The idiot dad in Francisco's mouth was protecting his son, and the stick in his hand was wielding impenetrable, but he was still whipped several sticks on his body by others.

Most of the people in the group fight were young people, and most of their elders sat on the periphery and watched them fight. In fact, the children of the aristocracy are very pitiful to a certain extent, they can't make decisions about marriage, they can't make decisions about work, they can't make decisions about how many children they have, and they can't make their own decisions about who they make friends with and who they are enemies of. Before birth, life has been arranged, and the birth of a person is just a set of procedures step by step.

The only thing you can do now is to wave your fists and vent.

Rosie was looking at the excitement and elation, Andil didn't know where to touch it, he snatched a chair from his side and placed it next to Rossi, "Have you placed a bet?" ”

"Down, Lester, twenty thousand gold coins. Rosie glanced at Angelo, who was standing behind Andiel, but didn't see Domingo. The former pointed to the crowd that was scuffling together, and it turned out to be inside.

Andil pointed at Rosie with satisfaction, "Good job, boy." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Francisco and bowed his head, "Let Rosie come to my house in a few days, I haven't talked enough to him last time in Lime City, this is a very interesting young man." ”

Francisco bowed slightly, in obedience.

He is a hereditary earl, and he will not make the slightest concession in the face of non-hereditary marquises, but Andiel is not only a hereditary marquis, but also a guy in the same camp. Andier doesn't seem to have any ability, maybe the only ability is to attract bees and butterflies in the imperial capital, hook up with women from good families to cheat, and force women who have lost their feet to be good, but this person must not be underestimated. The aristocracy is a very contradictory group, on the one hand, they eat, drink, and enjoy the poor, and on the other hand, they also have their own unique talents, especially the nobles in high positions.

In the words of one philosopher, struggle is everywhere.

The resources of the empire were limited, and the royal family had always been committed to depriving hereditary nobility of their titles, and it can be said that hereditary titles of nobility were no longer canonized from the time of the founding of the country to the time of Turman V. These hereditary nobles are all real wealthy families that have endured for thousands of years. In the environment of survival of the fittest, there is no residue left of the weak that has long been eaten, and the rest have their own means and outstanding abilities.

They had to fight against the nobility of the same class, against the royal family, and against their brothers and sisters. These struggles are very cruel, there is no possibility of doing it again, and the end of defeat is defeat. Take Domingo and Angelo, for example, if they weren't siblings, maybe the two would have fought to the death by now, and Andil wouldn't have intervened. Because of the continuation of the family and the coat of arms, it is absolutely impossible to count on those benevolent children, who will only hasten the downfall of the family, not its prosperity.

Andiel fought his way out of seventeen siblings and inherited the patriarchal throne of the family of Saint Simon, but who knows what happened to his brothers and sisters? The sisters and sisters may have married other nobles as a means of marriage, but the brothers? except for the two who are still messing around, the others have long since disappeared without a trace.

They may be benevolent and mellow, or brutal and unkind, but this is definitely not who they are.

Andil looked at Rossi, "Wait a minute, do you want to go up and play?"

Rosie was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid of pain." ”

Saying that, the three men all laughed, this reason is really tama perfect, and I am afraid of pain and it will be solved. But Andil suggested differently, "You should go up and let everyone know about you, see you with your own eyes, let them know that you are coming, you are standing here, and you make the opponent submit." Listen to me Rosie, this is the day when young people show their fists, you don't want to be looked down upon or look for trouble in the future, now is the best opportunity. He reached out and took a stick from the servant's hand and handed it to Rosie's hand.

"Use sticks and pain to let others know you're coming, go ahead!"

Rosie hesitated with the stick, but Francisco pushed him and shouted loudly, "Little Ronnie, you bastard, Rosie said to let you taste the bitterness, let you understand that this is not a place where you can go wild!"

Little Ronnie, who was beating Leicester, looked over with red eyes, and compared the middle finger of his left hand, Andil and Francisco saw it and laughed, "If you don't go up, the whole imperial capital will see your joke." ”

Rosie reluctantly took off her cumbersome coat, wore a white shirt with a flower collar, unbuttoned her neckline, and walked towards the disrupted crowd step by step.

