Because of the previous meeting with the Legionnaire, Lawson Woodman could not calm down, so he did not pay attention to the environment on the big ship, until he landed on the deck, he realized that Maureen and Barron did not belong to the circle in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, a young and sharp voice began to mock: "It turns out that you have been waiting for a long time to wait for these two country boys?"

Lawson glanced at the aristocratic young man who spoke sarcastically, and was quite disdainful in his heart. In his eyes, Morin is the heir of the elder of the legion, and his identity is far behind others, and his talent is rare, how can he be compared to the child in front of him? But he was not in a hurry to take the two teenagers elsewhere, but stood aside and watched the changes, wanting to see how Morin and Barron coped with the current situation, after all, the talent and strength of the two teenagers should not be inferior to anyone.

In fact, strictly speaking, Morin is the son of Baron Pike, and he is indeed in the aristocratic circle of the Duchy of Lothar, if he wears aristocratic clothing, even if he comes from a small town like Harry Harbor, even if others don't look down on him, at least he won't say anything mocking. But for the sake of testing and for the convenience of activities, Morin wore a black plain clothes, and there was no heraldic mark of the Calland family on the clothes, which looked ordinary, plus a rugged Barron on the side, so it was normal to mistake Morin for a country commoner.

But before he could gain a firm foothold, he was sneered at by others, and the young Mo Lin was inevitably a little angry in his heart.

He followed the sound and saw that it was a tall, thin young man who spoke.

When he was in Harry Harbor, his playmates were all children of civilian families, and his best friend Barron was also from Qadir, where did he have such identity discrimination. Papa Pike never took him to the big city, and he never attended the social events of the aristocracy. He originally thought that the aristocracy discriminated against commoners was only in story books, and it happened to him when he didn't want to go out, and he suddenly felt disgusted in his heart.

And Barron, the fiery temperament of the Kadir people, listened to a burst of laughter, where could he bear it, stepped forward and shouted: "How can you speak, you have the ability to fight!"

Hearing this, Morin couldn't help but have a headache, and sure enough, before Barron could finish speaking, a group of young men and girls in front of him burst into louder bursts of laughter, attracting the attention of many people near the deck.

Because in the eyes of the aristocracy, it is completely reckless to fight and kill at every turn.

"I'm going to have to talk to Barron more about our culture and practices in the future. Merlin thought as he forcibly pulled Barron, whose face was already blue and red, behind him, and he looked at the tall and thin boy who was making mocking remarks, recalling a book he had read called "The Noble Factions of the Duchy of Lothar".

The family emblem embroidered on the gorgeous costume, the red background indicates that the knight is knighted for military exploits, the griffin wings below represent the Duchy of Lothar, the mountain pattern on the left indicates that the fief is in the west, the two short swords on the right represent the viscount, and then look at the figure in the middle should be a wolf's head, which is the Lambert family recorded in the book.

Figuring out the origin of the other party, Mo Lin still did not relax, what really made him vigilant was not the tall and thin boy in front of him, but a calm young man in the crowd - when others laughed, he only slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, and his temperament was exceptionally mature and outstanding. The boy was about the same height as Morin, with black hair and black eyes, calm and peaceful, but it made Morin feel quite uncomfortable.

But he had to do something, after all, the young man's mind was still very competitive.

So Morin cleared his throat, and his immature voice was a little disdainful, and he said softly: "It turns out that the old man of the Lambert family is like this, maybe it's time for their lords to see it clearly." ”

There was a thorn in his words, ridiculing the young man in front of him for not having an aristocratic upbringing, and he also mocked it along with his elders. In Todel's human state, although the nobles would exclude the commoners when they got together, when they were fiefdoms, they really had little control over their own subjects, which was one of the necessary qualities.

The aristocratic teenagers fell silent.

Not because of some far-fetched ridicule from Maureen, but because he uttered the name of the Lambert family.

Even their group was introduced to each other after boarding the ship in different ports, and this commoner-like teenager in front of him actually called out the origin of a nobleman?

What the hell is this civilian?

The tall and thin young man was stunned and stammered, "You...... Who are you?"

Merlin did not answer him, but continued: "In the cold winter of the Year of the Flint Years, when Captain Pete Lambert led his troops to desperately resist the attack of the dead in Horn Valley, he must have not expected that his descendants would despise his origins so much, it is really embarrassing. ”

Saying that, Morin had a disappointed expression and sighed deeply.

If the tall and thin boy was just stunned before, now he has a ghostly expression, and he is even thinking, isn't this young man in front of him the illegitimate son of his father?

