socalfunplaces Chapter 169
Chapter 169
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[Name: Fiona]
[Destiny Index: (Demacia: B)]
[Potential: T3]
[Strength: T2]
[Title: None]
[Evaluation: Hardworking genius player.
Ever since she was young and sensible, the young noble girl has been attracted to the Qinggang sword at first sight.
Family honor, swordsmanship, duel dance, challenge of throwing away white gloves...
The noble lady seemed to have a slight deviation in her understanding of the honor of female nobles.
She began to cut her long hair that was difficult to keep neat.
Every time she held the hilt of the sword for training, she felt a sense of urgency in her heart, because she didn't know when her father would come back.
Perhaps it was because of this sense of urgency that the girl's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and genius seemed to be insufficient to describe her amazing talent.
Facts have proved that time is like water in a sponge! She can always squeeze out a lot of time to practice swordsmanship, or the girl is fighting duels in her mind and in her dreams.
No one would believe that an eighteen-year-old girl is a duel master.
(Note: Maybe the potential of a mortal is here, but please don't duel with her one-on-one! Otherwise, don't blame me for not finding out clearly.
This woman with a terrifyingly high IQ for fighting will detect the enemy's flaws within a few moves and give him a fatal blow around the enemy's flaws.
Of course, no matter how hard she tries, it all comes down to... unreasonable talent!)]
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The exquisite lace right hand white glove was originally used to modify the hand shape.
At this moment, Fiona took it off casually, as if it was no longer a precious ornament, but a shackle of bondage.
Her eyes were firm and resolute, and she threw the white glove towards Jincheng without any nostalgia.
The light white glove, like a dancing butterfly, just fell on the ground in front of Jincheng in a tuxedo.
Jincheng's face was still a little surprised, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
For a long time, the free, self-reliant, confident and independent girl Fiona has been suppressed, and her heart is full of grievances and unwillingness.
She longs to break free from the shackles, show her true self, and no longer endure silently.
Unlike the children of ordinary noble families, Fiona has chosen a glorious road of her own.
She bravely pursues her dreams without fear of difficulties and obstacles.
A woman's confidence and pride do not come from her family's background or wealth, but from her own day-to-day and year-to-year tempering.
She sweats in the training of duel swordsmanship, and every swing of the sword contains her desire for duels.
The extraordinary dynamic vision and meticulous exploration ability are the results of her continuous tempering over the long years.
The extraordinary and superior talent is like the symbol of Laurent.
She wants to prove her value and strength with her own efforts and strength.
But until this moment, the other half of her life was forcibly determined by her parents, and the man who was destined to be her husband completely appeared in front of Fiona.
The woman's long-suppressed pride and yearning for freedom were completely brought out at this moment.
So much so that she threw down the white gloves that represented the duel on such an occasion.
Of course, Fiona thought she had already made a concession, after all, she only wanted to prove herself with this battle.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
The noble men and women who had been chatting and laughing together also stopped talking to each other.
The nobles who came to the appointment looked up with strange faces at the woman who was as bright as the stars on the high platform representing happiness.
Many noble families who were also prominent had subconsciously turned their eyes to Count Laurent who was sitting next to the king.
Among the Laurent family, the first one to react was Fiona's father: Count Laurent.
Sebastian, who was originally sitting next to the luxurious chair and chatting and laughing with King Jarvan III, looked at the newlyweds with a look of satisfaction.
At this moment, it was as if his seat was covered with nails. Count Laurent jumped up from his seat in disbelief.
Sebastian's face showed a complex expression of shock and anger. His originally handsome face was now red because of anger, like a pig's liver.
His voice was full of astonishment and confusion: "Ah? Fiona! What are you talking about! What on earth do you want to do? Quick! Stop it..."
The Count never expected that the thing he was most worried about would happen.
He had clearly explained it to his daughter, but the result was contrary to his wishes. Such a moth happened, which made him feel extremely shocked and disappointed.
Sebastian's face changed.He was pale and even noticed the strange looks from his old friends and old rivals.
This made him feel very embarrassed and awkward.
His heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and he didn't know how to deal with such a situation.
The Countess, who had always maintained a dignified manner, was laughing and chatting with her good girlfriends.
After all, before she got married, Mrs. Liz had several close girlfriends, and now they all married into families of equal status and became noble ladies.
