"Have you heard?"

In the corner of the Tavern of Tomorrow, a group of residents of Twilight Town gather to discuss a recent event in the Papal States.

"Thirty-three students of the Royal Academy were burned at the stake by the Inquisition just a week ago......," said a man dressed as a merchant, recounting what he had seen, "and they were convicted of spreading heresy." On the day of the execution, not only were the royal families of several surrounding countries invited to watch, but the church also deliberately changed the stake to burn in order to strengthen the deterrent effect, and the students were roasted by the fire for an hour before finally dying......"

"Oh my God!

"It's a terrible ......"

Someone added: "I have heard that many of the students who were burned to death this time were children of nobles. The secular royal family is in trouble with the church over this?"

When the narrator heard this, he sighed deeply: "In the end, it wasn't the church that had the upper hand, and the thirty-three students were burned to death at a young age, after all, it wasn't because the church was too powerful......

Before the words fell, someone in the crowd hurriedly reminded: "Pay attention to words, pay attention to words! Twilight Town is the territory of the Church, and the Knights here are also the army of the Church, not to mention that the Holy Son is a saint in the official documents of the Church. ”

At the mention of Todd, everyone fell silent. People here can criticize the Church's practices, but there will be no one who will criticize the Son. Everyone understands that in such a chaotic world, the town of Twilight can be established as a gospel place, and whose credit is it.

"A bunch of cowards!"

A gentle but firm voice rang out in the tavern.

The astonished crowd followed the sound and saw a knight in women's regular clothes sitting at the table in the back, his delicate and beautiful face full of sorrow and resentment. Judging by the empty wine bottle on the table, and the knight's flushed face, she had been drinking alone there for a long time, perhaps drunk.

"It's Lord Dion of the Tribunal......," someone recognized the knight's identity, lowered his voice, and said, "I heard that one of the people who was burned to death this time was his brother, and many of them were his good friends when he was a student. ”

Hearing such a tragedy, the people also took three points of understanding and seven points of sympathy for Dion's outrageous words, and everyone turned their heads, trying not to pay attention to the beautiful knight, but to lead the conversation to something else.

However, Dion, who had already drunk to the point of seven, pushed away the bottle in front of him, stumbled to his feet, and his cheeks were as drunk as the first peach blossoms, and he once again said loudly: "Cover up your ignorance and fear with tyranny and ruthlessness! The supreme church is nothing but a group of thugs who hide in the shadows and only know how to kill the weak!"

No one dared to say such a thing in Twilight Town.

Dion pointed his finger at everyone in the tavern, his face full of disdain: "Look at you, for the sake of wealth and comfort, don't you dare to speak out openly, but only hide and whisper, aren't you cowards?"

Hearing this, more and more people couldn't bear it anymore and loudly refuted such views.

Listening to the words of the crowd, Dion laughed: "Because the land under your feet belongs to the Church, because the Supreme Son is authorized by the Pope, so you are afraid that you will lose everything if you resist? Listen, why does the Church have no fear? It is because of cowards like you, it is because of the support of the Holy Son!"

The argument in the tavern grew louder and louder, and the crowd was in high spirits, and if it weren't for the fact that Dion might be a woman and an arbiter in Twilight, it would probably have turned into a brawl by now.

Eventually, Wilder, who used to be a Knight of the Guard at Fort Watch and is now a defense officer of the Order of the Twilight, pushed through the crowd and stood up: "Knight Dion, watch your words. If you must accuse us of refusing to speak up for justice because of the protection of the church, I am speechless. But if you want to blame the head of the Grand Master for this account, then I will have to defend the honor of the Order with the sword in my hand!"

"Duel?" Dion stood up straight, his petite figure exuded a huge aura unexpectedly: "It's exactly what I want, I can explain things clearly with a sword, and the conversation is undoubtedly just a waste of time!"

The tavern owner seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing, and the tables and chairs were moved to the corners, the clutter was cleared, and a huge clearing was vacated in the center of the tavern.

"Bet, bet!" The duel handicap was quickly erected, and the empty boxes containing the bets were soon piled up with coins, and although Twilight Town explicitly forbade gambling, it did not care about duel betting.

The good deeds soon brought the news of the duel out of the tavern and spread throughout the small half of Dusk Town, and more and more people gathered at the tavern, gradually clogging the entire shopping street.

When everything was ready, the duel officially began after the sound of the iron plate pounding. Dion chose the thin stabbing sword he was good at, while Knight Wilder used the standard sword-shield combination.

The tavern was lit with twice as many candles as usual, and onlookers shouted loud enough to tear down the roofs, and the audience waved their fists and slammed the tables and walls with everything they could find.