In the Year of the Flint Stone, it was the end of the Third Age, almost a thousand years ago, Pete Lambert was the first patriarch of the Lambert family, in fact, it was because of the battle in Kakutani that Pete, who was born as a commoner, was awarded the title of Viscount. The tall and thin boy knew the initial history of his family, but the question was, how did the blue-eyed, black-clothed and black-haired young man in front of him know?

Wow - the noble boys began to whisper, before saying the name of the Lambert family, you can also judge by the family emblem, if you know the nobility faction of the principality very well. But in the latter paragraph, although they don't know what year the flint year is, it is talking about the ancestors of the Lambert family, and it was a long time ago. And the ghostly expression of the tall and thin young man was obviously unbiased, could it be that the seemingly innocent young man in front of him was actually a genius scholar specializing in the study of history?

Because of the importance of knowledge, scholars are a very respected profession, like the rites of order, and it was the scholars and mages of ancient Issan who brought prosperity to this world.

The aristocratic boys looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts, looking for if anyone knew this teenager, at this time they already doubted his identity as a commoner, although knowledge was open to commoners, but how could a commoner so young know so many things. Even their attendants looked at Merlin a little differently.

Although Barron didn't understand what Morin meant, it was both family and year, but seeing the expression of the tall and thin young man, his heart was also relieved. His brother is really good at talking, he usually can't fight him, and he doesn't seem to need to be so depressed, but fortunately, our fighting skills are very good, and it will not damage the honor of the Kadir people, thinking of Barron, he patted Morin on the shoulder heavily to show encouragement.

Seeing that his two words calmed the scene, the corners of Mo Lin's mouth curled slightly, and he couldn't help but think a little proudly, hum, what the hell, right?

But at this moment, Morin felt a pang of discomfort again.

He looked up and found that the dark-eyed boy with outstanding temperament was looking at him with a playful expression. To his surprise, there was a man standing next to the young man, a man wearing heavy armor, a helmet and a face guard. The man's whole body was under the dark armor, not a single corner of his clothes or skin was exposed, and the whole person did not move at all, even giving people the illusion that he was just a deputy armor.

And two sharp gazes were staring at him from the gap in the face.

Mo Lin was taken aback, the other nobles only brought an entourage to serve the living at most, and the black-eyed young man actually brought a heavily armored warrior, what was the origin?

Just as he was thinking about changing angles to see what the black-eyed boy was wearing, whether he could find the family coat of arms or something, the encouraging palm of the Kadir boy slapped on his shoulder.

There was a strong coming, and Merlin knew what was happening, and he was speechless for a while, and forcibly supported his body, and took the blow hard. Fortunately, according to what he knew about Barron, he had been prepared for a long time, and he was used to taking such a beating from time to time, otherwise he might be photographed directly to the ground, and in that case, the face he had just recovered would be lost again.

But after this moment, he didn't have the heart to move around to observe.

Seeing Morin's performance, while Luo Sen on the side was satisfied, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, "With such profound knowledge and patience in studying books, it's a pity that you can't use magic cards, alas, ......" He sighed in his heart.

The sun is still a little westward, and the sparkling sea breeze is blowing, and the air is cooling. The big ship has been anchored, and the huge hull moves to create the illusion of slowness, but in fact it is moving at a rapid pace.

And this little clash on the deck is far from over.

Seeing that the tall and thin boy was obviously unable to say anything, a sturdy blonde boy took the initiative to stand up. After all, in the face of the two commoners who were ridiculed before, the aristocratic teenagers are considered a circle, and at this time, they are both glorious and humiliated.

The sturdy blonde boy took a wooden big sword from the squire's hand, held it with both hands and waved it, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground in front of him, and he didn't change out of his aristocratic clothes, and said directly: "Since you came to participate in the test, you must have practiced your body, so it's better to compare it." The language he uses here is much more secure, and it doesn't give the impression of a casual fight.

Morin had shown his knowledge, and the blonde boy wanted to win the fight for the noble boys. Don't look at the wooden sword he uses, but the weight of the sunken wood is close to that of an ordinary iron longsword, and he has been training with the knights of the family since he was a child, and he still has some confidence in fighting.

Merlin looked at the blonde boy and the wooden sword in his hand, and had already made up his mind.

Although Maureen has always refused to compete with Barron (and was beaten by Barron), who is he? He is Maureen Callander, who has been in the clutches of his grandfather since he was four years old, and crucially, miraculously survives to this day. And how could he not like to fight?

But he did not take off the short sword on his back in a hurry, but said, "Since you want to fight, you have to come up with something," a hint of cunning flashed in his dark blue eyes, and this moment was like Baron Pike, and continued: "What are you betting on, son of Norman Ackermann, and your own honor?" Norman Ackerman was the most powerful count in the principality, and Morin had just heard his father mention the name.

