The huge oval-shaped arena was a bit deserted during the war, but today it is bustling with people, including farmers who live for food and clothing.

Carl didn't choose to charge for tickets, which surprised everyone, and that's one of the reasons it's so hot.

People like to join in the fun, although I don't know what the foolish earl is thinking, but since there is no need to charge tickets, those low-level people will naturally come to take a look.

But if you think that this will cause Carl to lose a lot of money, it is too much......

"The Earl is such a genius that he would come up with such an idea." Berg wandered between the terraced seats, and in his sight the men in black were holding large baskets full of all kinds of food and some drinking, in this era Carl couldn't make any soda, these drinks were just a simple melt of some sugar into the water, but even then they sold well.

"Ha, Karl doesn't look like an earl, but like a merchant who stenges of copper!"

A female voice that made Berg a little dissatisfied came from behind him, Berg didn't like this woman at all, she didn't have the slightest respect for Lord Earl at all!

This was something he could not tolerate, and in his opinion, as a courtier of Karl, he had to maintain enough respect for his lord, which was a matter of course for all the nobles of this world.

But he sighed at the thought that she was from the Villain's Guild, can you expect a villain to have much etiquette?

"Watch your words, Miss Spymaster, Lord Earl is magnanimous, but that doesn't mean you can trespass!" Berg rebuked without hesitation.

"Hey, don't put that on me, you must know that your lord took the initiative to ask me to be his head spy." Teresa covered her mouth and chuckled, and a sense of charm arose in the twisting of her body.

"Put away your fox, that's a demon that will insult the soul, and God will punish you!"

"God will not punish a person who works diligently, Chancellor of the Exchequer, you use my man in black very easily, why, shouldn't you give me a little respect for the leader of the man in black when you see me?" Teresa smiled.

Berg felt powerless, it was difficult for him to refute, Teresa's work was indeed remarkable, at least since the establishment of the Man in Black, the dark side of Dortmund has been much better, which allows the authority of Lord Count to penetrate every corner of Dortmund.

"The salary of the men in black is paid by Lord Earl, and Dortmund has to use a large amount of money every month to support the men in black, and it is natural to use them." Berg finally came up with a reason.

"I don't deny this, otherwise do you think you can mobilize the man in black as you like? Or do you think you can make them feel at ease and do things for you? My men are the ones who will be afraid of the power of the nobles, in the past, if there was a chance they would not mind capturing a nobleman to extort ransom, presumably a delicate-skinned and tender flesh like you was definitely their main target in the past. ”

Villains are called villains because of their lawlessness!

Berg trembled with anger, and he would definitely go to the Earl to complain about this woman's rudeness.

"Okay, don't think about beating me up for a little report, it's useless, now go to the room prepared for us courtiers, I haven't seen a competitive tournament for a long time, I hope I can find some fun in my boring life." Teresa shrugged her shoulders and walked away with brisk steps.

Berg looked at her back for a long time, then finally sighed, shook his head, and walked away.

……

"This is the so-called private room that Carl has prepared?"

Archbishop Sandri was led by the attendants into a special place, and when the curtain was lifted, it was a private room with a balcony floating outward, surrounded by a wooden fence to prevent the guests from falling.

From this viewing platform, the arena has a panoramic view of the arena, which Archbishop Sandri can't help but marvel at.

In fact, Carl originally wanted to make a design like a floor-to-ceiling window, which would make the whole private room look better, but he had to give up, because it was too expensive, this is not the 21st century, glass is a rare thing, the price is expensive, he wants to use it, but he can only use some, can't some private rooms have glass, right? He does not suffer from inequality, and he wants to do so so as not to be sprayed to death by those nobles who are treated unfairly.

But even this is enough, at least there is nothing more pleasing for the nobles to be able to enjoy the competition in the comfort of their servants in private rooms.

"I thought I would only enjoy this kind of treatment in some opera houses, but I didn't expect it to be in competitive competitions." Archbishop Sandri placed the empty quilt on the table, and the little attendant understood, and immediately poured the quilt again with wine.

Archbishop Sandri shook his glass, the rosy liquid shimmering in the light.

