A young servant immediately took the new rifle and handed it to the Dorbin Knight.

Laughter erupted from the scene, and it turned out that Pearson's legs and feet were entangled in horse ropes.

In order not to fall off the horse, the sliding body clings to the horse's belly, but it can't climb it, and hangs more and more to the ground, showing a strange posture.

The servant hurried forward and pushed Pearson on the buttocks, trying to push him up, and at the same time to avoid falling off the horse, or he would be judged to lose, and it took a while to succeed, and the laughter lasted just as long.

From the glimmer of light peeking out of the armor out of the corner of his eye, Pearson saw several young ladies covering their mouths.

It was so hateful, his face quickly swollen red within the armor.

"Two idiots, if there were whips, I would have beaten you to death."

Pearson pulled back his face armor and spit out two mouthfuls of saliva to Hu Cong (serfs), leaving and right.

This was Pearson's slave, and although he behaved rudely, no one could accuse him.

But in this way, some ladies who originally had a good impression of him completely lost their good feelings.

The referee waited for Pearson to calm down and announced the two sides adjusting.

After a wave of self-righteous majesty, Pearson dismounted and asked the servant to inspect the saddle, not noticing the eye contact between the two servants.

When the servant said that it was all right, he took a deep breath and boarded his horse again, and looked at Dorbin, who looked flawless on the other side, and Pearson's heart trembled.

"God forbid......"

He originally came in with civilians to watch the excitement, but after being squeezed by the words of several knights, he came to the stage with a hot head, and now he can't advance or retreat.

The host is on the seat.

This Pearson knight may be associated with the Knights Templar. "The well-informed Carol, whispered to Bran.

"Possibly?"

"When I was in my twenties, the Grand Duke sent people to join the Second Crusade, and I also went, and I came under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of the Fat. I was joined by a baron named Falcon Duncan, who was also the deputy head of the Templar Order at the time.

The knight's coat of arms bears a resemblance to that of Baron Facon, perhaps a close relative or collateral ...... The baron was a true knight, well-fed and well-trained. ”

Bran understood Carroll's words, since he was going to Rome, it was good to know some local nobles so well.

Pearson had signed up in the morning, and Bran hadn't noticed, but now he had called a servant and asked him to inquire around Pearson's tent.

After about five minutes, the two jousters returned to the starting point.

The two servants of the Pearson knight were extremely nervous.

The first time the rope loosened was intentional on the part of one of them.

Readjusting just now, the servant said to the other person, "Think about how Lord Pearson treats us serfs, even if it is a famine, you still have to pay a sufficient amount of crops, and how your sister's 'right to the first night' was taken away by the lord and his guards!"

The words "First Night Power" are enough, the evil seedlings breed in an instant, and the tyrant should be killed.

The two of them knew each other that the saddle seemed to be tight and loose, and when it moved, it would break completely.

After Pearson sat down, he turned around twice and found nothing unusual, and the referee immediately called out to start.

The two riders start again.

Bran's master seat, which happened to be the center point of the collision between the two horses, had an excellent viewing angle, and he watched intently.

The foal rushed out again.

"Stop!"

Mishandling again, coupled with the slipping of the saddle, Pearson staggered, and the spear caught under his armpit collided with Dorbin.

This time, the god of luck descended on the stronger Dobin, and his spear did not break, but it slammed into Pearson's visor, knocking it off perfectly.

"Rider Dorbin Rodney from Barçabeth wins."

The parliamentarian aristocrats who bet against Bran were about to withdraw their money when a sudden change occurred.

Dorbin did not dismount, his face suddenly fell silent halfway through laughter, and then his spears and wooden shields slipped down, making a faint cry for help, and his body leaned forward slightly, and he was sure to move again.

Just before Pearson was knocked into the air, the angle of his pistol under his armpit was from the bottom up, aiming at Dorbin's face armor and smashing past.

The splintering thorns of wood, piercing through the sliding part of the visor, plunged into Dorbin's forehead, and his cry was treated as a cheer.

Blessings are incomparable, and God does not act alone.

The "Grim Reaper" and the "God of Luck" came at the same time.

Dorbin's husk stepped forward and pulled him off his horse, opened his visor, and the blood flowed profusely, announcing his death.

Then this result will be overturned, and the fact that the wooden thorn is still inserted is ironclad, and the fruit of victory was eaten by Pearson.

"One stab kills", not only the armor but also the "foal" belong to the victor's trophy.

The two of them chilled from the inside, why is this bastard so lucky! I was depressed, but I could only pull my master aside to recuperate.

Defeating the opponent and becoming the focus, many eyes are staring, and the idea of wanting to kill the master, the two can only put it away first.

"Is that okay?" Bran secretly said in his heart, "Shit luck." ”

Bran's Jack was in the fourth round, and Jack saluted before taking the stage, and his opponent was from a manor house in northern Italy.

This is a fifty-year-old knight who has participated in these competitions four times in his career, and once won the championship.

Now that he is sick, he doesn't want to go away in bed, and wants to end it in a decent way.

He put on his makeup, drank some wine, his face flushed, and he had just gone to talk to a few young ladies.

Now, it's his turn to play.

Thereupon..... He came, he saw, he died.

The experienced old knight could not keep up with the strength and speed of his opponent, and Jack picked him off his horse with a single shot, and his head fell to the ground, the corners of the old knight's mouth rose and he no longer breathed, and the servant cried and took the good and righteous master down.

Jack didn't take his armor and horse, and dismounted and bowed his head in respect to the old man.

This was a gesture of gratitude from the old knight's son, and cheers from the others.

In the eighth round, a knight in silver armor caused a shock.

The opponent of the Silver Knight is the viscount "Webb Fergus" from southern Italy.

Twenty-three-year-old Webb is also a well-known bounty hunter in tournaments, and he has an invincible opponent in southern Italy.

"From the kingdom of God on earth (Rome), with boundless courage, he caused his enemies to flee from the wind......"

With each appearance, Viscount Webb has a long list of followers, and he is regarded as one of the favourites.

The handsome and dashing Webb received the most applause and the blue eyes of the ladies.

The "family pedigree" taken out by the opponent's silver-armored knight indicates that he is from the East, and everyone is not familiar with it, so he doesn't care, just a nobleman.

The first time they collided, the two hit each other with shields tied to their arms.

The force is within the acceptable range.

The two also decisively improved their opponents' abilities.

Webbra opened his visor, "Say it, Warrior." ”

The knight in silver armor opened his eyes, his gaze and fingers wiggling in response.

The referee fell.

The second time they flashed each other, and the two of them swung each other into the air.

One suddenly slows his horse, and the other shifts his horse to the other side.

The two stabs were missed, and Webb became nervous, and few people could block his two shots.

In the dictionary of both sides, there is no draw option, and both choose to play a third stab.

Don't want to delay, fight quickly, the silver-armored knight clutched the riding spear.

The stimulus of that moment is drawn in the brain.

"Kill!"

Fast as lightning, hard as thick iron, the two hit each other's chests this time, and still no one fell off the horse.

But Webb's chest was extremely painful, and although he didn't bleed, he also knew that even if he won this game, he would have to rest for at least half a day. The next game probably won't be played.