Brother Robert's sarcasm was understandable to all, and Sir Wendell could not bear it no matter how good he was, and it was true that his feast was a little rudimentary, but it was all he could prepare for his guests, and it was not in keeping with Germanic customs that there were guests under his own roof who accused their hosts of hospitality.

"Brother Robert, how can we be so careless about pleasure as God-serving people?" Hough. Hannes reproached loudly and looked at Brother Robert with his dark blue eyes.

Brother Robert saw the threat contained in Hofhannes' gaze, and knew that this was not the time to attack Hofhannes, but only to humiliate Hof. Hannes, weakened Hough. Hannes's authority, now that the purpose had been achieved, he no longer spoke.

It seems that within the high walls of St. Fonso's Abbey, the battle between the open and the dark is also extremely fierce, and Robert from another prominent family is threatening Hough. Hannes's position, but Hove Hannes can suppress this threat with his personal prestige for the time being, but without the strong support of the family, he doesn't know how long this suppression can be maintained, which is why he came to the Wendell family, he is looking for firm support, but Sir Wendell's disgraced finances seem to have made him a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry for being slow to treat you, but the Wendell family, as a knight family, has something more suitable for banquets, so Ifu brings your shield and sword." Sir Wendell, a sophisticated nobleman, saw this, and immediately signaled to his two sons that Sir Wendell wanted to show the arrogant monks the martial traditions of the Wendell family.

"Yes, father." Although Yves envied the rich life and pomp of these monks, he would not let go of anyone who threatened his family, so he took a pointed vulture shield from the weapon rack next to the hall in his left hand, pulled out the sword at his waist, and jumped in front of everyone, the sword in his right hand slashed a few times in the air, and the sword broke through the air and made a swishing sound, and Yve's tall and strong body added a bit of shock.

"Wow." The monks who had spent their days in the monastery had seen this kind of formation, and they looked at each other with fear on their faces, and Brother Robert's face suddenly turned pale, and his right hand in the monk's robe trembled slightly, and he unconsciously looked at Hove, who was sitting with Sir Wendell. Abbot Hannes. It's not uncommon for nobles to kill competitors at banquets in these chaotic times, but it seems like Hove. Abbot Hannis looked as usual as if he was watching Yves's sword show like everyone else.

Yves played with the sword flower and split a thick piece of wood brought by the servant in half in an instant, his strength was so strong, and the speed and skill of using the sword were also very good, everyone thought to themselves what would happen if it was cut on people's bodies, the banquet suddenly fell silent, no one was saying a word, Yves looked at these cowardly monks triumphantly, and at this moment a voice sounded from outside the gate.

"It's boring to be alone, let me be your opponent." A knight in chain mail strode in, this knight was of medium stature, with slightly long cheeks, long fluffy blond hair, and a neatly trimmed beard on his chin, he walked up to Brother Robert and bowed deeply, then straightened up and put his right hand on the saber at his waist.

"Oh, it's you, Woodlow, my dear, Lord Wendell, the gallant Lord Woodlow, a would-be knight of Brother Robert's family, who once won the knight's joustery championship in Cologne, and is currently studying at my convent." Hough. Hannes smiled and raised his glass to greet the Woodlow Knight, and then explained Woodlow's origin in detail, the corners of Yves's mouth grinned, what about the sword champion of Cologne, if it wasn't for his father's request to take care of his family, he would have wandered the world and spread his reputation everywhere.

"If Ives is interested, then you should ask Lord Woodlaw for advice." Sir Wendell is not a coward, he will not let his family's reputation fall on his own turf, not to mention that he is still very confident in his eldest son's martial arts, after all, it is the result of his careful teaching since childhood.

Arold is a little staggered, I didn't expect a dinner of his own family, it turned into a Hongmen banquet full of swords and swords, but I don't know who is Liu Bang in this way, who is Xiang Yu, when he was thinking nonsense, the two samurai have begun to fight together, the medieval samurai commonly used swordsmanship has various schools, but most of this swordsmanship is passed down from home, until the fourteenth century, there is a long family to form the German swordsmanship master Richard Tenall's school of swordsmanship, etc., most of the German samurai love to use half swords and big swords, This rugged swordsmanship was loved by medieval warriors and became popular, and it also broke Arold's belief that Westerners had little skill in swordsmanship.

