And this kind of jousting? According to the requirements of the Order, only the red maple leaf logo is allowed. It seems like an incentive to win glory that others don't enjoy.

Expand your popularity?, the baron touched his smooth chin, and in thought he handed his squire a plate of beef, and himself a plate of cherries.

"A lord from the country, with a squire from the country, is wonderful. Suddenly there was a sneering sarcasm beside the baron. The knight turned to see a young knight with a big nose with his chin raised, like an aggressive rooster, and his squire standing far away in the corner.

Generally speaking, the nobleman's attendants were the children of the nobles who were lower than him, and there was no discrimination. But most of the attendants of the Holy City Knights are the children of knights who died in battle, strictly speaking, they are not nobles, the knights themselves are warriors, they cannot be hereditary, and they are not considered titles, but the knights who are knighted are basically all nobles.

As a result, some nobles who valued blood and family line looked down on the attendants of the Order.

Lildella was unaware of these customs, but the baron did not like this somewhat domineering fellow. At the initiation ceremony, he didn't want to get into trouble because he didn't know much about etiquette. The baron turned his head, ignoring the proud rooster knight, and went on to hand the cherry to the squire.

The rooster jockey snorted and didn't speak again.

The noisy hall finally began to fall silent, and a dignified old man stepped up to the podium of the auditorium.

"Knight, this is our Grand Master, Knight Frank Lampard Stiller. The squire whispered to him beside him.

Frank Lampard Stiller is Grand Master of the Knights of the Holy City. An old man with a tight mouth with a sleek white hair sticking to his head, his facial features sunk deep into his face, intimidating to look at. He walked with a very neat movement, as if the traces left by the years on him were only that somewhat tired face.

Compared to the other old man, Jean Jacques, he was a little more tough and a little less calm.

Very old-fashioned greetings, a welcome to the newlyweds, a mourning for the sacrificial knight and devotion to God the Father.

When talking about the infidels, he spoke in a louder voice, "There is now a force in the kingdom, and it is ridiculous to say that they want to negotiate with the infidels! Only the dead heretics are the best heretics, and we have no mercy on those mongrels!" The Grand Master's hands trembled a little, and it seemed that he was not lightly angry, and he did not know which mongrel heretics or doves in the kingdom he was talking about.

"Grand Master is not usually like this. I heard that he went to the palace in the morning to attend the royal council, and when he returned, it was like this. The squire continued to whisper.

The baron nodded, it seemed that his little squire had a lot of gossip potential.

The Grand Master's tone on the stage gradually slowed down: "You are the hope of the Knights, don't be fooled by those who have occupied their hearts with the devil, God the Father is supreme, everything is the will of God the Father!"

"The will of the Father!" "Kill the infidels!"

Such cries came and went, and the rooster rider beside the baron also stood up and shouted loudly.

The Grand Master stepped back in satisfaction and made a gesture to the attendant beside him.

Flags were carried out and their owners went up to show them to everyone

It was the flag that the knights brought. It is painted with its own coat of arms, some with family glory and some not.

The coat of arms of the Rooster Knight is a white swan under a blue background, and he does not add family glory to himself. Underneath the white swan are two swords crossed, indicating that he is a nobleman with a sword, and the two diamonds on the hilt indicate that he has the title of viscount. The two swords under the baron's black double-headed eagle on a gold background are crossed on a shield, indicating that he is a nobleman with a sword with a fief. And on the hilt of the sword is a diamond.

Seeing that the knights had all received their banners, the Grand Master spoke, and his voice echoed in the Great Hall: "Forget your banner, forget the glory of your family, here we eat together, we drink together, we call ourselves brothers, we are all on the battlefield." Today, new brothers, there is only one of you, who is able to keep them. ”

With a meaningful smile, the Grand Master stepped back from the podium, and the knights removed their tables and stools, leaving a small clearing in the center.

Wooden training swords were carried in boxes and boxes.

Almost all knights took up wooden swords, and Rooster Knights and Barons were no exception. The rooster rider saw the baron and smiled disdainfully.

The jousting soon began, with random one-on-one duels. Today's initiation ceremony was the first official ceremony in recent months, and was attended by more than thirty knights, many of whom were veterans of the pagan fight.

The barons are in the back position, and the swordsmanship of the knights who participate in the tournament is very good, after all, the morning assessment of the knights is also relatively difficult, and passing that assessment at least proves that you are not relying on the blood of the nobles to obtain the title.

Rooster Rider is surprisingly a master, but unfortunately his swordsmanship routines are too heavy, suitable for understatement competitions, and not suitable for life and death on the battlefield.

The Baron easily defeated his opponent, who was unable to survive three moves before being hit by the sword-wielder.

Soon the game drew to a close with cheers, and the final contest was between the Rooster Knight and the Baron.

"You are a formidable opponent, country nobleman. The rooster knight still pointed his chin at the baron, who replied nonchalantly, "If you put your chin at me like this again, I will call you back." ”

The knights around him laughed, and the rooster rider angrily put on his helmet and pounced on the baron. Although enveloped by anger, the knight's swordsmanship was not inaccurate, and he recalled every detail taught by the master with precision.

Several knights let out a sound of admiration, while the veteran knights who had been on the battlefield watched the baron's response with more curiosity.

The baron dodged all the sword moves, he took a big stride to the left, and the sword directly blocked all the opponent's attacks, just as the opponent was close in a panic, the baron slammed a sword on the rooster knight's face armor.

He was directly beaten in two circles.

The onlookers laughed at the dazed rooster rider, and the victory was decided.

The baron's burqa was to be taken off and re-embroidered with her coat of arms, and several of the commanders of the Order secretly wrote down the name of this brilliant knight.

Just as he was about to walk out of the auditorium, the rooster rider stopped him.

When the baron thought he was going to do something in anger, the knight spoke, his voice deeply unnatural.

"I lost. He jerked his head up, "But I'll win it back!"

Watching his swift departing figure disappear into the night, the little squire Rurik burst out laughing. Okay, let's go back and rest, there's still a lot to do tomorrow. The baron said calmly.