The same thing happened to every nobleman, and Carl built these private rooms for this tournament, which was an open-air arena, so it was a little difficult to build a private room, but it was overcome.

It would be a big mistake to think that Carl was just wasting money for the sake of face, and in Carl's idea, maybe these private rooms would be open to the public after these nobles left, in order to earn a batch of service fees, that would also be a good choice.

Suddenly, there was a cheer from the audience, but it was the knights below who began to compete.

The first is a contest of bows and arrows, in which the contestants in armor stand at different points, holding their bows aloft in their hands, aiming at their enemies.

Archbishop Sandri watched with relish in the private room and ate a snack from time to time, and Carl took good care of the contestants, so he didn't have to worry about any accidents.

"Huh? Who is that? "Archbishop Sandri suddenly noticed one of the contestants, who was boldly plucking the strings of his bow and arrows, and with each tremor knocked out an enemy, the arrow was terrifying.

Archbishop Sandri felt familiar, as if he had seen it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"That's Lord Earl's brother, Lord Sir Pine." The little squire replied.

"Oh yes! He is the eldest son of the Díaz family. Archbishop Sandri slapped his thigh, no wonder he said it was so familiar, it turned out that he had already seen each other at the investiture ceremony.

"I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Dias family is also an outstanding knight!" Archbishop Sandri was in high spirits, and for the first time he thought the family was amazing.

"It is worthy of a family of knights for generations, and they deserve this honor."

On the other hand, Carl was also watching the progress of the game, and in the bow and arrow competition, Pyne won the final victory without accident, and Pyne always shot down a large number of prey during hunting in the past, so he never doubted Pyne's archery.

What followed was a sword competition, and here Pine didn't seem so dazzling, but he was just as outstanding, his swordsmanship wasn't really very good, but he had brute strength, and then this power, the sword he swung made his opponents really difficult to parry, and many of them were defeated.

When Carl thought that Pyne might win the championship again in the fencing competition, a young man came out and was not a match for Pyne in theory, but surprisingly his swordsmanship was impeccable, and with his superb skills, Pyne could not do anything.

"Is he?" Carl had never met the young man.

"He is Boris, the second son of the Nell family, and I heard that he did not want to be sent to the convent or become an acolyte, so he went out alone, and now he has become a champion knight at a young age!" Obviously, Karl's attendants were the ones who had already prepared to write down all the contestants, and there was nothing in Dortmund that Brother Derian would not remember, and if it weren't for this diligence, Karl would not have made him the palace minister.

"Champion Knight? My competitive tournament has attracted a champion knight? Karl was a little surprised, the weight of the champion knight is still very sufficient, and such a supreme glory will make many nobles look up to him.

"Anyway, I hope to meet the youngster after the game." Karl commanded, in fact, this was not the first person he had done so, and there had been several people one after another, all of whom he was optimistic about.

After the tournament was over, he would formally invite them to join the Knights Templar he had formed, and it would be up to him whether they would like to do so.

"As you wish." Brother Derian nodded and walked out of the private room, saying a few words before returning to the private room.

It's true that one force will drop ten, but when the opponent's skills are strong enough, even if they are born with brute force, it is not easy to use, and Pyne is defeated by the opponent's unpredictable swordsmanship after all, and he regrets losing a move.

Soon, the competitive competition reached the final stage, which was the most intuitive test of a knight's strength, horse battle! The knights picked up the wooden carbine that Karl had equipped them with and turned over on their horses, and the chic action made many spectators boil.

The number of spectators who came to watch made the nobles tremble, but think about it, the average peasant may not encounter a duel between nobles in his life, but at this time, he can see it through such a competitive tournament, so there are a lot of people who come, but fortunately, the arena in Dortmund is large enough.

During this time, another middle-aged knight came out, and just when Carl thought there would be another dark horse, that man was quickly defeated, according to Carl's words, that is? "Lao Tzu hasn't even had time to do the periphery."

The final battle fell to Pine and Boris, and when the two almost fell off their horses, Dortmund's first competitive tournament came to a perfect end.