Section 5 Knights Competition

Bald Otto in Mark Castle talked to him in Old Lauke's room. Old Lauke's room was on the far left of the castle tower. The light entering the room shone in from the small window above the door directly opposite the door. A wooden bed covered with straw was placed in the corner, and the books in the room occupied a larger space. Old Lauke lay on the writing table with a quill stained with ink, carefully writing something on the paper made by Chen Jun. His attitude was so serious and sacred.

"What do you think of the changes in Lord Lord that day?" Bald Otto carefully found a place to stand in these messy books, and he said to the carefully written Old Lauke.

"What changes? Defeat the enemy?" Lao Lauke did not raise his head. He looked at the paper repeatedly with his eyes and thought about how to write.

"You know, the change of the lord that day was really strange. It was not like a human being. What do you think of the monk who is a servant of God?"

"What do you think? Are you trying to ask what if the lord is a devil? Right?" Old Lauke looked up at bald Otto. Bald Otto seemed to be in a tangle. Old Lauke continued, "What if he is a devil?"

"I don't know, but I think he saved us at that time, and even if he is a devil, I will follow him." Bald Otto said in a little pain.

"We cannot simply accuse a man of being a devil, let alone a nobleman. How do you know who is a devil and who is an angel? Only God knows these things. All we have to do is do our duties well."

"You're right." Bald Otto nodded, and the simpler things are, the better.

"Don't worry, although I don't know what happened to the lord, he is definitely not a devil. I put some holy water in his food, and he completely ate it without any discomfort."

"Is that so, that's good." Bald Otto breathed a sigh of relief and patted his thigh with relief.

"I wonder if sir, did they arrive at Han Ruowei?" Old Lauke said to himself, looking at the window. From his heart, he liked this lord who often had some strange ideas.

At this time, Chen Jun led his team into Han Ruowei. When Chen Jun saw Han Ruowei's city walls and towns, he felt that his territory was really countryside. Han Ruowei, protected by two walls, is a large population and densely populated buildings. The bells in the castle church hover over the sky. Two red dragon square flags were hung above the gate of the city wall, representing that the city was owned by the Duke of Han Ruowei.

Citizens wearing thick black and gray linens and shop owners were walking through the city, and children running in the winding and narrow alleys were laughing and joking. There were various shops on both sides of the street. In the blacksmith shop, the blacksmiths made the red-burned iron into various weapons. Several citizens stood in front of the armor shop to buy chain armor, which surprised Chen Jun. You must know that these chain armors are very expensive, and it seems that the citizens of Han Ruowei are still very rich.

"The conference has begun. The duke is going to hold a knight competition in Han Ruowei. Nobles, knights and civilians can participate." When Chen Jun was selling the spoils he seized to the shop owner, many people shouted about this good news along the street, and Chen Jun grabbed someone beside him and asked.

"Sir, let's go here." The maid took Chen Jun up from the wooden ladder on one side of the hotel. On the second floor is a place for guests to rest. It is divided into two large rooms, one is a floor with thick straw on the ground, and the other is a few wooden beds.

"It's very wet here." Chen Jun frowned, not satisfied with the residence, but there was no way to go out.

"Maybe you need someone to warm the bed, sir." The maid said in Chen Jun's ear with a smile. The breath blew into Chen Jun's ears itchy. Chen Jun's hand unconsciously placed on his chest, and there was a crystal neck pendant there.

"No, thank you." Chen Jun said firmly. The maid was a little disappointed. Her hand touched Chen Jun's buttocks intentionally or unintentionally.

"If you have any needs, come to me." The maid left reluctantly. When she left, she left an oil lamp for Chen Jun. Chen Jun closed the door and lay on the wooden bed, and the short man Ruode slept in the next floor.

What happened these days came to Chen Jun's mind like a movie, and he gradually fell asleep without realizing it. I don't know how long it took Chen Jun to be awakened by the noise downstairs. He felt a little hungry in his stomach, so he lit the oil lamp with flints, and the dark room became bright. Chen Jun pushed open the door and walked downstairs.

"I said, the winner this time must be Sir O'Grand, the Cavalier."

"No, I, Earl of Faksim of Oatzmuburg, won."

The downstairs were crowded with people, including noisy civilians and nobles drinking quietly in the corner. The lit oil lamps around it shine brightly, and many people were gathering together and loudly arguing about something.

"Master, come quickly." The dwarf Rude saw Chen Jun quickly brought him to a table, and put some dried smoked fish and fruit on the table. The hungry Chen Jun was not picky and picked up the smoked fish and started eating it. Suddenly the blonde maid put a glass of ale at Chen Jun's hand. Chen Jun looked at her in surprise, but the blonde maid blinked at him mischievously and went to the other side to busy.

"What are they quarreling?" Chen Jun asked the dwarf Ruod while drinking ale.

"They are gambling, who will win this time?"

"Oh, is anyone betting me?" Chen Jun asked curiously.

"This, master, this is your first time attending such a convention." The dwarf Rude said hesitantly. Chen Jun knew that no one would think that an unknown country noble would win. The dwarf Rude continued, "But I bet you, you will win."

"How much did you take?"

"All my savings are five silver deposits." The dwarf Ruod proudly stretched out his five fingers and said happily.

"Too little, what are the odds?"

"One compensation is ten."

"Where to go to ban?"

"On there, the brown-haired guy."

"Okay." Chen Jun stood up and walked towards the brown-haired man. He was drinking the ale in the glass. When he saw Chen Jun, he raised his head.

"What's the matter, sir."

“I want to gamble.”

"Oh? Which adult do you plan to bet on?"

"Beat myself, Sir Schwab of Mark Fort." Chen Jun said confidently.

"What should you bet on yourself? How much do you plan to bet on the first round?" The man was amused by the arrogant country noble in front of him, but it doesn't matter as long as he can make money.

"The first round of 100 silver deposits."

"What a hundred." After hearing this, the people in the hotel took a breath. Although the odds of 1 to 10 can get a thousand silver deposits if they win, it is too grand.

"We only collect cash, sir." The man thought Chen Jun wanted to pay on credit, so he warned in advance.
Chapter completed!