Cybertron has experienced the simplicity of splendor and the outlier of poverty. 【Starter】

The poor ones are like sour pears, and they still have to talk about face. The ruined aristocratic knights squeezed their heads to participate in this knightly jousting tournament, either going to the tournament or gaining a seat on the sidelines to watch. Of course, these are not sympathetic, Cybertron has already made a lot of money when he first arrives in this civilized world, if it weren't for the fact that he is now constantly emphasizing his identity as the Great Chief, it is really quite a bit of a burden.

Now I can empathize with the real ...... of this venue Simple, Cybertron really feels poor, too poor. The Eagle Country is developed in some handicraft industries, which cannot be compared with the southern continent at all. The only one who is a little richer is his wife's Vier Secanaphon, this small venue is still decent except for the prince, queen and the Duke of Trust, of course, it is similar to the awning where he later watched the principal participate in the sports meeting, and it is not comparable to the real state cadres at all.

It's even worse on my own side.

I'm also an earl anyway, so let a squire hold an umbrella for me under the sun and it's over. In the end, Cybertron let the ten 59 mothers and meow kings standing behind him turn the muzzles of the guns upwards in unison, but fortunately, their elevation angles were so good that they exploded (although the depression angle of 59 was ...... Hawkers, 59 Niang will never bow her head), propping up a small shade land. A large tribal blood-red banner was planted behind him - it was not that the Duke of Trust did not give face, Cybertron looked sideways at a large group of knights and nobles, men and women, old people and children sitting together, and people were crowded in another row. It looks like I'm already a VIP seat here.

"Daddy—do you drink?"

Holding a glass of wine filled with a carved iron glass, Ellie smiled and sat down next to Cybertron, "It's delicious, do you want to try it?"

"Your mom usually advises me to drink less...... "Cybertron was very happy if there was such a guy in the family to help him play the round." Happily taking the wine glass handed over by the other party, Cybertron nodded and said, "Thank you-"

"Hey, Daddy - I've always been on your side. The blonde double-ponytailed Lori sat next to Cybertron and didn't mind declaring her father-daughter relationship in front of everyone. But it really provoked a group of people on the side to look sideways at the pair of intimate "father and daughter": "If you want to drink in the future, you can find me, and I will help you fight with your mother." ”

“...... That's a good one, it's much better than your mother. Cybertron sighed, and suddenly felt like he had fallen into a ditch: "Well, don't tell Phil about that, she'll be angry......"

"Don't worry, I won't sue my mother. "That's weird!

The conversation between father and daughter continued, and the jousting tournament on the other side continued.

Horse spear sweep, horse, horse, foot combat, and military exercises are divided into four groups. After bowing to His Royal Highness the Prince, who is acting as the Mad King, before getting on the horse, and bowing to Her Royal Highness the Queen at the same time. Those on both sides of the battle either mounted their horses or drew their swords. The battle that took place in the morning was not too bloody, at most it was a broken tendon, but it was peaceful.

"Gentlemen, adults, citizens, commoners—"

Suddenly all the games were stopped and the midfield was sorted out. The wooden pole of the knight's joust was quickly carried away by a group of subordinates, and everyone's eyes stopped at a master of ceremonies in the center of the field.

"In Naxi, on a hill between valleys. Where, the royal army bravely and fearlessly attacked the incompetent rebels, where the great light showed the signs of his smile, the sun rose through the darkness, and victory came—and today, we will repeat this great moment—come, let us see these great men!"

This was the highlight of the tournament, with the two armies in bright armor but not raising their battle flags. Because no one wants to play the role of a rebel, the only one who can win is the royal army - somewhat ironically, the winner is the royal coalition. But this is also an old rule that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Thirty knights on foot (who had no money to buy horses) and three knights formed an army, and the two squads fought each other. It's more akin to a big heads-up, though. The knights communicated each other's names on the battlefield until they were victorious. After the battle, people (who can still move) stand together and sing the battle songs of the knights or clans (true stories) to each other, which is the knightly war of this era.

Then there was a burst of whistles and cheers, and a group of noble ladies could be seen frantically throwing their handkerchiefs into the field—and here is a sad story, of course, that something as light as a handkerchief was usually not far away, so the ladies took pebbles and threw them at the knights. It's a pity that the small stones are not so easy to find, so the big stones are used for life (true story).

This is considered a painful glory, and whoever has the strongest voice from his armor is considered the most popular.

"Next, by the Earl of Caen, son of Colchesterburg, of the Ethiopian granules of the Eagle Gran, and the Paladin of the parish of St. Peter of York of the Eagle Gran. ”

"It's a little bit of a problem with the footwork, but the swordsmanship looks pretty good. Oh, I'm not very good at riding, but I think he can do it too- what is this? Well, the One-Eyed Man? It looks like a half-blood, what is that? Oooh...... It's a ...... Elve? ”

The master of ceremonies is constantly signing up on the top, and the jazz of various races (mostly humans) below are on the scene. Cybertron watched this scene and told Ellie beside him more or less his prediction, but unfortunately he was a crow's beak like Bailey. If you think about it, how can you evaluate a person's victory or defeat based on one side alone? If you have this ability, then one of the three major illusions in the world, "I can fight back," there will be no "I can fight back." By the time I started, it was too late.

"Attention, everyone, next, is the appearance of Count Caernarvon of Gwyneth of Vile - the great warrior Ryan Hellroar Son of Bourkeso, the descendant of the Dragon Slayer, Demon Slayer, the Immortal King, and the Grand Chief of all Bourkeso - Cybertron Hell Roar Bourkeso!"

The master of ceremonies shouted loudly, made a powerful broadcast to everyone present, and shouted in a demagogic tone: "The opponent who will face this hero is our great Duke Regent, Lord Count Slote von Einzbelen, son of our great Duke Regent. ”

“...... Huh?"

Cybertron was a little stunned this time, what did the trust mean this time?

Did he find out that this Slote was not his own, and wanted to beat him to death this unlucky son?

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