Simon and Fatty were satisfied with the opening of the royal castle with the Foldburgh's Folderburg.

"Sir, come and take a look at the chain mail and cover helmet created by Master Donaldshu!"

"Great Lord, do you need a sharp and two-handed sword to help you win the competition and win the hearts of the ladies and the ladies?"

Along the way, the enthusiastic apprentice and clerk in front of the store kept shouting at Simon and Fatty, who were on the horse, selling their own products. It was obvious that only nobles and big merchants could afford the things in their store, so they would sell them to every potential customer without any effort.

After passing through the bustling streets, Simon and the fat man tied the horses into the pub's horse shed, pushed open the wooden door of the pub, and the lively atmosphere came to his face in an instant.

"Oh hey, my dear Simon, it seems that things are going well," Rejel, who was drinking tanned beer on the large wooden wine table in the middle of the tavern, saw Simon, who had just entered the tavern door, and suddenly found that there was something golden on his finger under the torch by the wall. "Wait, what is that? I remember this ring you didn't have before you left the door, right?"

"This was given to me by Prince Otto. To commend me, I wiped out all the Norman pirates in the village of Fold." Simon pulled over a broken but still solid wooden chair and sat opposite Reggel.

"My God is amazing! Let's not talk about anything else, is it reasonable to say such a celebration-worthy thing without a few glasses of wine?" Rejel looked straight at the gold ring carved on the surface with exquisite patterns, and his eyes showed an unconcealed envy.

"Haha, boss, have six of your best wines!" Simon turned around and looked at the counter in the tavern and shouted loudly at the busy figure beside the stove in the kitchen.

After the maid brought the beer to the table, Rejel put the wooden cup of dark beer that he had just eaten, and picked up a glass of new beer and tilted his head and took a big mouthful. Then he happily raised his arms and wiped the remaining wine on his beard with his sleeve.

"Do you know, Simon, I just asked. Although Sir Gro, who had a venge against us, had a little stupid head, he was very skilled in martial arts," Reger stopped the excitement he had just now, frowned and tapped the oil-stained wooden table with his thumb. "He is not a weak man with no power. It is said that he once killed a tall and ferocious black bear with his own hands. Moreover, in the competitive conference held by the Duke of Swabian and the royal family, there were no less than ten knights who died in his hands. He defeated him and paid ransom and even became slaves. To be honest, I regret the recklessness just now."

"What, he actually killed the black bear with his own hands?" The fat man and Rejel's servant grinned, his eyes wide open were full of surprise. The medieval Germans advocated power, and warriors who had conquered beasts like black bears would be widely praised.

"Milk is overturned, and it's in vain to cry," Simon raised his eyes and looked straight at Reger, who was bowing his head and holding his forehead at this moment. "If you are really afraid and regretful, it's not too late to buy some gifts to find the arrogant Sir Gross to apologize. If you meet the guy who scared you in the competition, he might show mercy to you. But, are you willing to do this? Don't forget that he doesn't take you seriously at all, think about what he said to us on the stairs."

Rejel fell into deep thought, and the scene in front of the stairs came back to his mind.

"So they are two country knights. Please forgive me for never seeing your family's emblem. Maybe I can understand it as you two were born with humble birth, and your family is unknown. In addition, I have to say that I have never given way to the weak who have no power to tie up."

Sir Gro's arrogant arrogance and disdainful smile filled Reger's consciousness. He felt that his self-esteem and family honor were as if he had been damn Sir Gro's heavy fall on the thorny floor, spitting out saliva, and ruthlessly ravaged by his stinky feet that were stuck to the feces and urine.

He recalled the scene where his father taught himself riding a horse, using a rifle and swordsmanship on horseback in his hometown for the first time. He spent many days and nights, and shed many beads of sweat. Finally, he learned everything that a knight should learn, and embarked on a journey to Dresden with the glory of his family and the blessing of his mother. But now, he was afraid of the bullshit knight in the inner palace who contemptted his family and trampled on his honor. This was really a shame!

Thinking of this, Rejel frowned, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he couldn't help but hammer the table heavily. Suddenly, the wine in the wooden cup swayed and splashed out, wetting his clenched fists.

Simon didn't say anything, but just smiled and picked up the wooden cup that had just splashed out of the wine and took a sip. Reggel's actions were enough to tell everything.

