According to the rules, as long as the master agreed, then the duel could be held.

Baron Carter did not want to make it too embarrassing for others to say that he had killed everyone, but he also did not want others to laugh at Graystone Castle and say they were cowards.

So after thinking for a while, he found an excuse to smile at Beck and said, "Hehehe, of course the duel can be, but son of a Knight, are you ready to bet the money?"

He took out a piece of parchment and wrote an IOU. "Here is 100 gold coins. If you can win this duel, you are welcome to come to Graystone Castle to exchange it with me. If you lose, you will have to pay the same amount. So, are you ready for this money?"

The currency units in this world were divided into three types: gold, silver, and copper. 100 copper coins were equal to 1 silver coin, and 100 silver coins were equal to 1 gold coin.

An ordinary family of three would only spend a few gold coins a year, and the total output value of a farm was only a few dozen gold coins a year. Beck, who had not even inherited the farm, naturally could not afford such a sum of money.

Just as a conflict was about to be resolved, a voice rang out from the crowd.

"I will pay for Knight Beck's bet!"

The Baron's smile froze.

He turned his head and saw a silver-haired old man walking over.

Baron Carter narrowed his eyes. "Viscount Leicester."

This was Viscount Leicester, one of the three great families in River Valley. He was a supporter of the Fergus family. The relationship between the two was similar to that between Baron Carter and Baron Saul.

Baron Carter said with a faint smile, "Viscount Leicester, are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?"

Viscount Leicester looked unwell, and his face was unnaturally black.

After hearing Baron Carter's question, he coughed and answered, "Ahem, I just heard that a rare genius Apprentice Knight has appeared in our River valley. I want to see if this is a true name or a false one."

Baron Carter said, "You won't be disappointed."

The duel began.

Everyone went to the side of the banquet hall and cleared out an empty space.

Heath and Beck walked into the empty space and stood still. They took the two cross swords that were sent by the servants.

The crowd began to whisper.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It should be Miracle Sword Heath, right? He even killed a Knight."

"Forget it, that was a sneak attack. It can't be counted. Beck is really capable."

"I also bet on Beck. It's said that he is already half a foot to becoming a Knight."

Heath was a new genius in River Valley, but his opponent, Beck, was not weak at all. He had been famous in River Valley for a long time, and was even known as the number one person below Knights.

If not for this matter, coupled with the support of Baron Roya's resources, Beck's advancement to a Knight within this year would definitely be a certainty.

In the end, the bride who represented the master stepped forward to give a duel speech. "I represent the White Wolf Castle..."

In the same way as the eldest son of Knight Roya, the bride was also the beneficiary of this incident. Therefore, although her father had died and she was going to marry a 40-year-old middle-aged man, the little girl still looked very energetic.

"I, Kelly Bain, the Master of White Wolf, officially announce that the duel has begun!"

As the bride gave the order, the battle began.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

A series of hurried footsteps sounded. Heath and Beck rushed towards each other at the first moment.

Clang!

The cross swords collided in the air, and a sound like a gong exploded.

Like his father, Beck learned the Rose Sword Technique. This sword technique was famous in the Rodin Kingdom for its magnificence.

However, Heath's Moon Cross Sword was also famous for its magnificence. One could imagine what kind of scene the two would have when they fought.

For a moment, everyone could only see streaks of sword light flashing in the air, and the two cross swords drew countless light shadows in the air under the dance of their respective masters

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, and large sparks were set off in the air, like small fireworks bursting out from the top of a banquet.

"So... So powerful!"

"Is this the level of a top Apprentice Knight?"

"I thought that I was only slightly inferior compared to them..."

The people were endlessly amazed.

Such a high-intensity sword exchange lasted for nearly a hundred rounds. Heath felt that it was about time, so he took advantage of Beck's breathing to expose his flaw and sent the opponent's cross sword flying.

The crossguard sword spun in the air for two rounds, and then with a clang, it stabbed into the floor diagonally.

"Has the winner been decided? Isn't it too sudden?"

"It's a pity that Beck made a mistake!"

"Yeah, both sides haven't used their full strength yet."

Everyone thought that Beck was seized by Heath because of a momentary mistake, so they couldn't help but cry out in pity.

