That night, Han Ji and the others finished a sumptuous dinner and were discussing and chatting in a room.

"Turksky, is it going well today?" Han Ji sat at the top of the seat, picked up a glass of whiskey and asked Tulsky.

"Sir, it's going well, the iron and furs we brought with us are still loved by the merchants of Sagoth, and in a few days' time all the goods will be traded back for what we want." Tulsky said to Han Ji with a smile.

"Yes, that's good news, it looks like we don't have to stay in Sagoth for too long, so I'll leave it to you, Tursky." Han Ji nodded at Tursky and said.

"Sir, don't worry, I'll get it done." Tulsky said respectfully.

"Everyone, if it's okay, let's go to the arena tomorrow to cheer us on!" Han Ji looked at Arthur and the others and said.

"Zilong, Sister Mulan, it's up to the two of you tomorrow! I'm optimistic about you, you can bet on the final stage of the competitive tournament, and then we will have a lot of income! Han Ji said to the two of them with a smile.

"Lord, Zhao Zilong should go all out!" Zhao Yun responded with a straight face to Han Ji.

"Little Brother Han, just buy all the money tomorrow and I'll win!" Hua Mulan stood up and said confidently to Han Ji.

"Tomorrow's game, I will definitely win!" Hua Mulan glanced at Zhao Yun with a pretty eye, "Even if the opponent is General Zhao Yun, I will prove it to everyone, who said that women are inferior to men!" Mulan looked around at several male heroes and said with a look of disbelief.

"Ahem, Sister Mulan, that's a lot of money, it's better to bet on you and Zilong separately, after all, accidents will inevitably happen in the game, so it's better to be appropriate!" Han Ji looked at Mulan with an embarrassed face and said, although he was more optimistic about the 7th-order and 20th-level Mulan, Zhao Yun always rarely disappointed, so he planned to bet on both heads.

"Little Brother Han! I said buy me! Do you look down on women! You said! With a murderous expression, Mulan pulled out her big sword and put it on Han Ji's neck and said.

"Buy, buy, buy! I'll buy you all, Sister Mulan, put down your sword quickly! Everybody's watching! Han Ji looked at Mulan with a black line on his face and said.

Arthur, Zhao Yun and the others sat on their knees, ignoring this strange scene and watching Mulan's behavior threatening Han Ji.

"It's pretty much the same, little brother Han, I really didn't misunderstand you, you are a good person!" When Mulan heard Han Ji say this, she took the sword back from Han Ji's neck with satisfaction, and handed out a good person card.

"You're forcing a consensus!" Han Ji, who was issued a good person card, helplessly complained about Mulan in his heart.

"Sister Mulan, tomorrow, it's really all up to you! If you lose, we're going to drink the northwest wind! Han Ji said to Mulan with a wry smile.

"Hmph, little brother Han, don't worry! I'm going to win tomorrow, so just wait and count the money! Hua Mulan confidently promised: "If I lose, I will compensate myself!" Hua Mulan patted her chest and said to Han Ji with a grin.

"Well, then you'd better lose the game! ......" Han Ji's eyes looked at Mulan's well-developed chest muscles, and silently cursed Mulan in his heart for losing the game.

Marco Polo silently took a piece of parchment and began to record: "In the summer of 1250 in the year of the Calradia continent, the Valkyrie Brünnhild Magnolia Flower made a promise of victory with a sword against the Marquis of Dingyuan, Squeses Gruenward Han, in the tavern of Sagoth in the Nord Kingdom. ”

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"Welcome to this tournament, I am the initiator of this tournament, King Ragnar of the Nord Kingdom!" Ragnar, dressed in full costume, appeared on the high platform of the arena with a vote of veteran aristocrats.

Han Ji saw some familiar faces, Olaf Yar, Rudayar, Gangdeyar and others in the game, of course, they no longer use the traditional Nord title of Yar, but use the title of duke, uncle, baron to distinguish them.

"Guys, today is my son, Torres's rite of passage!" Ragnar said, pointing to Torres beside him.

"Every adult male in the Nord kingdom must be proficient in the use of swords and shields, and Torres, as the prince of the Nord kingdom, should have outstanding performance to prove that he is qualified to lead the Nord subjects to battle and win!" Ragnar said loudly with a calm and majestic expression.

"Outstanding leadership skills need to be proven on the battlefield! However, the reputation for bravery and good fighting can be earned in the arena! Ragnar said to everyone.

"Now, Torres, it's time for you to prove yourself! Go ahead! Don't let me down, don't disappoint the subjects of the Nord, no one without prestige is not qualified to be King of the Nord! Ragnar said to Torres in a deep voice.

"Father, Torres won't let everyone down!" Torres said confidently to Ragnar.

"Game on!" With the ringing of a bell, the game officially began.

"Oh! Come on! His Royal Highness Prince Torres! "Viscount Reyek, you are the best! "Viscount Garrard, will definitely win the championship!" The audience began to enthusiastically shout for the contestants they supported, among all of them, Torres, Gallard, and Reyeke were the most vocal, they were the most famous three of the young generation of the Nord Kingdom, the strength of Garrard and Reyek had already been shown in the arena, and now it was up to Prince Torres to perform in his first competitive tournament.

In addition to the exciting duels to enjoy, there are also exciting bets, and if you can bet on the final winner, the huge rewards are enough to make people crazy.

"Prince Torres Champion, 10 Dinars!" A middle-aged man took out ten gold coins from inside his clothes and slapped them on the betting staff's table.

"Your Highness Torres wins, bet 10 dinars and win 25 dinars!" The worker quickly made a bet on the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, Viscount Rejerk, Champion, 20 dinars!" Another man walked up, snorted coldly at the man in front of him, and paid for the victory of Rejek.

"Viscount Reyek, bet 20 dinars and win 48 dinars!" The staff did it quickly.

"His Royal Highness Torres is the son of King Ragnar, he has been trained by him since he was a child, he will surely win the championship, and your dinar has flown away!" The middle-aged man said with a sneer at the latecomer.

"Oh! King Ragnar said that when he was young, he was not as good as Viscount Reyek, doesn't that tell the story? The latecomer also responded with a sneer.

The two of them bet on different objects, of course, they are arguing with each other.

"You two, can you let me pass?" Tulsky said politely to the two people who were blocking the way.

"Fool, just wait and cry!" The middle-aged man sneered and walked away.

"Idiot, you're doomed!" The latecomer looked at the other person's back and stretched out a middle finger.

"Dude, bet? Listen to me, Viscount Reyeke will win! The latecomer said enthusiastically to Tulsky.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm just helping a Jazz complete a bet, and I may not be able to listen to your kindness." Tulsky politely refused, then walked over to the staff.

"Bang" Tursky threw down a large package with a clanging metal crash inside, "Female Samurai Champion Brunhild No. 34, 1000 dinars!" ”