"What's wrong, my dear niece, you can't even refuse such a small request like mine, right?"
When he said this, Jailos' fingers gently brushed his brooch intentionally or unintentionally, as if to remind Catalina of his identity as a member of the family.
To be fair, this is not an excessive request. The wine stored in the cellar is used to entertain guests. It is not a problem for members of the family to drink it, not to mention that the other party is his uncle.
"Of course it's no problem. Lawn, please arrange for someone to go to the wine cellar to pick a barrel of whiskey for Uncle Jaros." Catalina ordered.
"Only one bucket?" Jaros's eyebrows twisted, not hiding the dissatisfaction in his expression.
"There is not much inventory in the wine cellar, and this is all I can make the decision. If you really need it, you can go to my father to discuss it."
"Forget it, just one bucket." Jaros waved his hand and said disdainfully, "Who said I'm not the eldest son? Maybe this is my fate."
"Please don't say such things, Uncle Jaros." Catalina pointedly pointed out, "We are a family, no matter the eldest son or the second son, everyone has his own place. Only when we perform our duties can the family Prosperity, isn’t it?”
Upon hearing these words, Jaros's expression changed as he was about to leave. He suddenly stopped, turned his neck and said sarcastically:
"And what is your position, Catalina, your brother's stepping stone?"
"Mr. Jellos..." Lawn in the distance whispered.
However, Jaros was unmoved and turned his whole body around, his lips gushing as if he had pulled a trigger:
"Don't you think that Brandon made you a knight just to let you realize your fairy tale dream? He married you to the little prince, but the benefits he got in the end belonged to Roderick - you know, Catali Na, you are just a commodity, a commodity that he sold for a good price."
"And that little red pony of yours, haha—Brandon must not have told you how he got into the wheelchair, right?"
"Mr. Geralds, please watch your words!" Lawn couldn't hold it in any longer, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and shouted in a low voice.
The old butler's movements were as fast as lightning and meteors, and he was close to Jaros in an instant. Even Katarina can't compare with her thunderous and powerful explosive power.
"Do it, Lawn, kill me here—"
After struggling for a few times to no avail, Jaros held Laoun's cheek and sneered, his eyes wide open as if blood was flowing:
"You don't have the guts to do this, do you? Then release your claws quickly."
Don't, Lawn, don't let your anger get the best of you. Katarina shouted in her heart.
After the two were silent and stalemate for a while, Raun finally put down his right hand that was shaking with anger, let go of Jaros's collar, and took two steps back.
"Haha, I knew it, Lawn - you're just a dog after all, an Oakland family dog."
Jaros stood back up like a winner, pointed his index finger at Raun's nose, and swore boldly:
"In the name of the son of Herbert, the head of the Oakland family, I command you to kneel down and apologize to me."
"enough!"
Catalina couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted her uncle's aggressive speech:
"Mr. Jaros Auckland, I, Catalina Auckland, challenge you to a duel. If you lose, please apologize to Mr. Lawn Collis for your words and deeds." She said every word.
When she said this, she saw her face sinking as she took off her left glove and threw it in Jaros's face. As long as the opponent takes the glove, it means that he is willing to accept the duel.
"duel?"
Geros was stunned by the sudden gloves. He first glanced at the gloves on the ground, and then looked at Catalina with interest:
"Of course, no problem, niece. But I only accept a life-and-death duel. Only one of us can stand here alive. Either you or me. How about it, do you dare to accept it?"
Duel to the death...
Catalina's resolute eyes suddenly showed a bit of hesitation. She was not afraid of being killed by Jaros. Judging from the uncle's current performance, unless he was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, he would never be her opponent.
However, no matter whether she wins or loses, this is an unacceptable price for her——
In Elysion culture, parricide is a serious crime comparable to incest and adultery. Regardless of the motive, any parricide will be despised by the world. Therefore, even if the king sentenced relatives who participated in the rebellion, he usually only replaced the death penalty with exile.
Once she kills Jaros publicly, it almost represents death on a social level. No knight will be willing to canonize her, no priest will listen to her oath, and no audience will praise and applaud her story...
But, but——
Her nails were almost digging into her flesh.
"Miss Catalina, you don't have to stoop to do such a thing for me."
Just before Catalina was about to speak, Lawn once again protected her and knelt down on one knee in the direction of Jaros:
"I apologize for my impulsiveness. I'm sorry that I made the wrong move, Lord Jaros."
"Oh, it doesn't matter...Lawn, everyone makes mistakes sometimes."
Jaros waved his hand magnanimously, raised his front foot and stepped on the glove that Catalina threw on the ground:
"Is that it? Catalina, let your servant pay for you? I finally know why Brandon plans to make your brother his heir. He does have more balls than you."
When he said this, he deliberately emphasized the last word.
"In that case, see you later, niece."
Jaros tossed his robe unscrupulously, turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor at the door.
