Devil's Bible

Chapter 150 Duel
Three days later, after all the interrogation procedures were completed and he walked out of the solitary confinement cell, Daros still couldn't believe that Nems had let him go so easily.

The deal proposed by Nemes was not complicated in itself, meaning that he would not be investigated in depth. He could even defend himself by saying that he had misjudged the weather and thus be acquitted.

The condition for all of this is simple: afterwards, Dartmenley needs to produce the materials related to the experiment from back then.

For example, the remains of Nair's parents, and related research records, etc.

Although Nair reported the incident, the Dartmenley family's research was halted and related materials were confiscated.

However, considering that Dartmenley persisted in Gas Spring City for several years before retreating to Tailwood Town, it is likely that the Dartmenley family still kept some things for themselves.

That's exactly what Nemes wanted.

To be honest, this information is already outdated.

These research materials can be backed up at any time.

While it has value, it's not particularly high, at least not comparable to the release of a Steel-type paladin like Daros.

So for the time being, Daros didn't know what Nems was up to.

To Daros's surprise, his family did not send anyone to pick him up.

Even though he was still loyal to his family, Daros couldn't help but feel resentful at this moment.

In his view, the plan failed this time, and he was indeed at fault, but he could not shirk the responsibility for the family's negligence.

It's unlikely that he came out alone and had no one to connect with, so he had to call a church carriage to take him back.

On the way back, however, the coachman looked at him very strangely.

Before Daros could think further, he saw the manor, which looked somewhat dilapidated no matter how much the surrounding workers and servants tried to repair it.

Slightly startled, Daros quickly entered the manor and saw the lawn that had been almost turned upside down, the main house under the repair shed with half of its roof cut off, and the interior decoration that was almost completely destroyed.

It was only at this time that someone discovered Daros.

"Lord Daros, what brings you out?" The servant asked in surprise, as if he were completely unaware that he had been released from confinement.

Daros, disregarding everything else, immediately asked what had happened.

It was only then that they learned that on the very night he was imprisoned, Nemes had visited the Dartmenley family estate.

Daros hurriedly entered the manor to meet the patriarch, Dartmenley.

Upon entering the side hall that was temporarily serving as the main house, they discovered that most of the family members were already there.

The head of the family, Dartmenley, was half-reclining in a chair, his body bearing the marks of medical treatment.

He didn't look well at all; he must have just been seriously injured.

When Datmenley saw Daros return, he didn't seem particularly surprised; instead, his expression turned extremely grim.

Ignoring Daros, Datmenley held a cane in his hand, constantly twirling it. In a sudden moment, he crushed the steel cane head, his long-suppressed anger erupting.

"Waste! They are all waste!!"

The angry roar made all the family members around lower their heads even further.

Raising his hand, Datmenley looked at the fragments of the cane that had been violently crushed and pierced his flesh, and the image of that blood-red sword flashed through his mind.

What they wanted to hide beneath their anger was fear.

The fear that had haunted him for three days since that night had begun.

His thoughts raced, and he seemed to return to that night. Nemus arrived at the manor, accompanied by several paladins and priests, mostly of the Iron race.

He had assumed that Nems intended to use Daros as leverage in the negotiations.

While he was still debating whether to forcefully protect Daros, Nemus slammed a pair of white gloves directly into his face.

Datmenley was stunned at that moment, so much so that he didn't realize what had happened for a while, and then he felt angry after being humiliated.

Among nobles, throwing a white glove at someone else signifies initiating a duel with one's honor at stake.

The paladins and priests who accompanied him were the witnesses to this duel.

Datmenley could choose to refuse, but if the matter occurred between equals, the one who refused would lose all their honor and could even implicate their family.

Of course, Dartmanley also realized that this was a golden opportunity.

A duel is a fight to the death.

If I can defeat Nemus, and then, as the victor, make him lose the Grand Knight, that would be acceptable too.

Then Dartmenley drew his sword.

He is the head of the noble Dartmanley family, and even received the teachings of the Golden Seeds from a young age.

Neil was nothing more than an experiment. The Dartmanley family's upbringing he received from childhood was flawed and incomplete.

He is of the Iron type, with a stat of 92, and possesses the noble Holy Path traits of Dartmenti, as well as other powerful traits. He also masters many of his family's secret techniques.

Even if Neil is a genius and has abundant resources, he can only raise his stats to a maximum of fifty-something in the past six months. He has a numerical advantage over Neil.

As the head of a noble family, he possessed the family's secret treasures, and in addition, all his weapons and equipment were of the finest quality.
We will win this battle.

Only now did Dartmenley begin to seriously observe Nems.

Since Nemes arrived in Tailtown, this seemed to be the first time Dartmanley had observed him up close, observing this former descendant of the family.

At this moment, Nemus was tall and dressed in a white and black robe, which was bound tightly with several straps.

Perhaps because he had awakened part of his saintly essence, his originally dark brown hair now had a touch of gold under the lamplight.

Some thin black ropes were woven into decorations and hung on various parts of the clothes, with a book clipped to the right waist.

On the left is a longsword that has not yet been drawn.

Their slightly off-center footwork and angled attacking stance created an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Dartmanley had to admit that the other person had an exceptionally good physique, which was precisely the advantage of the Dartmanley family bloodline.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Datmenley reached out and took the Holy Path Sword handed to him by a squire not far away.

Although it is only a replica of the sword used by the founding saint of the family, it is also the main weapon used by the family's golden seed, and a complete sacred text is engraved on it.

"Make your move, Nair. Let me, the head of the family, teach you a lesson about what Dartmentie is and what family honor is!"

After Dartmanley said that, Nems's lips curled up slightly, as if he had foreseen something interesting.

Then Nemus slowly drew his longsword from his waist, neither launching a preemptive attack nor resorting to a sneak attack.

He simply held it upright, aimed it at Datmenley, and then swung the sword!

(End of this chapter)