Let's turn our attention to the stands where only the great nobles can sit, and the only legitimate owner of Djerkhara, Count Atlas, is staring at the game on the field without saying a word. His eldest son, the handsome and young Du Wei, leaned into his ear and whispered, "There are several good players in this contest that are worth wooing, maybe we should get to know them after the competition." ”

Count Atlas nodded quietly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Then it's up to you, but remember, I can't afford to betray me anymore!" ”

Du Wei nodded and put his hand on his father's arm.

"You can rest assured, this time I will definitely dig out all the forces behind them!"

Count Atlas was finally relieved, and he said casually as if he remembered something: "I remember that in the first game, there was a guy who was particularly good at using a sword, whose kid was that?" ”

"No, my father, he's from Swadia, and we'd rather accept someone sent by Aaron's bastards than a Svadian!"

"Yes, yes, my son, you've always been so smart!"

When Du Wei heard this, he bent down with a smile on his face: "Don't dare, this is all good for you to teach." ”

Count Atlas was silent, and after a moment he said as if to himself: "If you were to tell me, those Svadians are much cuter than some of the hellish creatures in the kingdom!" ”

"Father, you've drunk too much, you should go back to rest, right?"

"yes, yes, someone has to pretend to be stupid! What a bullshit earl! ”

Count Atlas staggered to his feet and pushed away his eldest son's hand that he wanted to come over to help, seeing that he was really drunk.

Watching our venerable lord slowly disappear into the long corridor behind the platform, "War Maniac" Malgus came to the side of Du Wei, who was a little distracted.

He picked up a glass of wine and brought the bright red liquid to his mouth, and he looked at the two teams fighting on the field without squinting - one team had been eliminated, and said to himself: "You shouldn't have confronted your father, he may be old, but he is still your father!" ”

Du Wei seemed to have just woken up from that wonderful game, and said with a little ignorance: "Ah! It's you, my lord, you're right! I won't do it again in the future! ”

Marcus finally couldn't restrain himself, and he slammed the silver wine glass in his hand against the armrest of the platform, and the force was so great that it smashed a large dent in the stone handrail, and made a loud bang.

He looked around and saw that the arena was too noisy for anyone to notice, so he roared in a deliberately low voice, "You know what I mean! Think of Diana! Will she be glad you did! ”

Du Wei finally stopped looking calm and breezy, and he also roared and said, "You are not allowed to mention my mother's name!" Listen, I don't care what happened to you before, I don't care what kind of identity you have, if I hear your mother's name out of your mouth next time, I'll kill you!" Definitely! ”

Du Wei straightened his clothes that had become wrinkled due to being too excited, and said lightly in a voice that was similar to the two of them just now: "As for now, respected Lord War Maniac, we should enjoy this wonderful farce!" I heard that there will be three nobles in the next game, or three viscounts, although one is a foreign viscount, but after all, it is still a viscount! “

After saying this, he looked back at Malgus, whose face was a little blue, and said as if jokingly, "Don't you think it's very interesting?" Isn't it worth our joy that the nobles who are usually high up in the world are selling themselves like clowns at the moment! “

"You have to pay attention! You're a nobleman yourself! “

"Yes, that's right, I'm a nobleman!"

As if sensing some meaning in Du Wei's words, Malgus's face was gray, and he spat out the question that he had always doubted but never dared to believe: "You did it." “

Du Wei turned around with a smile, and his textbook aristocratic smile already spoke for itself.

"What the hell are you talking about, sir?"

"No, nothing."

Malgus turned with difficulty, finally realizing that he was no longer young, and he trembled to his seat, as if he had been pulled out of his bones.

Du Wei didn't look at him anymore, and the second round of contestants had already decided the five who would make it to the finals, and the next game was his high-profile third match, and he didn't want to miss the ridiculous farce.

Charles felt the round shield that was clutching tightly to his left hand, which he had mastered long ago, and a wooden half-sword at his waist.

Through the blue mask, Charles saw the other nine men on his team.

Among the nine people, Charles recognized one of them at a glance as Viscount Dante, who had threatened to defeat him not long ago, and he was holding a long sword in his hand, but the difference from Charles was that it was a huge two-handed sword!

The shy young man Charles didn't recognize him in his own team, so he must have gone to another team, and he was very eager to see if the young man was as good as he said.

With a burst of cheers, the floodgates in front of me slowly rose, and finally, the game was about to begin!

Charles didn't know if the choice he had made was the right one, and even he himself was a little strange at the moment, his heart was extremely calm at the moment.

He greeted the cheers as if he were born to be cheered on.

Monsieur Artilius was already drunk at the moment, and he picked up a glass of dessert wine from Vicchia on the table nonchalantly, and drank it all at once. He waved his hand at the assistants below, signaling him to get out of here so as not to disturb the interest of the noble lords, but he did not notice the deep disdain in their eyes for him.

Viscount Pierce, the head of the Grovov family, sat opposite him and said with a smile: "My nephew, Viscount Charles, is also very interested in this athletic conference, and he even participated in it himself. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to let you go through the back door, this nephew of mine is the knight captain of the Praetorian Guard of the Kingdom of Viruga, and his swordsmanship is very famous! “

Ati blinked his eyes, which were almost squinting, and said loudly, "Ah, I see! Jack, you slacker, come up! Add Lord Charles's name to the list, and by the way, help me bet 10,000 dinars on him! “

Jack said a little embarrassed: "Master, we have ...... of the funds we can use now."

"You don't want to go! Do you want me to be disgraced in front of the esteemed Lord Pierce? “

"I'm going to go, I'm going to go"

Seeing that his boss was almost about to throw his wine glass in anger, Jack quickly responded and ran away as fast as he could.

"My lord, the people in the way are gone, let's continue to watch the game. Your nephew will win the championship, I swear to God! “

Pierce nodded, looking grateful.

"That's right, Monsieur Artilius, let's watch the game!"

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I've had a fever in the past two days, and my writing may be a bit collapsed, blue and thin