"In the New Year's Festival Challenge a few days ago, a young civilian from out of town defeated Redder the 'Redbeard', Kalius, the deputy head of the 'Blacksteel' mercenary group, and Baron Kester, who is known as 'Boomer's strongest swordsman'...... Seriously, Mr. Kalius has the strength of the first order of awakening, and Baron Kester's strength is even more widely known......"

"Did this young man win the championship in the end?"

Miss Mage continued to ask curiously—she saw the merchant nod slowly, and a look of longing appeared on his face.

In the tradition of the northern lands of the kingdom, the fourth to seventh days of the New Year's festival every year are the time when the men of the Elantra kingdom show their bravery—

Local lords, or some areas with strong martial arts, will always hold events such as knight tryouts, which become the focus of the people's attention during the New Year's festival, and the winners, not only can get rich rewards and the love of the maidens, but also have a great chance to get a great future.

Yes, if the identity is innocent, and it happens to not belong to any strength, it is easy to get the favor of those nobles. As for what exactly will happen, only the person concerned can decide.

Maybe it's a well-paid military position, or maybe it's a step away from being a commoner who is the envy of the commoners—verbal contempt can't hide the burning desire in the heart, and this identity happens to be the step away from the civilian identity.

"So, the young man's name?"

Gross heard Harvey, the merchant, and he turned around on horseback—

Aside from the "redbeard", he had heard of the names of Kalius and Baron Kester in his previous life, although these two characters were not very remarkable, but they were at least the local head snake of Boomer, and the latter had an extremely good guerrilla gun technique in addition to the strength of the first order of awakening.

An obscure civilian young man? Defeating Kalius "Tiger Claw" and Bernie Kester "The Verdant Spear" in a New Year's Festival challenge may sound a bit unbelievable, but in a way, it does seem like a "big deal" in the mouth of the merchants.

"Hey, let me think about it...... By the way, his name is Derek. A very thin young man, with a young girl by his side, perhaps because of the great power of love......"

The merchant did not "sell off" this time, and his words were like water unloading the sluice, and he quickly uttered a long long list.

"Derek?"

Gross was stunned when he heard this name, he didn't have the slightest impression of "Derek", it stands to reason that the young man who can step into the first stage of awakening during the year of the red moon will never be an unknown person-

If the other party is still a civilian from an ordinary background, it is even more impossible to detach from the impressions in Gross's mind.

However, "Derek"?

Gross, Scott, Oliver, and Stuart looked at each other a few times and became very unfamiliar with the name.

Gross and Harvey, the businessman, separated from each other from behind the Somado Stone Bridge, and with this curiosity, embarked on a journey to Boomer.

……

Talen, the small town of Lorenz.

"Today's lesson continues to explain the history of the mainland, aristocracy and politics."

The old man's voice was thick and dignified, and a silver-haired old man walked in a small room with a scroll in his hand, and a pair of unilateral gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes that he looked forward to from time to time did not become cloudy because of old age, on the contrary, the gray eyes faintly shone with a deep and wise light.

He turned around, his snow-white beard sweeping the hem of his white robe, and several young men in aristocratic attire in the room were listening attentively, occasionally grabbing the quill in his hand and writing "rustling" on the paper.

Northland Scholar, Grantham.

Outside the window, a row of birch trees, fresh green shoots had just been revealed on the vibrating branches, and a few mischievous white-headed finches were chirping and jumping in the branches, but this did not affect the concentration of these noble boys, Grantham held the scroll in his hand, looked up at the scenery outside the window, and continued to say in a calm and emotional voice:

"Arlandia's past glory is indispensable, the glorious scepter of the Bourbon royal family has been lost in the flames of war, and the once mighty empire has finally come to an irretrievable end after a long period of weakness......

The sun of the new day arrived, and the morning bell rang in Kolova Square, and it was from this moment that the vast territory of the empire lost the control of power, and our ancestor, His Majesty Frank Edwin in the fortress of Burtord, took up his sword and led the brave knights and armies to fight through the thorns and put down the rebellion, and after many years, finally put an end to that era of turmoil......"

"I read from the book that His Majesty Edwin was a great hero who saved the people from their misery. Teacher, right? ”

An aristocratic young man with blond hair and short ear-length hair asked, his voice hoarse with the kind of hoarseness peculiar to the adolescent voice change period, like a male duck that has just matured—

In front of his seat was a young boy in his early eights, and although his face barely pretended to be extremely serious, his eyes were so bright that he couldn't help but turn his bones to look out the window.

The male bald finch is courting and makes a very pleasant call. Unfortunately, just as the little boy was fascinated by what he was listening to, the old man with the scroll, the scholar Grantham, was already standing in front of his little desk—

"Sosa."

"Ah, teacher."

Although Grantham is old, his back is still straight, and judging from his figure, it can be vaguely seen that this famous scholar used to be graceful -

The sunlight shone through the light green paper on the window, and the light spots cast bright spots on the wooden floor, and the little boy saw that the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and suddenly recovered from that stunned state.

He only glanced up slightly at Grantham, and then turned his attention back to the spread out scrolls and notes, which he had not expected at all, but he had only been distracted for a few seconds before he was caught by his own teacher.

That's terrible! He lowered his head and secretly flattened his mouth—hoping that the teacher would not complain to his mother or sister, Sosa, who was in his early eights, couldn't help but think secretly.

"What do you think about the question Phoenix just asked?"

Grantham stopped in front of his young student, looked at Phoenix, and then turned his gaze to Sosa's full forehead—the boy never lifted his head to avoid the stern gaze of the teacher.

"Teacher, what's the problem?"

After a while, as if this gaze had a special magic, little Sosa finally couldn't sit still, he opened his mouth, but still made his own immature voice.