Imperial Crown

The battle between Conchi and Witt was a very successful start to the day.

The combination of ethics, family affection, power, violence and other elements pushed the atmosphere of the arena to a climax. Until the knights on both sides left the arena, Conchie's name was still being shouted.

And he also has a new title "Blue Blood Knight".

It seems that no matter what happens, blood will always leave a lasting impression.

The discussion about this battle was so lively that even the Poirots, who missed the first contest, listened to the whole process with one ear and one ear while sitting down.

Because he worked in a riverside workshop all year round, Poirot's diet was not regular, so he became more and more prosperous. The two beards around his lips were shiny and smooth. Even after washing and changing into regular clothes, he still couldn't shake off the scent of flowers in the factory. .

His wife was by his side, holding his arm with both hands, very intimate.

Two years ago, she would never have done this.

So although it was a bit hot, Poirot still enjoyed it.

As he walked through the passage, many people who knew Poirot saluted and greeted him. Poirot responded with a smile as usual; his wife's somewhat mean face showed more and more pride, and her chest became more and more puffed out. Tall, like a proud rooster.

Every time he greeted someone, Poirot's wife would recount these people's "sins" in his ear.

A certain family borrowed a small piece of salt from her a few years ago and has not returned it yet; a certain family's daughter-in-law poured dirty water at the door of her house, and later refused to admit it and raked it away; a certain person pretended to drink too much in the middle of the night and knocked on the door of Poirot's house. The door at midnight.

But there weren't many complaints in the words, they were all filled with pride, because now they all have to humble themselves in front of their husbands!

Her husband is her greatest pride.

She still has a little bit to be proud of.

Most people can only buy their own tickets and sit in the back row. As an elder of the Griffith family, Poirot is qualified to sit in the exclusive area designated by the Griffith family and watch the game up close.

After following her husband inside, she suddenly screamed and leaned into Poirot's ear and said: "Who is that lady? Why is she dressed like a queen?"

"Keep your voice down." Poirot quickly lowered his voice: "That's Mrs. Denise."

"Ah, Madame Denise?! How did she become so beautiful?" Poirot's wife put her hand to her lips, her eyes widened so much that the wrinkles on her face were smoothed out.

She had met Denise, but she never expected that after a few years, instead of getting older, Denise became even more radiant than when Donald was still alive.

It's like a nourished flower.

Her skin was moist and snow-white, and looked like solidified lard under the sunlight; her black hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a white gauze round hat on her head. The hat was studded with tiny pieces of jewelry, which was extremely noble.

There was a confident look in her eyes, a smile on her plump lips, and she was wearing a simple long dress with tight shoulders and a high neckline. There was a dark green gem the size of a pigeon egg shining brightly on her chest.

All pride was gone. Mrs. Poirot followed her husband to salute Denise, and then sat down a little gloomily.

"Am I getting old?"

"Don't talk about you, I'm an old man now."

"Then...you don't want to find someone younger?"

Poirot said nothing. He took Madame's hand with a smile and placed it in his palm.

Denise had no intention of paying attention to Poirot and his wife. She was already surrounded by ladies from various families.

Lady Jon, the spouse of Baron Moss of the Acre Territory, asked: "The Griffith family has such an outstanding heir as Baron Raven, why do you go to Meng En City instead of enjoying the blessings in the territory?"

Before Denise could answer, Mrs. Femin, the wife of Lord Holo's monk, said: "That's why Mrs. Denise was able to marry into the Griffith family - it is precisely because she has such ambition that she is not inferior to the gentlemen. It has injected vitality into the Griffith family.”

Whether she meant it or not, this sentence was quite helpful to Denise.

Mrs. Jon realized that what she said was a bit vulgar, and immediately changed the subject: "Ms. Denise, I have wanted to ask from the beginning, this pendant on your chest..."

"What do you mean?" Denise held up the gem with a smile on her face and a hint of show off in her tone: "This is the 'Heart of the Forest', an accessory crafted by elves."

Originally, the Heart of the Forest was beautiful when worn on Denise, but it was in harmony with Denise's temperament and did not stand out.

Now being held up by her white palms, her charm was immediately revealed.

Although the aristocratic women are well-informed, they have never seen such a beautiful treasure. With its exquisite and moving design and rich and vivid green, it is as if they are really holding a forest in their hands.

Everyone froze in place.

"It's so...beautiful!" Mrs. Jon praised, then suddenly turned her eyes and said: "Is this jewelry not given by someone from Meng'en City? And it must have been carefully selected, otherwise it would never fit so well. Your temperament.”

Denise's face turned red, but she didn't answer.

This sentence immediately aroused the gossip among the surrounding women. Mrs. Fei Min whispered: "No wonder Mrs. Denise has been refusing to come back in Men'en City. I wonder which nobleman can win your heart?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Denise's lips.

At this moment, Engla's voice sounded, focusing everyone's attention on the arena.

"Next, there will be a special competition. We will see a classical, pure, and noble knight showdown!"

