Alleyne and the James knight put on the armor of ordinary soldiers, wrapped their swords and axes again, and began the battle.

However, for the sake of fairness, Alleyne used the Nord fighting axe, as well as a shield.

Alleyne took the initiative to make a move, but was shaken by the other party, caught by the other party, and knocked over the shield by the other party's sword. After losing his protection, Alleyne was suppressed by the opponent's long sword and was at a disadvantage for a while.

The other Svadian riders all smirked, while the two Vecchia riders chatted a little uneasily.

Count Claes didn't say what it was, and his expression didn't change much. However, Byron was a little uneasy, he didn't want Alleyne to lose the tournament now, it would affect not only him, but also the reputation of the entire team.

However, it is obvious that the knight on the other side was also careless, thinking that the victory was in hand, so he did not seize the time to defeat Ellenn, but wanted to humiliate Ellen and shook it with his sword, but this made Ellen, who has always had a good face, angry.

Rather than limiting himself to his own hands, Alleyne blocked the opponent's provocative sword with an axe and kicked him in the stomach, causing James to nearly fall and force him back two steps from the kick.

Immediately afterward, Alleyne played extraordinarily, with amazing speed, and a very beautiful one dodged a stab from the opponent, hammering James on the shin and arm with the back of his axe, and James fell to his knees and lost his sword.

The winner is decided.

For a while, the audience was silent. The Svadian knights felt a little shameless, and the Vecchian riders did not dare to applaud at will, so as not to upset the Svadian nobles.

Byron breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to say anything, and looked at Count Claes.

The Count nodded at Ellenn, and the two hands behind his back were also brought to his side, and he naturally slapped them a few times.

The applause rang out, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

James threw in the towel, and though he was a little resentful, he gave a knightly salute to Elleon.

In the tent, Count Claes summoned Byron and several of the heroes, inquired about them, and praised Ellen a few words.

In addition, as a reward for winning the tournament, James gave one of his spare horses to Ellene. And Alleyne also accepted it very happily, in line with his usual style.

Now these soldiers finally turned a blind eye to Byron, and even the tone in which Baron Sith spoke to him was much softened, and it was no longer like treating an ordinary civilian mercenary.

"Alleyne, you can always scare me and surprise me that I can't imagine."

In the camp arranged for Byron, Byron sat with the heroes, holding up a water bag with red wine and toasting Elleen.

"With you, I always find an opportunity to prove myself."

Alleyne was so proud of Byron's words that he drank half of the red wine in his water bag in one go.

"Ellene, you won wonderfully, I admire it. But this time you're still too reckless. ”

Fatis didn't mean to be happy, and reminded Alleyn with some concern.

"Thanks for the reminder, I remember."

Alleyne nodded with a smile, but Byron could tell he was perfunctory to Fatis. He glanced at Bandak, who had been drinking and didn't want to say anything.

"Fatis is right, Ellene. You're the bravest warrior I've ever met, but sometimes we have to act before we act, which will reduce our losses and be wiser. ”

Byron's words had a little effect on Ellene, and the other party thought about it for a moment and admitted that Byron was right.

"But with opportunity comes risk, doesn't it?"

However, Alleyne apparently insisted on his opinion, and drank the rest of the wine, a blush on his smiling face.

Cress, who had been sitting on the side without speaking, frowned and stood up.

"I've met many fearless fearless people during the day, but most of them died at night at the hands of unknown enemies."

With that, Kress went out of the tent.

Aren's smile froze, and it took a while for it to return to normal.

Fatis handed him his wine, but was refused. Alleyne put down the hydration bag and got up to leave the tent.

Byron was not at ease and asked Bandak to follow and take a look.

"He's a really good fighter and he can prove his quality. It would be nice if he could control himself a little bit. ”

Byron sighed to Fatis.

"Perhaps, but I'm afraid it's difficult."

Fatis nodded, picked up the red wine and took a sip of it.

After a minute or so, Bandak returned and told Byron and Fatis Irene that he had found a tent and slept on, guarded by Vecchia's bastard riders, and that there was no problem.

The next day, Byron waited for two more mercenary troops, each of which had a hundred troops, and the quality of the troops was no worse than Byron's, if not heroes. After all, Byron still had 20 militiamen in his ranks. And their team is full of mercenary veterans with plenty of combat experience.

However, their treatment was not as good as Byron's, and the Earl did not personally meet the two mercenary captains, but only sent the knights around him to convey his orders.

Because it was already dark by the time they arrived, Byron spent the night in the camp.

Spending the night outside is no more comfortable than in your own house, but Byron is used to it. In the previous months, he had spent more than half of his time in the wild. Spread a few rags, cover with a coat and blanket, and it's all night. When you wake up in the morning, it's hard to feel good.

Especially in Vekia, camping in the snow, the cold wind howling, and the only way to keep warm was a campfire and two blankets, although no one was frozen fingers, it was still a terrible memory.

However, it is this kind of life that can be regarded as devastating that allowed Byron to earn a lot of silver coins, and he has the current Peony mercenary.

Running a merchant is actually a very simple thing, and it is also a common way for the protagonists in the novels that Byron has read before to make money. At that time, he often doubted the IQ of the natives in the novel and the author's clichéd ideas, thinking that it was not so easy to make money. Besides, isn't it true that the local businessman is not as intelligent as the protagonist, and can't think of this?

He now realizes that he has one thing wrong, this way of buying and selling is really profitable. But he also thought about one thing, that is, it is really not easy to make money.

When Rhodok was smuggling, they would be very careful at night, even if they were escorted by soldiers, because the ferocious beasts hid in the nearby woodland. Moreover, poisonous insects and poisonous snakes that wake up from hibernation will easily kill them. When you climb over the mountains, if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

In addition to the natural conditions, bandits, robbers, pirates, and those who have chosen to plunder this path for different reasons are all objects to be wary of, and many merchants and travelers die at their hands every year.

He understood that while they were laughing at the local people who had been living comfortably and comfortably since childhood, they were also laughing at the local people who turned a blind eye to business opportunities, and perhaps they were also laughing at the merchants who risked their lives to earn a few silver coins. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and the reason why the profits of the running merchants are so large is precisely because this is a road that always carries the haze of death and is full of hardships. Ordinary people don't take any risks because of this.

"If I hadn't crossed over, my life would still be so ordinary. However, I still miss it. ”

Byron sighed and lay flat on the cover, looking at the top of the tent.

There was only a rag in front of him, but his custom had already floated through the tent and outside.