With Baron Hawthorne still nowhere to be seen, boos had begun to fill the arena.
Those who had the leisure to come here were hardly the lowest of the low. Many had some standing, and some had even traveled here specially from elsewhere.
They had wanted to enjoy the spectacle, only for the main attraction not to show up. Now they were whistling and jeering.
"Why isn't Baron Hawthorne here yet?"
"What a coward!"
"Baron Link scared Baron Hawthorne into trembling!"
"Baron Hawthorne's crying for his mommy, hahaha!"
"How hilarious. He doesn't even dare show his face."
"If he's so timid, why did he hire people to go after Baron Link?"
"Baron Hawthorne is just like my grandmother, because she surrenders too."
"What the fuck, what rotten luck."
"A noble and a Grand Knight, yet such a coward."
"Aren't nobles supposed to value honor above their lives?"
"What honor does a coward have? Chicken!"
"The bards have a new story to tell-"
Apart from contempt for Baron Hawthorne, the rest was praise for Baron Link.
Cries of "brave," "powerful," "true to his word," and "just" rose one after another.
A quarter of an hour passed beyond the appointed time for the duel.
Lin Hao, who had been waiting in the arena with his eyes closed, opened them.
Then he gave a rather regretful sigh that carried throughout the arena.
"It seems Baron Hawthorne has not chosen honor. How regrettable. Thank you all for coming, and my apologies."
Lin Hao bowed courteously, earning even more praise.
He had subdued his opponent without fighting. No amount of praise would be excessive.
Lin Hao also spotted Sir Walker in the stands, applauding continuously to stir up the crowd. Walker suddenly jumped down and approached him. "Ah, no wonder you were unwilling to team