Ethan Goldenveil wasn't sure yet whether the system would consider Alaric a worthy opponent for a fair duel, since he was injured.
But he wanted to test it anyway.
Ethan was also wounded, and by the end, both of them had expended a great deal of Aura.
'I should have enough to use the Burning Blood Body Enhancement Skill and a single Aura Slash,' he thought, his eyes fixed on Alaric's.
Just behind the captain of the Goldenveil guard, if he could still be called that, one of his followers tried to flee.
He barely took three steps before having his throat slit by one of the summoned guards.
"Where did you get these men?" Evelyn asked, impressed.
She was already relaxed, despite the initial confusion that had overtaken her face.
"A man has his secrets." Ethan chuckled. "Now rest a bit. I'll deal with this pig."
Under Ethan's gaze, Alaric hesitated.
Nobles didn't duel to the death against commoners.
At least not normally.
For nobles, a duel to the death was a divine judgment.
