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Although the war with Nord and Rhodok has lasted for half a year, it does not seem to have any impact on the imperial capital, and the nobles are still singing every night, but attentive people can find that the gold ornaments in the palace of His Royal Highness Harlaus are imperceptibly decreasing, and the caviar and salmon at the banquet are becoming more and more rare every time.

Two white-feathered sea eagles skimmed swiftly across the afternoon sky, but were frightened away by the cheers of the earth-shattering Palauven.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after waiting for so long, after layers of selection, after all kinds of competitions, now it is finally the most exciting moment, this year's Swadia Athletic champion, will be produced in this final!"

"The player who becomes the champion will be canonized as a vassal by His Majesty Haraus himself, and will own the fiefs and subjects near Vader Village!"

There was another round of enthusiastic cheers at the scene!

Although Svadia is an agrarian civilization with a long history, due to the perennial state of war, countless young people yearn to be able to make achievements through war and leap into the ranks of nobles, and they can't help but rush to such a rich reward.

"Now, the competition - start !!"

As soon as the herald gave the order, Darlim, dressed in heavy armor, couldn't wait to clamp his legs between his legs and gallop towards his opponent with a roar.

Darlim is 26 years old this year, and as the illegitimate son of the Berlands family, he is not eligible to inherit titles and fiefs according to Swadia law, so this athletic tournament will undoubtedly be his best chance to get ahead.

"Hmph, brother, when I am equal to you, I will definitely ask you to repay my humiliation tenfold!" The flame of revenge seemed to be burning on the pitch-black mace, and one man and one horse flashed away at the opponent.

"Wait, this guy dares to despise me so much!" Darlim couldn't help but be very annoyed, compared to the tall and mighty Darlim who was heavily armored, his opponent was actually wearing only a tight leather armor, and the men and horses were lightly armed, looking particularly slender and thin. The man threw aside his shield and spear, and waited for Darrim with only a long sword in his hand.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters!

Darlim couldn't wait to knock out the weak chicken on the other side and put the laurel wreath on his head.

Two horses staggered!

Darlim's high-raised mace unexpectedly lost its target, and the world in front of him suddenly tilted, and when he looked back, it turned out that the opponent's brown steed was light and dexterous, and at the moment of looking at him, he raised his front hooves and kicked Darlim's mount fiercely. Darlim lost his body and naturally couldn't exert his strength, so he had to pull the reins of his horse in the hope of stabilizing his mount first.

However, the leather-armored knight did not intend to give Darlim another chance to attack, and with a flip of his wrist, the long sword in his hand immediately reached forward.

呲~when!

The longsword accurately snapped Darlim's helmet strap and swept the helmet far away.

With just one move, the winner has been decided.

Before Darlingm could react, his championship dream was shattered.

The ceremonial officer lifted the leather-clad knight off his horse, raised his left hand in the air, and shouted, "The winner is Vic Levin, the eldest son of the House of Levin!"

"No, the champion is mine!!it's mine!! you bastard! what do you have to win me!!" Darlim roared and jumped off his horse, the mace swinging at the Leather Knight's head with a strong wind.

While!!

Even though the Leather Knight had dodged as best he could, the mace struck the lower edge of the helmet, knocking it into the air.

Wow!!!

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience, and even King Haraus, who was sitting firmly in it, couldn't help but move forward, wanting to make sure that he was not dazzled.

Fury Darlim froze.

Because in front of him was not Levin son, Vick Levin.

The ruddy face, the delicate facial features like jade carving, the pale blonde hair pouring down like a waterfall, and the eyebrows and eyes exude a sassy and heroic spirit. This is obviously a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl!! my name is the sword, chivalrous and righteous, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, it is my generation's lifelong wish, I wish to be able to turn it into your sharp blade. . . . ”

"Miss, are you reading a knight's novel again?" Liz was holding an evening gown, and suddenly came out of the side, "Why are you babbling all day long?" ”

Toria sighed lightly and put down the book in her hand, carefully examined the dress in Liz's hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The dress was made of silk as the base material, the sleeves, placket and skirt were decorated with lace and pearls, and the chest was not only embroidered with the family crest of the Levins family, a delicate red rose, but also the ancestral sapphire necklace was hung up, this posture was already the standard Swadian engagement dress, it seems that the father had already negotiated the marriage contract with others, and she would only be responsible for fulfilling it tomorrow.

Toria reached out and gently stroked the edge of the sapphire, Father, are you so hungry for wealth and power, why do you have to twist my life with your ways and values?

A teardrop shattered, bounced off the sapphire's surface, and then disappeared silently.

Toria whispered, "Liz, this dress is good, but I won't wear it, it doesn't belong to me." ”

Liz couldn't help frowning, looked at me puzzled, and said, "But the lord said that tomorrow I will see the young master of the Count Harongoth family, and I will be solemn." ”

"Don't you understand, I'm never going to see that young master of the Harongoth family!!" Toria shouted at Liz with a crying voice, pulling the gown with one hand and throwing it aside.