"Bell~~~." Woodlaw's sword struck Eve's shield, and the Church Knight used two swords, a long sword and a slightly shorter sword, attacking with a long sword, defending with a short sword, or crossing attacks like scissors at the same time, which dazzled everyone and amazed him at his agility and skill, compared to Yves's appearance of retreat, relying on his own shield to block between the two and catch every attack of his opponent.

"Oh woo~~~~." Ifzhi said that his advantage was his strength, but he chose the wrong weapon at the beginning, and the one-handed sword and shield limited the heavy blows he was accustomed to, if it was a heavy two-handed sword, he would have suppressed the opponent at the beginning, but unfortunately now he can only use the shield to protect his body, and then wait for the opportunity to attack. Finally, in the interval between Woodlow's attacks, he raised his shield to block the sword from above his opponent, and his body half-crouched down to stab him from the lower right.

"Did you win?" Arold couldn't help but get nervous, he didn't understand what was going on, it stands to reason that Yves always made trouble for himself after he entered this era, and he hated this kind of bullying the weak guy with his own strength in his bones, but now he is worried about Yve, which seems to be the influence of Arold's own soul on family loyalty.

"Bell~~~." Unfortunately, Woodlaw was not an easy man, and the short sword he defended in his left hand instantly reached down to block the attack from Yves below. To make matters worse, there was a pool of water under Yve's feet, and Ifu stepped on it and slipped on it, stumbling and almost falling, and he had to give up the shield in his hand in order to keep his balance, and the only vulture shield that could protect his body landed at the gate with a dull sound.

"Damn." Yves cursed and took a few steps back, while Woodlaw smiled and took a few steps back with a chivalric demeanor, not taking the opportunity to attack Ive.

"Oops." Arold whispered, he involuntarily looked at his father and uncle, and saw Sir Wendell's face solemn and his brow furrowed, his mouth tightly closed, and his eyes staring at the two of them, and Hough. Uncle Hannis's face was pale, and the smile on his lips had long since disappeared like summer ice and snow.

"Don't worry, if you lose like this, how can you be worthy of being a descendant of the Wendell family." At this moment, Arold felt behind him, a pair of gentle hands on his shoulders, the tip of his nose smelled a familiar smell, he turned his head and saw his mother, Mrs. Eva, looking at him kindly, she raised her head and looked at her son in the arena with a firm gaze, comforting her other son with a soft tone, Arold's heart was a little moved, he lowered his head for fear of tears coming out of his eyes.

The soul of Arrod in his previous life was an orphan who was not an orphan, his parents struggled separately in the economy and society, but both ended in failure, and finally their marriage came to an end, perhaps for a couple who did not put family first, this is the best ending. And he grew up with his grandparents after going to school, and the kindness and selflessness of the old people more or less made up for his shortcomings, but the old people who his parents could give could not do anything, which also caused him to be withdrawn and unable to communicate with others, but I didn't expect that after he was reborn, in this different country and different eras, he could still feel the mutual care and warmth of the family.

Just when Arold was moved, Yves in the joust was obviously not so relaxed, but he lost his shield as if he had lost some kind of burden, and saw him holding his sword in both hands, as if holding a two-handed sword, he leaned back slightly, raised the sword flat to the height of his eyebrows, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Woodlow.

"It's about to begin." Mrs. Eva confidently patted her second son Arold on the shoulder, and whispered in Arold's ear, and Sir Wendell's expression relaxed, and his eyes did not leave the two of them, but he had already raised his glass and put it to his lips and took a sip.

"For the honor of the family." Yves took a deep breath, spurted violently from his chest, shouted the Wendell family motto from his mouth, moved his feet quickly towards Woodlow, the sword in his hand stabbed at the opponent, Woodlo's eyes widened and the sword slashed from above, he knew that Yve's stabbing power was fierce, and only by attacking could it be resolved.

"Bell~~~." It was the sound of metal colliding again, everyone almost covered their ears, the strength of these two warriors was extremely amazing, they saw Yves turn into a stab to block the double swords from above, Yve's body was short, the hilt was upturned, Woodlow's double swords slid from his sword body to the right side, inertia made Woodlow's body unconsciously lean forward, and Yves took advantage of the situation to put the sharp part of the front of the hilt on Woodlow's neck, all this happened so fast, like lightning in one go, It was as if Woodlaw himself had stretched his neck and rested his head on Yves' knife.

"The exchange was successful," whispered Lady Eva and Sir Wendell almost at the same time.