Those girlfriends who lived after marriage were naturally ladies who drank afternoon tea and managed the family's internal affairs.
No matter what their real situation was, these ladies always put on a glamorous appearance to the outside world.
Mrs. Liz was still smiling as she listened to her sisters' boasting.
What:
"Wow! Liz, your little Fiona is so beautiful!"
"We can't believe how beautiful she is!"
"She's so outstanding!"
"Gorgeous and elegant, Liz, you've raised your daughter so well!"
"I heard that little Fiona can also..."
"Now she's marrying a poor boy from Freljord?"
"Your daughter has the temperament of a top noble! She's worthy of being your daughter, Liz."
"What a lucky boy! It's as if the winged guardian angel has blessed him in person!"
"I wish the newlyweds a happy and long-lasting marriage..."
Liz, who married into the Laurent family, a prominent noble family, is considered to be of a relatively high level even among the ranks of noble ladies.
Her girlfriends around her would not say anything even if they were jealous, after all, noble ladies are not stupid.
These noble ladies talked a lot, came and went, and praised Fiona in front of Liz.
It seemed that the dazzling woman had all the advantages, and Mrs. Liz couldn't stop smiling.
Until the sudden change came, Fiona's outrageous operation made the noble ladies around Mrs. Liz stop talking at this moment.
The previous second, their laughter echoed in the air.
The next second...
Among them, several noble ladies who were talking most enthusiastically looked at the dazzling Fiona on the high platform not far away in disbelief:
Standing on the high platform that originally represented a happy marriage, the ruthless bride threw her white gloves representing the duel to the embarrassed groom.
She couldn't help but look back at Liz.
The Countess was holding her noble long skirt with both hands, and her knuckles were white on her hands.
The Countess felt dizzy at this moment, and there was a buzzing roar in her ears:
'It's over! Fiona...' The Countess had only one thought at this moment.
The white gloves were thrown off, which meant an invitation to a duel in Demacia.
This kind of scene appeared in a ceremony that was determined between nobles, and a large number of other nobles were invited, and even His Majesty the King was present.
In the marriage of Demacia nobles, this kind of scene was really too exaggerated.
At least in the days after the founding of Demacia, this kind of scene has not appeared.
In the venue, doubts were quietly raised, and then silence, over and over again.
Some people even began to question the Laurent family, from the individual to the family level.
If Jincheng had not changed his surname to the surname of a noble under the leadership of Sebastian Laurent.
This matter would have likely evolved into something more serious.
Some people even laughed openly.
Until the roar of the Earl broke the silence of the scene.
"Earl Sebastian..." Jarvan III was stunned at this moment, and the king and his son were both unbelievable.
This fully illustrates how much Sebastian had falsely advertised for his daughter.
Jarvan IV frowned even more tightly. Recalling his previous promise to Jin Cheng, His Royal Highness had a vague bad premonition:
It's bad. We won't push our brothers into the fire pit, right? After all, this is my savior, my brother!
At this time, Sebastian keenly noticed the king's dissatisfaction. A ball of anger ignited in his heart, like an enraged lion, roaring towards the wedding platform that symbolized a happy wedding.
The Earl's face was livid, and he questioned his daughter sternly. His voice was full of disappointment and anger, which made people tremble.
The Countess staggered and walked to her daughter's side with difficulty.
She looked at the father and daughter who were on the verge of a fight, and her heart was full of helplessness and pain.
Liz's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, but she no longer defended or stood up for Fiona at this moment.
Liz paused for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then the Countess went up the steps to theThe Countess walked off the stage towards her son-in-law Jin Cheng who was bending over to pick up the white gloves.
"My dear son-in-law... My dear son-in-law, don't be anxious. There must be some misunderstanding. We have always admired your outstanding performance... Fiona..."
The Countess's tone was full of deep apology. She tried to calm Jin Cheng's anger, hoping to find a solution to the problem.
Amda's originally frivolous expression changed directly, and his eyes were wide open with a serious face.
Compared with the old nobles, these nobles are relatively more willing to get to the bottom of things, but they dare not offend Count Sebastian.
So they surrounded Amda and began to ask in a low voice.
The rumors in the audience were naturally heard by Fiona.
The woman's strong heart made her ignore all the voices of doubt. Only those who denied and slandered Laurent's glory made the girl's face show struggle and pain.
Finally, Fiona glanced coldly at her father who was blocking her.