For the tradition-conscious nobles of the Holy Empire, it was an intolerable fact to have a commoner kid become the leader of the Student Council.

Nobility, this word represents honor, history and status, and the common people can only look up to the nobility when they are born, which is rooted in the upper echelons of the Holy Empire, especially for a class like knights, this idea is worth defending with their swords and lives.

It's not just Gawain who thinks this way, all the aristocratic students who are influenced by the traditional spirit don't want to face this fact in their bones, and try to change it by all means.

The best way to do this is through a duel, and if Roland loses the duel, his prestige ceases to exist, and the chairmanship is in name only.

As a recognized leader among the aristocratic students, Gawain challenged Roland at a student assembly.

However, Roland's record proved that his strength is not just reflected in his daily exam results.

Gawain will never forget that day, in the dueling ring, Roland took less than five minutes to knock him out of the ring.

This kept him in the academy unable to hold his head up for a long time.

"A country boy has become the winner of the competition, and I am afraid that this competition will make the commoners who are watching the drama happy. Gawain's eyes were gloomy, "But I hope that all the nobles of the empire will remember this day, it is a shame for all nobles." ”

"If Roland really wins this game, he will be one of the nobles in the future. Metternich reminded his companion, "I know you hate the Chairman, but we should try to accept him as much as we can, at least you can't get too stiff." ”

"So what, even if His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope reward him, it won't change the fact that he is a commoner. Gawain said disgustedly, and at the same time added in a weird way, "Of course, there will definitely be many nouveau riche who are impatient to marry their daughters to him afterwards, but unfortunately, those ladies don't know that our Chairman's future goal is to become a paladin and vow not to marry for the rest of his life." ”

"The you're talking about also includes the granddaughter of His Excellency Archmage Joey. Metternich knew a lot of rumors, and laughed and teased.

"I wish that Miss Claudia would throw her arms on him at once, and that it would be better for Lord Joey to burn Roland the Hillbilly to charred or throw him into some savage plane than if he had won the championship. Gawain's face was gloomy and he glanced in a certain direction behind him.

The "hillbilly" in his mouth was standing under a tree, it was a blonde young man with a gentle smile on his face, accepting the flattery and compliments of his peers around him, the knights who were able to enter the Palatine Academy were undoubtedly the elite of the elite, but in front of this person standing under the tree, they were destined to be only foils and embellishments.

Roland Austen, in the Palatine Academy and throughout Olympia, was considered a knight of genius on a par with Diana, the "Moon of the Empire", and one of them was nicknamed "The Sun of the Empire".

And this nickname, he himself really deserves it.

During the three years of study at the Academy, he was ranked first in every examination, and often several points higher than the second place, which was extremely rare in the history of the talented Palatine Academy.

Whether it is the level of swordsmanship, military theory, knightly etiquette, continental history and geography, imperial politics, theology, logic, all the assessment subjects, Roland's results are full marks.

All the instructors who had taught him had given him high praise, and while the other students were still struggling with how to write a paper that would give him a passing grade, Roland's military thesis had already appeared on the desk of the Imperial War Department.

However, he was a civilian.

Gawain stared at the face of the blonde young man in the distance, much more handsome than himself, and his disgust was even more disgusted, this face would undoubtedly make him comfortable if it had grown on a nobleman, but the appearance of a knight of humble origin like Roland made him even more annoyed.

In the final analysis, it is still the arrogant aristocratic mentality of Gawain, for the superiors, they are often able to tolerate the defects of the lowly, but it is difficult to tolerate the excellence of the lowly.

At this time, a second face appeared in the room, almost as handsome as Roland, but the cold arrogance made people stay away, and the Paladin student who recognized the owner of this face showed a look of surprise and silence.

Rommel Kate.

Didn't this dragon lance enter the Royal Academy of Magic?

Ignoring the hostile and startled gaze thrown around him, the Dragon Vein Warlock walked calmly into a tent, "I'm here to sign up." ”

The mentor in charge of registration looked up at him and frowned, "Dragonlancer?"

"Does it matter who I am? Again, I'm here to sign up. Rommel's tone was calm.

"Interesting, however, there has never been a young powerhouse outside the empire in the martial arts conference. The mentor said. "If you want to save some face for the defeat of the dragon lance ten years ago, you can challenge any student in the academy, and I believe that no one will refuse. ”

The instructor's tone was flat, but the mockery was already on the verge of it.

Rommel was unexpectedly angry, "I think the rest of the Holy Empire should be interested in defeating me. ”

By the time he said this, several Paladine students had already gathered around.

"Who do you think you are?" the instructor sarcastically said, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the eyes of the students around him throwing at him.

He remembered a name.

"I'm sorry, I'll tell the academy's top brass about this, after all, there is no precedent for people from outside the empire to participate in martial arts conferences. The instructor's tone was no longer as tough as it had been.

He activated the magic teleportation crystal on the table, and to his surprise, he received an answer after about half an hour.

Pass.

Concise and concise reply.

When Rommel left the tent, a group of cadets stayed where they were and whispered.

"This guy actually signed up?" Metternich couldn't believe it, "what are those guys on the school council thinking?"

Gao Wen, who was standing on the side, had a cloudy face.

Rommel walked on the grass of the Palatine Academy with his hands in his hands, attracting the burning eyes of many female cadets along the way, and the knights from all over the empire did not know Rommel, but they were still envious of the demeanor of the dragon vein warlock, and then they were ashamed of themselves.

Roland, who was standing under the tall plane tree, also saw Rommel, and raised his delicate eyebrows, and his intuition told him that this young man was not a simple person, and perhaps a very troublesome opponent.

However, this did not affect his confidence in winning.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but the Dragon Vein Warlock's gaze happened to turn to his side.

The Holy Empire and the Dragon Lance Dynasty, the eyes of the two most remarkable of the young generation of the two empires, are recognized.

One is cold and arrogant, the other is gentle and firm, and there is a clear distinction.

The intersecting sight of the two geniuses did not stir up earth-shattering sparks as described in many novels, but they only touched each other like a dragonfly and separated.

Rommel walked to the gate of the academy, and finally glanced at the ancient academy behind him, looking at the magnificent buildings with vicissitudes of life, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

The old guys of the Holy Empire, as always, still like to intrigue in secret, and will never do anything truly meaningful for the people in their own realm.

What will such an empire use to block the spears and iron swords of my dragon lance?

He thought with a sneer.

As he reached the gate, he saw a strange swordsman, walking briskly through the gate, a slender swordsman wearing a black coat with a buttoned coat common in Olympia, and the sword at his waist was as slender as his figure, wrapped in a dark green scabbard.

The black-clad swordsman wore a silver mask in a very unusual style, and such masks abound in the shops of Olympia.

For some reason, seeing this person, Rommel felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.