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After drinking, Simon took the fat man, Gabriel, Reger and his little servants to the side door in the north of Dresden. After leaving the side door, the familiar poor area surrounded everyone.

Ignoring the poor people kneeling on the roadside begging, Simon and others rode straight towards the competitive venue not far away.

It’s not Simon’s cold-bloodedness, but Simon is worried that in this case, as long as he gives one of them, the poor people in all the shacks and tents nearby will come like a tide like a shark smelling blood, surrounding him and begging him to continue giving. Simon would never open his pocket to help all beggars, so the final result is a one-sided scolding, and perhaps a "beautiful name" of "stingy", which will be uncomfortable at that time.

"Master, Sir Simon, I'll go find someone to ask where the registration for the martial arts competition is." Regel's servant said, riding his horse and leaping forward, running towards a royal soldier standing guard not far away.

The venue for this martial arts competition is as simple as Simon saw when he entered the city not long ago. The entire venue is composed of only the wooden auditorium with royal heralds flying and a piece of grass surrounded by wooden fences.

"Compared with the town arena left by the ancient Roman Empire and the magnificent gladiatorium in the city of Rome, this venue is too rough and simple." Gabriel, who was knowledgeable, shook his head and murmured to himself.

After a while, Regel's servant returned to everyone: "Master, Lord Simon, the soldiers standing guard told me that the registration for the Athletic Conference was in the middle of the garrison of the aristocratic soldiers!"

Looking at the cluttered tents of all sizes beside the arena, with all kinds of supplies piled up everywhere, and various camps with horses and donkeys at will, Simon swallowed and waved his hand: "Let's go, get things done quickly, we have to go back to the hotel before dark!"

Simon and his party entered the chaotic camp, and they didn't know where the road was. They could just bypass the dense tents and random supplies, and even soldiers sleeping on the ground.

As Simon expected, the soldiers here had not been stationed for long, but the ground was filled with fresh or semi-old feces and urine, which made people feel nauseous.

The private soldiers and servants brought by various nobles have nothing to do now. Many people either tell jokes and brag around the fire, or sit on the ground and play dice games, and have a few copper coins beside their feet. Several strong private soldiers seem to be idle, and they hold their weapons like majestic nobles in the venue of the martial arts competition, fighting each other, which has attracted cheers from the people around them.

As the saying goes, there are rivers and lakes where there are people. Some small merchants walk through the camps and peddling their goods. And at the junction of a small wood further away from the edge of the camp and a small wood, Simon saw a wretched soldier with rotten teeth and scabies on his head leading a plump girl in exposed clothes to the woods.

"I think we're here!" Regel's voice made Simon retract his gaze and thoughts, and looked at the large tent in the center of the camp in front of him.

A poor knight wearing only a mattress without a heraldic burqa opened the curtain at the entrance of the big tent, glanced at Simon and the others, and then quickly took him to walk to a small tent set up by several servants on the edge of the camp in the distance.

"Get in."

Simon and others obtained the consent of the soldiers standing guard at the door and lifted the curtain of the large tent of the registration office. The four Dongluo strangers who were arguing with royal officials instantly caught everyone's attention.

"How many more times do I have to say it, I am Komuning of Paflagonia, from a noble family of the Roman Empire," the young black-haired man standing at the table of the royal official looked very excited. The somewhat awkward pronunciation of the decibels was higher than the other. "Don't you recognize the nobles of the Roman Empire and their titles?"

This down-and-out Eastern Roman youth had short black hair and black eyes that made Simon feel a little kind. He was wearing a dusty and sunken dome helmet, a ragged rusty Eastern Roman style scale armor, a studded striped shoulder pad with war marks, and a pair of broken leather gloves with scratches.

The three companions around him were dressed in similar fashions, but there were more blood scratches on their clothes, which looked even more depressed than him.

"Don't you understand me? We recognize the nobles of the Roman Empire and their titles, but you, like a beggar, still say that you are a nobleman, don't laugh to death," as he said, the royal officials and clerks who were angry and sneered loudly, "You can't even take out the certificate of noble blood. Do you know if you are a mercenary who pretends to be a noble person? While I am in a good mood today, get out of my sight before I change my mind!"
Chapter completed!