After leaving Baron Edmund's camp, Simon took his men through the mixed tents and supplies, passed through the ragged and smelly civilian spectators, and came to the large wooden table belonging to the royal clerk next to the noble wooden stands.

"It's you, dear Lord Simon!" The elderly clerk of the royal family raised his tired gray pupils covered by deep bags of his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, looked at Simon's face carefully, and said to Simon.

"That's right, it's me, dear clerk Dena," Simon also recognized the old man who had issued a franchise certificate for himself in the King's castle. "It seems that you're very busy lately!"

"Yes, although my apprentice, Yaerlin, and others helped me collect information on the inductive competition personnel, in the end, things like the grouping of the preliminary competition and promotion of the grouping have to be left to me. There are many factors to consider in the middle, such as grouping based on the principle of fairness. Oh, it's a big deal!" The old clerk Dena's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and thick dark circles surrounded his eyes. Although he was wearing relatively clean and decent clothes, his body was covered with a strong smell of sweat and smell of sweat. I don't know how long it took to take a shower.

The old clerk Dena rubbed his eyes again, yawned tiredly, and scratched his snow-white hair, but it seemed as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Sir Simon, I almost forgot to congratulate you on getting the preliminary round. Your game was wonderful, but I forgave me that I was busy with work and didn't see it with my own eyes. In addition, in terms of fairness and the number of remaining players in the team, I will arrange for you to duel with Baron Adenauer from Saxony and his team. The game time will be tomorrow morning..." The old clerk Dena said with a gaze, but Simon could no longer hold it.

"Thank you very much for your hard work, Mr. Dyna, but I'm sorry I have to interrupt you. I'm here not to understand the next game schedule, but to withdraw from this team melee." Simon looked at Old Dyna's gray eyes, revealing surprise, and said his plans.

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Abandoning the game is not a glorious thing, but Simon will not take the lives of his partners in order to reduce some honor or make people chew less tongue behind his back, and then begs like a gambler to win the battle against more elite opponents and retain the spoils he had obtained before.

Simon, who was not bound by the game for the time being, felt relaxed. Seeing the other teams facing each other on the court, he completely lost the nervous and anxious feeling when he first watched Baron Ernest and Baron Reginold duel.

It is no exaggeration to say that Simon is already an outsider. Even if everyone in the last team that stands out has the terrifying strength of a knight in the royal family, it has nothing to do with him.

He finally realized the fun of being an audience, which was simple, exciting and happy.

Baron Ernest's team successfully entered the final without everyone's expectations. What was surprising was that the other team actually came from the territory of the Slavs who had been surrendered to the kingdom.

The wild Slavic warriors who were good at using axes and the most elite cavalry in the kingdom in the arena attracted almost half of the town to watch. The civilian audience surrounded the huge arena, with people huddled in the inner and outer three layers full of people's heads, and the chirping noise almost overturned the sky.

The Slavs looked like they were baptized not long ago, and they spoke incomprehensible language, wore traditional Slav costumes and equipment, and even wore bare shirts with pagan style painted war patterns.

Most of them had sharp short axes on their waists, and they were carrying a large round shield like Vikings. Some of the thick and thick guys were just holding a large two-handed battle axe or warhammer.

"Hey old guy, look at that person!" In the bustling crowd, the old potter with a few bags deeper than the previous few days found the fat businessman with a spring-like face and pointed to a tall figure in the Slav team in the distance.

I saw that it was a strong bald man, his face and arms were covered with strange-shaped war patterns, and he had a long golden beard with dried blood. He was wearing a loose dark blue pants and a pair of strappy boots. But it was funny that a warrior with such an alien style actually had a string of silver cross pendants on his neck.

"My God, don't tell me that he is God's people like us?" The fat businessman swallowed in fear, as if he remembered a nightmare memory.

"I have never seen a pagan who can wear a cross. This guy probably hasn't been baptized for a long time. What's wrong with my old guy? Your face looks bad!" The old potter's hair seemed to be a little whiter than before. At this time, he looked at the fat businessman with a dull look and a blue face with some worry, not understanding why he suddenly became like this.

