Even though Bair then spoke in a defensive manner, wanting to get his reward, it attracted strange glances from the two brothers.

The moral aspect was preempted, and in the end, the 500 gold coin reward was gone.

Everyone else has given up, how can you ask for it, in Bretonnia, where chivalry reigns supreme, you insist on asking for it, such a thing can already be counted as theft.

Of course, it's also because this is not your own land, so you have to collect a little.

In this way, with malice and resentment towards the knight, the people of Long Lake have written down this matter!

Just as the group entered the collar and planned to have a good rest, Mir. Hogg, the Lord of Entrath, secretly elbowed Bair.

This is what we mean in private under the rules of the aristocracy, and Bair understands it at once.

This castle lord is a good man, seeing that I am not happy, I plan to open a small stove for me!

Byer nodded slightly, signaling to himself to be clear.

Following the troops into the court, the peasants worked hard in the middle of the night for the triumph of the knights, as if they did not need to renovate the green-skinned land the next day.

They had smiles on their faces and wore rough linen clothes with patches that showed their age.

There is an unwritten rule in Bretonny, and you can tell from the patches on the peasant's clothes that their family genealogy has been passed down for generations.

Although they don't have a genealogy, that's it.

The light of torches shines on the courtyard, long tables filled with sliced ham and bread, and many stews are prepared in the chef's dishes.

At this point, the guards and militia will stop, and they will wait at the gate of the castle for the magnanimous lords to present them with a glass of wine, a piece of roast meat, and two slices of white bread.

This is their crowning reward, a filling dinner, and even delicious.

Around the campfire and the long table, the playmaker is with the poet, who recites a ballad to praise the victory of the war, and the playmaker fiddles with his body and tries to amuse the big people here.

And they were just a tool to make the cold long table less lonely, because even with Sir Flender, there were only five people at the huge table.

Mill. Hogg, Lord of Entrath, held his wine glass, which was filled with a dark red liquid.

"Hail to the deliverers."

At the sound of the command, the poet began to sing, following the tune played by the banjo, breaking the leisure of the night and bringing about a climax.

"Will it go with the wind, or will it be remembered by history? Will it be passed down through the ages, or will it remain a mystery forever? ～”

Can the miracles accomplished in this God-given land achieve their purpose and overcome the fear of the heart? ～”

Bair listened to the polls and picked up the wine on the table to satisfy the hunger and thirst in his belly, while the others closed their eyes and prayed to the goddess of the lake with complex prayers.

When they closed their eyes, they heard the sound of tearing and chewing, and when they opened their eyes, they saw Bair with his head down and tasting the meat sandwich he had made.

Two loaves of bread, three pieces of ham, a piece of cheese and a la carte leaf to go down with the wine, remember to bake it slightly with a candle to taste better.

Dirk of Long Lake. Nord, one of the two brothers, the younger one, frowned, he couldn't bear it anymore, and smashed his blood-stained gloves in front of Bair, who was eating.

"You hillbilly! I'm going to duel with you! ”

At this moment, the others and their guards all looked at the fact that such a thing had happened in this peaceful banquet... It really is!

It's so coke!

It's more exciting than watching a play and dancing!

Bair slapped the dirty glove away, his face disgusted, the orc blood on it, smelling like a smelly sock.

"Bang bang. Glutinous, Mr. Knight—" Bair swallowed the food in his mouth before straightening his tongue.

He hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and the week he had traveled over was either a black unfermented wheat brick or a tough poisonous lizard meat, which could corrupt a dinner plate when cooked.

Give the kids hungry!

Bair unhurriedly wiped the crumbs from the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Knight, your physical strength should be reserved for orcs, not wasted on me, a hillbilly."

Then continue to chew on the sandwich in your hand, it is delicious.

Mill. Hogg spoke. "All right, Knight, Byer. Door. Beye's father is a knight after him, so you can't beat him, so you might as well enjoy the food in peace. ”

The knight from Changhu is not very old, probably because the child listens to nursery rhymes and admires the pursuit of knights, after all, each of them is a hero who has embarked on the road to self-realization.

As the saying goes, how pink it used to be, how dark it is now.

Dirk. Nock: He really can't imagine this poisoning, sneak attack, no etiquette and a little... Avarice?

Such a guy is actually a descendant of a knight, the one closest to the Holy Grail?!

Dirk. Nord directly ignored the etiquette and stood up like a fried hairy man.

"He? His father is?! …”

The man was quiet for a moment, then shook his hand and said, as if he had seen a play.

"Chasing a knight? He certainly didn't inherit his father's merits, or bloodline, maybe his mother was..."

The poisonous wooden sword pressed against the knight's neck for a moment, and if he said the next word, he would not see the sun of tomorrow.

His elder brother, Oman. Nord immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Byer, and Flender pressed his shoulder armor against Aman's blade for a moment.

The atmosphere froze instantly, the joy of the poet and the playwright ceased completely, and the courtyard with swaying torches had only the glimmer of the sword blade and the misery of the moon.

Bayer said lightly. "Shut up."

Nadek. Nord didn't hear clearly, his voice was too low.

"What?" He asked, confused.

Bair pressed his blade against his neck with greater force.

"I'm telling you to shut up, you stupid knight!"

"Isn't it a duel? I accepted it! ”

"See you at the gates!"

Bair stood up, took a basket of bread and roast meat from the table, and walked out of the city gate.

Dirk. Nord saw the blade leave his neck, and immediately knelt on the ground like a little girl...

Does this guy really want to kill him!?

Baier walked to the door, distributed the roast meat and bread to the people waiting at the door, and walked to the open space with everyone's thanks and gratitude.

Dirk. Nord stood up tremblingly, he saw that Baier and the group of hillbillies were so close, and his inner dissatisfaction was even more.

This man is definitely not a knight!

The two stood in front of the door, and the three hundred militiamen looked at their lord.

They had already changed into training clothes and wooden swords, and here the master, Mir. Hogg took an oath and raised his blade.

"The challenger is, the knight of the kingdom from Long Lake, the guardian, Dirk. Nord! ”

"The challenged person is, the lord from the Shet, Poison Blade, Bair. Door. Bye! ”

"In the testimony of the goddess of the lake, bet on the honor, and now, the duel begins!"

In the loud applause and cheers of the people, in the light of the torches, in the light of the moon, in this blood-stained battlefield.

The two men looked at each other with their swords.