The jousting tournament has officially begun, and the atmosphere is loud enough to excite even the dullest worm in the trees by the roadside.

The hero in the hearts of the common people, the favorite to win the championship, the knight of Rodhart passed all the way with superb swordsmanship and skill, and every time he won unusually beautifully and easily. His extraordinary momentum and demeanor made the already tsunami-like cheers even more tsunami. Completely in line with the wishes of the masses, he made it to the finals without any problems.

A huge procession drove into the square, and the already crowded crowd immediately gave way to a wide passage. The doors of a magnificent carriage in the middle opened, and all the people in the square knelt down to greet Bishop Ronice and His Majesty the current Emperor, Geffenhardt XVII.

There are also many royal officials and ministers who came together, and His Majesty the Emperor will be in a good mood for this kind of semi-folk activity, and it is never a bad thing to accompany him, not to mention that this is the time to please His Majesty. And His Majesty, who is closest to the Prime Minister, is naturally mixed in at this time.

"Isn't Duke Mrak coming?" the Prime Minister asked, looking left and right.

"I haven't seen anyone in the past few days, so I guess I'm busy with official business. If he is going to change the commander this time, he is most likely to replace General Sanders. It's time to prepare early. But this guy has missed an opportunity to please His Majesty. It's brave and unscrupulous, hehe. A minister of the Elney family replied. "But if only Stronk could win the championship this time and have a chance to enter the military, we wouldn't have to rely too much on that guy from Mrak. ”

The wealthy and aristocratic families all believe in the saying 'blood is thicker than water'. If they could, they would like all the positions and power they could get to be held by blood relatives. Even a person like Duke Mrak, who had to be united, had to use marriage to make his descendants flow with the blood of his own family in the veins, and in such a way to make him 'his own man'. It was as if there was only one connection left in the body that was the basis for building trust and unity.

The Prime Minister frowned and nodded slightly. Duke Mrak has always been known for his good temper, good popularity, and strong ability to do things, but he does not like to play politics, but the Prime Minister has never liked this kind guy who seems to be easy to use. Although it is true that he can't see any conspiracy or deliberate tricks, it is probably due to the intuition of the conspirator, he always feels that there is something wrong with this guy. Moreover, this person who now bears the noble title of 'Duke' is actually from a very humble background, but he has climbed to today's status by virtue of some ability and seemingly good luck. Although he has become 'his own person' now, it is not worth giving too much trust and dependence.

It is said that this knight named Rodhart had something to do with the duke, but the redneck seemed to be too focused on official duties to have a good grasp of this talent, otherwise he would not have been bought so easily. It's a very risky move to buy this person this time, and it won't be a joke if the news gets out and the guys in the military get the handle. The Holy Knights, as the central force of the Empire, must not be ambiguous in their elections. If you fall into the charge of cheating and shaking the foundation of the empire, it will be troublesome. The point is that the current situation has to be so dangerous. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man appeared out of nowhere, and his son was squeezed out of his position as a priest. If a war breaks out in the West, it will be a great opportunity to build up military merit as political capital, and that is the key to the victory or defeat of this political struggle. So I had to take the risk and find an opportunity to negotiate with the knight, but fortunately, the result was still very satisfying.

His Majesty the Emperor, the Bishop, and the Head of Roland were seated, and the princes and ministers were seated, and the final officially began.

The first to take the field was the Stronk Knights. A muscular body was exposed beyond the armor, and a brutal expression seemed to be full of the territory of those muscles even on his face. In his hand, he has a great sword that is extremely lethal even if it is added to the sleeve. This shape is very rare in knights.

In addition to the applause of some ministers, the contestant was greeted by the boos of the surrounding people. The evil of this aristocratic young man is very bad among the people of the royal capital. A few years ago, it was very nonsense for some things, but in the past few years, it has probably been reined in for today's selection meeting, and many teachers have been specially invited to conduct special training in all aspects at home, and this championship is inevitable.

