With a loud bang, Daemon fell to the ground, the wooden shield in his hand had been shattered, and the "wooden pole" used for practice had fallen to the side.

"Boy, it's been three days, can't you still master the way to hold a gun," the old knight looked a little impatient.

"But what you gave me is just a tree trunk, how can you have that hollow practice riding spear in your hand," said Daemon with a grumbling expression, pointing to the practice riding gun in Gerodi's hand on the horse.

"You should give me the real thing, or I'll be able to compete with a real knight then," Daemon was a little discouraged in his tone. Three days passed, not long before the start of the game, but the old knight still let Daemon use this thick, heavy solid wooden stick.

"Listen, I have a reason for doing this, I have won more championships than you have ever seen" The old knight stopped talking, but motioned for Daemon to continue to mount and practice with him.

"This is obviously torturing me, after three days, I just learned to ride a horse and clamp a gun, and when I really get to the field, then how can I play with real knights and noble lords" Daemon cursed helplessly in his heart, his wooden pole has not even pierced the old knight's shield in the past few days.

Later that evening, the old knight went to Damon's tent and said to him, "Boy, it's time for us to go and get something."

Damon, bruised and swollen, knew what he was going to do, and got up from his bunk and rode straight to the market with the old knight.

When they arrived at the market, the two walked straight to the blacksmith shop, and as soon as they reached the door, they heard someone arguing.

First, a thin male voice said, "Why don't you grab 300 crowns, didn't you say 200 crowns last time?" Then came the boss's voice, with a hint of disdain in his voice, "Sir, you ordered this armor a few days ago, and the price was cheap at the time, but then the knights and lords rushed to ask for this armor, and if you don't have the money to buy it, some of the nobles rushed to ask for it, and you still want to participate in the competition with your monkey-like figure?

Hearing this, Damon and the others walked in, but they were hit by a thin young man, and this time it hit Damon in the chest, and Dimon only felt as if he had been hit by a sprinting horse, and his chest hurt.

And the young man in front of him was like a nobody. "Are you okay" The thin voice remembered again, it turned out that he was the person who was arguing with the boss in the store, Dimon looked up and down carefully, and saw that the person in front of him was as complexion as snow, the fair skin set off the bright red lips extraordinarily brightly, the long silver-white hair was draped behind him up to the waist, and the facial features on the small face were even more delicate than the most handsome man Damon had ever seen - Cisse was more delicate because he was bright red, if he just looked at the back, Dimon might have recognized him as a noble lady - if he wore a dress.

"My name is Kate, Kate Von, knight from Mirror Lake, Sir and I'm sorry for my recklessness just now." Kate clenched her right fist to her chest, gave Dimon a chivalric salute, ran out, and disappeared into the crowd.

"What kind of monster is this," Daemon was still rubbing his chest.

"Boy......" The old knight looked at Dimon with a wicked smile on his face, but did not speak.

The shopkeeper saw the two of them standing at the door and hurriedly beckoned to come in, and asked the waiter to bring out the refurbished plate armor.

"I got the best blacksmith in Limburg to repair it, removed the rust and thickened it on my chest," the blacksmith shopkeeper smiled hypocritically.

The old knight didn't care, picked up this "second-hand goods", and the smile on his face gradually thickened. He saw Damon's mysterious family crest. Underneath the motif is a burning flame with a thorny red rose above it. The old knight knew that Daemon was in memory of his adoptive mother, Rose.

Just as the two of them were trying on new armor in the store, several more people walked into the store, and it just so happened that Daemon also knew each other.

At the head is the little boy Willy, and the people behind him are the bounty hunter Cisse, the little Earl of Castan in Castan City, and his bodyguard, the dumb knight.

"It's not like it's a bad match," Sir Castan said, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.