It turns out that there is no limit to stupidity.

With clear blue skies and no clouds, the sandy ground will soon be scorched by the scorching sun of early autumn. Fortunately, the temperature is no longer as unpleasant as it was a month ago, and the knights in armor will not be roasted like chickens in a hanging oven. Siegel never liked lengthy ceremonies, and he said a few words in the hope that everyone would pay tribute to the god of warriors with fair contests and superb martial arts.

Afterwards, he sat under the pergola and watched the riding competition with Janet.

The galloping horses are always exciting, and the beautiful knights and cloaks fluttering in the wind attract everyone's attention. Considering that the sooner the race is finished, the sooner the trouble caused by the stench of horse manure can be ended, the riding competition is put at the forefront.

"Who do you think will win?" asked Janet, "Do you have any professional advice on how many I can bet on?" ”

"You also participated in the gambling game of the Hum Clan?" Siegel laughed twice, he was in a good mood at this time, cool red wine and fresh fruit, and the cool breeze accompanied by blood and beauty. This relaxation will be very helpful for him to participate in sword competitions in the future. "Janet, I don't know much about fighting on horseback, and most of the time I'm either using absolutely obedient spell summons like Phantom Ponies, or I'm smarter than I. Kerry always gave me horses, but you see how many times I've ridden them, haven't they all been distributed to the knights? ”

The female knight was also in the pergola, and she decided to personally protect Siegel for safety. It's an uncertain factor – for Siegel who wants to sneak away to the tournament. "Mana, I have earth elemental guards under my feet to prevent anyone from digging underground, large air elementals above my head to monitor the air, and all kinds of magical protection around me. Includes space locks and time traps. I feel like I'm a moving magic tower. Do you really think I need protection?"

"It's a knight's duty. Nothing to do with your strength. Manna replied solemnly. She still remembered the mistakes made by the knight's squire before, and now she wanted to set an example for everyone. A mercenary-turned-man is now the most loyal and disciplined knight in the Heim Realm, and she has made sacrifices unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Okay, but can you sit down, it doesn't affect the knight's code. Siegel conjured up a stool and placed it not far from him: "The way you stand there also affects me to watch the game." ”

Manna nodded, sat down, and squeezed stiffly to look around.

The racecourse is the most popular entertainment venue in Heim Collar - with the exception of some houses with red lanterns. It's half a mile long. It takes more than 1,000 steps to run around the circle, and the ground is covered with fine and heavy sand, which will not be easily blown up by the wind, but can also act as a buffer. Usually it is a place where knights show their riding skills, train horses, and people gamble on horses, and it is always bustling and lively. Now it's even more crowded, with thousands of different flags flying around the arena and various family crests on display in the wind. Those eliminated in the first round must take down their flags, and those who will be ranked later will have a specific place to place their badge flags.

"Daddy, ride a big horse!" Isaac changed from his usual mischievous appearance. Obediently sit next to Siegel. The lively scene and the honey lollipop in the hand all played a good role. He learns very quickly and is already able to express himself accurately. With a hint of the demeanor of a young lord. He finally fell in love with the sword, and when Siegel came out of the magic laboratory, he chased after his father and reached out for a knight's gift.

Siegel smiled and agreed. Instead of using magic, he cut a wooden sword entirely by hand and made a small round shield. The metal helmet was too heavy, and a crocodile hat was enough for Isaac to get excited for half a day. As for the armor on his body, Siegel doted on a small Mithril shirt. Lightweight, nimble, and a real piece of armor.

He made every ring of the Mithril shirt himself, just as he had made his first armor in the dwarf "Duck" Dingbao's grocery store. If you look closely with a magnifying glass, you can also see that some of the rings have extremely fine runes. Everyone thinks it's a precious toy, but Siegel doesn't.

"Look good, son. Siegel said, "Eat well, grow up quickly, become strong, and there will be a foal for you to ride." ”

"I want to ride a dragon and become a dragon knight!" Isaac had a bigger appetite.

"You've ridden, kid, the dragon isn't comfortable riding. Siegel looked around, and Modisty was thankfully not here. The Dragon Girl's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but she is still overtaken by Siegel, which makes her very unhappy. And as her body grew, the hunger pangs became stronger and stronger. The attraction of fresh flesh wrapped in metal became especially enormous, and the mere thought of it made her mouth water. Siegel finally understands why dragons like to eat full-body armored knights, just as humans invented sandwiches for the same reason that they invented sandwiches - sandwiches of metal and flesh.

Modisty decided to go back to St. Sei's Peak to rest for a while, and then come back after the jousting tournament. That being said, she never left, locked herself in her bedroom all day, and didn't know what she was doing.