Francisco excitedly summoned the Imperial Hostess, "I want to place a bet, Rossi can hold on to the end and stand, no matter what the odds are, I will press 100,000 gold coins." As he spoke, he looked at Andiel, "Don't you play?"

Andil shrugged his shoulders, "I'm the same as him, pressing a hundred thousand." ”

Rosie almost fell down when he heard these two guys use him to place bets, these two guys are really hateful.

He also understands that this is actually a good intention, and it is also a rare opportunity. There are more than 20,000 large and small nobles in the entire Tuhrman Empire, and if you want to highlight your existence among the 20,000 people, you must do something eye-catching, and fighting in person is the best opportunity.

Winning will naturally let people know that this guy is from the church and has been standing until the end.

It doesn't matter if you lose, after all, it's a young person, and it's a group fight like this kind of brawl, and it's hard for a few people to stand at the end.

For Rossi, it was a game without fail.

Rosie took a breath and swung her stick into the melee. It may be that little Ronnie took Francisco's words seriously before, he pointed at Rosie, and the three people who were fighting with others rushed over and glared at Rossi fiercely.

Two groups, four camps, continued to be joined, and the number of people in the melee increased, and more and more people were also dragged out of the field by the soldiers of the Imperial Army. These people bared their teeth and gasped, still admitting defeat on their lips, and scolding and scolding.

The onlookers laughed, and the civilians were overjoyed, this kind of good thing is only two or three times a year at most, but such a large scale may only be once in two or three years.

The reason why such a large-scale group fight was triggered this time was not because everyone was itching their hands and wanted to beat others, but because of the decision of the will of the upper echelons. The Federation continues to launch small-scale attacks on the border, and the Empire is considering whether to give them a hard time, so that these hateful fellows can understand that the Tuhrmans are not easy to mess with. Some people agree and some people oppose it, and everyone has their own reasons and positions, so there has never been a decisive opinion.

This group fight, in a way, is an extension of the high-level political game.

A group fight lasted from the morning to more than one o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't even eat lunch. When one person falls, someone immediately makes up for it, and there is hardly any time to rest.

Rosie didn't know how many people he had taken down, anyway, as soon as he knocked down a person, someone immediately pounced on him again, not giving him a chance to breathe. The stick in his hand has been taken away and thrown away, and he can only fight with his opponent with a pair of meat fists, but fortunately, this group of young nobles does not have too strong combat power, and he can barely support it.

When everyone was exhausted, he gasped for breath and spotted little Ronnie hiding behind the crowd.

"I'm caonima!", little Ronnie spat on the ground, grabbed his pants and turned to run. Rosie chased after him, making him feel a little dangerous.

Lester has been fucked a long time ago, but he is not comfortable either, and it is better to be lazy in the back to hold on until now. When Rosie found him, he was already intimidated by Rosie's combat prowess. In addition to Armstrong's muscular bump, only Rossi was left in the entire square.

He scolded people as he ran, scolding Francisco, scolding Andiel, scolding everyone who had to do with Rossi. The more he scolded, the more Rosie wanted to beat him.

A careless and already tired little Ronnie tripped over the people around him, stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground, and his face suddenly changed. Rosie laughed and pressed up, and waved his fist on top of him, a slow motion with his left hand and right hand, and a replay in slow motion with his left hand and right hand.

The aristocratic ladies outside the arena screamed screaming, but they couldn't see that anyone was frightened, and their faces were red and excited, and as Rossi's fist landed on little Ronnie's face, blood splashed along with the waves of muscles, and they were actually counting.

Little Ronnie, who was beaten into a pig's head, protected his head, "Caonima, you wait." ”

Rossi didn't care what he said, his left hand and right hand repeated in slow motion.

"Help, take me away from this slut, I admit defeat!", couldn't stand a punch on his face and body, little Ronnie finally couldn't bear the pain and begged for mercy.