The Understated Dragon Lord
Chapter 647 Worse than a Dog

Chapter 647 Worse than a Dog

As Declan poured out his affection, the crowd was instantly whipped into excitement.

"Marry him, Beauty! Marry him!"

"Beauty, you and Declan are meant to be. You have to be together!"

"Say yes! Say yes!"

"An alliance between The Matthews and The Halls would be a celebration of two powerful families!"

As all eyes were on Beauty, awaiting her eager acceptance, Daniel stepped forward.

"What was that mess you played? That was supposed to be piano? Big Yellow from our village could do better by randomly pawing at the keyboard. How dare you propose with such a performance? Shame on you!"

Daniel's taunt struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the onlookers utterly astonished. Declan, previously brimming with confidence, now glared at Daniel with eyes burning with fury.

"Who exactly are you?" Declan demanded, his voice sharp as steel.

"Declan, you might want to get your ears checked along with your piano skills. Did you not catch what I said? Let me say it again: even Big Yellow from our village plays better than you!"

"Who is Big Yellow?"

Declan, it seemed his excellent piano

playing wasn't the only thing

lacking it was also his

comprehension. "Declan, how can you not understand? With a name like that, Big Yellow is a dog!"

Declan, already feeling the sting of humiliation, boiled over upon hearing Daniel confirm that Big Yellow was indeed a dog. It was a profound insult. A country bumpkin dared compare him to a dog?

"Do you understand the words coming out of your mouth? Daring to say I'm worse than a dog? Claiming I, Declan of The Halls, am inferior to a dog?"

"Declan, you really are worse than

Big Yellow: Not only do you lack piano skills compared to my dog-who also herds sheep, by the way but you don't even measure up to its other talents."

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Daniel's words sent Declan seething, grinding his molars in sheer rage, itching to tear Daniel apart.

"You're saying I'm worse than your village's Big Yellow, than a dog? Are you suggesting that you, a simpleton from the country, understand music, that you can play the piano?"

Declan, raised in a family of musicians and class, was not a man for fistfights, seeing them beneath him.

"Piano? I've learned a bit from Big Yellow, not enough to say I'm a master, but I can play. I'd wager my skills surpass yours."

Daniel, of course, didn't hesitate to challenge Declan!

"What's that? You really don't know your place, do you, country bumpkin? Daring to boast that you play better than me? Fine! I'll humbly accept your challenge."