If this is the case, then Jamila will be in a very difficult situation. And Oslo will definitely use his money and power to use many insidious means to achieve his goal of marrying Jamila.

It's not hard to guess why Oslo is so confident that he will win tomorrow's athletic championship - partly because his martial arts skills are so good that even a fighter like Kersmod can't take advantage of him. On the other hand, it naturally involves shady transactions, and through these transactions, Oslo can be said to have basically controlled the direction of this athletic conference, and has determined the outcome of tomorrow's athletic conference. In other words, he has already made himself the champion of tomorrow's athletic conference, and if there is no accident, the champion must be him.

And Oslo was able to win the championship of tomorrow's athletic conference nine times out of ten, and he also took some special measures to rule out some surprises, such as Enqi.

It was rumored on the street that Eun Qi was unable to participate in the competition because of an unhealed leg injury, but in fact, after a few days of treatment and recuperation, the arrow wound on Eun Qi's leg has basically healed. Because his arrow wound was not deep, the snowfield bandit who shot this arrow at him had been pierced through the brain by Enqi's quick spear at the same time as he shot this arrow. Although the arrow was still shot, it was already lacking in strength, and it only pierced into Enqi's thigh lightly.

Not only was his leg injury healed, but he was so excited when he learned that Kurau was about to host a competitive tournament that he couldn't wait to sign up for. However, when he was about to go to the arena in high spirits, Beruga stopped him and made it clear that he could not go to the arena. Enqi asked the reason in surprise, and Beruga said that since Enqi had become the guardian of his family, he could no longer casually show his face outside and show off, so as not to cause some unnecessary trouble for him and Jamila to come back.

Although there is a little truth to this reason, it seems too far-fetched to make Enqi give up participating in this competitive conference. However, from the day he decided to stay at Beruga's house, Enqi had made Beruga the object of his allegiance, and from then on he obeyed his words and would never disobey him in the slightest, which was a manifestation of his chivalrous spirit of loyalty and trustworthiness. Although he was not knighted and was not recognized by the public, he always demanded that he abide by the spirit of chivalry and express himself like a true knight.

As his master, Beruga asked him not to attend the upcoming athletic convention, so he had to suppress his enthusiasm and comply with Beruga's request like a knight following the orders of his lord.

And the real reason why Belluga asked him not to participate in this athletic tournament, of course, Enqi will not know. In fact, Enqi's participation in the athletic tournament will surely be excellent with his superior fighting skills, especially his spear skills, which will not only allow him to gain personal honor, but also add glory to Beiluga as his master. From the point of view of personal wishes, Belluga was very supportive of Enqi's participation in the athletic conference, but under the coercion and temptation of someone, Beruga had no choice but to give up his personal will, comply with that person's request, and prevent Enqi from participating in the athletic tournament.

There was no doubt that the man was none other than Oslo. Oslo knew Enqi very well about his character, and knew that he was arrogant and cold, and that money and power were not enough to tempt him. If Enqi participates in this competitive conference, he will definitely become a very headache opponent for Oslo, and if he can't say that he will win the championship nine times out of ten, he will be taken away by Enqi. Therefore, Oslo tried every means to prevent Enqi from participating in this athletic conference, and the key point was Enqi's current owner, Belluga.

When Beruga returned home three days earlier, he learned from his wife that his future son-in-law, Soraton, had been killed in battle, and then he confirmed Soraton's death from Jamila. After a brief period of grief, Belluga had a new plan.

The next day, Oslo sent someone to invite Belluga to his house for lunch, and Belluga told Oslo about Soraton's death. Oslo was thrilled to learn that Soraton had already died on the battlefield, and the next plan was to hold a competitive tournament on Jamila's birthday, then win the championship himself, and give it to Jamila as a birthday present.

Belluga is both intimidated and clinging to Oslo, the so-called business partner. Oslo is rich in the first place, and the power is tilted towards Kulau, and Belluga not only does not dare to offend him, but also often thinks about scolding him, because in addition to helping him earn more money, Oslo can also let him have a higher status and even enter the palace of nobility. Being a prominent nobleman is something that countless commoners dream of, and Belluga is one of them.

Beruga had known that Oslo had a crush on his daughter, and he hoped that Jamila would marry him. As soon as Jamila became Oslo's wife, it meant that as Oslo's father-in-law, he would immediately have untold wealth and the status of a prominent nobleman he dreamed of. However, due to the marriage contract between Soraton and Jamila, he could only give up this hope, after all, Soraton's father had saved his life, and he had already decided to marry his daughter to Soraton as a reward. Although he was a man of money and snobbery, he was by no means ungrateful.

Soraton's death had rekindled a strong desire in Beruga's heart, and it seemed that nothing could dispel his hope, that he would marry his daughter to Oslo as he wished, and overnight he would become a nobleman from a commoner to a high nobleman, with great power and countless dinars.

Therefore, when Oslo proposed some plans against his daughter, Bruga not only did not object, but also volunteered to assist Oslo to better complete these plans, such as asking Jamila to come with him to watch at the upcoming athletic convention, and when the time comes, he will also exert invisible pressure on Jamila not to reject Oslo in public, accept his birthday gifts, and the ambiguous words that appear to be blessings but are actually courtship.

Everything seemed to be going according to Oslo's plan, the last day before the tournament was over, and night was falling. And in the night, time still passes minute by minute, and the day will finally come again.

Some time before dawn, in a room on the second floor of a tavern near the Kulau Arena, Kosmund lay quietly on his bed, his brow furrowed for some reason.

In the dream, he rode a horse and galloped forward quickly, and behind him, a large group of black shadows chased after him like a dark cloud.

