"Your Excellency, the cash drawer is empty!" The Titans continued to report to Oran. He let the wealth deliberately displayed by his subordinates before stir up each round of martial arts.

The doctrine advises people to drink alcohol, not to speculate, and to be religious. At this moment, not many people in the audience still remember, they are all shouting to start, they want to continue to press.

Even nuns have bets. Take out the ring you have hidden on your body, and in a few minutes, you will be able to make a profit.

There are usually too few opportunities for public speculation, and the flame of human competition and excitement is ignited.

"Empty"

"Yes."

"Titan, what do you have in mind after compiling the Codex" Orlan asked, but reached out to pinch Edward's chubby white face, and Adesha pushed Oran's hand away in disgust, rubbing the child's face gently.

Knowing that his father had another class, Edward broke free from his mother's grasp, exposing his ears. Titan replied,

"It is very difficult for people to change their habits, even if they are forbidden, they have to keep persuading and preaching, and sometimes, when they make mistakes, they can't all be guilty because there are too many wrong people."

"This is one layer, and there is another layer" Oran's words, the Titan didn't react immediately, and Oran didn't pull with him, looking at his eldest son.

"It is faith, as long as a man has faith in the execution of the law, knowing that theft will be a crime, and insulting a lord will be beheaded, even in a place where no one hears or sees, he will not dare to violate it. Faith can be extended, and these people can turn a dozen boxes of stones into gold with a touch of my lips as long as they believe in what I pay. Take out all the wealth that will be paid to the Knights Hospitaller next month, and let the big nobles in our camp also make up some and continue to pay compensation. After a while, the favourites in the off-court markets became Orlan.

From three to one to one to one to one. Oran's improvised funds were stuffed into boxes and then moved to the grass to be opened.

Then Orlan came on and it was the last few rounds and he was up against strong corners. Not all of his people. The light penetrates the earth, and the trees around the meadow shake and shadow.

The viewer who wants to get rich nervously can't. The nobleman flung his ornate robe and his decorated bow, and the servants behind him raised the family flag with both hands.

Four kinds of martial arts. Orlan thought he could take them all. But he is a lord, and what he needs is not this icing on the cake honor.

He buys the money-loving with an eagle's pound, he gives the ruler to the powerful, and he adds honor to the admirer! A tall wooden target was erected, about a hundred meters away.

In the end, there were fourteen left. Among the seven people in this round, Orlan took the top two. Oran raised his hand in the air to take the oath, and the servant pulled out a ball of black cloth.

All players go on one set before going on the field, with their eyes pointing ahead. There are people around who are playing suona to disturb you. When you are not as strong as others, as the organizer, of course, you are engaging in shady!

100 meters blind shot! Pull everyone's strength to the same level. Not only that, but the servant will also change the target distance and use an audible signal to indicate the new location.

The first young, handsome Welshman fired the first shot, but it hit the air. Second, the third is still missing.

In this situation, don't say that you are hit by an arrow, and it is luck to be able to rub it. The fourth was Banbundi from Wales, who had come to ask the Flying Serpent for justice, but had died without a hitch, and had heard that he would be made Lord of Glamorgan...... Oran's bet, he won a lot, determined to win the championship and humiliate the demons.

Oran announced the new rules ten minutes before kick-off. After seeing the first mistake, Banbundi immediately asked for a thin blade the size of a fingernail for repairing clothes.

Ten minutes was enough, and he had a fine blade hidden in his hand. He wore gloves, and the fine blade was attached to the glove, and pushed the servants to help, and when he brought a black cloth to cover his face, he wiped the black cloth into a small gap.

They are all soldiers who are born and died on the battlefield, this little bit of light is enough, he reluctantly lifted his breath, snapped, although he missed the target, but he rubbed to the edge of the position.

The crowd is excited! Applause and flowers were thrown out from the sky. The next one is Gozzina, who was supposed to be eliminated, but an old player who won the last round was too excited to qualify and suffered a stroke directly, and he filled the vacancy.

Gozina had a bitter face, but he pressed himself not to qualify, and he lost a lot of money for no reason. The money had to be forcibly levied by 500 people before it could be made up.

