Prince Lothart spent a lot of money to obtain a custom-made treasure from Monta XII of the Al Ain dynasty, a silver glittering Misri Mithril armor, and Monta XII promised in a letter to Lotat that the armor was invulnerable and that the person who owned it would always be the master of the knighthood.

Prince Lotat liked to sit on the edge of the bed and observe his own ornate bedroom, especially the hunting artwork on display opposite the palatial lace bed, the pair of Misri Mithril armor propped up by an ebony frame under the anter's horns, as if it were a microcosm of his own might, and he gazed greedily at this Misri Mithril armor, his eyes full of excitement.

This armor is not so much a beautifully carved piece of armor as a beautiful work of art, and it is the crowning achievement of the dwarven craftsmen of Ironfist of the Al Ain dynasty.

He looked at this magnificent work of art in his armor, and his mind came to mind the posture of him riding a horse and holding a spear at the knights' conference, and he imagined that he would knock off the knights who opposed him one after another at the knights' conference, and his mind was filled with the cheers of the noble spectators. He also saw his royal brother, Segal II, standing respectfully in front of him, and with trembling hands, he brought the crown on his head to his head.

"I've never dreamed of being my nasty brother." A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Prince Lotat's mouth.

The jousting tournament will be held in the majestic Ringston Royal Knights' Arena in Limston in the Upper Noble Quarters of the Inner City of Parma, half a month after Count Walker's knowledge.

In order to avoid the danger that might be encountered that day, Count Walker specially informed Coulosius to wait at the agreed place in the royal city on the day of the tenth day's covenant.

As the opening of the tournament approaches, the royal city of Parma becomes very lively, and the towers of the outer and inner cities are also covered with colorful flags, and the colorful flags fluttering in the wind seem to be waiting for the birth of a new champion knight. Travelers from all over the world also poured into the capital of the Trians, except for the Elwinian wood elves thousands of miles away and the Gilberg centaurs, who were out of step with the outside world, did not seem to appear, and even the nobles Havlins who lived in Havelinburg also rushed to the Trian capital city of Palma to observe this lively and extraordinary annual competition, but don't look at these short guys are short, but they are extremely generous, and the smiling faces of the merchants are sent, and the people are full of interest. The bustling streets of King Palma and Queen Mona are bustling with people.

Earl Walker did not relax at all during the half of the month that he waited at the King's Bed in the luxury inn, and apart from occasionally summoning Spike, the chief spy, to inquire in detail about the details of the knightly contest, he asked him to keep a close eye on Prince Lothart's movements. The list of jousts that he has been constantly updated by Spiket does not appear in the tournament - Prince Lothart, Hunter Entelschneider.

The list he had on was also full of little-known nobles, such as the second son of the Frankenstein family's dementia, a man nicknamed Arthur the Crimson Knight, and then the brother of Baron Sherlock of Woodbank, Jim, who was a courtier in Monterlandburg. His Excellency Viscount Cornwall, son of the Duke of Sunset Island. Count Andor, the personal knight of Count Carchand, Count Henjason only sent his personal guard of Karst to come to the king's invitation. The rest were some of the noble courtiers that Walker was not familiar with, such as Christopher Samar, who was only known to be from the Samar family of the Privy Council, Terry Hawking, the side of the Hawking family from the court chief, and of course at the end there was a man named Roger Taim, with the title of Walker Easttham, Earl of Uffenburg.

"It seems that this time the participants are just rookies among some knights, and only the Knight Captain of the Kakander may be a strong opponent." Earl Walker, confident in his own horsemanship, snorted softly with a little pride, crumpled the note and burned it in the fireplace.

The Knights' Tournament is a regular event held in the royal city of Palma to welcome the spring of Talque, and it is also the busiest time of the year in Palma City. On this day, the royal city of Parma will welcome the first major festival of the Talc calendar in 1029, the "Sidrion Pulling Weeds" - Sidrion pulls out a grass, representing the arrival of spring. He is symbolized as the slow recovery of all things on earth through the harsh winter, and the return of knights with glory after the trials of battle. Of course, this is only a superficial meaning, and people always like to misinterpret it.

The day was fast approaching, and the ring-shaped knights' arena in the inner city of the royal city, nestled in the arms of the towering towers, began to come alive. In less than an early morning, the yellow and blue Gedi Haishan cliff stone flower flag of the King Saxon family was planted in the center of the Royal Knight Arena of Rinston, and the flags of his direct vassals and courtiers were also planted on the edge of the ring of the arena, such as: the Black Sea Skull Flag of Parrett Wallace, Duke of Sunset Island, the black and red checkered coat of arms of the Frankenstein family, and the Star Flag of Montland Castle. The Custer family snowflakes in the town of White landed on the three-way ring flag, the Feather Cross flag of Entle, the two-headed Black Eagle flag of Callhand, and of course, the brown twill flag of Yafen. The aristocrats who watched the knights' jousting were crowded, scrambling to enter from the small doorway at the bottom of the arena, and sat down in row after row of seats, the awnings held up were as colorful as the flowers and plants in the knights' arena.

"Stand up! Attention! His Majesty the King has arrived! "The Knight's Arena ring structure sounded a solemn trombone and the shouts of the ceremonial soldiers, brushing and pulling, all the nobles in the audience stood up one by one, took off their hoods or various fur hats, and looked at the main gate of the Knight's Arena built with Talk green jade pillars, and the slowly opening thick door ushered in Segal II with a shining golden crown and the slender jade hand of the new queen Agnes, surrounded by a large number of courtiers and guards, With a solemn face, he walked to the golden tent with the best view and took his seat, and finally a false smile appeared on the handsome face that had collapsed the bridge of his nose, and he waved to the nobles who were watching him from the viewing table.