Hearing the boos, Knight Stronk glanced angrily at the countless crowds around him and let out a low roar. This is a typical simple-minded person, probably all the essence is used in that muscle.

And then there's the hero named Rodhart. His flaxen-colored curly hair, handsome face, although he was a little less beautiful and majestic, but this slight lack of majestic appearance made him more affable, and his calm demeanor and eyes that seemed to be strong and resolute complemented his manhood, and his face was always the kind of very friendly and beautiful smile. He really looks like the idol in every teenager's heart, the dream lover of a girl's heart, Prince Charming. He was dressed in plain clothes, with a light leather armor on the outside, and he was completely in the image of a folk warrior, as if he didn't pay attention to his opponent's attacks at all, and in fact he had not been hit by any opponent since the beginning of the game.

Thunderous cheers and applause were given to this hero in the hearts of the masses.

Rodhart's handsomeness makes Stronk's arrogance seem to have been created specifically for foiling. Stronk stared at him fiercely, and immediately rushed over and slashed the beautiful knight to pieces. Although he knew that this would be an opponent who would lose to him in the match, he now had a feeling of defeat, which made his murderous aura revealed.

Ant people.

When the Prime Minister heard such cheers, he cursed in his heart with disdain. These insignificant inferior people. In the life of the bottom of the society, self-righteous rolling, unwilling to be controlled by power but powerless to fight and resist, so I believe in what is enough to fight against the heroes of power, can resist the genius of this social mechanism. But they don't know that everything in this society is determined by the upper forces that control the power, including faith, passion, lifestyle, and even this hero who gathers their dreams has the power to arrange everything behind the scenes. In this world, the only true hero is the one in power.

"Well, this knight looks really good, he looks very handsome and good-looking. His Majesty the Emperor actually expressed a strong interest. "I've also heard that he once single-handedly went into an orc's lair, and not only rescued Miss Duchess Mrak, but also killed a thousand of those savage orcs. What a hero. And I heard that he was from a civilian background, which is amazing, amazing. Speaking of which, His Majesty the Emperor's face actually looked a little strange, as if he was a little jealous.

Geffenhardt XVII is twenty years old this year, and a face that fully illustrates his character is soft and feminine, and he still believes in this kind of soaring hero, and likes it very much. This is not a man who is suitable for controlling a country, and the comfortable and peaceful life of the royal family makes his mentality no different from that of ordinary young people, and even more naïve and superficial, and there is an allusion that when he was young, he once sneaked out of the palace to travel with a circus. And it is said that a few nights ago, he secretly went to a casino in the royal capital to play, and caused some trouble.

His uncontrollable background and situation made him have to sit in the position of the king of this country, but he is not interested in these, he only likes to indulge in the fun of some gadgets, and regards politics and military affairs as a kind of unjustified disaster-like burden, and is busy pushing it to the prime minister who is very enthusiastic about solving problems for him. If it weren't for the old loyal ministers of the military in the court, and the Holy Knights guarding the Gffenhardt family, he, the emperor, would have abdicated the throne long ago.

"Your Majesty is wise. Since His Majesty has decided that this is a talent, then I will also make a bet, and the bet must be that this young man will win, ten gold coins, I wonder which one will dare to come to the game?" said the prime minister, looking at the ministers around him.

No one should gamble, the military ignored him, and his accomplices knew that he must be playing tricks.

"That Knight Stronk seems to be Aiqing's nephew, even his own uncle is so dismissive of him, it's really pitiful. Well, let me cheer him on. I bet on him to win, ten gold coins. "His Majesty the Emperor is very sympathetic.

"Then I will thank Your Majesty for the gift on his behalf. I hope that His Majesty's Monkey King will bring him good luck. ”

"Hehe, I remember that my luck was always very good when I bet with Aiqing. His Majesty the Emperor smiled innocently.

