The villa sits quietly in the night, and the cold moonlight casts on the courtyard wall, outlining its earthy outline.

And in the modest bedroom of its master, there was a rattling of bed boards.

As the sound faded down, Rogers rested his head on his pillow, his eyes unslung on the bed, staring blankly at the ornate crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, allowing Alina to move on him.

Human nature is hard to change, and Rogers, for example, doesn't like to lose a debate without enough good interest.

As usual, when arguing with Alina about the direction of improvement in the Möbius Ring magic technique, he wins, but also loses.

Rogers consciously weighed his sentences, and there was nothing in them that really offended Alia.

But maybe it's because Alice is coming over tomorrow, or maybe Alina senses that he's about to lay the foundation.

Or maybe this unreasonable guy has always wanted to do this, but since the groundbreaking ceremony, he has been cautious from time to time, and it was not until this moment that the other party found an excuse.

Either way, he had been crushed to the bed by Alina, suffering a dull pain in his neck.

Disgrace! What a shame! We must not go on like this again! You have to get a hundredfold of the power to give back!

Rogers slowly closed his eyes, searching for all kinds of possibilities that could enhance his physique.

In addition to the regular enchantments and drug explosions, you have to find a way that doesn't cost too much and can take effect at any time.

It is as if the followers of the Painwalker have a special ability to accumulate pain and then explode at the necessary moment to burst out of their bodily functions far beyond the previous ones.

Unlike the comic artist's forcible release of the physical restraint, which immediately ushered in a huge backlash, the price paid by the believers of the Pain Walker has already been paid in their daily practice.

But Rogers has no masochistic tendencies, and is very resistant to such outrageous things as whipping himself when he has nothing to do.

However, as a pit selector, there should be the possibility of bargaining.

Moreover, in addition to pain, torment, and clarity, the realm of the painwalker is also incomplete.

He pondered that if it was a pseudo-disability, such as a psychological feeling that he could not stand and walk without a cane, and that he could only return to normal when he chose to stop accumulating strength, it should be able to be counted......

If the hypothesis is true, the next thing needed is to think about how to make a sacrifice to trade.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you wake up and rebel? It's boring......"

Alina got up slowly, gently brushing her slightly moist lips with her thumb, and the small tiger teeth in her mouth also loomed with the movement.

Rogers opened his eyes and felt the itch of the snow-white hair falling from his face, and he wanted to say a cruel word, but in order to avoid more ravage, he finally silently chose to shut up.

Strength, he craved power more and more.

Seeing this, Alina gently pinched Rogers' cheek, and her face showed that she was satisfied afterwards, and she reached out to smooth the loose nightdress on her body, and rolled over to lay on the side, her head resting on Rogers' arm.

"If you want to agree to the cavalry fight, you have to start early, otherwise if it drags on for a few more days, the royal family may have to send someone here, and if someone wants to watch the battle, there may be a lot of unnecessary trouble."

She adjusted her pillow posture a little to make it more comfortable, and then whispered.

"Royalty? Isn't that enough of the lesson you learned from trying me last time? Rogers frowned slightly when he heard this, and spoke.

"No matter how sluggish they are, they can detect the impact of your sunset speech, maybe it's for that." Alina slowly closed her eyes, as if she was ready to sleep.

"Understood." Rogers yawned in response, and after extinguishing the crystal lamp with magic with the flick of his other hand, he held it behind his head and slowly fell asleep in the chaos of wandering thoughts.

……

The next day, the sun had just risen, and the faint morning light pierced through the mist, giving people a hazy feeling.

After Rogers finished his breakfast, he opened the book and sketched a few sentences on the page, trying to connect to the bottomless pit.

[Inform! The Painwalker has generously endorsed your idea, but He needs a sacrifice of sufficient size to be able to reach out to this world for a sufficient blessing. 】

Rogers was not much surprised by this, after all, the blessings of the gods of the bottomless pit were all daily blessings that would soon dissipate and could not last long, and the only high-ranking bonus he received from the honest merchant was to sacrifice Kevin, a very heavy being, as the main course.

As for the miracle of kingship, it was also the combined efforts of the gods, and there was also a large-scale sacrificial ritual to succeed.

In addition to the Pain Walker, there were several gods who offered various ways to enhance their physique, but the price was stranger and unacceptable, so that the moment he saw it, he ignored the past.

On that day, Alice arrived in Rutgers's domain, followed by Earl Braider and Earl Derwin, and then many nobles with interests in the Green Valley.

