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Chapter 034: (Martial Arts Competition)

The goose-yellow moonlight has not yet faded, and the east has revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly.

A ray of golden dawn, a ray of red arrow from the morning sun, will send the morning to the earth and the earth.

Sercius felt dizzy, and before he could recover his senses, he heard a loud quarrel downstairs.

The voice was a little vague across the floor, and a somewhat drunken Sercius patted his head and staggered downstairs.

Before he could reach the top of the stairs, he heard a man yelling angrily. "You bastard! Lao Tzu has only been out for a long time, ** I have eaten the gall of a leopard! I dare to fool around with this slut behind Lao Tzu's back!"

This voice Sercius knew, the owner of the tavern. The boss had a fair-skinned and beautiful wife who looked to be in her early thirties. The goose-egg face was as white as a lily, and the cheeks were rosy, looking pure and charming.

Walking downstairs, I saw the tavern owner with a blue face and the proprietress with an iron face huddled behind the counter, and the culprit of the quarrel: a Virgin in leather armor.

At this time, Hatheron came in from outside the door, and when he saw the situation, he sneered in Beihai dialect: "Virginia's puppies don't have a good thing. ”

Who knew that the Vigia actually understood, turned his head to stare at Hatheron and said word by word: "What Vigian? Shut your mouth, you Nord sea rat, I am Grand Duke Garretton of Pachinov." Be mindful of your words when speaking. ”

When the boss heard this, he rushed up and grabbed the guy who called himself "Grand Duke Garriton", opened his throat and shouted: "Bastard!! What bullshit Grand Duke, I don't care, don't think that you are a nobleman, I will buy your account, master." You've slept with my wife!I'm going to kill you!" Sercius, who did not like to see it, walked up and grabbed the tavernkeeper's hand. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

The boss calmed down and softened. "This guy actually slept with my wife while I was out this morning. When I came back, I saw this pair of sluts lying on the bed, and he was going to explain, explain the fart! What do you say you and my wife are doing on the bed with your clothes stripped off!"

Hearing him say this, the sneer on Hatheron's face deepened. "Look, and quibble. ”

Sertius raised his hand and motioned for Hatheron to shut up, then walked over to the man. "Introduce yourself, Grand Duke Garreton of Pachinov, how will you explain all that you have done to this lady?"

The man was not in a hurry or hurry, straightened up his torn collar and replied, "It seems that you are also a nobleman, you should know that there is a place called Pachnov in the north of Gronia in the west of the Calradia continent, right?"

Sercius thought for a moment and nodded, "Admittedly, but I remember that the Bruce family, who had the title of Grand Duke Garriton, had disappeared for a long time. ”

The man smiled. "Looks like you know my family very well! Yes, I am a member of that family, and my full name is Maleg Bazd Bruce, the most legitimate heir to the title of Grand Duke of Garriton. ”

Sercius waved his hand noncommittally, pointed at the tavernkeeper whose face had darkened, and asked in a low voice, "Then this is your way of life, my honorable duke?"

Malegg made him pale when he said this: "I just admired this lady's beautiful body, and gave her the comfort she deserved by the way, and there was nothing out of bounds." ”

Hearing him say this, the tavernkeeper blushed. "What did you say!"

Sercius raised his hand to signal the boss to calm down, and then asked, "Your Excellency, although you just admired this lady's body, the misunderstanding caused was really unnecessary, don't you plan to make up for something?"

Maleg's face fell when he said this, and he suddenly approached in a very low voice and said, "Isn't this a bit difficult for a strong man? I don't even have half a dinar on me!"

Sercius nodded, and turned his face to the boss, "I said boss, you can also dissipate this matter, maybe there is nothing to do?" you see..."He reached out and put the wallet from his belt on the table, "There are about a hundred gold dinars in it, do you see enough?"

The boss was speechless, took the wallet, glared at Malleg, walked to the counter and slapped his wife. "Let you be indecent, hurry up and cook for me!"

The rescued person did not show any gratitude, but shook his hand disdainfully. "Why do you have to spend money on me?"

This made Hatheron, who was standing on the side and was already trembling, couldn't help but roar: "What are you talking about?!You bastard! My master helped you out of the siege, and you didn't even say thank you, you were from a noble background? I think you are not even as good as a dog!"

Malegg disagreed. "I'm not going to intervene yet, you sea rat. ”

Hatheron used to be a sea rat is extremely sensitive to the word sea mouse, but Malegg is a sea rat when he opens and closes his mouth, Hatheron angrily pulled out the fighting axe on his waist, but restrained himself, and looked at Sercius, who seemed to be watching coldly, meaning: As long as you make a look, I will cut off this open-mouthed Vicchia cub.

However, Sertius shouted, "Hatheron, stand down." ”

This caught the Nords a little off guard, and reflexively took two steps back. But he saw Sercius stretch out his hand and say something he did not understand.

Malegg burst into laughter. "Thank you for your blessings, and I hope that when your face shines in front of people, it will also add splendor to the stars in the sky. ”

After the two of them hugged each other, Maleg said, "You are the first person I have blessed since I arrived on the continent of Calradia, I have nothing in return, if you don't mind, I am willing to go with you." ”

This made Hathren, who was still a little inexplicable on the side, fiercely opposed. "No, master, I will never agree to eat at the same table with this unknown creature!"