"Let us invite Mr. Weston of the Griffith family to face-"

"First-class earth knight from the Gravel Territory, MGM!"

Denise's heart lifted.

Yes, this is why Denise still appears here even though she has a private room.

The fences on both sides of the arena were opened, and Weston and MGM slowly drove out on their respective mounts.

Fortunately for MGM, he was wearing standard imperial plate armor; on the other hand, Vesdon looked a bit like a playboy.

The helmet alone is about a foot high, covering the head like a bucket, with two lightning-like sharp horns carved on it; the shoulder armor is exaggerated, as if it has two triangular shields on it, and the lance in the hand is plated. It is coated with a layer of silver and sparkles in the sunlight.

If it weren't for Zhu Huangfei's strong power and strong physique, he wouldn't be able to carry him on his back.

In accordance with the etiquette of a knight's duel, he rode to the edge of the field, and Denise tied her own ribbon on the tip of his lance: "Be careful."

Vesdon grinned and said: "Don't worry, mother, I will take back the honor and dedicate it to you!"

After saying that, he drove his horse away slowly.

Staring at Vesdon's back, Denise frowned.

Mrs. Jon persuaded in a low voice: "Ms. Denise, don't worry, Master Weston is so talented that he will definitely win."

This does not reassure Denise, even though she has done a lot for this battle.

For example, MGM was given 50 gold coins to let him loose in this battle.

But after all, Weisidong had to compete with others, and there was a possibility of injury in the competition, which made her unable to avoid being nervous.

But she was not the only one who was nervous at this moment, there was also Engla who was hosting.

Since Vesdon was the only non-extraordinary applicant, he put a lot of effort into arranging this competition.

His opponent, MGM, came from a farmer's family, and his equestrian skills were mediocre, and had only recently become extraordinary; while Master Vesdon had always been famous for his equestrian skills.

Now he just hopes that Master Weston will not lose too badly.

But the most nervous person is not Engla, but Vesdon's opponent at the moment, the MGM Knights.

Not only was he entrusted by his master, Ms. Doreen, and received 50 gold coins from Denise, but he also received 100 gold coins from Vesdon before going on stage!

Everyone wants him to lose.

It's a pity that MGM Knight is an honest man. Now, performing in public in front of so many people really makes him feel numb.

He began to rehearse in his mind how he would send the shield to the tip of Vestron's spear without leaving a trace, and how he would behave after falling off the horse.

Only Vesdon was confident.

The referee is mine, and my opponent has been bribed by me. How can I lose this game?

"Duel-begin!!!"

Along with Engla's shout, Vesdon activated his claws and started to accelerate. The horse's hooves trampled on the ground and raised pieces of dust.

And his opponent MGM also began to speed up, slowly leveling the lance in his hand.

The two are getting closer and closer...

The outcome of a knight's duel is always decided in one round.

The loser loses!

At this moment, both Denise and Engla held their breaths. At the moment when the two horses passed by each other——

Nothing happened.

There was a huge boo in the field.

Engla was stunned.

Weisidong was stunned.

The most confused one is MGM.

He predicted the impact point of Vestron's lance and moved the shield. Unexpectedly, he missed the prediction!

Denise put her hand on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, but she was also a little embarrassed.

Next to her, Ms. Fei Min was still making amends: "Mr. Weisidong, you are so... stable!"

In the box, Raven burst out laughing.

It has to be Engla, who has hosted for many years, has rich experience and strong adaptability: "Both sides conducted the first round of testing, and both seemed to be troubled by the strength of the other party."

"Okay, the knights on both sides have adjusted their postures, regained their posture, and started charging again!"

MGM was very nervous. He didn't want to give back the 150 gold coins he had received, so he made up his mind that he must fall this time!

So he decided to change his fighting method, and this time the shield would never move.

But Weston didn't think so. He thought MGM deliberately told him where his flaws were in the last confrontation, and it would happen again this time.

The result really happened again.

The two horses were in the wrong stirrup, and nothing happened.

Denise grew increasingly embarrassed.

Mrs. Fei Min said: "This should be Master Weisidong... Well, I don't want the other party to lose too quickly. He is so kind!"

Raven laughed so hard that her stomach started to hurt.

What is this!

"What a wonderful battle!" Engla shamelessly boasted: "The MGM Knight is experienced and attaches his fighting spirit to the shield. Vesdon keenly observed it, so he deliberately avoided it and evaded the MGM Knight. The trap!”

Most of the people present were just watching the excitement. Listening to Engla's explanation, it seemed to be the same thing.

In the venue, the two sides squared off for the third time. Vesdon stared at MGM, as if he wanted to eat him - you kid, just lie down!

MGM is also aggrieved. This won't work, and that won't work either. What do you want me to do?

He wanted to shoot himself and lay him down!

Spurring his horse, Visdon put aside all distractions this time, with only one thought in his mind.

Win, win, win!!!

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and with extreme concentration, Visdon could even see his reflection on the other side's armor.