"I, I'm fine, I just remembered that time, my caravan was looted by a group of Slavic barbarians like hungry wolves. God, that was such a terrible experience." The fat businessman held his head and shook his head, took out a kettle from his belt, drank two sips of wine, wiped his mouth.

The game was about to begin soon, and Simon had already made a lot of money from Baron Edmund, so this time he did not bet who would win.

Simon learned from Rejel that the odds of losing to Baron Ernest were particularly high. It seemed that no one was optimistic about the Slavs who came from the wild land, the "barbarians" they mentioned.

It is not unreasonable for Da Shang, who is opening the gambling market, to set odds like this. Although the Slavic warriors seemed to have great strength, after the actual battle, they were beaten back and defeated one by one with the close cooperation of the elite Baron Ernest private soldiers, and the decline was fully demonstrated.

Although these Slavs have strong personal combat power and extremely brave, they lack organization and cooperation. This is the main reason for their defeat.

"Huhh!"

The sky above the arena was filled with warm cheers and applause, and Baron Ernest, covered in enemy blood, was bathed in the glory of victory. He was undoubtedly the protagonist of the whole audience today, and even overshadowed the king's limelight.

On the other side, the Slavic warrior leader wearing goggle chain armor sealed helmet, brass scale shoulder pads, and decorative chain mail in Slavic style took off the leather gloves tied with scale plywood, looked at the corpses on the ground and the surviving companions covered in bruises, and sighed.

"The next thing is the Knights' competition soon." Simon thought silently in his heart, stood up, and left the noble wooden stand with Reggel.

"Young Master?" The fat man walked over to Simon with a "lucky" and smiled.

"Let's go to the weapons shop in the town to check it out. I think I have to buy more guns." Simon stroked the long beard on his chin and said thinking.

In fact, the knight's personal competition is very consuming to ride a gun. The scene that people talk about the most is the knight's bracelet's bracelet is shattered by the solid shield when it stabs the shield.

It is said that when a wealthy knight traveled around Flander in the 13th century, he asked his servants to tie up the colorful cavalry rifles in the shape of five in each bunch, and each carried one bunch. The gun forest composed of hundreds of cavalry rifles was very spectacular. He followed the knight to participate in one martial arts competition after another, so that some people accused the knight of being a "people who abused the woods."

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The Knights' individual competition will begin the next morning.

The grass in the arena still remains of the blood stains and fragments of human organs left from yesterday's melee, and it is now emitting an unpleasant smell of blood and rotten smell.

The wooden fence on the edge of the arena has been reinforcing by the royal craftsmen, because the enthusiastic audience in the final showdown yesterday afternoon wanted to get closer to observe the wonderful fights between the two sides, but how could the fence, which was not reliable, support the weight of so many people pressing on it together?

On the side of the arena, the more and more feces that were left by the unhygienic audience and soldiers had been rushing to clean up by the feces in the town overnight, but at this time, there were still disgusting feces and undigested excrement on the ground.

The civilian audience and the noble audience arrived one after another. Simon noticed that there were many more noble ladies and ladies in the front row of the aristocratic stands today than in the previous few days.

The first to appear were two famous Cavaliers.

At this time, they were wearing armor in the preparation area of ​​the team with the help of their servants, and not far away, the knights' horses were trying hard to put horse armor on the horse and bright and bright heraldic horse suits.

"It's warm-up time now." Rejel in the noble stands excitedly watched the two knights wearing armor wander around in the competition venue, enjoying the warm cheers and blessings of the audience.

After the chubby commander made the gesture to start the game, the two knights slowly passed by on horseback, stretched out their right hands and held them gracefully, then clamped the horse's belly and quickly returned to their waiting area.

"Mr. Kyle!"

At this moment, a gentle and crisp shout made the young knight pull away the covered helmet on his face and turn his head away in confusion.

"This is what my lady Lina gave you!" A young lady in a yellow dyed dress and a white turban handed a small handkerchief with rose patterns to the knight.

"What an exquisite handkerchief, it will bring me good luck, victory and honor! Please thank the beautiful Miss Lina for me." The young knight took the handkerchief, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, nodded to the maid who came to deliver the token, turned his horse's head and pointed it back at the opponent's direction.
Chapter completed!