Chapter 18: The Ancient Family (II)

Pompeo has had the potential to become a politician since he was a child, and even his father, who has nothing to look good at politicians in a profession with a hypocritical face, has to admit that it is this group of politicians who have been shuffling the cards again and again for thousands of years to change the pattern on the mainland.

The current head of the family of Gnaeus is not the unbelievably good life of Horasan who once arrogantly provoked the ancient family of Hashemite in St. Peter's city with a thousand-year-old heritage, Count Werewolf? Gnaeus, but Ibn Ibn who was the father of the Earl of Horasan, who was known for his manic bloodlust, had been in the tower for many years, sitting on a bench? Gnaeus.

It is precisely because of the eighty-year-old head of the Gnaeus family that Pompey, the grandson who at least has the potential to be a politician, was not obliterated by his father Khorasan, who was very disgusted with the existence of politicians.

Few people still remember that the head of the Gnaeus family, with his keen political insight and shrewd and intelligent mind, once pushed the declining Gnaeus family to the throne of the first family in Alder City, and forced the originally glorious Flavi family to submit to the second.

And the once glorious head of the family of Gnaeus once said to the man who was manic and cruel in front of him, but in front of him he was as tame as a sheep: The revival of the family of Gnaeus depends on Pompey.

Although Khorasan was not interested in politics, he also heard the meaning of his father Ibn's words, didn't it mean that Pompey had a high political talent? The Gnaeus family has achieved its current glory not because of dozens of knights who fought for the Empire, but because of a politician who cannot be found in many imperial historical documents.

Horasan sighed with joy and sigh when he heard this from his father, and in his plan for Pompey he wanted Pompey to become a valiant knight, and although Pompey had a great talent for politics, he had an extraordinary talent for knighthood. Since then, Horasan has been confronting Demacia in the southern border of the empire for many years, rarely returning to the city.

Therefore, under the cultivation of the head of the Gnaeus family, Pompey's super political talent was tapped step by step. Three years ago, Ibn, who was as silent as Pompey and even indifferent, said to his grandson, who rarely smiled: "I have left everything to you to be a politician, and what happens to you next is up to you." ”

Pompey had already become a qualified politician three years ago, and now, three years later, this politician who has gradually moved from a qualified politician to the label of excellent cannot understand the real thoughts of the commoner in front of him, why does this calm person challenge the aristocracy? Didn't he understand that he was pushing himself into a corner?

If Pompey had been born a commoner, and had been an ambitious commoner, I am afraid that he would have understood Augustus' thoughts. Pompey had always remembered his grandfather's admonition not to despise the commoners, but he also forgot that the best way not to despise them was to approach the civilians, understand them, and then control them.

Therefore, Pompey did not know what Augustus was thinking, just as Pompey did not know what Augustus was doing at this moment.

Augustus looked at the aristocratic young master Orit in front of him with a smile, and his words were already full of respect. His tone was still very humble, and he said, "Dear Young Master Orit, do you think that with the wisdom of Young Master Aisen, he will lose his judgment because of the words of a stupid guy like a pig?" If Master Oritt thinks so, then Augustus doesn't mind taking him as the greatest compliment I've ever heard. ”

Calm and modest words, but a smile hidden in a knife. The provocative look in the underlying meaning of the words had already been revealed, and what made Pompey feel a little shocked was that this civilian did not forget to increase the contradiction between Eisen and the others and Orit when he made such provocative words.

Is he trying to isolate Orit?

Pompey found that the situation was out of his control at the moment, but who could stop the conflict between Orit and Augustus now? Pompey swept over Eisen and the others, those few? Shook his head. Those few faces gloating like watching a play already show that it is impossible. Myself? Pompey knows how many pounds and taels he has, although he is a friend of Orit, but what Orit wants to do is not something he can stop. Obviously, Augustus in front of him has provoked Orit's anger.

As a young powerhouse second only to that woman in Alder City, who else could stop him?

In the next moment, Orit's behavior made a nobleman and the civilian recruits who were watching cautiously around him couldn't help but be nervous and excited, and Orit actually showed a cold smile on his cold face after Augustus finished saying this, and at the same time, his hand actually grasped the sword on his waist that cost nearly a thousand Caesar gold coins?

Oh, my God. Was Orit going to kill this hateful civilian?

No one doubts that Orit does not have this strength, and no one doubts that Orit does not have this courage! Commoners, this is the Kriggs Law protector class. Any nobleman who kills a commoner for no reason is punished. But in other words, if the nobles killed the commoners, it would be nothing more than nothing to be compensated for some Caesar gold coins.

In the past and now, there are few people who are as upright, brave, kind, and authoritative as Kriggs, who made the Law of Kriggs, and are worshiped by commoners, nobles, wealthy, and slaves.

Therefore, as long as Orit is willing, the Flavi family can treat Augustus' death as an accident, or Augustus, a pariah, dare to provoke the nobles, and then pay a few Caesars gold to end it. And the majority of civilians are more than willing to accept such an outcome.