Even Beck himself thought so.

And because of this, he did not admit defeat immediately after losing. Instead, he refused to admit defeat and said, "This round doesn't count. It was my mistake just now."

As he said that, he was about to pick up the cross blade.

Clang!

The loud sound of the sword rang out.

Heath raised the cross blade horizontally. The sharp blade was pointed straight at Beck's throat. If he went any further, it would pierce through his throat.

Heath said coldly, "A win is a win, a loss is a loss. There is no such thing as a mistake in a duel."

He did not slash him because it was the wedding today. If he still did not know what was good for him, Heath would not mind sending him to see his father.

Beck's smile froze.

Baron Carter clapped his hands and tried to smooth things over. "Hehehe, it was a very interesting duel. Both of you are outstanding Apprentice Knights of our River Valley. Let's call it a draw. Viscount Leicester, what do you think?"

Viscount Leicester's expression darkened. He put on a fake smile and said, "You must be joking, Sir Baron. A loss is a loss. A win is a win. I, Leicester, can still afford 100 gold coins."

"Beck Fergus has lost."

As he spoke, his gaze swept coldly over Beck.

Under that cold gaze, Beck's expression suddenly changed. For a moment, he could not help but keep silent.

In fact, revenge was just words. Viscount Leicester was the real mastermind of today's duel, and the purpose was to knock down Baron Carter and make him lose his prestige.

Beck was known as the number one person below Knights. He thought that facing a mere Apprentice Knight was a sure thing, but he did not expect to still lose.

Not being able to inherit the farm, Leicester was already Beck's last chance to make a comeback. This loss, regardless of how Leicester would punish him, just his chance of advancing to a Knight would become infinitely slim.

Talent alone was not enough for the Knight's path. He also needed nutritious food, excellent weapons and armor, and Golden Blood... Every step of Knight training required countless resources. Without these resources, no matter how good his talent was, it would be in vain.

If he could not advance to a Knight, once his prime time was over, he would only be an Apprentice Knight for the rest of his life, and that would be it.

Thinking of this, Beck's head exploded with a bang, and he felt his heart burning with anxiety.

He was so angry that he immediately pulled out the cross-shaped sword on the ground and roared angrily, "It's all because of you, you damn bastard!"

As he said this, he stabbed the sword straight at Heath's back.

Heath frowned and put one hand on the hilt of the sword by his waist.

Just as he was about to cut this annoying fellow down with the sword, someone attacked before him.

Clang!

A loud sword chime sounded.

The cross-shaped sword flashed in the air and pierced a hole in Beck's chest. The overflowing sword aura tore his heart and lungs into pieces.

Beck widened his eyes and looked down at his empty chest.

He opened his mouth wide. "You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground with a thud and was dead.

The Baron sheathed his crossguard sword and said coldly, "You can't even follow the most basic rules. Even if you lose, you won't admit it and you still want to sneak an attack from behind. Such scum will only lose the face of the nobles if he lives in this world."

"Someone, carry him out."

Heath volunteered, "Let me do it!"

As he said that, he walked forward.

He wanted to take the opportunity to farm his attributes, and at the same time, he wanted to farm his talent.

Do not think that having the system's talents was not important. On the contrary, talents were extremely important and could not be replaced.

There was a saying in Blue Star that hard work to determine the lower limit and upper limit of talents was also useful here.

The system's extraction function could only help heath increase his strength to the maximum extent within his talents. As for which level he could increase to, it would depend on his talent.

For example, at the Grand Knight level, with Heath's current talent, it was impossible for him to increase it. When his attributes increased to a certain level, it would be impossible for him to increase it anymore.

At this time, he needed talent.

Heath grabbed Beck with one hand, and at the same time, he muttered in his heart, 'System, extraction!'

[Beep, extraction successful. Agility +0.1]

[Beep, extraction successful. Knight Talent +1. Current Knight Talent: 6. Rating: Medium.]

[Beep, extraction successful. Wizard Talent +1. Current Wizard Talent: 1. Rating: Low.]

Heath was stunned.

He could understand attributes and Knight talent.

This Wizard talent...

What the hell was that?