The history of the nobility of the Tuhrman Empire is not so much the history of weapon fighting, since the beginning of the founding of the country, the aristocratic camps have been fighting non-stop, and hundreds or thousands of people have also fought many times. The most famous is the Thudorn River Massacre, led by the three princes of the imperial family, more than 2,000 nobles from the three aristocratic camps fought in the square by the river in the imperial capital, and more than 20 nobles were seriously injured and died. Since then, weapon fighting has become a tradition, and the only solution is when you can't kill the nobles of the opposing camp with a single blow, or when you have different political opinions.

Even in the Imperial Diet, large-scale armed fights often occurred due to stance and other reasons, and several emperors and their wistfuls were beaten on the head by angry nobles.

This became a custom in the Tullman Empire, which the Confederacy often used to mock the Empire's barbarism and uncivility, but the Empire scoffed at it.

Defy?

Come on!

There was once a Emperor who even sent an invitation to the Federal President, asking him to bring the members of the Federal House of Lords and the nobles of the Imperial Diet to fight, but of course the Federal President ignored His Majesty's invitation as a fart.

Every fight was like a festival, and before the contestants entered, a large number of nobles, wealthy merchants, and commoners would run to watch. Several times, because the fighting was too chaotic, the nobles who watched the excitement were pulled down to the water.

In this regard, the nobles expressed their calmness.

Wealthy businessmen and commoners like to hear about it, and they never tire of it.

In front of Rossi, Francisco asked the butler to get some chairs first, and asked to bring a few sticks.

In order to reduce casualties, His Majesty the Emperor and the Council of Elders have always passed a decree that the nobles of the empire are not allowed to use swords in arms to avoid deaths. Of course, this does not mean that people will not die with sticks, but this is only to avoid death as much as possible, not to prevent death. Of course, unless it is an irreconcilable mortal enemy, generally everyone will not kill them, and as long as they lose their combat effectiveness, they will be dragged out by the army that maintains law and order.

Can't wait to see the lively Francisco family invite Rossi to Victory Square to watch the biggest weapon fight of the year, Rossi is naturally happy to go to the appointment.

Coming out of Francisco's house, the streets that had been a little deserted were filled with aristocratic servants and servants, carrying chairs, tables, snacks and wine in one direction. Some aristocrats with sticks in their hands, changed into strong suits, and walked together in groups with cold faces, these people are today's protagonists. More people whispered to them with joyful expressions, discussing who would win the final victory in today's fight.

"See, that's Lester. Francisco pointed to the young man in the distance who was surrounded by more than a dozen people and said: "Leicester's winning rate today is very high, seven to ten, and Ronnie's odds are a little lower, one to one." Are you interested in having a game?"

How boring does this Nima have to be to open the market when others are fighting? And it is so open? Rosie can't find the words to express his truest feelings, can you be a little more boring? He rolled his eyes, "Forget it, I'm not very lucky, maybe I'll lose." ”

Francisco hooked up with him, "Then you can press Lester." He laughed like a chicken thief, "I heard that you are very good at fighting, if Leicester is going to lose, you can play in person, anyway, as long as you can win in the end, I am optimistic about you." ”

It's no wonder that there are often thousands of people fighting, and the nobles who bet on it will swing their fists when they see that they are going to lose, and even if there are not many people in the group, it will become a large-scale group.

"That'...... I'm betting a thousand gold coins?"

Francisco looked disdainful, "A thousand gold coins, I'll help you decide, twenty thousand gold coins." He beckoned, and suddenly a very flamboyantly dressed guy with a wig popped up in the crowd. He was meticulously dressed, his face did not have many expressions, and he wore the medal of the Imperial Etiquette Officer on his chest. "I pressed 50,000 gold coins, and Leicester won. Rosie pressed 20,000 gold coins, the same as Lester. ”

The Imperial Etiquette quickly wrote it down in a small notebook, then tore up two bills to Francisco and bowed away.

Rossi looked at the guy and asked curiously, "Who is sitting in the village? Wouldn't this offend the entire noble?"

"You really don't know, you really should stay in the imperial capital for a while longer, this kind of thing must be opened by His Majesty the Emperor, that old guy is too cunning, he actually takes this kind of good thing alone. You must know that it used to be opened by three families together, and that old yin stick is really disgusting, not to mention him. ”

No wonder the aristocratic struggle in Andiel's mouth is like a farce, and it seems that there is a reason for this.

