Dimon led the old knight towards the crowd gathered in front of him, only to see two groups of people in the crowd facing each other, one was just two dark brown skinned bald men, one wearing black sleeveless leather armor, and the other was shirtless and covered with tattoos. The two were even taller than Tully.

The other group consisted of seven or eight, led by a well-dressed young man.

"Whether you want to sell these horses or not, I will get them," the young man said threateningly, as he threatened two big men from foreign countries.

The two big men didn't speak, just glanced at each other and pulled out the scimitar on their waists, and the guards around the young man saw that the other party showed their weapons, and naturally showed their spears to protect the little lord behind him, and the leader of the guards was a young knight wearing gorgeous plate armor, the height was similar to that of Damon, not too tall, the standard northerner's tough appearance, brown curly hair up to the shoulders, and a pair of bright eyes with determination.

The two sides were tense, and the atmosphere was already tense to the extreme.

"More bullying is nothing," Dimon muttered in the crowd of onlookers.

Suddenly, Dimon felt like he had been kicked in the ass and was kicked between the two gangs.

Daemon looked back at the crowd of onlookers, and the old knight in the crowd looked at him with a wicked smile. Daemon didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old knight's gourd, so he actually made himself a head bird.

The stalemate between the two groups was broken by the sudden insertion of Damon, and the two sides shouted and fought together, and a few cheers came from the crowd of onlookers from time to time.

"Don't be stunned, boy, go and help those two people, you are now a knight, you want to help the weak. The old knight shouted anxiously in the crowd, but what martial arts did Daemon know. Seeing that Dimon was just dodging between the two gangs, the old knight was so anxious that he repeated the words again.

Daemon still pretended not to hear and was about to withdraw into the crowd, but the young knight pulled him back with one hand, and Daemon thought that he had been miserably pitted by the old knight, and was mistaken for the two big men, and secretly complained in his heart but had to bite the bullet.

The big black man in the sleeveless leather armor fought with the four mercenaries and cut off the head of one of the guards with a single sword, but he was stabbed to the ground with several spears. The other shirtless man fought against the other two guards, and when he saw his partner being knocked down, the shirtless man suddenly turned red, and the scimitar swept the arm of one of the guards and was unloaded entirely. The other guard who fought against him was even more miserable - his belly was cut by a sharp scimitar, and his intestines flowed to the ground, and the young man watching the battle couldn't help but vomit when he saw this scene.

On the other side, Dimon pulled out the crimson, and the young knight did not start to act until Dimon drew his sword, only to see him flash to the left side of Damon, raise his shield and sweep Damon staggered for a while, and then took advantage of the fact that Damon was hit by the shield before he could stand firm and raised his long sword to cut at Damon's waist, Dimon stood up crimson to block the blow, and the strong force made Dimon take a few steps back.

"I'm fighting you," Daemon shouted, raising his crimson and sprinting straight towards the knight. Perhaps because Daemon was not at all like a warrior, the knight was also a little careless, but he raised the shield in his left hand, and hid the long sword in his right hand behind the shield and waited for the shield to block before the sword was drawn. But what he never expected was that the strange long sword went directly through the iron-clad fan shield, piercing his arm armor, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Dumb, run, retreat first, and bring someone to clean them up another day" The young man's voice came from the crowd behind. When Daemon and the mute saw that the battle next to them was over, the tattooed man cut down the last of the guards, his face turned hideously with red blood, and the mutilated bodies of several guards were at his feet.

Seeing that the form was not good, the young man had already hidden far behind, completely lacking the arrogance he had before. Seeing that his master had already fled, the mute had no choice but to turn around and make a knightly salute to Damon and follow his master.

"Brother...." The tattooed man cried loudly while holding his brother's corpse, and Dimon couldn't help but be a little moved when he saw this scene, and he remembered Carl, who looked terrible but was hearty and generous.

"What's your name?" asked the old knight and Daemon as they walked over to the tattooed man and crouched down with him.

"My name is Aaron, we are from the Kingdom of Grace in the south of the mainland, and our two brothers have been traveling in several major towns on the mainland all year round to sell our Grace's war horses, but we have been targeted by Sir Castham, he has taken a fancy to our horses but wants to rob them without spending money, we have been hiding here from my Windlin Castle, and we heard that there will be a jousting tournament here, so we came over to prepare to make a big profit, but my brother..."

Damon was touched in his heart and asked, "What are your plans for the future?" ”