With the sound of a gong, the game officially began. People in the surrounding stands and on the ground began to chant Rodhart's name, and Rodhart began to gain the upper hand in a few clicks of the loud cheer.

Asa sighed, he really didn't want to see this great hope turn into a great disappointment. He wanted to go back, but when he turned around, he saw a short man with a big head struggling in the crowd, squeezing under a man sitting on a low wall, tugging at his feet, and saying, "Give me your place." ”

The person who has this good position obviously refuses to give up his privileges, and his eyes glare, "Why?"

"Because you want this. The dwarf shook a silver coin on his stubby fingers. The man immediately succumbed to this powerful argument, jumped down from the low wall, and respectfully offered his throne.

Few dwarfs have such imposing momentum, and no other dwarf has such a big head and such an unpleasant voice. Asa squeezed over and beckoned him, "Hello, Lord Porugan. ”

"What a coincidence, Mr. Envoy. Have you already returned from that orc city?" I hadn't seen him in two months, and the magistrate of Bracada was still the same. He jumped up the wall with great dexterity and skill.

"I'm not an envoy anymore, call me Asa. Asa walked under the low wall. "I was about to go back, and I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

"Why go back? Isn't that friend of yours on stage? Don't you want to see him win the championship?"

Asa smiled slightly wryly and said, "Unfortunately, I bet that he will not win the championship." ”

"Wouldn't it?" Lord Porugan's broom brow furrowed again. "I think he deserves to win the championship, so let's bet a few bucks. That's where he placed his bet anyway. ”

"I don't want to win your money. Asa said.

"It's a pity that I really want to win your money. The former magistrate of Bracada grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat yellow teeth.

On stage, Rodhart was attacking Stok with a dense round of fast swords. If it weren't for the fact that Stronk had cast a few blessing spells on himself at the beginning, he would have been able to lie down at such a speed by now. The well-paid magician, driven by a huge financial power, finally succeeded in instilling a few basic magic in his head, and he has to admit that this is a remarkable achievement.

Rodhart didn't have that treatment, he didn't use any auxiliary magic, but the tsunami of cheers and cheers around him made up for it. It was as if every attack he had with the desire of his supporters, making it very difficult for his opponent to block. But Stronk is indeed quite strong, and with the help of these spells, even if he actually goes head-to-head against Rodhart, he may not really have a full chance of winning.

The close proximity of the two makes it really look like an all-out game. Even Asa couldn't see any flaws in their every move, move, and style, and he had to admit that Rodhart not only had the talent of a knight, but also had the potential to be an actor.

Stronk's defense showed a slight flaw, and Rodhart risked being hit by a greatsword and kicked him in the face. The muscular knight turned into a rolling gourd as he roared to the ground, and when he got up, his nosebleed and the fierce light in his eyes were already gushing out.

Annoyance and pain caused Stronk to roar wildly, swinging his greatsword desperately and slashing at Rodhart as if he were crazy. There was no doubt that he was fighting to the death, and the air currents from the swing of the giant sword even made the faces of the audience ache. But in this frantic attack, Rodhart still did not lose his composure, dodging in a measured way, and slowly retreated to the left side of the ring. Everyone could see that he was retaining his strength, and such a crazy attack would definitely not last long. As long as he waits for the opponent's attack to weaken, he will immediately launch a counterattack. But Asa knew that such a counterattack would fail due to an accident.

It's a good show. The brave knight succeeded in provoking his opponent into a frenzied attack that caused him to lose his mind and attack frantically. But just as he was about to fight back, his body suddenly lost control slightly, so he was unfortunately hit, suffered some minor injuries and was defeated. Later, it turned out that there was a wooden board on the floor that was loose, and the knight would naturally lose his balance when he stepped on it, but there was no way, after all, the result of the game could not be changed, and everyone could only sigh that the luck of this hero was too bad.

Asa began to think that Rodhart had a talent for writing or scripting.