They were all for the sake of the horse fight between Rogus and Arkan, and no one thought that Rogus could win, but losing to the young patriarch of the people on horseback in the horse fight was not a shameful thing to lose.

Rogers' willingness to fight was enough for many lords to praise Earl Breed for the bravery of his son.

In the two days since Alice arrived, Rogers never had a good night's sleep, only because of the endless rivalry between Alina and Alice.

The white clouds wandering in the sky indicate the irreversible passage of time.

When the day of the fight came, a vast expanse of verdant meadows was shining under the scorching sun.

Rogers stood in the middle of a makeshift wooden pedestal, still wearing a half-sleeved white shirt and black knee-length shorts, listening to the advice of Earl Brad and the many "uncles and uncles" in good dresses.

As a nobleman, he has learned equestrianism since he was a child, but because he has not experienced any knight training, coupled with his previous casual temperament, this so-called equestrianism is only able to ride.

"Just do your best." Earl Brad stroked Rogeth's shoulder, and then looked at Alice and Alina, who were standing beside their son, wearing a brown tunic and black breeches:

"The two of you too, safety is the most important, you just need to put some magic spells on the periphery to interfere, feel that the situation is critical, just dismount and retire."

He didn't understand why the two girls joined the cavalry fight, after all, no matter how fast the magician cast the spell, it was unlikely that he would be able to withstand a few cavalry charges.

But after all, it was just a capture the flag battle without seeking victory, he just regarded it as the children's playfulness, so he didn't dissuade it.

"I'll take it to heart." Rogers nodded obediently, and looked back at the scene of nearly a hundred cavalrymen with leaning spears under the wooden platform.

To be honest, he was shocked when he first saw it, and at this time, he still felt that it was spectacular.

It is only now that he has a clear concept and sense of the "hundred cavalry".

The knights of House Brad wore sturdy and neat armor that reflected the glow of metal as the sun shone down, the feathers on their helmets swayed in the wind, and the horses of various colors under their crotches were tall and muscular.

There are only nearly 100 of them, and when they are crowded together, they give people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It's a pity that Arkan didn't agree to the request of 666 cavalrymen, otherwise Rogers would have liked to see the scene when thousands of cavalry collided, which would definitely be even more spectacular and exciting.

"Go ahead."

Count Brad tapped Rogers on the shoulder, and the many lords beside him also cheered up the three of them.

"The Holy Maiden represents the Brad family in a cavalry fight with the East, and the royal family will probably be even more uneasy when they hear the news."

Earl Devon looked at the backs of the three of them leaving, and said inexplicably to Count Braid, who was beside him.

"Now, this level of stimulation has long been dispensable."

Earl Bred shook his head and sighed slightly, then sat down on the wooden chair behind him, picked up the tea that the attendants had placed on the wooden table beside the chair, and sipped it.

Many of the lords who had come to watch the battle also took their seats, waiting for the opening under the service of their attendants.

……

Rogers rode on a black horse, and with the reins and stirrups, he stepped out of the group and drove slowly to the center of the field, where he met Alkan on the opposite side before the ride.

The butt is a little awkward, the horse's body is a little shaky, the sun is a little sunny, and the reins are a little rough.

That's all he felt at the moment.

Unlike him, behind him, Alice and Alina, both with ponytails, looked very calm.

"Rutgers Breed! What have you done to the goddess?! And the food provided by the people, did you also do it?! ”

Dressed in a taupe short-sleeved shirt, Arkan rode alone across from Rogers and opened his mouth to reprimand with a fierce expression.

His face looked yellow, as if he was dehydrated and malnourished.

Rogers didn't reply immediately, but carefully studied Alkan's expression, and slowly, he raised his chin, the corners of his mouth raised, and squeezed out an evil and crazy smile:

"Are you in such a hurry, do you like her? If you win, I'll tell you, in great detail. ”

Alkan's eyes widened when he heard this, and his palm holding the reins clenched, his knuckles highlighting the convergence of force, and his blood boiled with it, filling his arm with green tendons.

"What, do you want to unleash the power of the Silver Order to fight me? I am the son of a noble count, the baron of Molotan.

"Come, fight here, and if you fight it, I promise your clan will see what true fear is tomorrow."

With one hand on the rope and the other on his cheek, Rogers leaned forward in the direction of Arkan, pretending to beg the other to come and fight.

The reason why the eastern realm has not really made a move against the Santan tribe is only because the lords are constantly arguing and are not willing to contribute first, and the Santan tribe has not really moved into the green valley yet.

After all, war is not only a continuation of politics, but also the ultimate means after the contradictions have intensified to the point of no return.