No, that's not the life I want!, Tolia clutched her face in pain. What about women? Should women be reduced to political tools? Bloom like fireworks once in their lives at a wedding, and then spend the rest of their lives in bleakness?

Blind-eyed and with messy hair, he sits like a puppet in a huge castle and spends time with mice and cockroaches. This is the second half of my life, and she can almost smell the decay coming from herself.

"No!never!!" Toria looked up and glared at Liz firmly.

Liz was glared at a little hairy, and said tremblingly, "Little... Miss, actually... It's not bad to marry into the Harangos family, one of the six major families in Swadia, hey, in the second half of his life, how many people can't marry if they want to. ”

The hot wind of early summer blows from time to time outside the window, accompanied by the faint fragrance of the newly opened roses in the manor, drying the tears on the face.

Toria smiled slightly, "Liz, do you think the rose would rather be cut off and stuck in a vase for a long time, or would you rather bloom in the storm in the wild?"

"Miss, I... ”

Toria shook her head and hugged Liz, "Needless to say, I know your answer." Everyone has their own pursuits, so, tomorrow。。。。。。 I'll leave it to you!"

A swift and accurate blow to the back of Liz's neck!

A month later, the southern seas.

Bang... Another wave was smashed by the bow of the ship, turning into countless tiny droplets of water that flew on Rook's face.

The nimble tongue licked the sea water from the side of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth rose: "The sea water is full of the smell of dinar, but I prefer the smell of blood." ”

Falcon-like gaze was fixed on the merchant ship heading for Tiha in the distance.

Tiha, the largest trading port in the kingdom of Nod, where the merchants of Aaron, Sharitz, Zhivacheze and Parabun gathered by sea, has a proverb in Calradia: "In Tiha there is gold everywhere, see if you know how to pick it up." "The prosperity of trade in Tiha is evident.

Wealth, which brings prosperity but also brings many outlaws.

Rook is one of them. No, it should be said that it is one of the best of the best.

Rook stuck out his slightly long tongue to feel the direction of the wind, and immediately stood up excitedly.

"The wind is southeast, sail!!"

Boom!!

Dozens of dragon-headed warships raised their sails, swung their wooden oars, and approached the merchant ships at a rapid pace!

"Please, get my axe excited!" Ah~~" Jack on the mast yawned boredly.

There are still five nautical miles to the port of Tiha, and what kind of sentry will there be? Besides, there's not even moonlight tonight, so I can't see anything clearly.

Crash.. Whoa...

Wait a minute!!

What is this incongruous sound of water!?

Jack stared at the side of the ship in horror.

One after another, ships carved with dragon heads constantly breaking through the darkness and appearing in Jack's field of vision.

At least thirty dragon head battlefields are coming with the wind and waves!

"Cowards!!!, it's the Coar!! the rudder!! level 1 combat read!!iness," Jack shouted as he slid down the mast.

"Hurry!~~Hurry up and get ~~~!!"

An unpleasant coda ended a shout, and the air in Jack's chest seemed to be squeezed dry, unable to shout another character.

Two throwing axes struck Jack's chest, pinning him to the mast, and poor Jack was dead before he could get off the ground.

"I hate noisy guys the most!" Rook frowned.

Peng!

The two ships are connected. Ruckery jumped aboard the merchant ship and slashed a sailor before he could pick up his weapon.

A dozen merchant ship guards surrounded Luke with long swords.

Now there's only one shipload of pirates on board, and we're still able to handle it!

As long as you stop this guy who takes the lead, you can frustrate the sharp spirit behind you!

That's right, there is hope!

"No, you don't have any hope!!" Luke's figure moved, and the double axe swept away!

Ten heads immediately fell to the ground, and Luke, who was covered in blood, was like a demon god descending to earth.

The perverted long tongue licked the blood from his face and smiled with satisfaction: "The one who stops me - die!!"

Bang-bang-bang-bang

One by one, the dragon-headed warships crashed into the merchant ships, and the pirates continued to pour onto the deck.

"Hold the deck!!"

"Watch out for the left side of the boat!"

"Don't let them step in—ahhhhhhh

This is not a battle at all, it can only be called a massacre.

The brave pirates faced this group of sleepy-eyed guards as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, and the blood had already merged into streams. Spill down from the deck to the side of the ship.

Easily splitting one of the guards in half, he quickly turned, and with a flying axe embedded in the head of the hapless man behind him, Rook's cruel gaze swept over the remaining thirty or so guards.

What, it's not enough to see at all.

It's like a flock of sheep trembling when it meets a wolf.

The kind of look that takes one more step and it will completely collapse.

Such an opponent is really disappointing, and my axe has not warmed up yet.

Forget it, it's better to get rid of them as soon as possible. With a wave of his right hand, more than sixty pirates pounced on the remnants of the guards like hungry tigers.

Rook turned his face: "It's over so soon, it's not interesting at all!"