Bran forgot what day it was, it was one afternoon, he was alone with Alain, and the two of them ended up in the same bed.

The woman didn't love herself, and Bran could tell from the look in her eyes.

I don't love her either, but the two have become the most intimate relationship again.

The upper echelons of the principality automatically ignored this matter, and they took better care of Alain.

Alain's place of residence is also in the High Court Palace.

But the female officers cleverly staggered all the schedules.

Since Alain became pregnant, Alain and Zoe have never met in private.

Zoe knew about it, but Bran didn't hide it from her, and told her the first time.

"I have an extra child, so I don't need my last name."

That night, Bran knew that Zoe was crying while holding the quilt.

Some people have small hearts and give one person, and there is only this person in their hearts, such as Zoe to Bran.

She understood that this was an affair between nobles and was not worth talking about.

She should have been more generous, but she was still sad.

Her resistance was to leave the table early when she dined with her husband twice in a row.

The third time, as a woman's kindness, she privately instructed the female official to take care of Her Highness's bloodline.

In the room at this time, Alain and Bran were each lying in a rocking chair.

Beyond the door, there is an important minister of the principality, who is arranging a lottery in the dark.

Bran could hear his men talking and read the book.

In his previous life, Bran loved to read, and in this era, he still retains this habit.

Alain knitted his sweater quietly.

As the night deepened, Alain touched his stomach and said, "I'll go back to my room first." ”

"Are you going to come tomorrow?"

"No, I'm tired."

After Alain left, he touched the child in his belly.

"If this were a boy, I would definitely let her know how her mother was treated......"

Alain rubbed shoulders with Hild.

Hilde bowed his head and saluted, saying Madame, bitter in his heart, and then went into the study to arrange tomorrow's process with everyone.

Bran didn't have to do anything, he waited quietly for the schedule and discussed the various arrangements.

In the end, Simon and the others got all the signs and showed them to Bran.

"Your Highness, the people who are good friends with us are all ranked up with unfamous opponents, and some who are not familiar with them will be randomly assigned. And divide the strong into different groups to increase visibility. ”

"Who are we in Milan going to war?"

"There were twenty-five in all, and the main ones were Lord Ambu, Lord Arnold, Lord Desley, Lord Pande, and Lord Ulle."

"After all, it's the home field, and the projects they sign up for must at least reach the top 32, and one person from each must reach the top four."

"Your Highness, rest assured, everything has been arranged."

"Let's go down."

Bran looked out of the tower, at the lit tent, and thought, I don't know how many people will die in the jousting tomorrow?

Five hours later, the time came to seven in the morning.

The area around the tournament is very lively.

There is a large bazaar on the outermost part, and at least 20,000 people come to trade and play.

Going inward is the competition square, and nearly 3,000 people have come.

But the appearance of the White Dragon Guard and the Teutonic Knights stabilized the noisy order.

Bran appeared after a thousand calls.

As the organizer, he sat on the set up viewing platform.

There are many places around for important nobles of the principality and distinguished guests from foreign countries.

It can accommodate a hundred people.

The Black Prince, Meng Gao, and Da Xiong are all qualified to sit at the table.

In the middle of the distance, there were two places, one with a sword and the other with a spear.

In these two venues, you can let two people go up at a time, so that you can compete with four at a time.

Looking farther away, it is the camp tents of the major nobles.

Some of the places are for the common people to see, and compared to the relaxed aristocratic quarters, the civilian areas are very crowded, but also very lively, and the hawkers shuttle through them, making a big windfall.

Bran went up and spoke for a while, and then he had the chair take over and sit down on his rostrum.

Surrounded by high-ranking nobles, who are also players, chatting with him.

In the first sword fight, the referee called the nobles of Glamorgan to come to the stage, and it was unfortunate that this man's opponent was also from Glamorgan.

Meng Gao, who was in the VIP seat, was still puzzled how could the nobles of his own territory come here?