Under the command of the ceremonial soldiers, the viewing seats were seated one by one, and the entire Woodston Royal Arena began to be noisy. The aristocrats also began to exchange words with great interest, and their discussions all focused on what kind of prizes this year's winners would receive or who would be the winners.

"I heard that the kings of the Trians have been very rich in their gifts to the winners of knightly tournaments." Havlin, a Haflinburg nobleman, tapped his fur hat to his bare head and tapped an unknown Trian nobleman next to him.

"No, as soon as the winner appears, fame and fortune will follow, such as the Castle of Montland, which borders the Sea of Palma East to the north, and the 100 dragons square of the surrounding 100 dragons of land in the east of the city of Palma are the reward received in the knight's arena by His Excellency Trivić, the ancestor of the present Baron Monsieur Montmario." The Trian nobleman relished this, and he didn't look at the short Haflin who tapped his arm, "But the feng shui turns around, but Monsieur Montemario was picked off his horse by the brave Prince of Lothart the year before last, and his legs were inconvenient. ”

"Oh, that's so exciting!" The Havrin nobleman rubbed his hands together, and seemed to be thrilled by the Trian nobleman's answer.

"Look, the opening ceremony is about to begin. In order to compete for the reward, the knights will fight to the death. The Trian nobleman, who was sitting next to Havlin, pointed to the golden tent in front of him.

Under the golden tent, the king sat upright, occasionally exchanging words with the courtiers beside him, while the new queen Agnes twisted her head to the side and spoke to the maids beside her. The servants who went back and forth in front of them buried their heads and hunched down under the golden tent presented the king with fresh fruit and delicious pastries specially made by the court cooks, and whenever they served a plate of fresh fruit, the king's personal guard always had to taste it himself, and after careful examination, he would respectfully serve it to His Majesty and His Royal Highness the queen on the long table. In front of the Golden Tent, the busy ceremonial soldiers lined up, and the snare drum bearer carried the golden snare drum to the observation platform of the kingdom, and handed the special drumstick wrapped in golden silk to the guard officer who led the ceremonial soldiers.

The sun finally reluctantly showed half of his face behind the highest row of seats in the Royal Arena in Linston, and the guard officer who led the ceremonial guard trotted in front of His Majesty King Segal II with a drumstick in his hands, and he knelt down on his knees and offered the drumstick with both hands.

The king's personal guard took the drumstick, wrapped in golden silk, from the ceremonial guard officer and delivered it to King Segal II. Sehgal got up from his seat after receiving the drumstick, and for a moment the trombone sounded in the Royal Arena, and the audience immediately fell silent. Seeing Segal II walking to the golden snaper drum of the spacious observation platform with a solemn trombone sound, he tapped the drum surface, and the drummers who were watching him immediately began to wave their drumsticks vigorously, and the rumbling drum was exchanged for the fierce applause of the aristocratic audience in the stands. When the applause rang out, the heavy infantry of the King's Army in a line of shining steel armor escorted dozens of prisoners with their hands tied into the arena, and the group of prisoners who were escorted in knelt under the observation platform, and the atmosphere in the audience seemed slightly restless, but this sign was quickly stopped by the soldiers of the King's Army on patrol.

"O my dear courtiers and foreign subjects, today is a new year, praise our goddess Arcana, and let us usher in this wonderful new year." The King looked around with a smile, pleased with the concentration of attention from everyone in the audience, and the King's guards, armed with delicate spears, stood straight around the observation platform.

"Just 10 days ago, one of my honorable barons' assistants presented us with a precious gift to the Kingdom of Rinston, who demonstrated the courage and glory of our Trian people in the Kingdom of Rinston." Segal II cleared his throat and paused slightly, only to see the soldiers of the King's army marching in in line from the doorway under the arena carrying a wooden board with a black velvet cover, placing the plank flat on the ground, and carefully tearing off the velvet to make a black hijab.

Under the black cap made of velvet torn off is a giant snake head, which has been embalmed, so it looks a little shriveled and atrophied, but its hideous face has not changed due to embalming treatment, and it can be said that the current head has even become a little more hideous.

"This is the head of the nine-headed sea monster on Lena Island! You're lucky enough to have the pleasure of seeing this monster's head! Back then, our hero Sidrion had just driven it away, and now this evil beast has been killed by the warriors of our kingdom of Rinston! Segal II raised his hands and began to speak passionately, "Therefore, in order to inspire the warriors of our Kingdom of Rinston to be stronger and braver, I will carefully prepare a treasure suitable for our soon-to-be-born champion knight in the final battle of this knight's tournament!" ”

The audience began to sing: "Long live the king!" ”

"That's it! In the name of the loyal followers of Arcana, the king of the Trians, and the king of the Kingdom of Rinston, I declare that the 1029 'Sidrion Pulling Weeds' festival in the continent of Talk has officially begun at this moment. Rejoice, our courtiers, rejoice, friends from abroad. The first performance below is the customary Blood Sacrifice Sidrien! Let the blood breathe life into the New Year! King Segal II was very pleased with his speech, he raised his eyebrows slightly, threw away the golden drumstick, raised his proud head, and turned his back to the sky, his hands slightly raised, his palms spread outward, like a devout believer praying to the heavenly Arcana, "These prisoners will wash away their sins with blood, or with courage will ask the heavenly hero Sidrion to forgive them!" The coming blood gushing or death fight will be sacrificed as a sacrifice of courage to the great Trian hero Sidrion! They will bring hope and wealth to all of us here with their sinful lives or the blessed forgiveness of heaven, and also provide a visual feast for the opening of our knights' jousting tournament! ”

The prisoners were sallow-faced, weeping bitterly as if expecting mercy, their chains and shackles leaving them no chance to change their fate, and one by one they only muttered about the salvation of the goddess Arcana.