Gresham Gary hasn't played for a long time, and if he continues like this, it is estimated that many people will forget about him. Among the new lords, Andrew Hall of the Lighthouse Lords and Dedewlet, who is helped by the elves, have become the talk of the town, that is, the focus of everyone's attention. Gresham, who is known as the "banner of the young generation of the cardinal", has gradually been forgotten. How does this work?

Therefore, the Marquise of Pohimana specially approved that Gresham should bring his fiancée Princela to attend the tournament today, and he must take the lead and let everyone see the demeanor of the "young banner".

As a paladin, Gresham's demeanor goes without saying. A full set of brand-new collared armor, from the hands of the best master craftsmen, with strong protective performance makes it a fortress on the battlefield, and the gorgeous and majestic shape allows his owner to constantly enjoy envious gazes and cries of love.

With his fiancée on his side, Gresham will certainly not respond to those "love you love you" slogans. In fact, he paid more attention to the horse under his crotch. After becoming a lord, supporters from the Church gave him the horse, which had been blessed by the divine magic of the celestial realm. This white horse is majestic and majestic, unusually tall, bearing a full suit of armor, and its movements are still full of graceful power. The horse is very sympathetic, easy to command, and able to share the battlefield magic he wields. And most importantly, this horse makes him the tallest one in the team, and it feels so good to see everyone at a glance.

When he was tall enough, the palanquin next to him was so short that only one of his legs could be seen. Prisla, after a few glances, found it bored, and poked her gaze out of the window on the other side of the palanquin. "Juita, get out of the way, don't get in my way. ”

She was escorted in the sedan chair she shared with Sister Nala and the maid Juita on the way to the jousting tournament. However, neither the nun nor the maid could stop her curiosity—she hadn't come out for a long, long time.

"Can you lift the curtains? ”

The nun shook her head: "The Marquise said, either the lord is holding your hand, or the curtain is blocking your face. There are too many idlers gathered in the city right now, and you need to be concerned about your safety. ”

Again, for this reason. Princela pursed her lips and pretended not to hear. However, she didn't reach out to lift the curtain, and there was no need to conflict with unimportant people for this little thing. Besides, the red curtain was made of very fine silk, and it was very well made, and it didn't obstruct the view very much. It's the only thing that dyes everything outside reddish, so she can't see her favorite colors, which is a bit disappointing.

The Holy Three Castle is extremely boring, and the post house is like a cage, staying in it like a year. Before she was sent in to get married, she was at least free to move around her manor, calling girls of the same age to come and play, and to talk about things outside together on the occasion of sewing clothes and embroidering. She likes to listen and talk, and she likes to talk about men to her very close girlfriends. From an early age, she was taught three skills: how to get along with men, how to manage the estate, and how to raise children. The latter two have not yet had the opportunity to practice, what else can be said without talking about the first one?

There were many people outside the palanquin, but they were all separated by the guards. Their faces were a vague red color, and there was nothing to see. Priglas looked into the distance, looking at the plains and valleys outside the city walls and at the foot of the mountains, at the hundreds of tents on the banks of the river, at the fluttering flags of all colors. She noticed a bustling black-and-red crowd in the center of the tent complex, with occasional flames rising in the middle. Is it coming to the circus, with a fire-breathing clown? She had only seen the circus once, and it was Feige Hall who took her to sneak there. It was a time she will never forget.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the guards parted the crowd, and they came all the way to the scene of the martial arts competition. The sound of thousands of people hustling together made her a little breathless, and her face was probably a little red, otherwise the nun would not suddenly grab her arm. Her hand hurts to scratch and doesn't leave any marks. Princela suspected that she was not a nun at all, but a female killer who practiced martial arts, otherwise what was she doing so hard? Fortunately, Gresham appeared in time, as long as she put her hand in the crook of his arm, the nun would not dare to touch herself.

"Let's go to the viewing platform, there is a good view over there. ”

Princela would love to have her fiancé take her out into the crowd to see the clown and buy some snacks and flowers. For this reason, she will happily send sweet and passionate kisses, instead of the usual simple touch full of ritual. She lifted her long, curved eyelashes, only to see Gresham staring ahead. His focused expression was resolute and strong, but without her.

Well, without clowns, it's not bad to come and see a joust, at least it's much better than drawing clothes, sewing clothes, looking at clothes, trying on clothes in the room. She also likes to see shining armor and tall war horses draped in gold and silver, and likes to listen to the loud shouts of the crowd and the loud sound of flags waving in the wind...... Of course, the most important thing is those knights.

"Where are the knights?" Princela saw only a high square platform, surrounded by ropes, and several men in cheap scale armor pretending to prepare their weapons. The loud shouting was not from the audience in this venue, it must have been outside, and there were a hundred times more people there than here!"I thought it was going to be a charge confrontation between knights!"