Therefore, when Orit held the sword at his waist, both the nobles and the civilian recruits who were watching couldn't help but get nervous, looking at Orit and Augustus.

This is another old confrontation between the commoners and the aristocracy.

Augustus, who rarely had the opportunity to deal with people like the noble young master, didn't seem to feel the danger at all, looked up and down at the Oryt holding the sword, and said something that made everyone present stunned and crazy, and said: "I have heard Archbishop Raphael say that the young master of the Flavi family is the most elegant and superb young master of the noble kendo he has ever seen, but would the young master of Aurett be willing to let me, a pariah who has the potential to become a knight in the mouth of General Ergat, see your superb swordsmanship?" With a playful smile on his face, Augustus bowed his head respectfully and took about five steps back.

The square was surrounded by recruits, so it was not spacious. When Augustus regressed, so did the other recruits. When Augustus took the fifth step, Augustus stopped, slowly removed the fierce bow of his father's beloved Saud from his shoulder, held it in his left hand, and then very skillfully took out a bow and arrow from his back.

Bend the bow and draw the bow into the shape of a full moon in an instant, and the arrow is aimed directly at Orit.

In an instant, the originally solemn atmosphere instantly evolved into a solemn situation.

Looking at the bow and arrow pointed at him, Orit's handsome face, which was already slightly pale, turned even paler. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, like a blood-toothed black panther returning to the mountains and forests, staring at this untouchable man who dared to provoke the majesty of the king.

"Bloodtooth Panther? I've killed wild boars, I've captured saber-toothed tigers, but I haven't killed the bloodtooth panther, the king of alders, and that's funny! For Orit's beast-like eyes full of murderous intent, Augustus still had a bright smile on his face, but the bow and arrow in his hand showed no sign of retraction, Augustus didn't mind bowing to this unusual noble young master again and doing the courtesy of a commoner to a nobleman, and said: "Could it be that Young Master Oritt thinks that Augustus, a commoner, is not worthy of seeing your superb swordsmanship?" In that case, then I don't know if Master Oritt will let Augustus go! ”

When Augustus drew his fiery bow. Everyone walked away from the square, leaving a square for the two of them. Few people knew how good Augustus was at swordsmanship, and if this commoner had the courage to shoot that arrow, if he didn't have good archery. Wouldn't that be a possibility of letting yourself suffer from the fish in the pond, and everyone didn't want to be the darling of the goddess of doom.

Originally, everyone was waiting for the reaction of Orit, who was undoubtedly much more dazzling than Augustus standing in the square, but the first thing they didn't want to hear was the lowly commoner.

"How. Is this civilian showing weakness? ”

"Civilians are always civilians, guys who don't have a little courage!"

When Augustus said this, several nobles who were ready to watch the show showed disappointment on their faces. At the same time, I couldn't help but feel contempt in my heart. It was the recruits who were nearly twenty times the size of these six nobles who also showed a look of disappointment but understanding, how could the commoners compete with the nobles who were high up? This has become the concept of most civilians in Valoran, except for those tribes who are not yet an empire.

Hearing this sentence of Augustus's weak words, Orit did not relax his vigilance at all, although he was angry that the civilian in front of him dared to aim the bow and arrow at him, but he knew very well that the fierce bow drawn by the civilian in front of him was not an ordinary bow, but a strong bow that most of the hunters in the city were not satisfied with, and the lethality was amazing.

Orit wasn't sure if he would be able to dodge it at such close range when the perverted civilian unleashed a full string of arrows.

There is a saying in the aristocratic world: adventure is what commoners and knights do, and we nobles only need to lie on the warm chuang and watch this group of people perform!

If you can't take risks, don't take risks, this is the most common saying of all the big nobles and old nobles. Orit, who became the heir of the Flavi family, was naturally instilled by his grandfather and father with this wise saying in the aristocratic world since he was a child.

Orit was eager to try his hand at whether this guy's archery skills could threaten him, but he had some scruples. Augustus's words made Orit's originally complex emotions not relax at all, but became more dignified.

"This is a cunning civilian with wisdom and courage who knows how to gamble." Although Orit knew that his good friend Pompey valued the darling of the Urgart general, he did not really value it in his heart, and now he valued Augustus to a point where even Eisen, who had always competed with him, could not be compared.

Orit took a breath in his heart, he decided to take a gamble and not say a word, wouldn't it be a discredit to the Flavi family?

In the eyes of everyone, Orit was still holding the sword, and his face was still coldly looking at Augustus who was pointing at him with an arrow, and said: "You want to see my sword, do you have that qualification?" Augustus. ”

Everyone thought that Orit's expression was the same as just now, but Pompey, who was observant, noticed that the arrogance on Orit's face had disappeared, did Orit recognize this opponent?

Eisen didn't think too much about it, and when he heard Orit's words, he couldn't help but laugh, and Orit really couldn't help but lose his temper. At this moment, he really expected Augustus to shoot an arrow.

The thought hadn't gone around in his mind yet, "Bang! A loud puncture sound sounded in his ears, and the air seemed to explode in an instant, and then in an exclamation, Eisen felt a strong air current bring a violent hurricane in the square.

