Marquis Li Xia'er gritted his teeth, glaring at Anning: "A commoner like you, getting killed on my land is still getting killed! At most, I'd just have to apologize to the Lord of Caen for killing one of his serfs!"
Anning: "First of all, my family are leatherworkers in the city and are no longer serfs, and secondly, times have changed. Even if you're a serf, you can't just kill at will anymore."
Marquis Li Xia'er sneered: "You're dreaming! Deluded by Rousseau's fallacies! France will always be the France of His Majesty the King. A bunch of mud-rakers, do you really think you can take over the country?"
Anning turned to look at Duke Tolleson.