"No, it's the selection of knights here, not the confrontation of knights. Gresham finally heard her voice, and then explained softly, "The lords take this opportunity to see if there is anyone who can become a knight, and then take them under their command." Don't worry, it's still going to be exciting. And guess why?"

"Why? I don't know, can you tell me?"

"Because some elven warriors join the game, and some real knights are going to teach them a lesson. Can you guess that among the people below, that will be the knight who is hidden?"

"Ah, is it a game? I like it. Princela rejoiced. She tuddled back her brownish-red hair, sat up straight, and squinted her eyes at the people in the room. Gresham loved to look at her, whether it was a green dress, a golden neckline, fair skin, or mischievous freckles on her face, it was like a perfect picture.

"That person should be! Oh, no, probably not. His armor was rusty in some places, and the knight would not allow that. The man, Gresham, look at that, isn't it? He's tall and strong, wielding a great sword like a twig. It's a pity that his head is bald, and he shouldn't be a knight. ”

"What does having no hair have to do with knights?" Gresham asked with a smile.

"All the knights I've ever met have hair. You think, if you can't even protect your hair, how can you protect your manor and your territory?"

"There's some truth to that, and I'll pay attention to that. Gresham laughed happily, his blonde hair trembling.

Human knights don't decide the winner based on the amount of hair, but elves do. Their hair is long and can hang down to their thighs. Such long hair is easy to attack, but the long hair also means that they have all defeated their opponents, which is a sign of martial arts. Such elves are rare to see, but this time there are seven at once. When they entered, Princela almost screamed.

"The first time I've seen an elf, I've only seen a half-elf before!" Princela leaned against Gresham's shoulder, the armor was cool and hard, but it felt safe. "Are the elves awesome? Can you beat them?"

"I need to fight to know the strength of the elves. But you must know that there must be a reason why the elves want to return to the mainland, but they have to stay on the island all the time. ”

"I don't really understand, but I know you're better than them. ”

After looking at the elves for a while, Princela suddenly found a way to distinguish a knight in disguise: those who always stared at the elves with very resolute and stern eyes were knights nine times out of ten. If you look closely, you can see that they all have very sophisticated weapons. Although these people were not wearing ornate plate armor, the breastplates, scales, and the like were also well-made and well-maintained—in other words: shiny.

She was just about to share this discovery with her fiancé when she suddenly noticed a strange back in the crowd. The man was alone in the corner, unarmoured, using the shield as a chair, and the mace was thrown in the dust at his feet, looking intently at a book in his hand. He held the book in his right hand, and on his left hand, he turned the pages with a chain wrapped around his wrist, on which something seemed to be hanging.

"Gary, look at that guy, he's still reading, it's funny. What's on his wrist, can you see it?"

Gresham shifted his gaze, then furrowed his brow vigorously. Isn't that lazy, focused back the Feige Snowman Bingfeng? What is a strange way to attract attention when reading a book in the arena? If you don't prepare for the event, are you waiting to be beaten down?

"What do you think of that man, is he a knight?"

Princela observes and thinks. She thought the back was familiar, but she couldn't remember it. Feige has done a lot of physical training after entering the Ice Peak Fortress, and his body size is very different from the past, and it is not easy to tell the difference. Prisla just thought the hairstyle and the silhouette of the side face were familiar.

Somehow two people in the venue got into a verbal altercation and suddenly fell together, kicking up a lot of dust. The dust was blown by the wind, and Fitch was wrapped in a slashing face. He sighed, blew the dust off the pages with all his might, and shook his head to shake the dust out of his hair.

"He's so stupid. My big dog, Danny, was dumped like that after taking a shower. Princela chuckled, then shifted her attention and pointed to the other side of the field for Gresham to see. It was still the freshly dressed angry horse that was easier to get her attention, never sand and dust.

If she continued to watch, she would have been even more surprised. The grizzled Feige suddenly picked up a handful of dirt from the ground, put it under his nose and sniffed it, stuck out his tongue to lick it, and then muttered something to it. This neurotic gesture attracted a lot of suspicious stares, and even the gleaming of the priest's emblem on his wrist could not dispel everyone's worries. They either whisper or look at the madman with sympathy. Only a few elves suddenly became alert and sniffed around with their noses, sensing that something was not quite right.

"This soil is really good, after so many years of being affected by the aura of magic around the Holy Three Castle, it has become very easy to be affected by spells. Well, isn't it a bit too lazy to use that trick against them?"

Feige shook his head, sat down in a corner that would not be affected by the dust, and continued to read the book in his hand. His magic book has entered a new chapter: "Controlled Electric Currents and Magnetic Field Warfare Applications".

This chapter is not yet complete, and Feige is still working on the deduction. He pinched his fingers and muttered, and was finally noticed by Princela again.

The redhead's heart stopped beating two beats, and she could count it clearly.