This time, the place where Baron Marceau met Zhang Ang was not the usual living room, nor was it a more private study, but a martial arts arena in the backyard of the Earl's Palace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Count Marceau, dressed in a white carved samurai suit, stood in the middle of the bluestone-paved arena, surrounded by blazing torches, but no one else.

After sending Zhang Ang to the martial arts arena, the guard also retreated and left.

In the entire huge martial arts arena, there are only two people, Count Marceau and Zhang Ang.

"You've been attacked today?" said the Earl, in a light tone.

"I went to practice martial arts outside the city, and when I came home, I was attacked by three great samurai, and if someone hadn't rescued me, the Earl would probably not have seen me. Zhang Ang told the truth.

"Three great samurai, what a big deal. Are you curious now about who is going to kill you, and why is he going to kill you?" the Count looked at him, his gaze like substance.

"Of course. Zhang Ang looked Count Marceau in the eye.

"Because your father has offended people! You Leonardo family have offended people! You have offended a great man! And you should not have gone outside the city, this time you were lucky enough to suffer a small injury, and next time, you will definitely die!" the count's tone was very stern.

Zhang Ang didn't speak, just looked at Count Marceau.

"In the city, if you have to deal with our nobles, the rabbit and the fox will be reined in, and I can still keep you. If you are willing to run your business well and become a rich man, that big man will probably forget about you and let you live! But you can't practice martial arts anywhere, and you have to run out of the city and go to the wilderness to practice, and of course people will come to kill you!" the count's tone became more and more severe.

"The big man you are talking about can't be the bishop of the cathedral, right?" Zhang Ang said his guess.

"How do you know it's Bishop Martin?" was the Count's astonishment.

"The Lord Count in Luntu City is the biggest big man, and the one who can make the Lord Count call a big man, if not someone from other places, is only the Bishop of the Cathedral. Zhang Ang said this, but what he thought in his heart was: "There is a hymn in the church choir called 'Nanga Hymn', which is very related to the internal skills of the "Nanga Praise" practiced by the three black-armored people. ”

"But I don't understand why such a small baronial family as ours would provoke a 'big man' like Bishop Martin?" Zhang Ang continued.

Count Marceau suddenly fell into memory: "It started seven years ago, when we were in a war between France and Spain, and our city of Luntu was also recruited. Bishop Martin had an illegitimate child who had been kept in the cathedral. But somehow, he ran away from the church and enlisted in the army. At the beginning, the blood of the two countries killed under the city of Biko was like a river, but the kid couldn't bear it and became a deserter. Your father happened to be assigned to the military law team at that time, and no one knew the identity of that kid at that time, and he himself would rather die than say it, but your father smashed the Tianling Gai with a hammer. ”

"This, this can only be regarded as the ignorance of the guilty, right, can it also be blamed on my family?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Then Martin is only a bishop of a small city, and he is not capable of taking revenge on those bigger people, so he will naturally be angry with your father, otherwise will you make him swallow the pain of losing his son?" the earl paused, and continued: "Since then, your family has been worse day by day, and all kinds of troubles have come to the door in different ways, otherwise your father would not have to take risks to participate in that cross-border trade and lose his life in vain. ”

"What do you mean, Bishop Martin will continue to send people to attack me?"

"As long as you stay in the city honestly in the future, you won't, after all, the city of Luntu is the city of Luntu in my country, not his church, and I won't let him come nonsense. The Count promised.

"Also, don't accept the challenge when you compete next month. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The city competition is divided into two parts: one is that everyone takes the stage in turn to prove their strength to confirm that their family is worthy of this title. The second is the ranking challenge, each level of the nobles has the strength of the ranking, the low rank can challenge the high rank, of course, can not cross the title challenge. There are a total of 115 barons in this city, and your family's ranking last time was 13, which is considered very high, and there will definitely be many people to challenge this time. The Count patiently explained.

"So what? Take on a challenge, if you can beat it, you can fight it, but if you can't beat it, it's a big deal to admit defeat. ”

"Because our aristocracy has never been monolithic, most of them are the king's nobles, but some of them are devout followers of the Cult of the Warriors. In order to curry favor with Bishop Martin, these people will definitely kill in the ring, whether you or the great samurai you hire, it is impossible to survive the wheel battle. So, give up the ranking and save your life. This is my final admonition!" said the Count, very serious.

"Everyone is a great samurai, if the great samurai I hired is particularly strong, can't I also keep my ranking?" Zhang Ang thought of the one-armed strong man who was born with divine power, full of confidence.

"You are too naïve, saying that only a great samurai can become a baron, it does not mean that all barons are great samurai, and there are not a few martial arts masters, but they are not successful enough to be named a viscount. Many of them don't care about the ranking, and they all let their subordinates take action, and the rankings are not high. As far as I know, several of them are close to the cathedral, and they don't mind letting Bishop Martin owe him a favor. The Count explained the ins and outs.

Zhang Ang suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart: he had worked hard to cultivate, and now he had finally become a full-fledged warrior, but he didn't want to be strong enemies one after another, and each of them was stronger than himself.

It's like in a novel I've read before, the protagonist has all kinds of cross-level challenges, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes. When I met a great samurai of a higher rank, I had to hug my head and run away, even if I was a formal samurai of the same level, I didn't dare to say that I was sure of victory, which really lost the face of the traverser.

Zhang Ang asked bitterly, "Is the gap between the levels of this martial arts really so big?"

"Of course, you have only just become a full-fledged samurai now, and the great samurai is several times more powerful than you in terms of internal strength, strength and speed, and you will definitely not be able to pass 3 moves in a real fight. And the martial arts masters have already completed the internal strength of the body, and ordinary weapons are cut on them, just a white seal, no need for divine weapons, standing there and letting you cut, you can't do anything. ”

"What about Bishop Martin?"

"Although I haven't tried it, based on my interactions over the years, I guess he should be the same as me, a martial arts master. ”

"How strong is that grandmaster-level?" Zhang Ang asked the last question.

"I knew you'd ask this question, that's why I'm here to see you, and you see!"

I saw that Count Marceau's body slowly exuded crimson true qi, which was a manifestation of the internal force urging to the extreme.

Only the sound of a sword was heard.

Countless crimson sword qi erupted and spread into the boundless night sky before dissipating for a long time.