The winner of the 85th quarter?

The Knights' Competition began after careful preparation, but Prince Philip was so impressed by Schwab's business acumen. In order to enter this magnificent competition venue to watch the game, those entering must pay a ticket with a knight pattern purchased by the bronze nap. Of course, this is just an ordinary seat. There are thirty VIP seats above these seats, including swan wool velvet. In Schwab, this is a VIP seat. To be able to enter this box, you must not only have money but also have status. Therefore, in order to compete for these seats, a open and secret battle was launched in Schwab's court.

When the three wooden doors were pushed open, people who had been waiting for a long time were excited to see the spacious grounds with fine white sand on the ground, which was transported from the seaside. When the knights were knocked off their horses, these white sands could protect them from harm.

"Take out your tickets, and those entering will be inspected." Next to each door, two ticket inspectors stood. They carefully checked the tickets and then circled the tickets, indicating that the inspection had been completed, and the people watching the game entered one after another. They saw that there were many steps around this open-air arena, and it seemed that their seats were here. In the stands of the arena, there were thirty red swan wool velvet box seats, where there were a group of nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes and arrogant expressions. They looked down at the venue with interest. Although they paid a lot of money to get this seat, the nobles fought for face.

"Now, please invite the master of Stockingshire, friends of the Ruwaid, winner of the Hanluwaid Knights Competition, conquerors of the Lowland Territory, royal counselor, and Count Schwab arrived~~~." With the high voice of the attendant, Schwab, wearing a swan wool velvet robe and a golden neck hanging around his neck, surrounded by servants, walked up to the stands, and sat on his lord's seat as everyone stood up and bowed. He looked at the arena that imitated the Olympic venue with satisfaction.

"The competition begins, the first competition now is the swordsman." The knights divided into three groups, wearing their most proud armor, wearing their own helmets, holding the heavy swords in their hands. When the messenger announced the beginning, they roared from their helmets, raised the heavy swords without blades, rushed towards the opponents of choice. Suddenly, the sound of fighting swords and armor collided in the huge field, as well as the screams and shouts of the knights who were knocked to the ground. All of this gradually became warm in the atmosphere in the field. Whether it was civilians or nobles, there were too few entertainment projects in this era. It was Schwab, who had been used to various entertainment programs from later generations, who had seen various entertainment programs in later generations, could not help but grab the armrest of the wooden chair excitedly as the fighting gradually escalated and fierce fighting in the field.

"Okay." Seeing the final winner lifting his heavy sword and slashing hard on the opponent's helmet. When the opponent was hit, he fell to his knees drowsyly on the ground. Schwab couldn't help but shout and clapped his hands. Although Schwab never used the Knights, a lot of money-intensive military force, it was still very interesting to watch the Knights beat each other on the field.

"The winner, Sir Yakub, the knight from the Kingdom of Bru." The messenger announced loudly that the knight in white plate armor, wearing a knight decorated with a horn-shaped barrel-shaped helmet, quickly knelt on one knee on the ground and saluted Schwab's position. Schwab quickly stood up and nodded to him frequently to commend him.

"It's amazing, oh~~~." The audience around the venue shouted loudly, shouting the name of Lord Yakub, congratulating the final winner.

"Yakub? Why have I never heard of this name?" Prince Philip did not participate in the swordsmanship because he wanted to prepare for the most important carbine competition. However, he was also watching the competition among the audience. He held his arm curiously and shook his head to doubt the strange jazz.

"What then? Your Highness, our kingdom is rich in heroic knights, and not everyone you know." Duke Britta clapped his hands and said casually.

"Is that?" Prince Philip shook his head. He just wanted to know his opponent. As for this mysterious Sir Yakub, he didn't take it seriously.

"Sir Earl, please order the most important carbine competition to start." At this time, Old Lauke said to Schwab.

