After leaving the lounge, Charles met Luzius who had been waiting for a long time at the door, and they didn't communicate much, but Luzius suddenly said thoughtlessly: "Is it him?" ”

Charles shook his head helplessly: "It should be true, he was rubbing his waist when I went in." ”

"Hey, how much did you take from him?"

"It's not much, but we've got enough to spend during this time."

Soon, however, they stopped the seemingly bull-headed conversation, and Ged limped out, his expression extremely gloomy at the moment, as if he was still saddened by his failure, but he still said respectfully: "Lord Charles, Mr. Luzius, I will not linger here for another matter, I hope you can win the crown of the conference, and I take my leave." “

Charles and Luzius hurriedly replied politely, "Goodbye." ”

Looking at his back as he faded away, Luzius made an extremely covert gesture and looked at Charles inquiringly. Charles shook his head and said lightly: "Forget it, after all, he is the captain of the city guard, I still want to mix in this city, I don't want to get into unnecessary trouble." ”

"Well, he's lucky." Luzius seemed very unwilling when he said this again, and Charles gave him a faint look and did not agree. In the end, they went drinking shoulder to shoulder.

The noon break passed quickly, and Charles had only a few drinks because of the afternoon games, and was not as drunk as Luzius.

By the time he dragged Luzius's heavy body back to the hotel and back to the arena, the first game of the final was over.

The guards at the door looked at the unhurried Charles, and their lungs were about to explode, but because of his identity, he had to grit his teeth and say: "My lord, come on, the first game is over, you are ranked in the third game, and if you don't prepare, it's too late!" ”

"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry I'm late!" As he said this, Charles unhurriedly shoved a piece of Septin into the guard's hand,

The guards of the arena looked at the silver dollar in their hands helplessly, but they were reluctant not to, so they had to say in a loud voice: "My lord, you are so polite!" But you better go and prepare, I still have to wait here for Lord Dante, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you! ”

Charles waved his hand, it was the one who was busy with him, he didn't care about himself, he knew what to do.

Having had an experience, Charles quickly equipped himself, and this time he was grouped into the red team, and there were only three people in his team, but this time he did not meet Dante's majestic man.

Charles frowned suspiciously: "The game is about to start, why hasn't this Viscount Dante arrived yet?" It shouldn't be. ”

However, none of this was Charles' control, as his match was lackluster, with three teams of nine players battling together to decide the winner in a short time - Charles and another RED team player qualified for the next match.

In the following races, Charles won with his good fortune and skill. To his surprise, he actually won the championship of the athletic conference!

In the last game, his opponent was a strong man with a two-handed sword, originally Charles thought that the man was Dante, but after you tried back and forth a few times, Charles found that this man's footsteps were vain, obviously overdrawn in the previous game, and at this moment it was already the end of the crossbow.

Charles didn't have any chivalry with him at this time, and he knocked him to the ground, stepped heavily on the man's body, and waved the long sword in his hand to the audience on the stage. Although his actions were extremely sassy, the audience really ate him, cheering and cheering at him, and even bold girls had begun to flatter him.

The referee trotted to the center of the field, and when he confirmed that the man was indeed incapable of fighting again, he removed Charles's mask, revealing the young and handsome face underneath. The ladies in the audience were even more excited, the world is a lover of beauty, and a handsome young man is far more appropriate to be worthy of the laurels of the athletic than a coarse recklessness, isn't it?

Especially after learning that Charles is still a foreign nobleman and even has his own fiefdom, the atmosphere on the field has been pushed to another climax again! The girls from rich and powerful families inquired about Charles's origins, and their fathers and brothers were naturally not idle, and they all instructed their subordinates to invite Charles to their homes before anyone else.

Elena in the stands looked at Charles in the field, and her eyes were full of brilliance, there are naturally many young talents in Djerkara City, but there are indeed few people who are as young and handsome as Charles but have such an identity. Noble ladies are also people, and they will also have a good impression of excellent people, and the handsome and dashing knight image in those books that I read on weekdays coincides with Charles incomparably at this moment, so it is no wonder that she is tempted.

Charles is not a fool either, and he can naturally feel the attention of the people in the stadium about him, and this is what he has been seeking since he came to Djerkhara! Although he didn't want to win the championship at the beginning of the game, as long as he could prove his bravery a little, with his aristocratic status, someone would eventually throw an olive branch to him. However, it was still a bit troublesome after all, so Charles was extremely happy about this sudden surprise.

I just don't know, where the hell Dante went......

But at this moment, all the men, women, the elderly, children, everyone in the stands will not give him a chance to think. They poured out of the stands, gathered with the referees, and marched to the arena's office, rummaging through boxes and making a ridiculous wreath. Charles was so weak that he had to let them play tricks on him, looking obedient and haughty.

Later, he was carried by a frenzied crowd, and the new athletic champion saw that he was almost all under him, all of them with clear eyebrows and tall heads. He enjoyed the cheers of the people, received the attention of the crowd, and was so happy that he almost flew into the sky. As is customary in previous years, the procession circles around the lord's castle, shouting a few words like long live the lord before scurrying through the streets.

In the midst of this commotion, he suddenly heard a few people talking loudly, and just as he wanted to listen carefully, he was pushed away by the crowd of revelers, but those few faint words still reached his ears.

"Mistress Dante...... Assassination...... Dead"

"Accident...... Who ......"

Dante was assassinated? Was it really an accident......