The Elven Ranger stood up, the railing of the stands just to his waist was not an obstacle at all, and he single-handedly propped himself up and climbed over it, landing on the ground with less movement than an acorn could make.

Cremar looked left and right as another game began, full of excitedly waving hands, sparkling eyes, shouting mouths, and bewildered heads, and he didn't think they would notice that someone was in need of a way out of the place, and he followed the Ranger's example and jumped straight into the arena from his seat.

It wasn't until he jumped out of the stands, and was on the same level as the knight, that Cremar found that he was tall, almost like a muscular half-ogre, and of course, his exposed face was human, a face worthy of praise, but it was a rough and tough beauty, his skin was light brown, and his eyes were gray, but lighter than the color of his hair, with a transparent texture, and he had a beard, which was called a "short box"; A short iron-gray beard that extends from the temples to the lower jaw, the ends are trimmed and only about an inch long, the lower part of the lips is completely shaved except for the hollow in the middle, and above the lips is a thin beard in the shape of a "straight line", the end of which is connected to the beard of the temples.

His shoulders and chest were especially broad and thick, and when he hugged the Elven Ranger, Cremar felt like a giant bear hugging a slender unicorn.

"Ah, you brought a little friend. The gray-haired knight said.

The shouts of the people were so deafening that they almost drowned out his voice—the horses driven by the challenged knights fell less than five feet beside them, kicking up enough dust to engulf a man.

"Doesn't it matter if we walk around the field?" Grimmar stared at the red horse that neighed and tried to stand up, but was dragged down by his stupid master.

"You can go wherever you like, but you can't disturb the knights, and besides, they're not responsible for protecting your life. The gray-haired knight explained.

Though he had said this, he cautiously led Kerribben and Cremar out of the range where they might be affected—they had come to his camp, which was safe, but it was a bit noisy, and the blacksmiths were busy mending the weapons and armor that had been broken in the race, and the squires were running to serve the knights, putting on and taking off their armor and robes, putting away their weapons, and bringing hay, roast, and water to feed the hungry and thirsty horses and their masters. The physician and the priest were busy treating them, and some knights insisted that their injuries were insignificant, but those in charge of treating them always thought they were going to die if they were not treated, and the two opposing opinions led to petty quarrels and even fights.

The captured knights were not satisfied with the amount of ransom they had to pay, some of them felt that it was too much, like the one captured by the gray-haired knight, which was easier to solve, because most of the knights valued honor over gold, and some felt that it was too little to match his honorable status, and the knight who had captured him insisted on asking for more for the above reasons...... Bards dressed in flamboyant costumes celebrated this noble act around them, playing castanets, snare drums, and playing the ukele and the soltri, the latter of fifteen strings and an isosceles trapezoidal plank, favored by the knights for its high, sharp sound as if the striking of weapons against each other. But it is not easy to play it well, for its strings are not to be plucked but to be struck, otherwise you will not be able to hear it at all—noble maidens often need to use small hammers or similar instruments to play it, and the troubadours who are much stronger than them are tired from having sore fingers after playing many pieces.

If so, they would take out their flutes and clarinets and blow a witty little snippet or two to buy a little time to rest.

However, their hard work is always rewarded, and the winning knights will not hesitate to show their generosity, and silver, gold, or part of the knight's equipment that is used as a ransom will be used as a reward or gift.

Therefore, during the jousting competition, the knights' camp is simply a place where they can quarrel with the living and the dead.

The gray-haired knight was the leader of these knights, and his tent was the largest, located in the center of the camp, and in front of the tent stood a flagpole hanging his banner - black and red embroidered with a grizzly bear standing upright, with both palms raised, facing a greatsword, and above the grizzly bear and the greatsword, was the emblem of Tyre, flanked by broken drapes, and they were surrounded by shield-shaped thorns.

The tents are made of bison leather, which is thick and sturdy, but it is not as good in terms of sound insulation.

But as soon as the dark-haired young man walked in, the tent suddenly became quiet, and the sound outside became faint and uniform, like the rustle of the trees when the night wind blew.

"I hope you don't mind my pretensions," said the Ranger, "or we'll have to find another place to talk." ”

"That's good," said the gray-haired knight, "spellcaster?" he said to Cremar.

"Mage Kremard," Kerryburn introduced to each other, "and Berdwin of Thundercastle...... Baldwin, I notice a change in your coat of arms - should I still call you Baldwin of Castle Thunder, or should I call you Your Excellency?"

"Don't make fun of me," said the gray-haired knight, "well, I must confess that it is a gift that makes me restless from time to time—I have only done my duty, and the Majesty whom I have sworn allegiance has always been so generous and generous, that he will not allow me to refuse this honor—what will you do with me, and he will drape my cloak embroidered with the new coat of arms, and let me drink from the golden cup with the new coat of arms...... But my fiefdom is still Thundercastle, and that is as eternal as our friendship," he said, bowing slightly to Cremar, "let's be friends, I'm going to be hard pressed to find a place where I can relax and speak my mind." ”

He said so, and did so, and after Cremar had returned the salute, he called his attendants to help him take off his burdensome armor, put his weapons aside, and told them to bring him food and wine.

The wine brought by the attendant was blue-purple, and Cremar tasted it, sweet and spicy, mellow as if it had been stored for hundreds of years.

"Perhaps you need to mix it with a little water or light wine, which can easily be drunk," said Baldwin, "because it is as sweet as mead, but ten times or more strong than it—and some people who are not good at drinking it will even swallow a fatal amount because they covet its sweetness." There was only a low couch in his tent, and there were no chairs, so he simply sat down with his guests, leaning on the velvet cushions that his attendants had brought from elsewhere.

"Luckily, it's only produced in the Northland," says Kerryburn, "and it's produced in very low quantities." ”

"For it takes more than skill, grapes and barrels to make this wine," said Berdwin, "and it takes the blue eyes of fate—my people are now praying to Aureul that she will bring frost and low temperatures to their vineyards at the right time—what do you think? ”

"No one can predict where the gods will go," Kerribben said, "but this year's Dragonspine Mountains will probably be warmer than ever." ”

"That's not really good news. "The warmth of the cold winter brings only mud, mosquitoes, pestilences, ......"

"And the orcs. Carey added.

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