If the sibling split caused by Rixat's serious injury is only a hidden danger to the Isenhard family, then the real impact is already imminent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wasam is located at the southern tip of the continent, equivalent to the tropics, and there are no distinct four seasons, so most people are not very sensitive to time, but the calendar is still moving forward in a step-by-step manner. Before you know it, the end of the year is approaching, and a new round of the Wasam Championship is about to begin.

The tournament is held every two years, and it is from this kind of event that the "champion" is called. Compared to the various festivals, the tournament is a truly pure competition, and it is also the supreme event of every city, in the tournament, each family will send the most powerful gladiators to the field, after a brutal competition, after layers of elimination, the winner of a challenger, and the previous champion in the battle of the champion. I think that it was in this way that Ricksat cut down the chief leader of the Makqin family, Citchell, and became the champion of Wasam!

So, on the eve of the next tournament, the Isenhard family will naturally be pushed to the forefront, and he will have to face a very difficult question: Will Rexart still be able to defend his title? In less than a week, the pre-tournament meeting of the trainers will be held, at which he must truthfully explain the answer to this question to every nobleman and other friends and bosses of Warsam, but now, ......

He tried his best to hide the depression in his heart, and tried his best to look at Rixette in the treatment room, who was trying to practice walking. Shortly after the champion of Wasam was able to get off the ground, the stitches on his body had not yet been removed, and he was slowly walking towards him step by step with the support of Lucas and Lodge.

"I'm sorry, master...... Rexat said with a wry smile, "Tournament ...... I ......."

"Don't talk about it," Isenhard squeezed out an unnatural smile, "Rest assured, we'll talk about the game when the game comes." 」

"No, master......" Rixat shook off Lucas and Zhang Long hard, and took a few steps forward, and a huge bead of sweat suddenly oozed from the corner of his forehead: "I will definitely be able to play, and I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life for you!"

"That's enough!" Isenhard couldn't control his emotions anymore, and shouted angrily: "Don't look at the time, in less than a month, it would be good if you could walk the road neatly!

Ricksat was speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, his knees were weak, and he was about to fall, but thanks to Lucas and Rocky's timely support, he didn't fall to the ground on the spot. Esenhard realized that he had lost his temper, sighed, and shook his head in apology, "I'm sorry, brother, I was too impulsive. You take care of your injuries first, and I'll figure it out. 」

The trainer patted Rixette lightly on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the door of the treatment room, and immediately his eyes showed a fierce light, ignoring the eyes of his brothers on the training ground, and shouted a series of foul words in German, no, it should be called Anteystigue in this case. Zhang Long, who was practicing with Glintys, seemed to have heard several familiar lines in "The Destruction of the Empire", thinking of those funny empty ears, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, a slip of the trumpet, he was covered in a fishing net by Grentis, and the scimitar was immediately put on his neck.

"Long Zhang, come over to me!" Isenhard ordered angrily. Zhang Long hurriedly got out of the fishing net, ran to the master and saluted, "Here, master......

Esenhard snorted from his nose: "It's really ugly, why don't you come with me quickly!" Zhang Long knew that he was at a loss, and followed his master's ass all the way to the mansion meeting hall, and there was already a circle of people sitting around the round table, obviously all of them were distinguished guests invited by Isenhard to discuss the plan.

The two beauties, Lady Elena in wizard robes, and Iresa, the "King of Blacksmiths" dressed simply, were dazzling, but Zhang Long could no longer have any gaffe looks, and his attention was instead focused on a nobleman he had never seen before. It was a man in a gorgeous robe, with a hideous and terrifying mask on his face, which made people shudder. From the impressions in the genealogy of the nobles of Warsam, he deduced that it must have been the leprosy Count Perron, who was also a distant relative of Eresa.

Thor also sat at the round table, his brow furrowed, and it seemed that no good ideas had been discussed so far. Hai Shan also stood behind Hai Shan with an expressionless hand, and when she saw Esenhard coming, she greeted her with a wine glass very politely, and saluted, "Master, what did Lucas say?"

Esenhard motioned for Zhang Long to stand behind him, sat down at the round table, took the wine glass, and sighed, "Do you still need to say it? 」

"What should I do then?" said the masked male nobleman Urn angrily, and it could be heard that this slightly old voice was very impatient: "I have spent a lot of money on his treatment, and I can't fight, won't it be all in vain?"

"It's not just a matter of lost healing costs now, Lord Perron!" Elena interrupted, "The former champion's inability to defend his title is a big deal, and if not handled properly, it could probably lead to the disrepute of the entire Isenhard family. As his investors, we must resolutely avoid this kind of thing, otherwise, the loss will be even greater. 」

Perón snorted through his nose, "What's the solution? The champion is gone, what hope is there for this family? I'm going to withdraw my money." 」

"With all due respect, Lord Perron, we have signed a contract, and you can't just withdraw your money. 」

"Who said you can't?" Peron sneered, took out the contract from his sleeve and unfolded it, "See? This reads 'Invest in Ricksat and Fetsuma', and it's not your entire Esenhard family, now that Ricksat is gone, what else do I invest in?"

Thor's face changed, and he secretly complained: it seemed that he had been caught up in the play on words! He tentatively clung to the last glimmer of hope, "Isn't there still Fichma?"

"Hmph......" Perron's laughter was even more eerie, "Boy, see clearly, it's Lexant 'and' Ficulma, not 'or'! I'll only pay for them when they're both worth investing at the same time, how can I just have one?"

Thor couldn't wait to slap his mouth hard: he blamed himself for not being able to find the loophole in the contract in the first place, this "and" can indeed be explained like Peron just now, I really didn't expect the nobles of Candras to be so treacherous, maybe it's been peaceful for a long time, and all the energy is spent on power struggles, right? In the face of these things, a young man like him, who charges on the battlefield every day, is still too tender!

Hearing this, Iresa was a little unhappy, and interjected: "Shibo, it's not right for you to do this, what did Ricksart say, he is also the champion of Wasam! If nothing else, how much money did he make you just by winning that match against the sheep-headed man with his life? Now that he is injured and can't fight, are you going to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

Peron snorted: "Little girl, what do you know? Can you evaluate whether I did the right thing or not? The contract is terminated, and from tomorrow, this family will not want to get a son from me!" The leprosy count said, got up and was about to brush his sleeves away, Hayanne's eyes rolled, and she leaned over with a smile on her face, and whispered a few words in his ear, Perron's figure froze for a moment, and then slowly turned to Esenhard, and he couldn't see his expression through the mask, but he could clearly feel a creepy slaughter.

"Hehehehe, Isenhard, you are good enough, the old man admires!" The earl smiled and gave a thumbs up to the trainer: "The contract will continue to take effect for the time being, but the champion can't afford to defend the title of this mess, you have to find a way to clean it up yourself, the old man doesn't have the time to think about it for you!"

Perron left, everyone here became their own people, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot, but the core problem was still not solved......