Work Prophet
Chapter 509 - 127: This is a Violation, Right?!

Chapter 509: Chapter 127: This is a Violation, Right?!

Thomas approached the man, said nothing, and simply stood there, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The face of the informer turned ugly immediately, as he understood what the knight meant.

Meanwhile, Miss Rabbit continued playing "eagle catches the chicks" with Golden Fly.

She developed a new tactic: aiming at one side of the shield in advance, pulling the trigger, and then stomping her foot, playing a new version of Russian roulette with Golden Fly.

The moment Golden Fly poked his head out, the gunshot rang out, causing him to stand on end with fright; for a second, he even thought he was dead. Only after feeling no wounds on his body did his heart settled back into his stomach.

Still, Golden Fly was terribly frightened afterwards.

The first gamble did not pay off, but the Lady’s anxious mood calmed down, seeing that the tactic was not problematic.

As such, she decided to risk it again.

After all, if she lost the bet, she would just be wasting a bullet, but if Golden Fly lost, his head would be blown open.

Golden Fly clearly understood this as well, and the informer in the crowd was now controlled by Thomas and dared not speak out easily anymore.

This meant no one was there to remind him anymore; the only option remaining was one.

Determined, Golden Fly suddenly threw away the giant shield in his hands and shouted at the Lady opposite him, "I surrender! I surrender!!"

"Hmm?" Ireya had just aimed her gun at Golden Fly when she heard his declaration of surrender. Far from feeling pleased, the young girl was filled with regret.

Indeed, there are no incorrectly given names, just improper nicknames; this Golden Fly lived up to his moniker, being as annoying in combat as one could be.

The Lady felt the fire of competition for the first time in the duel, and the desire to gouge someone’s eyes out was undeniable.

She had already found a method to handle the man before her and given a bit more time, she was confident she could dispatch Golden Fly, but now that he had already surrendered, the duel rules prevented her from taking any further action.

The Lady reluctantly put away her dueling pistol.

It was only when the strange tube was no longer pointing at him that Golden Fly finally let go of the breath he was holding, exhaling deeply.

The referee then announced the Lady’s victory, but the applause around was rather sparse this time.

The main reason was that the combat between the two had not been very exciting, one hiding behind a giant shield like a shrinking turtle, and the other continuously working her enchanting magic in circles.

After brewing for a long time, Golden Fly simply surrendered, giving off a feeling of an anticlimactic letdown.

However, this battle did reveal a weakness of the Lady; her weapon was impressive in terms of power, but seemed somewhat ineffective against the giant shield.

The initial attacks were all blocked by the giant shield, lacking the unparalleled feeling she had given in her previous two bouts.

Golden Fly’s problem was also significant; the shield he carried was heavy, and while moving, he had to ensure his body was completely behind the giant shield, almost giving up all maneuverability.

This made it very difficult for him to win the duel, creating at best a stalemate that was neither a loss nor a win.

But regardless, compared to the previous two who were brutally disabled as soon as they entered the ring, Golden Fly had at least provided a strategy for future contenders who might face the Lady.

Ge Lipeng, serving as Ireya’s temporary attendant, had also watched the entire battle and was not too surprised by this outcome.

Modern technology is certainly useful, but one should not underestimate the wisdom of ancient civilizations.

Moreover, what he had replicated were only flintlock weapons, which were far less powerful than later sniper rifles, rocket launchers, and such. However, these formidable heavyweights were unnecessary to contend with a giant shield.

After resting for a night, Miss Rabbit once again set foot in the Duel Arena.

This time, her opponent was clearly prepared, carrying a large shield of the same model as the Golden Fly.

He had even found a blacksmith to cut two observation holes in the large shield overnight.

It must be said, this idea was quite creative.

The two observation holes were very small, just large enough to see through with the eyes, and with the accuracy of a flintlock gun, it was difficult to hit exactly in that spot.

With those two observation holes, the person behind the shield could move while monitoring Lady’s position.

At the same time, he brought a lengthened spear, ready to attack from behind the shield once he could corner the Lady into a vulnerable spot.

However, Ireya, upon seeing the equipment of her opponent, was not at all panicked, as she was equally prepared.

And most crucially, two days later, that person had also returned.

Thinking of this, the Lady couldn’t help but glance in a certain direction again, spotting that familiar black figure among the crowd; it was like taking a calming pill, the girl felt a surge of strength throughout her body, suddenly fearless.

Today’s new opponent—the Knight of the Grafson Family with the Dawn Sword—was stunned upon seeing her new equipment and asked the adjacent judge,

"Aren’t you going to manage her? Can she even do this?"

The judge also seemed troubled, looking up at the A-frame ladder the Lady had brought over and after a moment, said, "Technically, there’s nothing in the rules that prohibits this."

"But who brings a ladder to a duel?"

"That... Indeed, there’s no precedent for this," the judge agreed, but then added, "But I’ve never seen someone duel with a giant shield before either. Besides, the Duel Arena doesn’t have specific regulations concerning weapons."

The Knight with the Dawn Sword, hearing this, became desperate, as if Ireya should just set up that ladder and stand on it, his meticulously crafted shield with holes would be rendered useless.

He might as well concede the match right then.

Therefore, he must make the judge banish that item at all costs, even if it meant arguing in front of the Emperor and Empress.

Edward II was somewhat troubled too; he wanted to reference how his ancestors would have handled this but found no similar situations in the old records.

Seeing the Dawn Sword adamantly insist the ladder was not allowable, getting red-faced and vein-bulging in his neck over the argument, Edward II’s look turned into one of disdain.

The Dawn Sword knew he was being somewhat unreasonable and lacked grace, but having managed to defeat his previous three opponents, coming all this way, he couldn’t bear to fall to the Lady’s gun.

In the end, it was Miss Rabbit, who had been very calm and hardly argued, who spoke lightly, "It’s alright. We won’t use it."

The Dawn Sword doubted his ears were functioning correctly.

Emperor’s face then broke into a smile and praised, "Excellent! That is the proper comportment and confidence a Knight should have. But we can’t let you be at a disadvantage. Go ahead and duel, Ireya, and should you win this match, I shall gift you my most beloved warhorse."