The aristocratic teenagers exploded their nests again and began to discuss:

"Sure enough, he can recognize the coat of arms of the nobles......" said a soft girlish voice.

"Just kidding, he knows the name of Count Ackerman, and he is certainly not a commoner......," some of the teenagers affirmed.

"Is he crazy, doesn't want to think about his identity?" shouted more voices.

The blonde boy was also angry, his face turned red, and he was extremely annoyed.

At this time, he has not yet become a student, and his identity is naturally divided by nobles and commoners, and the gap between this is still very wide, and it is no longer glorious for him to fight with a commoner as a nobleman, but now this commoner actually wants to bet? That is a formal contest between nobles. "If you're a nobleman, what's that point to yourself?" thought the blonde boy angrily.

But he didn't lose his mind and gambled with his honor.

The blonde boy stared at Mo Lin fiercely with a big sword, while Mo Lin stood leisurely, looking at the blonde boy without fear, and the scene froze for a while.

The battle even caught the attention of several examiners on the deck, after all, the other children were testing their strength, and here they directly pulled out their weapons, although they were only wooden weapons for training.

In fact, this group of aristocratic teenagers is originally talented, because of the bloodline inheritance, the potential teenagers in the aristocratic group are not less than those in the civilian group, plus the training conditions are good since childhood, but I don't think there is any problem with using weapons to compare.

"Just use this as your bet. The deadlock was broken by a voice that was very old-fashioned, belonging to the dark-eyed boy with the heavily armored warrior who had caught Merlin's attention.

He was holding a white card in his hand—not a magician crystal card that had been slightly carved to store mana, but a magic card with a golden border.

Mo Lin couldn't help but take a breath, this was too extravagant. Looking at the pattern carving on the back, it was a second-order magic card, worth at least one hundred gold coins, which was equivalent to the daily expenses of an ordinary family for a whole year, but it was taken out casually like this as a bet for two teenagers to fight. Magic cards of Tier 0 to 2 are all white, depending on the material used on the card's body.

And what surprised Mo Lin even more was that the black-eyed young man opened his mouth to speak, and the aristocratic men and women who had been talking about it immediately quieted down, and when they saw the black-eyed young man take out other people's bets, no one felt that there was anything wrong, but they all looked like they should be.

Mo Lin's heart tightened, this black-eyed young man was so bold and generous, and he obviously had a very high status among that group of noble boys, but why did he make himself feel uncomfortable, that gaze looked at him as if he was being targeted by a beast or something worse.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "If it's a common bet, it can only be taken out by an elder or someone with authority, I don't know ...... you?"

"Strayer Victor," the dark-eyed boy smiled slightly, and said with a bit of rhyme that apart from his name, he was ready to admire the expression on Morin's face, whether it was shock, panic, flattery, or humility.

It's just that I'm not confused.

And Maureen was confused.

He looked at the black-eyed young man's radiant appearance, and asked with some uneasiness, "...... Who?"

Seeing that Morin didn't hear clearly, Barron on the side hurriedly raised his voice and tried to say in a standard common accent: "He said that his name is Strayer Victor, S, Ter, Ray, Ye, Vi, Gram, and Do. As he spoke, he was secretly proud, and in addition to fighting, he finally had an advantage in other aspects.

Strayer's expression became gloomy, the boy in front of him, who was about the same height as himself, knew Norman Ackerman, knew the Lambert family, and even knew Pete Lambert, but he was confused about his name?

Did he do this, did he just want to humiliate himself, or did he want to express something through this move, Strayer thought with a serious face, the young man in front of him was not only knowledgeable, but even his acting skills were so outstanding, if he didn't know his previous performance, just looking at his blue eyes, maybe he would really be deceived by that confused look, what is his identity and what background.

"What is his identity, what is his background," Morin's mind was also spinning rapidly, desperately retrieving the contents in his memory, which were all teenagers competing with each other before, but now looking at the expression of the black-eyed young man, he obviously misunderstood himself, thinking that he was deliberately humiliating him, but he really had never heard of that name," Strayer Victor ...... Wait, the black-eyed boy's surname is Victor, plus his age, his status ......"

Mo Lin thought of a possibility, and was already desperately complaining in his heart, Daddy Pike, although you usually don't take me to participate in aristocratic socialization, but you can't help but tell me about this kind of thing, this time something is going to happen, maybe you will be affected by Daddy.

He looked at the black-eyed young man apprehensively, and asked tentatively, "Your ...... ...... next?"

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