"I don't know, maybe I'll take my brother back to my hometown first, it's always my brother who helps me get everything out...... I don't know what I'll do in the future......" After saying that, he began to cry again.

It is hard to imagine that the strong man Aaron is crying like a child at this time.

The old knight looked at Aaron with some unbearability, after all, the two sides didn't really plan to make a move, if they hadn't kicked Daemon into it...... Maybe the two brothers were robbed of their horses at most...... The old knight blamed himself more and more, he walked up to Aaron and squatted down and said, "It just so happens that the two of us are also going to send a friend home, why don't we go together, even if you have the courage of ten thousand people, you can't guard against the sinister people in this world", the old knight put his hand on Aaron's shoulder.

"Well, I don't know anything but raising horses and fighting, and maybe you can help me," Aron whispered to the old knight.

"But before we do that, we have some business to do, and in a few days there will be a joust in which Sir Daemon and I will be attending, and you may have to stay in Rublin for a few more days," said the old knight.

"Two knights, you have helped Aaron, we Grasses are all righteous people, if there is a need for help, Aaron will do his best to help" Aaron stood up, put his hands in fists and crossed them on his chest and said to the two of them.

"Sir Daemon's horse was stabbed to death with a spear in the last jousting tournament, so Sir Daemon needs a brave horse," the old knight lied to Aron again.

But the innocent Aron went straight to the stable, and brought out a sturdy Grasse steed, with silver-white hair reflecting the silver-white light in the early morning sun, knotted muscles, and solid limbs.

The old knight watched from the sidelines, the four gods were on top, although this horse was not the best horse he had ever seen, but it was rare to see a better war horse than the white horse in front of him.

"Its name is Thunder, it is my brother's warhorse, and now that my brother is gone, give it to Sir Damon, after all, Sir Daemon helped us brothers regardless of the danger." Damon couldn't help but blush a little when he heard this, he was just kicked in by the old knight, and he only dragged the mute knight...

Aaron gently stroked Thunder as if he were caressing his own brother.

At noon, Daemon and the old knight led Thunder to a clearing outside the city, after returning Aron to his inn.

"Boy, let me tell you the rules of the tournament first. First of all, the jousting is the battle of the knights, so the horses, riding guns, shields, plates, swords, axes, and maces are all indispensable, and the most important way to fight is the cavalry spear competition, which is a little more than eight feet in length, and generally breaks after a round of impact, and all you have to do is to clamp the cavalry gun under your armpit, put the tail in the riding pouch on your saddle, and then rush to the enemy" The old knight said as he walked towards a slender mangrove, raised his giant sword and cut down the tree, cutting off the excess branches and forks with only a few swords, and cutting out a handle at the end of the tree.

"Then you just aim the tip of your spear at his body, and you have to be careful to ride your spear to avoid his shield, to dodge the tip of his spear and to block his spear with your shield," said the old knight as he busied himself with the task at hand.

"If you're willing to choose to dismount and duel after three rounds of hedging, you kid will last pray that you can survive the first round, remember, saving your life is the most important thing. The duel was decided the night before, and there would be a camp of nobles and knights outside the arena, and if you wanted to duel anyone, you should ring his shield with the ornate family crest, and I advise you not to knock on the blue and red wolf shields of the Corinth and Xavier families. The main members of the most famous White Wolf Knights of the Kingdom of Dahl Wofh are from these two families, and they have the blood of the wolf god in their bodies" The old knight stood up after speaking, and threw a trunk of a tree that was extremely rough or simply cut off the branches and a little book cover to Damon...

"Boy, you now sprint at that tree, taking care not to let yourself or your horse hit your target. When the old knight had finished speaking, he sat down beside a tree and drank to himself.

Damon hung his simple "riding gun" on the riding pouch next to the saddle, and turned over to get on the horse handsomely. Daemon had ridden a mule, but it was his first time riding a horse, but the thunder was so tall that Daemon could not climb up at once, and the old knight ignored him and drank himself. Luckily, Thunder's temper isn't as short-tempered as its name suggests, on the contrary, it's somewhat docile...... It took a great deal of effort for Damon to sit in the saddle, his body staggering.

Not to mention holding the lance, just letting Dimon sit on the horse like this he couldn't last long, and after about half an hour, Dimon began to try to get the spear, but the thick and heavy "spear" made him struggle to clamp the lance under his armpit, but as soon as the thunder started, Damon almost fell off the horse.

"What kind of teacher is this... He wasn't going to teach me at all—" Damon muttered in a disgruntled whisper.