"Okay, let's wait and see." Schwab said with a smile. Of course, the carbine competition is not comparable to the sword competition. When the horses are hitting each other and hitting the carbine fiercely and accurately on the opponent is a competition for the knights to show their bravery, skills and strength. It is also the most important training for heavy cavalry impact on the battlefield. Therefore, a qualified knight will always practice hard. After watching the bystanders, the knights carrying heavy armor hit the opponent in an instant. The splashing wood and the hit knight fell from the horse were also very ornamental. When he heard the carbine competition begin, the audience and the nobles stood up, stretched their necks and waited for the exciting moment intently.

"The first person to appear was Lord Amin from Pomeralia. His opponent was Sir Gurgen from the Principal of Bavaria." With the loud voice of the messenger, the two knights in heavy armor, led by their servants, came to both ends of the field. At this time, servants had already set up a wooden fence, which divided the field into two halves. The knights each held long carriage rifles in their hands. They raised the carriage rifles and put down their masks. The war horses under their crotch were squirting uneasy, and their huge hooves kept digging the ground.

"Their horses are good." Schwab looked at the war horses under the knights' crotch. The handsome war horse was elegant in his posture, but the knights who were fully armed were not at all trouble.

"Haha, that's because both the Pomeramia and the Principality of Bavaria are rich in horses, but the Pomeramians are good at raising grassland war horses, and the Bavarians have a custom of raising war horses of good blood in captivity." Sir York next to him quickly explained to Schwab.

"Oh?" Schwab was so interested because the Teutonic Knights' war horses were more than enough to deal with ordinary battles, but if they were to get into trouble or run a long distance, they would be unable to bear the heavy responsibility. This made him feel very troubled. At this time, Sir York's words made Schwab suddenly think of the famous method of raising war horses with the best bloodline, and so he secretly thought about it in his heart.

"They started." At this time, the messenger held a small square flag and waved it vigorously in the middle of the field. The knights on both sides immediately knocked the war horse with the spurs on their feet. The horse immediately neighed under the conditioned reflex, and ran with the knights on their bodies. The knights usually wore a small set of chain armor, plus plate armor in important parts. Together, when the war horses were running, the sound of the horse's hooves rumbling as if they were stepping on people's hearts. People held their breath and opened their eyes wide.

As the knights were about to get close, they flattened the long carriage rifle, moved the head of the carriage rifle to the side of the opponent, and steadily grabbed the handle of the carriage rifle with their iron gloves, waiting to hit the opponent's vital points with the impact of speed.

"Table~~~." Sure enough, the carriages of both sides hit each other at the moment of sprinting. Because of the high-speed impact, the head of the carriage spear became shattered. The hit knight unconsciously turned his head to the side because he was afraid of splashing wood fragments piercing his eyes from the gap in the helmet mask.

"Okay~~~." Seeing Earl Amin who was knocked off the horse, the audience around cheered at Sir Gurgen's superb skills. Although Earl Amin's horse gun hit Sir Gurgen's helmet, because Earl Amin was hit by the shield, the center of gravity might be unbalanced, and unfortunately fell from the horse immediately. According to the rules of the game, he lost.

"No, not bad, Earl Amin's luck is a little bad." Schwab clapped his hands and said to the nobles who were accompanying him, and the nobles around him nodded repeatedly.

"Winner, Sir Gurgen." The commemorator announced according to the rules.

The game followed, one after another, one knight after another from various territories showed their skills and bravery in the venue. Their game gradually brought the Knights' competition to a climax. The cheering people bought food from the salespeople who were selling food and wine in the venue. They held up their wine glasses to congratulate the knights they were interested in. The excited men took off their shirts and cheered, which made Schwab almost think that he had come to the future football field.

"There are the decisive battles of the carbine competition. They are Sir Yakub from the Kingdom of Bru and Sir Gurgen from the Principal of Bavaria." The two knights from different countries finally entered the finals. They rode on horseback and nodded to each other to pay tribute. Sir Yakub was also the champion of the swordsmanship competition, which made people feel curious about the mysterious knight who always wears a helmet. Some nobles have secretly decided to recruit this mysterious knight after the game is over.
Chapter completed!