The two knights in the arena clamped the horse's belly firmly with their legs, and the horse in the iron boots stimulated the war horse to gallop like a frenzy.

Baron Victor mounted his twelve-foot cavalry on a shield painted with the coat of arms of the One-Eyed Rao, leaning forward slightly, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the opponent's breastplate, and the charging posture was flawless.

Count Lavanka, who was opposite, was equally skilled, and he made the same choice, placing his rifle in the middle. In the observation hole of his pig-faced helmet, a pair of brown eyes stared at Victor as if they were about to breathe fire.

The knights collided violently in the middle of the arena, and Victor took the tip of his spear with his shield.

With a "clatter", sawdust flew and the spear broke in two.

Victor tilted the angle of his shield slightly, skillfully unloading most of the impact of his opponent, and his own mounted spear stabbed the opponent's breastplate firmly, the tip of the spear piercing into the thick metal plate

Count Lavanka felt like he had been thrown off his horse by a force that threw him into the mud of the racetrack, breaking his head and bleeding and, unfortunately, in the process of falling, his armor was deformed and stuck in the stirrups.

"Old! Help him! The audience exclaimed.

The wild stallion dragged the Count by one of his legs on the dirt floor, and Count Lavanka's huge body was dragged like a poor rag doll, pressing a long dent in the ground.

"Damn it, stop that horse!" One of the attendants shouted.

But the frenzied animal apparently did not want to stop, and the attendants who tried to stop it were knocked out of the way, and one of them had his front teeth knocked out.

Baron Victor arrived, rode forward a few meters, turned off his mount, and galloped towards the startled horse.

The audience was shocked that a big man in slatted armor could run so fast.

Victor stretched out a pair of giant palms and firmly grasped the reins of the startled horse.

"Drink!"

He roared, his legs firmly pinned to the spot, and with a terrifying force he dragged the galloping startled horse, and the horse neighed, and stood up with its strong hind legs.

"Now is the time! Get his feet out! Victor shouted.

The attendants rushed up and simply pinned their horses to the ground.

Victor let go of the reins and went up to check, and found that the deformed armor of the Count of Lavanka was stuck in the stirrups, and the ankle had been violently twisted by the horse, and had been broken.

"Lord Earl, it's rude, it can hurt!"

He took the count's injured foot out of the stirrup and said, "Lord Lavanka, you are not very supportive, I am afraid you will have to miss the next competition."

Count Lavanka's face twisted in pain, but he replied politely:

"Victor, the speed of your progress is really amazing, I was able to fight with you in the first two years, and now I was directly defeated by you in one round, worthy of being a knight of the Strandhald family, and living up to the prestige of the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre!"

"You're overrated, my lord, the medical officer is here, hurry up and go to the hospital for treatment, and when you recover, let's continue to fight!"

"Good son! Let's make a decision! ”

Count Lavanka was helped up by his attendants, patted Victor on his shoulder, and left the arena in a medical carriage.

Reaching out to the knight in time, Victor's gentlemanly behavior was met with long, thunderous applause from the audience.

In the hearts of the Valstad people, who admired the ancient style, Baron Victingstrand was the greatest knight of his time, a model of knighthood, and a representative of chivalry.

As in previous years, this year's rifle competition was won by Baron Victor, and a member of the organizer staff entered the competition with a laurel wreath to symbolize the championship.

According to the rules of the feudal lords of Guvalstad, the winner of the contest could choose a lady, put his wreath on her head, and draw his sword and swear to fight for her.

There is no surprise, everyone knows who the girl Victor cares about the most.

He took a pair of long legs and walked towards the VIP seat, stopping in front of the Queen Rosemary, who was so excited that her heart was scarlet.

Baron Wickingstranghald half-knelt down, holding a garland of champions, and said:

"Your Majesty Queen Rosemary, I implore you to be a Knight of Oath."

The priest of the Templar Church on the side stood up and said, "Victor's vow, I bear witness to it!"

Your Majesty the Queen Rosemary, will you accept the guardianship of this sincere, young knight, and if you will, wear his laurels and accept his vows. ”

"I ...... I...... I do! ”

Rosemary replied embarrassedly, her pretty face flushed, and her sister Edgar beside her looked envious.

Unable to suppress his joy, Victor got up and offered the laurel wreath, pressed his chest and swore that

"I, Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, Baron of the Starfall Isles, Wicktingstrand Holder, make a sacred vow in the presence of the Priest!

Lady Rosemary, my beautiful princess majesty!

I swear to defend all your interests, to praise your beauty, to sing the praises of your virtues!

If I act rebelliously in the future, or if I pledge allegiance to other ladies besides you, I will fall into a flaming hell and suffer forever! ”

Rosemary trembled and took the laurel wreath and put it on her head, the emerald green laurel wreath with her long silver hair made it look extremely elegant and beautiful.

The priest nodded: "The lady has accepted the knight's oath, please give her your sword to this lady and let her perform the acceptance ceremony for you." ”

With a "brush" sound, Victor's shining hand half sword was unsheathed, he knelt down again, held it with both hands, Rosemary gracefully took the long sword, lightly tapped it twice on Victor's broad shoulder, and said:

"My strong knight, Wicktingströnhund, you must not leave me, keep me safe, and maintain my reputation."

"I will do it by all means! It is better to pay with your life than to do so! ”

At the end of this retro ceremony, the priest took the lead in applauding, the audience cheered in unison, and the petals and streamers floated in the air, and the excitement was almost like a wedding.

Edgar Midknight leaned over and smiled; "How's it going, sir, how do you feel about having a Knight of Oath now?"

"I ...... Is...... It's so happy......" Rosemary choked up with excitement.

"Pick her up! Pick her up and get on the horse! Kiss her! The audience began to heckle, making Rosemary embarrassed and covering her face.

Victor stretched out his hand and asked politely, "As your knight, I invite you to ride along, is it okay?" ”

"Of course!"

Rosemary felt a great force lift herself from the ground, and then gently lowered herself into the saddle of her horse, and Victor immediately turned on her horse, sat down behind her, hugged her tightly in her arms, and whispered to her:

"My dear, in two days I will accompany His Majesty the Emperor to the royal cemetery of the Midknight family, and then I will beg her to marry you to me!" With that, he tightened the reins, rode out of the venue, and took his sweetheart for a ride.