He raised his lance in his right hand, aimed it squarely at the center of MGM's shield, and suddenly thrust it out just as he was about to get close!

Bang——

The huge impact force caused the wooden lance to burst into layers of silver flakes, and MGM fell off the horse, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

Visdon raised the lance in his hand and almost shed tears.

Finally won!!!

Ingra was also relieved.

If he didn't hit this time, he didn't know how to make up for it.

Denise's expression relaxed. She didn't care about the outcome of this game, as long as Visdon was not injured.

Mrs. Feimin next to him looked relieved-if Visdon didn't hit it, she didn't know how to make up for it.

The most relaxed one was MGM. He lay on the ground, looking as tired as if he had just harvested a crop of wheat.

It was too difficult to fake a match!

But with this experience, I will definitely be able to cheat next time!

This "twists and turns" match has brought a lot of joy to everyone, but it didn't attract too many people's attention, because the focus of today is still on the next 5th match.

This match is coming soon.

"Next, the third-level life knight Akori, who is from the royal capital Mingnaigar City, the contemporary baron of the Jiaxu family, the personal guard of Marquis Anthony, will face--"

"From the Moonlight Territory of Hesside County, the famous mercenary of the Nord Province, the guard of Viscount Laluen, the second-level bloodthirsty warrior Muga!!!"

The passionate music sounded, the fence in front of him slowly rose, and Akori Ota Jiaxua slowly walked into the field.

As soon as he entered the field, there was an overwhelming scream!

Because he not only came from the royal capital, but also looked very handsome.

He looked only about 25 years old, 1.8 meters tall, not too strong, and the tailor-made second-level enchanted armor perfectly outlined his inverted triangle figure.

The silver armor was engraved with golden patterns, and the enchanted lines under the patterns pulsed with luster.

He didn't even wear a helmet, his long golden hair was loose, his green eyes were emitting electric waves all the time, and his facial lines looked even a little feminine.

But his weapon looked very fierce, not a common standard, nearly 2 meters long, single-sided blade, thick and long.

The reason why it is not called a knife is that its blade is not straight, but presents a sawtooth or wave shape.

Akori smiled, carrying the weapon in one hand and sending kisses with the other hand, looking like a standard playboy.

His opponent Muga had a serious face and wore a set of enchanted armor with a very mercenary style - the so-called mercenary style is that it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, it's good as long as it is practical.

So Muga's helmet is black, his shoulder armor is silver, his chest armor and leg armor are yellow, and his boots are black.

He holds a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and there are three short axes inserted behind his belt.

He is not as good-looking as Akori, but a hideous scar that runs from the right corner of his eye to the left corner of his mouth makes him look more fierce, and he looks like he rolled out of a pile of dead bodies.

According to the rules, the two walked to the center of the venue, Muga raised his weapon, but Akori did not move.

"What do you mean?" Muga asked in a deep voice.

Akori shook his head and said, "You are not worthy of being my opponent."

"You!" Muga raised his eyebrows and nodded fiercely: "Okay, very good!"

"Originally, I wanted to give you some dignity because you are a noble of the royal capital. Since you are so arrogant, I will let you know how big the gap is between a delicate flower like you who grew up in a greenhouse and a warrior like me who fought in the sea of ​​blood!"

Seeing that the two were reluctant to clash their weapons, Ingra said, "Wow, it seems that there is something wrong with this link. Baron Akori doesn't seem to understand the etiquette here..."

Originally, he wanted to smooth things over, but before he finished speaking, Akori suddenly raised his weapon and pointed it at Ingra.

Even though there was some distance, Ingra still felt like something was stuck in his throat and swallowed his saliva: "It seems that Knight Akori has something to say, let's be quiet for a while."

The noisy voices in the field really gradually stopped.

Akori cleared his throat and said loudly: "I, Akori Ota Jiaxia, am here to participate in this competition on behalf of Marquis Anthony."

"I am a noble, and my opponent should at least be a knight, not this kind of vulgar, low-class mercenary!"

At this point, he raised the strange weapon in his hand and pointed it at Muga: "But out of respect for Marquis Anthony and Baron Raven, I can give you a chance to prove yourself."

"In this battle, I will not use fighting spirit, let alone combat skills. As long as you can hit me, you will win!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Some people disdained his arrogance, and some were shocked by his confidence.

The third level has a huge advantage over the second level, but it is a bit too contemptuous not to use fighting spirit and combat skills.

You know, the biggest difference between the third-level knight and the second level is the use of fighting spirit.

Muga's facial features were twisted together because of anger: "Okay, then you have to be prepared. If that face is damaged, it will not be worth selling!"

Ingra was very happy in his heart. Akori's words were more inflammatory than his ten thousand words: "Since Knight Akori said so, let's witness this battle!"

"Duel--Begin!!!"

Muga pursed his lips slightly, took off the short axe on his back, wrapped it with thick blood-colored fighting spirit, and threw it at Akori.

Then he shouted, wrapped his body in an invisible layer of blood-colored armor, swung his legs, and rushed up as if walking in water!

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