When Eisen's eyes looked at his old rival, Orit, he noticed an arrow speeding towards Orit, and Eisen's head was clouded at this scene. Suddenly, his mind exploded, and he thought of a sentence in his head: This commoner really dares to provoke the nobles?

At that time, Eisen was not the only one who was blinded, the three fox friends Ural, Kepler, and Roger beside him were also stunned and shocked, the most rational Pompey was also stunned, and the group of recruits watching the battle also had the same stunned expression.

Oh my God, Augustus dared to shoot a bow at the nobles, did he want to murder Orit? Many of the recruits thought that the recruits who had been disdainful and disdainful of Augustus's bowing in front of the nobles had all vanished when Augustus had the courage to shoot at Oretra. In its place, admiration and excitement followed.

At this moment, they were shocked and worried about Augustus who shot the arrow.

With a bang, the arrow shot at Orit grazed the immobile Orit's cheek no more than three inches away. Shot backwards, directly hitting a wall nearly two or three hundred meters away from Orit.

The tip of the arrow was plunged deep into the wallstone.

Although the arrow that shot in the air like lightning did not really hit Orit, Orit still felt a sharp pain on his right cheek like a knife, and Orit, who could maintain his sanity at any time, even immediately drew his sword and cut the civilian in front of him who was holding a bow and shooting arrows into seven or eight pieces.

The arrow didn't really hit him, though. But Orit knew that the humble-looking young man in front of him was not incapable of hitting his target, but deliberately missed. Isn't that a provocation?

Provocations of commoners against the nobility.

Augustus calmly put his bow back on his shoulders and smiled helplessly at the group of nobles in front of him. He sighed softly: "It seems that Augustus did not have the honor of looking at the sword of Young Master Orit, since this is the case, then Augustus left." Immediately, Augustus made a noble salute to Orit, and with a faint smile on his face, he walked out of the square.

No one has stopped the civilian, who has just made a shocking and provocative move.

A large number of recruits immediately made way for Augustus and watched him leave as if he were a hero—and what had been initially disdain turned into fanatical worship!

In the Noxian Empire, how many commoners had the courage to aim an arrow at a noble nobleman like Augustus? They didn't know if there was anything outside of the city, but inside the city, Augustus was the first person in decades.

The nobles are not stupid, they may be arrogant, but when they regain their sanity and composure, they immediately understand what they had not figured out. Eisen was naturally not a fool, if he was really a fool, he would not have received the title of baron granted by the Empire at the age of sixteen?

When Augustus shot the arrow, he realized that his nobles had all been toyed with by a lowly commoner. Eisen's face turned blue and white, and there was a trace of doubt about the calmness of hatred and fear that this man who had the courage to shoot arrows at the heir of the Flavi family, the first family of the city of Ulders: why did this commoner provoke their group of nobles? Isn't he afraid of retribution at the recruit tournament?

Eisen, who didn't know how to put himself in the other party's shoes, naturally didn't understand Augustus's simple thoughts! When the lord of Urgart pushed him into front of the limelight, he was destined to have no place among the nobles, and if he could not succeed in becoming the first in the recruit tournament and joining the first knight academy of the empire, then the only thing that awaited him was the judgment of the nobles.

A toy abandoned by the lord of the castle is still an eyesore, if not worth mentioning, and sometimes the nobles don't mind wasting some energy, knowing this kind of rubbish.

Therefore, Augustus has long stopped caring about offending the so-called nobles, and shooting arrows at the Oretra bow today only deepens the hatred of the nobles against him, so is there any heavier price? Naturally not.

In Augustus's eyes, the arrow he had just shot was a very good deal, and although he had become completely hostile to the nobles of Alder City, at least this group of commoners who were in the same class as him had won their respect under his arrow.

Looking at Augustus's resolute departing back, only Pompey seemed to understand the thoughts of this civilian whose strength and intelligence were not low.

"Augustus, you will see my sword in Stiroland Square, and I swear by the glory of the Flavi family!" Augustus was about to take the last step out of the square when a familiar voice in a cold tone sounded behind him.

Isn't that Orit, the pride of the Flavi family?

The corners of Augustus's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and he didn't stop, and continued to walk forward, but he dropped a sentence that was very arrogant but seemed very true at the moment: "I hope that Young Master Orit's sword is sharp enough to cut off Augustus's head, otherwise just wait to see the lowly Augustus enter the First Knight Academy of the Empire!" ”

Another provocation, this provocative word was not hidden under the words, but like a sword out of the sheath, it was directly and decisively placed in front of everyone.

This is a provocation that Chiluoluo does not hide in any way.

If this sentence was said by Augustus, who did not shoot the arrow just now, then Orit would only smile coldly and laugh it off. But now the young nobleman, who was recognized as the second only to the woman, was in a heavy and solemn mood. Orit squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the not burly but very sturdy back, and an irrepressible sentence appeared in his heart: "Augustus, I will use your blood to witness me becoming the academy of the First Knight Academy of the Empire, I'm Orit?" Flavi swears. (To be continued.) )