William rode on the war horse in high spirits, his mood was really a little excited, after getting the title of this champion knight, his prestige returned to a higher level, and it had a lot of benefits for future development, even in the present, the benefits are not small.

William took a deep breath and adjusted his state, although he didn't think that the other party could defeat him, but he couldn't take it lightly, if he really gave up the championship to the other party because of carelessness, then William really wanted to cry without tears.

The referee, announcing the start of the race, began to charge on William, and he performed the most standard of the charge, and no one could find fault with it.

The result of the battle was not unexpected, William easily defeated his opponent and became the champion of this athletic conference, which lasted for more than half a month, finally came to an end at this moment.

"William !!"

The arena went crazy, everyone was shouting William's name, they took off their hats on their heads, the ladies threw out the handkerchiefs in their hands, everyone put them down, the usual reserved, shouting frantically.

Everyone was happy that a new champion had been produced, except for one person, Viscount Cowen looked at William with a gloomy face, and the gloom in his eyes became thicker and thicker, he should be the last person who wanted to see William get benefits.

He rode on his horse, raised his half-lance, and ran around the field, signaling to the crowd that all eyes would be on him as the victor of the race.

William was helped off his horse by the guards, and followed them up to the high platform, where the king would award him the reward of the athletic convention and the honor he deserved.

Amid the cheers of everyone, William stepped up to the high platform and came face to face with the king.

The nobles around the king all looked at him with approval, especially the Count of Loire, who was very satisfied with his valiant and wise vassal, and he let himself grow a face in the upper echelons of the kingdom.

"Baron William, you have won the final victory, you are the champion knight of this tournament!"

King Brolin looked at William with a smile, and as he spoke, the guards next to him presented a red shawl embroidered with gold letters, and golden olive leaves.

King Brolin took the shawl, put it on William with his own hands, and said, "You are the bravest knight in the entire kingdom of Tskema, the bravest child of the Holy Father, and this is the reward you deserve."

"Thank you, great and wise King, for allowing me to offer you the most insignificant of my kind to you, but indeed all of my offerings to me!" William knelt down on one knee and said in a humble tone.

All the nobles, big and small, were a little surprised, they thought that this kind of award was only a reward from the king, but this little baron was such a moth on such a high place.

"Oh? What is it? King Brolin smiled sincerely, offering himself in front of so many people, that is a manifestation of his popularity, this little baron is really sensible.

Regardless of whether the item is expensive or not, the king will keep this matter in mind, and for a low-level nobleman, it is undoubtedly a very honorable thing to be remembered by the king, and the actual benefits are estimated to be no less.

"Wait a moment and let my knight bring you a gift!"

King Brolin smiled and nodded, and the Urimu in the audience was holding a jar of vodka, which was a special vodka with honey.

"It's ...... A jar of wine? King Brolin said with some surprise.

A jar of wine is a very valuable gift for a baron? William didn't know that at this time, he had already labeled him as stingy in his past.

"Yes, Your Majesty, please try it first!" William said confidently.

The King of Brolin was still a little curious about this brave and wise baron, could there really be anything strange about this jar of wine?

The attendant next to him went down to bring a few wine glasses, William opened the jar, and a strong aroma of honey mixed with alcohol wafted out, and many nobles who liked to drink began to move.

"Oh, this scent!" King Brolin also had some research on wine, which he had never seen before.

William poured the wine, and the pale yellow syrup flowed out of the jar, and the aroma became more and more intense, wafting into the air and stimulating everyone's taste buds.

William handed the glass to King Brolin, who took it.

"Be careful, Your Majesty, this kind of wine can't be drunk too violently, you have to drink it in small sips." William reminded that more than 50 degrees of wine is not just a big glass.

King Brolin smiled and took a small sip.

"Well, that's good!" King Brolin said with a smile that such a quality of wine is definitely not something that can be bought at a low price, but it can be regarded as valuable.

"I like your gift very much, then I'll laugh at it!" King Brolin said with a smile on his face.

"No, Your Majesty, this gift is far from valuable, in fact, the gift I want to give you is worth far more than this!" William said.

"Huh? Is there anything else behind? King Brolin asked angrily.

William said directly: "This is this wine, Your Majesty, the property rights of this wine are in my hands, I like to dedicate 20% of the shares of this wine to you, your Majesty the King!" ”

King Brolin was a little surprised: "You produced this wine?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, in fact this inheritance also has a stake in my lord, the Count of Loire, and out of respect for Your Majesty, I must dedicate this inheritance to His Majesty the Great King!"

"Well, I like your gift very much, you really have a heart, Count of Loire, you have a good vassal! In this way, I will give you a discount, as long as you sell this wine in the royal territory, I will give you a tax reduction, only take one-twentieth of your tax, this can be regarded as opening a back door for myself, hahaha! King Brolin said humorously.

At a young age, how could he not know what William was thinking? Immediately knew William's intentions, and satisfied him to a certain extent, anyway, no matter what was done, it was the royal family who took advantage.

Trade can bring prosperity to commerce, a part of the tax is also the property of the royal family, and the royal family can take 20% of the shares without a penny, and the market of the royal territory, which is larger than the western Chekel, is a gold mine.

Draped in a shawl and holding a golden olive leaf in his hand, William was given the honor of parading through the city, and the thousand gold coins were brought back to William's residence by Norwen.

The king and the nobles returned to the palace, while William marched through the streets with a large group of knights escorted by a large group of knights.

He was wearing a fully armed chain mail, and all his own four-meter riding spears were held in his hands and pointed to the sky, and the sword at his waist and the armor on his body complemented each other, setting off his majesty.

In front of him was the performance of twenty court bands, behind him was a queue of dozens of knights, and the smock and pennant of the iron cross on a white background also seemed less low at this moment.

Some of the spectators in the arena followed outside to watch William's parade, while others just left, and the commoners scrambled to catch a glimpse of the champion knight.

Although they didn't see what William was like in the ring, the title of the champion knight was enough for them to look up to.

At this time, there were many girls from the burgher class who looked at William with peach blossoms on their faces, although his whole body was wrapped in armor, but it was their dream to be able to marry a champion knight.

Now William kind of likes the feeling of this kind of, and it feels good to be in the spotlight and be adored, but the right that men chase is something much more tempting, and he is far more than honor.

"Damn William!"

When Viscount Cowen returned to his lodgings, he shouted loudly, and he kept venting, and the room was in shambles, and only after his anger had been vented did he say to the clerk outside the door: "Give this letter to Sir Breweed!" ”