NovelAppJasper's words left everyone feeling uneasy.
Their faces soured at his shameless behavior, an audacity they had never witnessed. Not only was he late, but
he also exuded an arrogant, self-important demeanor, making it difficult to stomach.
"Abundant talent and resources? That's a laughable claim. What notable figures does Glorian even boast?"
Willem scoffed, eyeing Jasper with disdain.
Jasper's face darkened at the remarks. "And who are you to question the strength of my nation?"
He went on, "Our nation's history is long, stretching back five thousand years. We were once a mighty
superpower with a vibrant culture that still shines today.
"Over the years, we've given birth to many heroes. Even the Dragonmarsh was once under our rule, a testament
to our strength."
Willem cut him off bluntly, "Your tall tales might impress your people, but they won't work on us.
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"Everyone knows the truth about Glorian. Your so-called cultural heritage is nothing but borrowed. Even your
prized spiced cole recipe is stolen from Dragonmarsh. What else can you possibly boast about?"
This remark elicited laughter from those present.
Glorian had gained quite a reputation for "stealing"—be it history, culture, or dignity, they seemed to take
anything within reach.
What was ironic was their push to claim the stolen goods as their own, even boldly promoting it for credibility.
As tpassed, their past misdeeds cto the surface. It even becthe butt of jokes in many nations.
Willem's accusation sparked Jasper's anger. "How dare you insult my country, you pale simian! | challenge you to
a duel!" He couldn't tolerate the affront to his homeland.
"Duel? Heh... I'm game." Willem's voice carried a dark undertone, his crimson eyes gleaming.
"Stop this nonsense! We're allies. No need for violence over trivial matters!" Bailey promptly interjected.
Though irked by Jasper's outburst, Bailey intervened to prevent the situation from escalating into a physical
confrontation.
The idea of dueling with someone as notorious as Blood Devil Willem seemed utterly absurd to Bailey.
"Mr. Bailey, this isn't trivial. It's about my country's dignity!" Jasper's tone was resolute.
He added, "Outsiders shouldn't undermine the reputation of our nation. This pale simian insulted us,
and he must be held accountable!"
Wilhem remained composed, casually sipping his red wine in response to Jasper's strong words. "Mr. Jasper, do
you understand who you're confronting?" Bailey arched his brow.
"Whoever this pale simian is, | couldn't care less. He either apologizes or fights withtoday. There's no other
way!" Jasper stated firmly.
As one of Glorian's top three warriors, Jasper was nearly unbeatable in his nation. Even the ruler held him in high
regard. With his strength, dealing with a frail pale simian like Willem appeared effortless.
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"Mr. Bailey, here's an opportunity to witness something remarkable. How about letting Mr. Park and Mr. Willem
have a duel? It could be enlightening for all," Vanzan suggested with a smile.
"Yes! I'm also quite curious about Mr. Jasper's skills from Glorian," Noir chimed in.
Shyvan stayed quiet but nodded in consent.
It was evident that the three elite assassins from Eskus desired the spectacle.
"Mr. Jasper, letask you again: Are you truly set on challenging Willem?" Bailey asked seriously.
"Of course! | want him to pay for his disrespectful actions!" Jasper declared with determination.
"Alright then! You two will settle this like warriors through a duel. Let your skills determine the outcome!" Bailey
relented, accepting the duel.
With his golden spear raised high, Jasper strode confidently into the courtyard, fixing his gaze on Willem.
"Pale simian! Today, | will make you acknowledge defeat!" he declared, his voice echoing through the open
space. "Draw your weapon!"
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