of Reginald's cronies stood up, wanting to run this way.

Sieyès shouted: "Wait a minute! The duel is not over yet!"

Only then did the noble young masters stop.

Sieyès walked towards Reginald, leaning over to check his condition.

On An Ning's side, the cold feeling left his throat, and he immediately touched his throat, resulting in blood on his hand...

——Wait, something is wrong, a cut carotid artery should spurt blood like a burst water pipe, right?

An Ning's mind skipped this thought.

Could it be that because of his sideways movement, Reginald didn't puncture the carotid artery just now?

He looked down at the hand that just touched his neck, at the blood on that hand.

At this time Sieyès stood up: "Earl Reginald has passed away, and I declare that Mr. Andy Frost has won the duel!"

An Ning raised his right hand: "I won!"

—Wait, I'm still bleeding, should I bandage it first?

Fanny ran forward, tore off a piece of cloth from her skirt, and began to bandage An Ning's neck without any explanation.

At this time, Reginald's cronies also rushed over and worked together to turn the count over.

Reginald's entire shirt was drenched with blood, obviously the hemorrhage directly caused by the sword in An Ning's heart.

"No no!" shouted one of Reginold's friends, covering his head with his hands, "That's impossible! Reggie is the best swordsman among us! How could he be killed by a cobbler's son! You must be cheating! "

An Ning was about to answer, when the man pulled out his pistol, picked up the gunpowder gourd, poured gunpowder into the gunpowder pool, and pointed the gun at An Ning: "Go to hell, commoner! Let me correct the duel." the result of!"

An Ning was shocked. Even with the poor hit rate of this time-space bullet at this distance, there is a high probability that it will hit!

In desperation, An Ning pulled Fanny behind her to block it——

Then the gun went off.

The pungent smell of gunpowder entered An Ning's nostrils.

An Ning didn't feel hit, and when she looked down, she didn't see where she was hit.

Hey, he was five steps away from the person with the gun, and he didn't get shot?

The teenager who shot the gun exclaimed: "This is impossible! Why do you..."

He lowered his head and glanced across the ground.

An Ning also looked down at the ground, and then saw a shiny projectile on the ground, which landed not far from Reginald's body.

Apparently the pellet fell out of the pistol when the guy drew it from his pocket.

In this era, flintlock guns were loaded from the front, and the bullets were fed in from the muzzle, and then plugged with paper balls.

Just now, this guy drew the gun too much, spilling paper balls and bullets, and probably spilled a lot of gunpowder.

At this moment, Sieyès took a step forward and grabbed the boy's gun: "Enough! The duel is over! This Mr. Frost has won! Do you understand that shooting him is murder!"

An Ning: "So, can I cheer for victory?"

Fanny: "Cheers, you still have a wound on your neck! Stay calm!"

As soon as the words were finished, Christina rushed over and gave An Ning a firm hug: "Andy! That's great, I knew you could do it!"

An Ning originally wanted to hug the girl, but suddenly remembered that she had a long sword in her hand and blood in her hand. If she hugged her, she might bring blood to her, so she had to give up.

Christina hugged An Ning enough to distance herself, then pulled An Ning's sleeve and said, "Come on, let me introduce you to some of my good sisters..."

At this time, Fanny interrupted Christina: "Are you sure you want him to meet those ladies with blood on his hands?"

Christina froze for a moment before noticing An Ning's situation: "Oh, this...well, clean up..."

Fanny: "I think you can go home first and introduce him to your sisters at the salon tomorrow."

Christina thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, it's better this way. You should go and bandage it quickly. I think it's okay to have so much blood on your neck..."

An Ning: "No problem, it's just a little scratched."

As soon as the words were finished, Mirabeau hugged him: "Oh my God, I can't believe that you actually won the guy who won three duels in a row. When I saw your neck bleeding, I thought you were finished."

An Ning: "If you don't believe me, I think so too..."

Mirabeau laughed loudly, then pulled An Ning and said, "Let's go, I know a very good doctor, and I will take you to see him! Miss Tollestel, do you mind if we excuse you first?"

Christina nodded: "I don't mind. Mr. Mirabeau, please take him to give him a good hug."

Chapter 020 Heroes of the Commoners

An Ning was taken by Mirabeau to see what he called a very good doctor.

To be honest, An Ning has some fear of doctors in this era. After all, Pasteur was not born at this time, and human beings did not yet have microbiology, so medicine is a purely empirical medicine.

At this time, Western medicine is simply synonymous with anti-intellectualism. If you are indecisive, do bloodletting first. When you do bloodletting, the wound is infected, which will lead to festering of the bleeding hole. If you have a fever, the doctor will tell you that the bloodletting is effective.

Yes, doctors in this era are so "well-trained".

So whether you can live well after getting sick in this era depends on whether your life is hard enough, so thinking about people in this era who can live to a hundred years old is quite awesome.

However, the doctor recommended by Mirabeau is quite powerful. He actually washed An Ning's wound with wine. Washing the wound, my teacher said that this way the wound will not suppurate, it is wrong, he said that suppurating means that the body is changing for the better, but I always feel wrong. I don’t like wound suppurating.”

An Ning: "You are right, you are absolutely the best doctor I have ever seen."

——Good guy, what is festering means that the body is changing in a good direction, and it is better to deal with the injury yourself in the future.

The doctor added: "However, your wound is actually nothing if you don't treat it. It's very shallow, but the skin is broken. I don't even know how you bleed so much."

It's no wonder that the doctor was surprised. After all, An Ning was the chosen one who could "breathe and return blood". When he came to the clinic, the wound had already healed a lot.

An Ning: "Maybe it's not my blood. I stabbed my opponent in the heart during the duel just now, and he sprayed a lot of blood."