Sitting on the podium, there is the best view here, and it is also possible to get away from the clutter and hustle and bustle of the audience area. Near the rostrum were all contestants and their support teams. Only on the opposite side are ordinary seats, and there are vendors selling all kinds of food. Figs, dates, melons and kebabs, as well as a refreshing ale that is never lacking. In order to prevent anyone from getting drunk and making trouble, all ale must be mixed with water, but the price cannot exceed one copper plate and one can. This was not profitable and would cause clogged toilets, so a smart person came up with the idea of selling juice drinks in the venue, and it was a big hit.

"I wanted to eat something else, I'm a little hungry. Isaac shook the candy in his hand, and then shouted, "Or tell them to fight!"

"Be patient child, although this is a bit difficult for your age, but you need patience if you want to be a dragon knight. Siegel touched the top of Isaac's head and said, "Those who are impatient will become food for dragons, not knights." Got it?"

Of course, these are all "famous sayings" that only appear in fairy tales and knightly novels. The real situation is. If there is no strong spell protection. Or with the direct intervention of divine power, it is impossible for the dragon to be ridden on. Patience in the race against dragons with near-infinite lifespans is never a human forte. Humans are short-sighted, radical, and impulsive races, and although they learn quickly, they always forget their lessons.

After a few rounds of the game, a knight came from the preparation area to the rostrum, shouting loudly: "Count Siegel, I want to launch a knightly duel against you!"

The shout naturally caught Siegel's attention. He looked over to see the young man surrounded by his guards. From the griffin coat of arms on his armor and helmet, it is not difficult to guess that he is Witt Griffin.

Dark brown hair, enough to make many girls like the handsome face and resolute eyes. He is alive and well like a fighter who challenges giants, a brave man who stands in front of a dragon. It's not a good thing to describe yourself as the evil boss in the drama, but only in this way can you show the difference in strength between the two.

Werther had already taken off one of his gloves and threw it in front of Siegel. Isaac didn't know why, and wanted to reach out and help him pick it up, presumably to give it back to him, and told him not to litter. Siegel mentions his son. Put him in his seat and say gently, "This is an invitation to a duel." It's not for you, you can't move around. ”

Manna had the guards surround Witt while guarding the perimeter. Could it be another diversion, she couldn't dispel that concern. What are these knights doing, do they want to use such a stupid method to attract the attention of the lord? The newly rising class of mages and mages and craftsmen in the Heim Territory is just a trend, and they have not yet been able to influence the knight class, so why should they cause the lord's displeasure?

Although he had already guessed the identity of the other party, Siegel still asked, "Who is your surname, which family, and what identity and what reason did you ask me for a duel?"

"Witt Griffin, from Griffon's Castle in the Starry Kingdom, son of Orson, royal knight and baron of the battlefield. Witt held his head high so that he could look directly at the condescending Siegel. "You cast an evil spell that made the old man of the Griffin family unable to speak again, and threw a nobleman into the mire, insulting the honor of the Griffin family. For this, I make a request to you for a duel. ”

"Do you know what the Archmage represents?" Siegel wasn't as annoyed as he had been a few days ago - it was only directed at him, not at Janet, so he could speak calmly, "Do you think you really have a chance of winning?"

"I am inviting you to knightly duels for the honor of the Griffin family, you are an archmage, I am a knight of the sky. ”

"Do you mean you want to use mounts?" Siegel couldn't help but laugh, "Griffons aren't the only flying aerial mount creatures, and you still don't have an advantage. He leaned down, picked up the white gloves on the ground, and pinched them. "Even though I'm 100 per cent sure of winning, I'm not prepared to give up my rights. As the challenged party, I have the right to decide when, where, and how. ”

"Clean up the site, right here and now, I don't want to let this affect the mood in the future. Siegel said, "Long sword to long sword, let's stand on the ground and fight." Whatever mount you have prepared, let it stay aside. In the sky of Myr, only what I let fly can fly. ”

"It's a big loss to my strength. Witte replied stubbornly, but he couldn't find any reason to contradict Siegel.

"It's not too late to think something is wrong. Siegel said to him, "But because you are not polite, you should be called me instead of the Earl, and you should also be taught a lesson." Looks like you're fully armed, so let's go down. If there is a long delay, it is not good to gamble on the periphery. ”

Siegel flashed and went straight to the racetrack. He hooked his finger at Werther and began directing the energy-focused lens.

He certainly wouldn't use the power of the Myr Core against an ordinary knight, but the action of opening all the magical guards of the city still had to be done. The core sank into the ground with a roar, protected by layers of barriers. The magic of detection spread outward from the city of Myr, alerting the mages of the Federation.

"What's going on?" they asked each other. (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 444 is for the dead, is it?