If the eastern realm can be gathered, regardless of the resources, troops, and other expenses paid, it will not take long to sweep away the Santan tribe.

Even if it's just the Braid, it has the ability to deal a fatal blow to the Santan clan, which is a volume suppression.

The only thing to consider is that it may be lost too much and affect the development of the territory.

Therefore, as long as Alkan's mind is not confused to a certain point, he must not make a move on Rogers before the start of the game because of personal grudges and under the noses of many Eastern Lords.

After all, in addition to interests, what the nobles and lords value extremely much is decency and glory.

"You will pay the price for those words just now."

Arkan looked up to the sky, the glare of the sun made him close his eyes, and after a few deep gasps, he opened his eyes and gritted his teeth at Rogers, and drove back to his group.

Pain walkers love not only physical pain, but also psychological pain.

Rogers touched his chin and smiled at Alkan's figure, his mind beginning to ponder.

"What goddess? What did you do to her? Alice asked, frowning sideways behind him.

"We just talked a few words, and that guy probably has some special fetish, and he imagined a mess of things." Rogers shrugged his shoulders slightly and drove back to his team to prepare for the race.

Alice glanced at Alina in silence and didn't say anything more, she knew that with the other party there, nothing more could happen.

The traditional requirements of the Santan tribe are to first find an open space and then plant three eagle flags around the open space.

Win if you capture three flags completely, or two flags before the time limit expires, or capture the enemy leader.

As a leader, in addition to smoothly distributing and commanding his cavalry, you also have to consider whether to capture the flag first or charge directly at the opponent after the start of the game.

It is extremely complicated and time-consuming for a cavalry team in a galloping group to turn around, and if you encounter a charge in such a situation and do not deal with it well, you will lose more than half of your chances of victory.

However, after the charge has been made, if the opponent divides his forces at the beginning and tries to capture the flag quickly, he is likely to quickly fall into defeat.

There are so many considerations like this, and it all depends on how the commander makes decisions.

Therefore, even if the cavalry equipment of the Rogers family is superior to that of the other party, it may not be able to lead him, the commander, to victory.

"This ...... Young master, is it really okay? ”

After hearing Rogers' command, the cavalry captain's eyes under the helmet showed confusion, and his tone hesitated to confirm again.

"No problem." Rogers immediately confirmed.

"Follow your will!" The captain of the cavalry beat his chest with his iron gloves, and after answering in a loud voice, he drove his horse through the ranks and gave orders.

The sound of the majestic horn suddenly resounded on the grass, and the cavalry of the Rutgers family also broke into two groups and galloped towards the two flags planted in the distance.

The ground shook with a low rumble like the beat of a drum from the strikings of the horses.

Rogus turned his horse's head, first at Arkan, who was leading a large group of leather-clad cavalry toward him, then exchanged glances with Alice and Alina, drew the whip tied to his leg, and rode straight towards them.

The nobles who were sitting on the high platform and watching the battle looked at the three horsemen who rushed towards the large cavalry, and their eyes widened, and Count Devon couldn't help but stand up and whispered:

"What do they want to do?"

[Alice has launched an enlightenment bonus for you, and you will receive many bonus bonuses.] 】

When the sky is clear, your strength will be doubled, and when the sun is shining, it will be doubled. 】

[Your attacks will be accompanied by Hit Accuracy, Knockback, True Damage Grant, Combo Bonus, Armor Piercing Bonus, ......]

[Your mana recovery and precision manipulation will be greatly improved.] 】

[You will gain a premonition of crisis and gain a large agility blessing before being attacked.] 】

[You can dissolve or disrupt the flow of mana within ten meters.] 】

【……】

Rogers' silver hair fluttered in the wind, and prompts kept popping up in front of his eyes, and his body kept pouring out of his body with seemingly endless strength.

This is one of the reasons why he wanted Alice to get the Inspiration bonus early.

The wind of the march hit his face, causing his eyes to narrow.

"Hahaha! Idiot! I didn't expect there to be such a fool! Bring two women to find death?! ”

Arkan looked at Rogers, who was riding his horse, and a smile of arrogance and joy spread across his face.

The world was singing about the wisdom of Rogus Breed, and I never thought it would be so stupid now.

The magician didn't bother to distance himself, but dared to charge at him and his cavalry.

Although most of his elite soldiers were unable to compete due to vomiting and diarrhea in the past few days, he had to summon ordinary tribal cavalry not far from the valley to replenish the force in order to fill the number.

At first, he was a little apprehensive about this, but now, he was thinking about how he could keep Rogers alive under the trampling of the horse's hooves.

(End of chapter)