In fact, Reginald was not so exaggerated in spurting blood, but at this time An Ning could only explain the large bloodstain on his body in this way.

Mirabeau: "Now that the bandaging is finished, let's go back to the Royal Palace. The news must have spread to every tavern in the Royal Palace. It is estimated that many people are waiting for your triumphant return."

An Ning nodded: "I also want to go home as soon as possible and change this blood-stained shirt."

Anin then bid farewell to the doctor, and returned to the Palais Royal through Paris in Mirabeau's carriage.

As soon as she arrived at the public square of the Royal Palace, An Ning heard a newsboy shouting outside the car window: "The duke's benefactor is actually the heir of a hidden nobleman, and he defeated the dueling king of Paris with his family's swordsmanship!"

An Ning frowned, thinking that the Paris Duel King probably refers to Reginald, who has won three duels and is quite famous in the Parisian social circle.

It's the title of "Duel King", which sounds like a card player who can summon blue-eyed white dragons.

Mirabola opened the window and handed out a copper coin of a sou: "Come, give me an extra."

"Hold it!" The newsboy immediately stuffed a newspaper into Mirabeau's hands.

While flipping through the newspaper, Mirabeau muttered: "Damn it, I saw that it was written by that guy Valor. You won the nobleman, but this guy molded you into a hidden nobleman. These diehards just don't admit it. Commoners can beat nobles!"

An Ning: "What would you say if you came to write it?"

"Me? I don't write these unless you are a woman." Mirabeau paused and added, "Or your opponent is a woman."

An Ning couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect that the guy who entered the French Pantheon was actually a yellow text writer who was drinking and playing with women.

At this time the carriage stopped, and the driver knocked on the front window of the carriage: "We are here, gentlemen."

While Mirabeau was paying the driver, An Ning opened the door and got off the car.

When he opened the door, he saw Mably speaking not far away: "Gentlemen, just today, the son of a cobbler defeated the son of the marquis who was known to be proficient in swordsmanship in a duel. What does this mean? Poor nobility!

"And I, as a witness to the duel, saw with my own eyes the enraged aristocrat's fellows try to shoot a cobbler's son, and he made a fool of himself, and the bullet slipped out of the barrel!

"This shows one thing, a trash won't be a trash just because he is a nobleman!

"What the nobles can do, the commoners can do! The nobles can win three duels in a row, and so can the commoners!"

An Ning was happy to hear this, but she couldn't be calm when she heard this. Damn it, I almost got my throat blocked by a sword this time. I don't want to be the king of dueling in Paris.

Mirabeau also got out of the car at this time, and he patted An Ning on the shoulder: "Mable continues to preach, and all the idiot sons of nobles in the city will come to you for a duel."

At this time, Ma Buli saw An Ning, and immediately raised his hand to point in the direction of An Ning: "Everyone, look, the man who smashed the pride of the nobility is coming! Cheer! Cheer for our civilian heroes! He is not only fighting back against him The contempt of the nobles, and the arrogance of the nobles towards the common people!"

Everyone turned to An Ning, and several men in trousers who smelled of alcohol rushed up, lifted An Ning up, and threw them high into the sky, shouting as they threw them, "Long live the commoner heroes!"

An Ning was thrown into the air, thinking that fortunately the bread she ate at noon was relatively dry, and if there was something runny, she would have to spit it out.

The civilians in the square gathered around, and someone loudly asked An Ning, who was thrown into the sky: "You are not really a nobleman, are you?"

An Ning: "No, I'm a cobbler...don't throw me away! I'm the cobbler's son!"

"Then where did you learn the sword?"

"I don't know how to use swordsmanship! I just fight like crazy!" An Ning replied truthfully.

In the end, because he was in the sky, his words were vague, and everyone couldn't hear them clearly. Some people were not happy: "Don't throw him away, let him talk!"

The trousers who threw An Ning probably didn't drink less, but they just didn't like it, and continued to throw "civilian heroes" into the sky again and again.

Then the drunks lost their hands and threw An Ning to the ground, and he landed on both feet.

An Ning stood up rubbing her buttocks, and said to the onlookers: "I don't know how to fight swordsmanship, and what the mistress said is a lie! Eight generations of my ancestors have been civilians in long trousers!"

After the voice fell, the people around cheered: "Long live the common people!"

It seems that today is destined to be a day for the civilians gathered in the Royal Palace to feel proud.

No one knew that in another nine years they would still be proud of themselves.

An Ning emphasized her status as a commoner mainly because she didn't want to be treated as a nobleman nine years before the Great Revolution.

After the Great Revolution came, the big nobles could still stand on the fence as liberal nobles to save their lives, but the small nobles were proper street lamp pendants.

However, this account has already been printed out, so it won't cause trouble for me in the era of the Great Revolution, right?

In the future, no one will point to my face with this account and call me a nobleman, right?

An Ning was a little uneasy, but at this moment the people around him started booing, asking him to talk about how to win the duel.

The crowd forcibly pushed An Ning onto the flower bed by the side of the road and asked him to tell everyone.

An Ning spread her hands: "To be honest, I don't know how to win. When they insulted me before, they said that I was able to defeat the robber and save the lady of the duke's family because the robber slipped and hit my knife on his neck. .

"I guess I can win the duel, but it was the Lord Count Reginald who slipped and fell, and his heart hit the tip of my sword!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

An Ning continued: "After I won, the Earl's lackey actually pulled out a gun to hit me, but as soon as he raised the gun, the bullet slipped out of the muzzle and rolled to my feet!

"That's it! I'm just lucky, otherwise a cobbler's son would never be able to defeat an earl!"

The crowd booed in unison.

At this time, someone shouted: "They say that firearms, like bows and crossbows, are civilian weapons! It must be because of this that you won!"