Victory Day Square was east of the center of the imperial capital, where His Majesty the first emperor of the empire once cut off the head of the Bosi emperor. In order to commemorate this event, Victory Square was specially built to commemorate the ideals and achievements of the ancestors.

But in fact, the reason why this square is very famous in the imperial capital and the entire empire is because it is wide enough to accommodate thousands of people to fight in groups.

When I arrived at Victory Square, the whole square was surrounded by a circle of tables and chairs, and all kinds of nobles sat on chairs, sipping flower tea, eating snacks, chatting with the nobles or noble ladies around them, and their eyes moved to the two groups of people in the square from time to time.

A dozen or more Imperial ceremonial officers ran back and forth with small notebooks, and almost all the nobles placed bets, even His Majesty the Emperor.

About three minutes later, the eldest prince and the second prince also arrived. Their outfits are the same as ordinary aristocrats, sitting on the sidelines and smiling at the players in the field, constantly commenting on who is more powerful and who is timid.

Francisco was also commenting, "Look at the big guy over there, he's Armstrong, he is very capable of fighting, he once served in the military department, he killed many Federation people on the border, and was later transferred back because of the abuse of soldiers." This guy is very brutal, he is in almost every fight, and many of his peers are afraid of him, which is why Leicester's odds are so low. ”

Rossi followed Francisco's gaze, a big man of at least one meter and eight, wearing a sleeveless leather armor in winter, and his muscles were about to break free from the leather armor. He was covered in muscle bumps, and his face was full of beards, and he looked at least thirty years old. He glared at the crowd across from him unruly, swearing and shouting, and the swear words that came out of his mouth were worse than those uttered by the lowliest people in the market. It's hard to imagine that such a person is also a nobleman.

Aren't all aristocrats personable, civilized people like Andil or Francisco? Rossi feels that his values have been broken, and his views are not correct.

Francisco was very interested, and kept introducing the players in the field, who had fought a few, who gathered a group of people but was defeated by a few people on the other side, and said that he was all strong. Dobella stood with a group of noblewomen, staring at the muscular men with her eyes shining.

The two little girls, Rhona and Flora, were eating dried fruit and discussing who could fight better.

The whole aristocracy is wonderful!

What surprised Rossi the most was that His Majesty the Emperor actually came in person.

There was no grand chariot line, and the light car came to the scene surrounded by ten people, and sat between the eldest prince and the second prince.

It was also because of the appearance of His Majesty the Emperor that the weapon fight officially began.

Little Ronnie, a young man with a white bandage on his head, raised the stick in his hand high, and the whole square was in a sensation, and the two groups ran fast and slammed into each other.

The surrounding noblewomen let out suppressed exclamations of excitement, and every nobleman became excited, some stood to cheer for the people in the field, and some were roaring loudly, letting their children use their brains more and find soft persimmons to pinch. The fight began in the form of a farce, and some onlookers even took off their boots and smashed them into the crowd.

The aristocratic ladies are like little blue she-cats, cheering loudly for their self-sustaining aristocrats. The civilians also roared loudly and loudly, shouting everything.

The atmosphere was particularly warm, and the whole square fell into a frenzy as soon as it came up.

"Oh hell, is Robbie an idiot? He actually hit two by himself? Ah, he deserves to have a broken head. ”

"Armstrong didn't lose his time in the Army, he played in a very disciplined way, and he was very protective of himself. ”

"Beat him, use a stick, fool, grab a stick and hit him in the head with a stick!"

"Are you stupid? Kick him in the ass!

"Little Ronnie has found Lester, him, him hard!"

"Although Ronnie Jr. is not particularly good at fighting, he has a lot of courage. ”

"It's over, little Ronnie actually cheated, three people beat Leicester one. ”

"That idiot didn't know how to run, he deserved to be beaten. ”

Not far from where Rossi was sitting, a nobleman suddenly stood up, roared and shouted a fool, took the stick from the servant's hand, rushed into the crowd of scufflers, and chased a young nobleman and beat him.

"It was his son who was beaten, and he couldn't help it, hahaha. Francisco had a gloating expression, "That idiot's son is one of the worst people who is beaten every time, he doesn't know how to fight and he likes to get involved in these things, and every time he wants his dad to save him, two idiots, hahaha." ”