The people are like cabbages in the field, they are cut too hard, and they don't have time to grow, and they still lose themselves. Looking at the box of Orlan in the distance, I thought to myself, since I qualified, it is better to fight for the top three, this kind of big competition can achieve results, and the family history can be written in a big book, which will greatly increase the reputation.

There are also many women who throw themselves into their arms! No one noticed that his black gloves were stained with water, and when he covered himself with the black cloth, he squeezed the black cloth with all his might, squeezed the water from the gloves on the cloth, and before the water dried, the black cloth shone through.

This is the door to victory! Lift your breath, exert your strength, shoot angrily! Lao Tzu is the best scorer in the Premier League! His shooting posture is also standard, and his arm pulls the longbow to the side of his face, covering others from looking at the face scarf.

Perfect shot, still rubbing the edges, but closer to the target than Banbundi. Immediately took off the scarf.

Everyone was attracted by the flying arrow, from the time he put it on to the time he put it out, it was only fifteen or sixteen seconds, and the distance was far away, and no one noticed the abnormality.

The two of them rubbed the edges! Pande, who was going to play sixth this time, looked a little nervous. Oran, who was at the end of the line, said meaningfully as he watched Gozzina pass by him,

"That's smart."

"Your Excellency, it's all because I'm being sun-lit." The two had a tacit understanding. As the organizer, Oran will play shamelessly to the end.

The rule he issued just now also said that after every arrow fired, the servant would change his position. But just now it was all flat.

By the time they got to Pande, Oran had people pull closer than forty meters! In other words, Pande only needs to shoot a target sixty meters forward.

And this distance, in the first half of the night, under Orlan's prior reminder, Pande had practiced many times. His black cloth was even more directly stained with water.

Very good at shooting a fart with a game to talk about power, look at the background! With a bang, Pande used a distance very close to the crosshair.

Perfect! The corners of his mouth turned up, ignoring the boos. Although this is shameless, it is a reasonable use of the rules.

And in order to suppress the discussion, Oran, who came on the field last, changed his goal to 200 meters. As dawn.

Oran attracts all eyes. Bember's archery is unparalleled in the world! Oran, like everyone else, has a perfect posture, but ...... He was ridiculously empty, the strong bow was full of 200 meters, he was a little weak, and sweat was coming out.

And the arrow wilted halfway through the shot! When the Oran cloth strip was not untied, the unstoppable disappointment came from the mountains and seas.

But he didn't make a handicap, and a group of his subordinates, except for Kunsang and Nanding, all knew the ending, and deliberately bought themselves to lose!

The purchase that was originally speculated by Orlan, he lost, but what he earned was the wealth of commoners, monks, and small nobles with no background.

The great gentry, such as Gauzner, Shrike, Gliese and others, scraped Oran's pen with blood. There was a manor housekeeper who went crazy and scolded,

"Are you worthy of us", which led to a number of foul words.

"Day you horse!"

"Refund the money!" When the Knights came out to maintain order, the hot scene stopped. Orlan asked the people to lose and retreat in batches, and then those who cheered him were overwhelmed and re-qualified.

As for the loss to the nobles, Orlan commanded that after four settlements, he did not owe a dime. The money of the common people was returned, but as for the money of the gentry...... Back at the stage, Oran told Edward,

"I lost all the income of the territory for three years to the nobles, and if I lose any more, I will become a beggar." Edward understood the importance of faith, which can turn a beggar into a king, and a thief into a god!

Just turn the facts over before this layer of paper is pierced. Edward learned a lot that no matter how big things are, people have to be calm, and as long as the rules are made by you, you don't have to worry about anything.

My mother showed me the warmth of the world, and my father was all about scheming. scraped Orlan's stroke, and the Gozzina, who qualified again, successfully returned to blood.

Right now

Winner of the "Premier League Golden Bow", he is very promising. Kunsang was very dissatisfied with this result, after all, there were different factions, and he leaned over to Oran's side and said,

"All traitors."

"It's okay, these people are clearly marked with prices, just be willing to be a dog, change tomorrow's long sword and cavalry fighting, and let Gozina finally face me......"