There is a tradition in the city of Aston in the country of Hope, where the young men who have finished their farm work will organize themselves in the autumn and winter, and in the presence of the King of the Patriotic Countries, a martial arts tournament will be held, and this tradition has hardly been interrupted, except in special cases such as war or natural disasters.

Seeing that the weather was getting cooler, Richard had to keep up with his busy schedule.' Take the time to pay attention to the preparations for this event.

It is a festival and festival for all the people, and it is on this stage that many young people on Hope Island find their lifelong love and companion.

But Richard became more and more reluctant to see this tradition, for there would also be many ministers who would take advantage of the opportunity to recommend all sorts of famous 'family' ladies to him.

The older you get, the more pressure you have, and even as a king, it's hard to overcome everyone's obsession in this matter.

The so-called jousting tournament, of course, has a rule, up to Richard, down to the farmer, as long as you sign up to participate, you have to prepare in advance the coat of arms used to prove your identity and show your glory in the competition.

These coats of arms don't have a certain format, they can be ordinary rectangles, they can be shaped like irises, they can even be a little more 'fancy', and the perimeter is all decorated with tassels.

The competition is roughly divided into two forms, one is foot fighting, the other is horse fighting, the weapons used are basically deliberately 'made' into blunt hollow guns or swords, foot combat is suitable for ordinary people, and horse combat is suitable for those nobles who have some spare money.

Duke Borot Albert, as the most distinguished guest, was naturally invited to observe, and he was also the most free of the several distinguished guests.

In order to take care of the pregnant Catherine, Xiao Ah had to 'hand' some trivial matters to the military advisor Tarren Crawford, and the rest of the time was almost entirely dedicated to 'private' life.

He felt most sorry for Catherine, that is, he could not hold a marriage in a dignified and proper manner.

Little Ah and his mother also talked a little about their thoughts, and Mrs. Charlotte continued to persuade and comfort him, and spoke a lot of thoughtful words to Catherine's presence.

Catherine was moved to tears, shook her head, and said: "I am a child born in a poor family, and I have been busy serving others since I was a child. Albert treats me so well, and you also have a touching kindness, mother-in-law, how can I ask for more, and the marriage ceremony is a false etiquette. Respecting each other like a guest, and growing old is the real happy life. I will not complain about anything, I just want to spend my life with you in peace."

When Albert heard this, he couldn't help himself, and he took his mother and wife's hands, and tears fell down his eyes.

This is really the most touching moment, but the inopportune sound of the guard knocking on the door interrupts the continuation of the beautiful feelings.

It turned out that the chief strategist of the Hope Kingdom had personally come to invite Xiao Ah to go to the palace to discuss things.

This time, the young duke couldn't bear the 'sex' anymore, clenched his fists and complained fiercely.

Mrs. Charlotte hurriedly dissuaded: "People are under the eaves, how can you not bow your head, not to mention that the other party treats us well, please eat and drink is also a kindness, just pay attention to your body, don't drink too much."

"But I still have to take care of Catherine, and they are not unaware of this special circumstance, and they are so uninteresting."

Xiao Ah said as he held his wife's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in front of him.

After sorting out the mess a bit, Albert had to go with Foss to the palace.

Today it looks a little special: the palace is full of pennants embroidered with coats of arms, some of which are lions, some of which are dragons, and some of which are of sea monsters.

They also vary greatly in size, with the smallest being as big as a palm, and the largest being nearly as tall as a man.

Albert couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this going to be an event?"

"The Duke has a good eye, and that's exactly the case.Every year in the autumn and winter of our country, there will be a very grand and spectacular martial arts competition.The champion even has the opportunity to be directly promoted to a member of His Majesty's personal guard.And the runner-up and the third runner-up can also get rich prizes.The girls in the country who are as beautiful as 'flowers' love the most are the heroic young men.The competition just provides such an opportunity.Let the young men and women talk to each other and get acquainted with each other.In the end, a lot of fairy couples are matched." As he spoke, Foss subconsciously stroked the newly grown mustache on his chin.

"That's a big deal." Albert is young after all, and this kind of lively scene is the most I want to experience." Why have I never heard of this custom on the Bodi Continent?"

Foss shook his head and quoted the scriptures: "Maybe it has something to do with the assassination of a certain emperor back then......"

"You mean Deliot's predecessor." Albert's history is obviously not up to par, and although old Borot has the idea of inviting famous teachers, he has little time to test the real results, and in the end his son is more coarse in all aspects, but it is far from being in-depth.

"No, no, no." Fox laughed. How can it be Deliotot's predecessor? The formation of folk customs is not a matter of one or two days, nor is it likely to be the memory of one or two generations. These things have to be precipitated for at least three or four generations to be carried out; even if an emperor like Diviot is determined to kill without scruples, he cannot say that he will ban it; Customs, like religion, are deeply rooted in the marrow of the people, and it is not so easy to get rid of them."

"Well, as you mean, this custom was practiced in the past on the Bodi Continent."

"Although our island of Hope is separated from the mainland by a sea of horror, after all, it has been frequently 'exchanged' since the time of the Venn Empire, and this kind of popular folk custom is the easiest to spread, and according to my personal judgment, perhaps the origin of our island customs comes from the mainland."

"The master leads the way into the 'door', and the practice is in the individual, and in the end, the master discards his own skills."

"Yes, yes, the legend is that an old emperor encountered an annoying assassin during a jousting tournament, and in his last rage, he banned the tournament for ten years, and after ten years, he himself had already traveled westward. Foss said as he nodded in return to the palace people who greeted him.

"But didn't you just say that there is such a thing as a custom that is deeply ingrained?" Albert asked, puzzled.

"The so-called custom is a code of conduct, and since it can no longer be enforced, then nature does not exist." Foss was clearly pleased with his philosophical prowess, and the mustache was tormented miserably.

Albert knew that it would be useless to ask any more questions, so he simply kept silent.

At the banquet, King Richard did not show up as usual, and Albert just didn't understand why he was politely invited to the palace for a drink and tea, but only a few people such as Foss were entertained each time.

Is this to express dissatisfaction.

Young people think left and right, tossing back and forth, but they don't understand the other person's intentions.

Foss tried to persuade Albert to deal with it, he had a secret doubt, did the other party want to get himself drunk, and then act cheaply, but, it didn't make sense, he had nothing to use but the head, and to take the head, why bother to make it what it is now, for no reason, not worth it, and to pollute the cleanliness of the palace.

Albert didn't think about it, and while he was thinking about it, Foss's side was also suffering.

He used 'medicine' wine every time, but he couldn't pour it every time.

The dosage of the 'medicine' wine is getting bigger and bigger, but the young duke just can't drink it, and this becomes an unsolved case, which has been haunting the mind of the chief staff officer of the Hope Nation.

He boasted in front of Richard, and although it was not formal, it was enough to make him think about it.

Foss had quietly consulted the most famous 'apothecary' in the palace before.It is impossible for a person not to get drunk at all.The answer is very simple.As long as it is a living creature, there is always an upper limit.Once that upper limit is reached, then the next one will definitely lie under the table.

The answer was clear and clear, but it really startled Fox.

Isn't that Duke Borot alive? If he were alive, how could there be no upper limit?

Foss took a number of decisive measures this time. He selected several Kabuki from the most famous places in Aston City, and bombarded Albert indiscriminately as soon as he came up.

Neither the wine nor the beautiful woman were ineffective, and in the previous attempts, Foss had tried gambling or fighting crickets and other market gadgets, but all of them failed.

It looks like the overlord has to bow hard.

For the sake of Hope, for the sake of King Richard, he Foss had to sing a blackface joke.

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