Chapter 50: The Female Marquis Couldn’t Understand

Tarasha was stunned.

Stunned with anger, she almost laughed.

What was Hall saying? How could he say something like “you should surrender”?

What did that mean?

Wait…

The way he spoke?

Tarasha suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because Hall was actually using the secret language that only their Cateline intelligence department could understand.

It was a sound made by the joints of the fingers, combined with a very conventional magic for encryption.

To outsiders, Hall should have just been stretching his muscles.

But in her eyes, it was a completely different world.

This guy, why did he know their Cateline secret language?

And he was telling her to surrender?

What was wrong with this young master of the Faxtius family?

Marquis Chekhov also felt something was wrong.

Because when Hall entered the field, the magical power inside was isolated from the outside by the field’s magic circle, so he could only hear the sound of Hall’s finger joints, and because of the distance, it wasn’t very clear.

But he could still see Tarasha’s face clearly.

What had Hall done?

Anyone present who could observe Tarasha’s expression would think so.

Himan, on the other hand, was stunned in place. When she saw Hall go up in her place, her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She didn’t know what to say.

She just had a faint feeling.

Something was coming back.

Hall himself looked at Tarasha’s face and was sure that his way of using the secret code was correct.

He had to say this.

Because he couldn’t let Tarasha defeat Himan, so the best result was for him to win in the second round.

Whether he could win against Tarasha in public by strength was not certain.

If Tarasha had already accepted the Eternal Winter Awakening at this point, and her swordsmanship talent reached [A+], even if his swordsmanship talent was set at [S] or [S+], which was above Tarasha’s, his level and basic attributes might not be enough.

Unless he could replicate the move that defeated Ye Wangxue.

But when he recalled the situation that day, his sword body turned black when he released that move. According to the in-game setting, black was the color of the Demon God.

This meant that it might contain the power of the Demon God.

And in some routes, he would indeed learn the Demon God’s unique sword system before his death—Black Blade, inherit the Demon God’s legacy, and become the big boss standing in the way of the heroine saving the world.

To use the power of the Demon God in public at Holy Light University.

He still wanted to live for two more years.

Since the plot had reached this point, and something was bound to happen, he might as well see what the Empress of Cateline meant first.

He would use the Cateline secret language to negotiate terms with Tarasha.

“Are you not going to surrender?”

He sent the message again using the secret language.

Tarasha glared at him fiercely.

To be honest, Tarasha usually didn’t have many emotions. She was just a tool for carrying out missions. Whatever the empress told her to do, she did.

What was there to be angry about with the mission target? It was just a matter of killing them or letting them live.

“What do you mean?”

Tarasha also asked using the secret language.

“Literally. Surrender. I know your target, but I won’t make a move.”

“You know my target?”

Tarasha couldn’t help but start thinking.

Hall’s ability to use the unique secret language of the Cateline intelligence department meant he probably had some skills, if he wasn’t bluffing.

Maybe Hall really wouldn’t make a move. Although she was here to test his strength, if Hall intentionally hid his skills, she naturally wouldn’t be able to test anything.

“Hah, if you don’t make a move, I will defeat Himan. Your Papal State will suffer a crushing defeat in this competition.”

Tarasha didn’t want to be controlled by Hall.

But Hall just replied lightly using the secret language.

“So what if the Papal State loses? What does that have to do with me, Hall?”

“You…”

Tarasha couldn’t understand Hall’s words. To her, loyalty to the empress was above all else, and national honor was above all else.

If there was anything involving national honor, she would fight to the death to win.

But Hall could throw the match.

She couldn’t understand.

“As the son of a duke, you actually don’t care about national affairs.”

“What national affairs? It’s just losing a swordsmanship exchange match. Hearing your tone, one would think the Papal State was ceding land to Cateline.”

Now, Tarasha was completely silenced.

It seemed that was the case.

It was just a swordsmanship exchange. Even if the Papal State lost a hundred such exhibition matches, it wouldn’t change the fact that it was the number one power in the Western Continent.

“But… you…”

“Surrender. If you don’t surrender, you’ll never know my true strength.”

Hall continued to repeat this sentence.

When a sentence is repeated many times, and one feels that the other party has a point, its effect becomes somewhat like brainwashing.

Tarasha’s heart began to waver. Victory and defeat were certainly important. This was the first exchange between Cateline and the Papal State in twenty years.

But her priority was the empress’s mission, not the outcome of this match.

Being able to achieve both was her plan, but now Hall had nailed it down for her; there could only be one result.

She had to make a choice.

“Make a choice, Duchess Tarasha.”

Hall finally sent this message using the secret language.

Then he stood at the right end of the platform and closed his eyes to rest.

Himan looked at Hall, who had suddenly closed his eyes to rest, and wondered what he was doing. At this distance, and with his eyes closed, with Tarasha’s explosive power that had defeated Young Master Andrei, she could definitely kill Hall in an instant.

Leticia’s little heart also worried for Hall.

Christine, on the other hand, found it interesting. She had actually somewhat guessed what had happened between Hall and Tarasha.

This man was really interesting.

She wanted to explore him even more.

The reporters were also in an uproar.

They thought Hall was playing it big, and they all pressed the shutter button, capturing his relaxed expression and Tarasha’s conflicted expression at this moment.

This set of pictures, combined with a specially designed copy back home, would definitely become tomorrow’s big hit news.

Time passed, second by second.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Tarasha did not make a move, and Hall did not move either. It looked like he was slacking off.

The atmosphere was originally quite tense.

But after everyone’s nerves had been on edge for a long time, they found that the two main characters on the stage didn’t seem to have any intention of moving.

What were they going to do?

Tarasha was really too conflicted.

She couldn’t bring herself to surrender directly in public.

So she looked at Hall and, after a long silence, said.

“Then you come and defeat me. I don’t want to lose so badly.”

“Okay.”

Hall didn’t hesitate either.

He then drew the practice longsword he had prepared at his waist.

And simply assumed a common stance.

When everyone saw that there was action, they all focused their attention.

Soon, Hall made his move.

Tarasha and Hall’s blades clashed, but it clearly lacked the force of when she had defeated Young Master Andrei earlier.

Soon, after a dozen rounds of seemingly fierce clashes.

Tarasha, to everyone’s surprise, was defeated.

And said in a tired voice.

“I lose.”

Regarding this result.

Vice-Principal Lied hadn’t expected it either, but Hall’s victory was, after all, a face-saving victory for Holy Light University.

He was stunned for a long time.

Before he announced.

“Hall Faxtius wins!”

As the sound of the reporters’ shutters and applause rang out.

Himan’s expression below the stage was extremely complicated.

She knew that things were not that simple.