Wilder raised his shield and approached Dion in small steps, watching as he lowered his hands to the ground as if he didn't care. As his anger grew, he took a step and slammed his shield into his opponent.

This blow evolved from the battle, there are no bells and whistles, and it is completely the standard attack stance of combat. To everyone's surprise, the blow missed.

The knight Dion is petite and short, and these disadvantages in battle are turned into advantages by him.

From the side of the shield and under the blade of the sword, Dion could always find a gap suitable for his size, dodging every attack of Wilder, and a stabbing sword sealed all possible movements, forcing the opponent to move around in a very small circle.

Wilder had fought countless battles with the barbarians at the Watchgate, and had experienced many storms and waves, but tonight's duel was his most humiliating battle. The knight on the opposite side who looked even more beautiful than an ordinary woman, whether it was action or swordsmanship, was simply a model of martial arts textbooks. The most important thing is that he can clearly feel that the other party has not used his real strength at all when he has fought so far, and he is completely treating this duel with a slapstick attitude!

"Hell, don't fight! Don't fight!" Wilder, who lost confidence more and more, screamed, threw away the sword and shield in his hand, and sat down on the ground with self-abandonment.

The volatilization of alcohol, coupled with strenuous exercise, made Dieng's forehead have fine beads of sweat. He put away his bayonet sword, looked down at Wilder, raised his chin and said, "I won." ”

Then he looked around at the audience and raised his head: "You men who always talk about force all day long, who else wants to taste defeat?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the big men were not happy.

Sergeants, soldiers, alien warriors, and some people who were confident in their martial arts came forward and demanded a battle with Dion to defend the dignity of men.

looked at the black crowd in front of him.

Dion lifted his bayonet sword, walked to the door of the tavern with a smile, and stimulated the nerves of these challengers with disdainful eyes and provocative gestures: "It's too troublesome to fight one by one, ten or twenty, you can go together!"

The onlookers were silent when they heard Dion's words.

Is this person crazy?! One person has to challenge dozens of people?!

Drawing his sword in the air, Dieng said again, "Didn't you hear what I said?

The challengers were outraged, weapons of all sorts were distributed to everyone, and the battlefield shifted from taverns to shopping streets.

The cold moonlight, the bustling crowd, hundreds of people gathered on this commercial street. A swordsman dressed in white women's civilian clothes, carrying the corner of his skirt in one hand and a sword in the other. Opposite him stood twenty-nine opponents, with spears, swords, and axes.

Dion slowly raised his bayonet sword and pointed it to the sky, his voice ethereal: "Let's get started." ”

The eyes of the onlookers flickered, and a white shadow, accompanied by the light of the sword, fought with the challenger under the moonlight.

It is hard to imagine that an eighty-centimeter sword body can accomplish so many movements, stabbing, picking, splitting, and returning, and the landing point of each attack happens to fall on the enemy's weak point, eyes, throat, and wrists, and more and more challengers lose their combat effectiveness and withdraw from the battle.

"Is he a man or a woman?" asked one resident, looking at the wonderful battle in the street.

Someone answered his question: "Does it matter if he is a man or a woman? I only know that his swordsmanship is enough to be called a 'Sword Master'!"

In the blink of an eye, twenty-nine opponents were defeated by Dion's sword. The knight in women's clothing, gasping for breath and sweating on his head, but his face was filled with joy and excitement.

Dion raised his sword above his head, and a breeze blew through it, spilling the triumphant proclamation into a sea of jubilant people.

Someone sniffed vigorously and asked his companion next to him, "Do you smell a very fragrant smell?"

His companion did not answer the question, but looked at Dion's graceful and beautiful figure in fascination, and muttered, "I think I'm in love with this knight......"

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The next morning, Alfonso counted the supplies and weapons at the headquarters of the Order, listened to the discussion of yesterday's duel, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What about Wilder? He should be here now, handing over the defense work with me, but what about the others?"

A subordinate replied: "Lord Alfonso, the defense officer has not yet reported to the headquarters today, and someone has seen him at the door of the arbitration tribunal. ”

"If the tribunal doesn't come to work in the headquarters, why is he going there?" Alfonso put down the list in his hand, looking puzzled.

"My lord, my lord, Oh no, something happened!"

Alfonso frowned as he looked at one of the soldiers, shouting and stumbling over.

The soldier pointed to the door and said breathlessly, "There are more than 200 people gathered outside the 'Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal', no matter how much they disperse, it is useless!"

Alfonso was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?!Is it because the arbitration is unfair?"

The soldier shook his head, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start, and finally said something after holding back for a long time.

"Those people seem to have gone to woo Lord Dion......