Serseus raised his hand to signal him to be quiet. "I know, but he's not really Virgian, and in a way, he's neighbors with me. Then he pointed to himself, "I started running business in Zhivadin, and before I met you, I was walking around alone with things, even after I met you. There are only two people, and I don't think there's anything wrong with adding one more. ”

This left Hatheron speechless, and muttered through gritted teeth: "Well! If this guy behaves in any way, I will be the first to cut off his head!"

Sercius patted a thin, long and odd-shaped knife at his waist. "I'll do it myself. ”

The time had come to the afternoon, and Sertius decided to be absent from today's banquet, firstly, it was very rude to go to the banquet without waking up with a hangover, and secondly, Hatheron was gearing up for the athletic conference to be held in [Paraven] today, and he also took it upon himself to sign up for Serseus.

After getting the list, the poor freelancer was not surprised to see the three celebrities in the Zenda Arena, such as Kradus, Dronton, and Serena. In addition to his own name and Hatheron's, he saw Malleg's name in a group of nameless people who had never seen a name.

The three of them took the list and glanced at each other, and the atmosphere was suddenly cold to freezing point. Hatheron was irrepressibly excited. "Look, you bastard, you brought it on yourself. See you in the arena!"

On the contrary, Malegg sneered: "See you in the arena, I don't know who wins and who loses, sea rat." ”

Hatheron was about to jump up again, and Sercius hurried into the middle of them. "If you have a grievance to vent in the arena, the war will start at four o'clock in the afternoon, you are quarreling now, aren't you afraid that you will lose your strength by then?"

However, when the battle began in the afternoon, Hatheron, who had participated in the athletic convention for the first time in Swadia, was dumbfounded, and the weapons he was issued were all wooden riding spears, and there was no axe, which he was best at—not even a sword, and what was even more terrifying—he had to ride a horse.

For a Nord who had been born and raised on a longship, the Nord athletics were fought with an axe and a sword on uneven ground - as if shaking the plank, which was the most honorable way to fight in the eyes of the Nords.

For a man who is difficult to control even the most docile traveling horse, there is probably nothing more terrifying than riding a horse to compete. On the other hand, the other two people were also a little stunned with the weapons and helmets that were uniformly rationed.

The helmets of the athletic conference are all specially made, covering all the face, only the opening is open at the position of the eyes, which is similar to the giant helmet, so that the vision is narrow, but one of these two people does not like to wear a helmet, and the helmet with one is open.

The three of them looked at each other, stood in place and watched for a long time, and decided to go into battle.

Before going on the field, Sersius took out several bundles of money bags with 100 gold dinars in each of them from his luggage, and threw them heavily in front of the person in charge of betting at the athletic convention: "This money will be put on the three of us, and each of us will be one bag per round until we are out." If we're unfortunate enough to be eliminated in the first round, you'll have the rest of the money to go to a bar. ”

Participants in the athletic event are divided into two groups according to the order of registration, and each group is divided into four groups, which are determined by lottery. Each team then has one group at a time, and the last person from each group advances to the next round.

This is a very fair method, these three people are relatively late in the registration time, they are divided into a large group, and after the draw, they are divided into a group, and the remaining person in the same group is actually one of the three guns of Chanda, Delangton, which makes these three people slightly relaxed.

It was their turn to play, and a total of eight people from both sides lined up in a neat line, standing in front of the wooden fence in the middle of the arena. Then the person in charge of the venue began to read out their names and the group they belonged to and the pairings they belonged to, and then began to call their team straight.

The first pair was Drondon against a guy who had never heard a name, and the opponent was easily picked off and knocked out on the spot.

The second to be called was Hatheron, the hapless Nord who had fallen from his horse before he could be stabbed by the spear of the other man, and he immediately got up from the ground in frustration, threw his rifle to the ground and broke it in two. Roared fiercely: "Damn it!"

The third turn was Sercius, and the man he faced was Tyrant Tyris, who had met at the canonization ceremony yesterday, and was a rather young Swadian knight with black hair. Sercius steadied his shield and kicked the horse's belly. As the horses accelerated, he slowly flattened the spear, barely visible in the narrow line of sight, and the two horses were in a staggered manner.

Sertius felt the other man's blunt spear stab heavily in his chest, and the impact was accompanied by a strong tear because of the speed of the horse. The sharp pain blackened his eyes, and he quickly flipped off his horse after losing consciousness.

However, he still had one foot on his pedal, and the undriven horse was immediately frightened and galloped, dragging the unconscious man for half a full race before being tamed by the miscellaneous servants of the surrounding sidelines.

It took a long time for Sercius to wake up from his sideline lounge, but all he was told was that he had been promoted.

The reason is also interesting, although Tyrant pushed him off the horse, but in contrast, he actually pushed the opponent off the horse, and the opponent was witnessed by the referee at the beginning of the game with an early start of the foul, so it was decided to be a draw.

Sercius looked at the ceiling and wondered whether he should laugh or cry, and Hatheron, who was waiting for him to wake up, pointed to Malegg, who looked dejected, and could guess from his expression that he was out.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the arena was temporarily closed. The second round will continue on the second day.

That's probably a good thing......

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