In the bitter wind of swords, Rodhart had retreated to the edge of the ring. Even the layman could tell that Stronk's physical strength was beginning to show signs of exhaustion. The long-awaited hero's victorious counterattack is about to begin.

But in this exciting moment, the hero's body suddenly tilted slightly and lost his balance. Naturally, the fierce opponent would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the giant sword picked up a gust of wind and slashed at his waist. The audience burst into exclamations.

Asa was taken aback. Although the greatsword is covered with a protective cover, such a powerful attack is enough to break tendons and even kill people. This is no longer a pre-arranged act, and the opponent under the anger really wants Rodhart's life. He is now too far away from the ring, and there are too many middlemen, even if he wants to stop it, it is too late.

But to his complete surprise, Rodhart's waist suddenly weakened, and his entire upper body bent back, and his body became an arc. The upper body has been suspended from the ring, and the feet are still on the ring. The fatal sword just grazed his abdomen.

Stronk looked at the sword that was determined to win, just waiting to see his opponent fall, but it was flashed. This was not the same as what had been pre-planned, and he couldn't react for a while, so he froze there.

Rodhart took advantage of the opportunity to bounce up, the hilt of his sword slammed into his opponent's face with a muffled thud, and Stronk rolled backwards again. But by the time he stood up with his bleeding face covered again, Rodhart's sword was already around his neck. The winner is decided.

"Aiqing had good luck today. Finally won me once. His Majesty the Emperor smiled and looked at the winner next to him. The Prime Minister's face was pale, and this sudden luck made him angry.

"The winner of this knight selection meeting is the Knights of Rodhart. The officer dragged out his voice and announced the results in a dramatic tone.

With cheers and applause, Rodhart withdrew the sword that rested on Stronker's thick neck. Perform the standard chivalric courtesy to the loser with the grace of a victor, then turn and bow before the stands of His Majesty the Emperor and the Bishop.

Stronk still hangs there like a stone statue. Surprise, the anger of defeat, and the humiliation all crowded into his mind, and his already insensitive mind became more and more confused, and he couldn't tell what was going on. But when he saw that the opponent saluted himself as if demonstratively, smiled smugly, and then turned his back to himself with no one in his eyes, his resentment and hostility were completely aroused, and he lifted his greatsword and stabbed him in the back. Everyone in the stands and under the ring screamed.

Naturally, heroes will never be knocked down by such a sneak attack from behind. Rodhart dodged the sword sideways, and what appeared to be an elbow blow to Stronk in the face that was completely forced in self-defense. Stronk let out a boar-like scream, which could not hide the crisp sound of bones cracking. He flew backwards and lay in the ring without moving.

The Prime Minister stood up with a grim face. However, his autonomy and sanity were obviously much higher than that of his nephew, and he slowly sat down again. His Majesty the Emperor frowned and shook his head slowly: "If you lose, forget it, how can it be like this." It's so unchivalrous. ”

"Your Majesty is right. This is not only a violation of the basic spirit of chivalry, but also a proof of the filth of the man's heart. I don't think such a person who lacks the most basic morals is in no way suitable to join the glorious and high-profile group of the Holy Knights. Captain Roland, who was next to the emperor, said coldly. The Empire's First Swordsman had a rather thin countenance, as if he were just a scholar who had devoted himself to learning, with only occasional flashes of light in his eyes, and his gray-white hair and beard made him look much older than his actual age. "I now declare that he has been disqualified from the Holy Order. ”

The Prime Minister was trembling slightly. If you can't steal chickens, you have to eat rice, and if this kid grabs the handle and rakes it, I'm afraid that even the rice jar will be broken.

Asa felt like her eardrums were about to burst with the cheers around her. Lord Porugan unceremoniously snatched a few silver coins from him, and roared loudly to drown out the sound of his ducks with cheers: "I don't even know why you think your friend will lose. ”

"I don't know why. Asa shook her head in amazement.