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The noisy and boiling crowd still did not stop, and the previous army of heroic knights also came, but they also stood on the shore and stared dryly, looking at each other and talking.

On the deck, however, there was a strange silence.

The sailors, led by Santiago, pricked up their ears and carefully looked at Senna, who was almost crazy, and every word that Senna said was deeply imprinted in their hearts and set off a lot of waves.

Feelings, or feelings, permeated the sailors, who did not sympathize with Senna, but who were genuine, and felt an indescribable pity for him.

There is a kind of person in this world, they met by chance, they should have been a hurried passerby, but they invisibly changed each other's lives.

This kind of person has a special name called, rival.

More than ten years ago, when Senna was still a high-spirited teenager, he inherited his adoptive father's baronial title, and guarded the empty castle manor alone, and even the servants did not want to accompany him and left one after another.

He didn't feel sad, because he was used to being alone.

And, there was something that brought him joy like never before.

Every morning at five o'clock in the morning, he wakes up to the sound of roosters in the village, makes himself a simple breakfast, and starts his day.

He had a wonderful English thoroughbred horse at home, his best friend, and he loved to ride it around the country roads, facing the white belly of the orient, and practicing his riding skills seriously.

When the farmer who got up early to take care of his crops saw him, he would say in a friendly way, "Oh, little John is here again." ”

And he usually returns a heartfelt smile, and then gallops across the vast grassland, indulging in joy.

By the age of fourteen, he had mastered horsemanship and shooting, outpaced all the nobles of Ramsey Town, and had the potential to become a Radiant Royal Knight, for which he received applause and admiration.

The glory earned by hard work and sweat makes him confidently raise the corners of his mouth wherever he goes.

At the age of seventeen, his name, John Cena, was circulating throughout Southampton.

The Grand Duke personally received him, considered him a once-in-a-century genius, and announced in front of the whole town that he had been appointed to represent Southampton in the annual Noble Knight Tournament.

It was a significant event, and the participants were limited to the nobility, and if they won the championship, they would enter an organization that symbolized endless honor, the Glorious Royal Knights of England, and hold a key position, which many knights could only dream of.

In the eyes of the English people of the time, this honor was even more glorious than becoming a Grand Duke.

In Senna's mind, it was the only thing to be cherished, and he was willing to give his all, including his life, for it. In his life, there is only one thing that can make him respected and no longer lonely.

After months of hard training, and with the town's farewell, he set out on a journey to London, where he made a small vow that he would never return without winning the championship.

No one questioned him, the people in the town trusted him 100%, and those so-called noble children grew up with a golden spoon in their mouths since they were children, pampered, and very few people would be willing to temper themselves to become real knights.

Straddled the thoroughbred, facing the rising sun, gradually drifting away on the grassland, leaving this land where he spent his youth, this place that had given him countless applause and happiness, was the attachment in his heart.

This time, I said goodbye, but it was goodbye.

Two days later, we arrived in London.

The king was present to watch the game, along with all the dignitaries and all the royal family, including a pretty girl, the king's tenth youngest daughter.

At first sight, Senna fell in love with her, and he knew that after winning the championship, he would have a chance to take the princess, although the opportunity was very small, and he had to make outstanding achievements.

But, as long as there's a little hope, we'll have to try, don't we, hehe.

Round after round passed, and with each opponent he defeated, he would turn his head to look at the stands, where his beloved little princess was smiling like a flower, which made him more energetic.

In this way, all the unlucky guys who matched him were defeated miserably, lost face in front of the royal family, and left the scene with a curse.

His wonderful performance not only aroused the applause of the spectators, but also attracted the talented king, who nodded approvingly and smiled comfortingly at the minister beside him: "It seems that the Glorious Legion is going to add another ruthless character." ”

The minister replied: "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that Brad has not yet appeared. ”

Hearing this, the king frowned.

At this time, Senna knocked down another opponent, and when she turned to look at the little princess, she saw that the sweet smile faded from her pretty face, and was replaced by deep worry.

Straddled on his horse, Senna flicked his saber in confusion.

At this time, an unprecedented rush suddenly erupted on the sidelines, and people waved their arms and excitedly shouted a name, Brad.

The last game, against Brad.

At that time, Brad was just eighteen years old, but his reputation could not be louder, as the eldest son of Duke MacDonald, Brad seemed to be shrouded by Lady Luck, a collection of thousands of talents, coupled with a handsome face, naturally became the Prince Charming in the hearts of countless girls.

In this aristocratic knight competition, Brad was directly "escorted" to the finals.

Senna wasn't much of an interest, as a win over the seemingly decent opponent in front of him would have him be the perfect winner to win glory for his hometown of Southampton.

Earn honor for your hometown...... It may not seem like a big deal to the average person, but in the hearts of some people, it is glorious and sacred.

[Just like the previous NBA Finals, the little emperor LeBron James fought bloodily until the last moment, and finally fulfilled his promise that year and brought back the championship trophy for his hometown. 】

Senna not only wanted this honor, but also wanted to join the Glorious Legion, to become the best knightly officer, to gallop the battlefield for national merit, and to be promoted to the rank of knight to marry the princess.

These are his visions, all he wants.

It's a pity that he is still a little worse.

The result of the game is already known to everyone, he lost to Brad, riding, fighting, shooting and other events, he lost all of them.

Brad was once again admired and applauded, and in this moment, Senna lost everything. (To be continued.) )