In front of him sat on horseback, and he could not be sure who she was, except that he could really feel that it was a woman, just as he could not be sure whether the group of dark shadows chasing after him were men or demons.

This group of dark shadows, who didn't know what it was, released a sense of oppression like a raging tide to him, and turned into a deep fear that hit his heart.

Kersmod only knew that he and the woman in front of him had to escape from the pursuit of the dark shadows behind him, and flee to the ends of the earth, and the farther away the better.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Ksmerd suddenly noticed a cliff in front of him, surrounded by graves, and beyond the cliff, there was an endless sea.

He had no choice but to restrain his horse in front of this sea cliff at once, and the group of dark shadows behind him had already followed closely and surrounded Kersmerd and the woman in front of him, this sea cliff, this dead end.

Next, with a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, he fought the shadows, cutting down countless shadows, only to be more at him.

Suddenly, the horse under his crotch neighed and fell to the ground, and he immediately dropped his sword in his left hand, hugged the woman in front of him, and tried his best to protect her from being hurt as he fell to the ground with her. After rolling on the ground a few times, Kersmoad and the woman got back to their feet on the edge of the cliff, their feet just a stone's throw from the edge. Kersmund held the woman behind him, and he raised his knife and continued to slash at the approaching shadows.

"If one of the two of you could survive, who would you choose?" a voice suddenly sounded beside Sensed, ethereal and ethereal.

"No, we can all live!" replied Kersmod, and then glanced back at the woman behind him, and in the darkness where he couldn't see her fingers, he couldn't see her face or expression, only her still, motionless figure.

"If she's dead, you'll live!" another eerie voice sounded.

"We can all live!" Kersmund repeated firmly, then looked back at the woman behind him. However, he happened to see the woman's figure on the edge of the sea cliff and make a gesture of jumping down.

Kersmund immediately rushed desperately to hold her back, but he was still a step too slow, and the woman had jumped up and out of the edge of the cliff, about to fall down the cliff. Without hesitation, Kersmer immediately jumped out of the sea cliff, and before the woman could fall in the air, Korsmerd grabbed one of her hands with one hand.

Just as Ksmerd was about to hold the woman tightly with both hands and prepare to fall with her, a pair of huge wings suddenly grew from the woman's back, and they were the kind of terrible wings that only demons could have. A few flaps of the wings allowed the woman's figure to hold steady in the air and not fall, and Kersmerd's right hand grabbed one of the woman's hands, causing his body to hang in the air for a moment.

However, then, the woman took out a sharp blade with an indistinct shape in her other hand, and silently slashed at the hand that Kersmerd had grabbed her hand with, instantly severing Kersmer's hand, causing Kersmer's body to immediately fall downward.

"No!" exclaimed Kersmurd, snapping his eyes open as he sat up from his bed.

Staring at the dark void in front of him for a long time, it was only after the shortness of breath that Kosmerd came back to his senses and realized that the scene just now turned out to be a nightmare.

The dream was clear and vague, real and absurd, and it was hard for Kosmund to believe. He didn't know what the dream symbolized and what it meant for his future.

Kosmed pondered for this: the countless dark shadows that appeared in his dream that hunted him down could be explained by him as the people united by the eternal night, and the woman could explain who they were, which became his biggest question.

But soon, he shook his head and told himself not to think about the dream again, because he felt that it was just a dream after all, and it would not become a reality.

He felt very thirsty in his mouth, and immediately got up, drank most of the jar of water in one gulp, and then he opened the window of his room, and looked out, and saw that it was still dark, and it was evident that it was still some time before dawn. But he was no longer tired, and the dream really made him a little flustered, so he didn't force himself to sleep anymore, and he didn't want to stay in this room.

So, after some washing, he opened the door and went out, went downstairs, and asked the man who was keeping vigil, "What time is it, and how long is it until dawn?"

The fellow replied, "It's past 3 o'clock in the morning, and it will take at least two or three hours before dawn." ”

Germund nodded, did not speak, and walked out of the tavern.

"Where are you going, sir?" asked the fellow.

"I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk and come back for breakfast in a while. Kersmund replied.

"Sir, you had better not go out alone at such times, for it is very risky, and in the dark there are always thieves who make our streets restless, and who seek money and kill them. The guy persuaded.

"Don't be afraid, although my skills are not high, I can still deal with a few thieves. Germerd said with a smile.

"Alright then, sir, please be safe!" said the fellow, walking briskly over to help Sensed open the door to the tavern.

Eksmerd nodded, and walked straight through the door and out of the tavern.

Outside the tavern, he first scanned the darkness around him, then paused, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The cold and dry air instantly filled his lungs and pounded his mind. Then, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the depression and panic in his heart disappeared at once.

He had been asleep since yesterday afternoon, and had not woken up until a short time ago, and after more than ten hours of sleep, he was now well asleep and full of energy. A good mental state can always make people easily forget about unpleasantness, make people unconsciously replace worries with longing, and be positive.

Facing the deep, dark night before him, Kersmund felt no fear or worry, and he strode resolutely into the deserted streets. But he was aimless, didn't deliberately want to go anywhere, just walked slowly along a long street, walking in the cold wind of the cold night.

Even he didn't realize that he was unconsciously approaching the Kulau Arena.

It wasn't snowing, but the sky was still overcast, and the light around Ekmerd was so dim that it was hard to see more than ten feet away.

A layer of snow on the street reflected a faint light that allowed Sensed to barely see the road, but other than that, there was no fire on the long street, almost swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

Kersmund walked down the long street, trying to relax as much as he could, but what he didn't notice was that he was being targeted.

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