But as soon as you look at the people on the field, you can understand what's going on, but you don't need to expose it, you can fight with your own name, and if you win, as a lord, you can also share the glory.

Someone died the first time.

Immediately there are spears and swords.

The cheers of the audience outside the arena gave the players a huge sense of victory and defeat, and when they were released instantaneously on the field, they fiercely used their weapons against the enemy.

To avoid too many casualties, switch to a wooden sword in the end, but if the player agrees, you can also use a real sword.

As a result, in order to show their courage, the person who went up chose the real sword.

Affected by it, the swordsman of the other field, who did not want to be considered weak, changed to a real sword.

Of the four people in the two sword fights, three fell in the end, and the one who survived had blood all over his mouth.

And immediately there was a game of riding spears, both of them were killed, and each of them passed their spears through each other's vital points.

There were far more people than swords than spears, because horses were too expensive.

The nobles who were killed, the equipment was not taken away, and they were put into the prize pool.

The opening was so intense, and the audience cheered even more.

Some of the ladies were so frightened that they covered them with fans.

Zoe didn't dare to look at it either, and pulled back with little Henry in her arms.

Bran's expression was calm, not at all cruel.

He doesn't like jousting, but he likes manipulating jousting.

In the end, he nodded in agreement, that is, the participants became his pawns.

The knights reported each other's homes and shouted, which also added to the highlights.

In the second round, the horse rode a gun, and Brady went up.

He participated in both competitions.

His opponent was a Frankish knight.

Brady, wearing a Viking-like horned helmet and a spear, burst through with a quick shot as the referee gave the order.

Boom!

The opponent's face armor was crooked, and the fragments were inserted into the face, and the face could not be canceled, and he died on the spot.

Brady rode around and received flowers and applause.

In the second round, there was also Bran's subordinate, Uller, on the field.

His opponent was a knight from the Holy Land, nearly thirty years old.

The length is unremarkable, and the complexion is somewhat yellow.

Uller didn't let go of his eyes, after he came to the peninsula, he participated in actual battles, practiced hard day and night, and had already received the level of a first-class master.

He also has a good sword.

He is a Milanese aristocrat, and when he plays with his own people, the crowd always cheers.

He was also very polite and polite to his opponents.

The opponent pulled the mask apart and returned the salute very politely.

Then the two of them compared the sword a few times, and Uller was surprised to find that it seemed that something was wrong, and he couldn't catch the feeling of the other party's shot.

The more you fight, the more you suffocate.

After a dozen swords, Uller found himself wet all over.

He's being lured by his opponent and making a lot of pointless defensive follow-ups.

And the opponent can always predict his own prediction.

"No, I'm sure I'm thinking too much, how can this person be so powerful?"

But it turned out that the opponent was too strong, and Uller's sword never touched the opponent's body.

In the end, he was in a hurry, he was proud of his swordsmanship, but he couldn't lose the first game, it was too faceless.

He slashed his sword widely, but was caught in the air, and the opponent only flashed past Uller, and then pointed his sword to Uller's side, but did not attack.

Uller understands that the opponent has given face, otherwise this sword will go down, although it is a wooden sword, he will definitely have to show his appearance.

Others gave themselves face, and they should have the spirit of a knight, so he decisively admitted defeat.

Although there were aristocratic boos, the defeat was not ugly.

Uller suddenly lost, leaving the Eastern Knight to be noticed by several people.

However, this knight was not a landslide victory, and was considered experienced and lucky.

When the knight went down, a woman disguised as a man asked him.

"This is the first game, you still have a lot of games to play, why don't you do it quickly?"

"That's so eye-catching, even though the opponent is too weak, I can warm up."

"Do you perceive that you are stronger than you, or more dangerous?"

"There are a few people who are okay, but what I'm looking forward to the most is challenging Bran."

Speaking of this, the male knight suddenly vomited blood.

Then he wiped it off with a cloth, "After this fight, if I don't die, I will go back to the Abbasids, and you will go back to your place, you have followed me for too long." ”