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He said he couldn't do it, but Raven really couldn't do it.

In the next few days, Raven basically meditated, carved fireball spells, strengthened his staff, attended various activities with Nancy, and occasionally watched his own extraordinary games.

Based on Engla's arrangement, their schedule was placed in the second half of the schedule, giving them enough time to observe the battle and become familiar with the game.

In addition to discussing tactics with each other, the gray dwarves also had carefully crafted weapons and equipment, so they all defeated their opponents and advanced to the second round.

Today, the 17th day after the competition started, after Simon finished his first game, Raven found Simon and handed him a promotion document.

Simon was so excited that he refused: "But this is against the rules. I have just won one game."

"Take it, you are different from others." Lei Wen advised: "For more than a year, in addition to your own job, you have also taken care of the orphanage. I can see your hard work."

"And even if you don't think about yourself, think about them."

At this moment, the orphans were standing in the yard playing and quarreling, imitating Simon's previous actions in the arena.

They were trained by Simon himself, with Raven as their idol and Simon as their role model.

If the orphanage is compared to a big family, Raven is the father, then Simon is the eldest son in the family.

"Understood, Lord Baron." Simon nodded vigorously and put the things away.

Raven chuckled and shook his head: "This is a good thing that no one else can ask for. It's better for you. You have to let me talk about it before you are willing to accept it."

Simon's face turned red: "Lord Baron, I..."

"Okay, I know you have nothing else on your mind." Raven patted him on the shoulder: "That's why among so many people, you are the one I trust the most."

Some people are slow to express themselves, and Simon was one of them, but judging from his heavy breathing, it was clear that he was deeply moved.

"Lord Baron." Volaf walked in and whispered: "Mr. Gordon just sent someone here to send a message, saying that Marquis Anthony is looking for you and hopes that you will come to the auditorium."

"I didn't expect it to be today. I thought he could bear it until tomorrow before speaking." Raven was not surprised. He turned to Simon and said, "Don't be too anxious. You still have at least one round to sharpen your mind and stabilize your mentality. Only through accumulation can we make progress.”

Simon nodded in agreement, his eyes full of determination, but not anxious.

Not long after, Raven rode a carriage to the auditorium. Free drinks and food were still provided here, but the flow of people was much less - most people went to watch the game.

In the innermost seat, Marquis Anthony was already waiting there.

In addition to him, Archbishop Thomas, the Earl of Montreal, and the Earl of Tyrone also gathered together.

"Sorry, I'm late for some personal matters." Raven saluted generously and took his seat.

"Newlyweds need some time for themselves." Montreal said with a kind face, "It's us old guys who are so unkind that we insist on calling you here."

The competition is becoming more and more grand. His son Gul'dan has also finished the competition a few days ago. Like Akori, he is also crushing.

Because he is from the province of Nord, Gul'dan's popularity is even greater than that of Akori, and the Fox family's reputation is also recovering.

All this is thanks to Raven's Skyhawk Platform.

Therefore, Montreal pays more and more attention to Raven, not only considering the interests, but actually has a strong appreciation and affection for him.

"The vitality and love of young people are always enviable." Archbishop Thomas smiled, looking harmless, but quietly brought the topic to the right track: "But as a lord, you must also take responsibility and handle affairs. "

Lei Wenming asked, "Archbishop, what are you referring to?"

Marquis Anthony said: "Baron Raven, you should have received a joint petition from the knights, right?"

"This is indeed the case." Raven blinked and continued to pretend to be stupid: "But how did you know it--it sounds like Archbishop Thomas also knew it?"

His acting skills can be said to be superb, but these people present are all talented people, and it can be seen; and Raven certainly knows this.

But sometimes, even if both parties know it well, the drama has to go on.

"Even I know it." Count Tyrone smiled bitterly: "In the past few days, because I have not received your reply, the new knights are looking for ways to add their names to the list."

"This is nothing." Marquis Anthony said with empty eyes, "A lady with great powers has already placed the letter directly on my desk."

"So, Lord Raven."

“We cannot delay the reopening of registration any longer.”

Although the three people next to them did not speak, it was obvious that they had reached an agreement with Anthony in this regard.

This is the effect Raven wanted.

If he had taken the initiative to make this suggestion, or simply approved it resolutely, not to mention what the four people present would think, the complaints from the current contestants alone would be enough for him to drink.

After all, the longer competition schedule and the increase in the number of participants will definitely dilute the attention of previous applicants.

Now that Marquis Anthony has taken the initiative to make such a request, no matter how scolded he is, it will only be directed at him, and Raven can get out.

"As a junior, I'm really sorry for causing so much trouble to everyone because of my wrong decision-making." Lei Wen said sincerely: "But there is an important reason for my delay in making a decision."

"If registration is opened now, it will be equivalent to dividing the lottery prize, which is not fair to the knights who have registered before."

There was a trace of appreciation in Montreal's eyes, and Marquis Anthony's eyebrows were slightly lowered.

In fact, Anthony had long seen Raven's intention to divert trouble.

But he still had to take the initiative to propose expanding the number of candidates and opening up registration.

There are more than 400 knights and nobles who want to participate this time, almost one-third of the male nobles in the Nord province, and most noble families are involved.

As the future governor, Anthony could dislike these people, but he could not make them dissatisfied.

If they have a good impression, they may not reciprocate; but if they harbor resentment, they will really stumble.

Therefore, in order for the future work to proceed smoothly, Anthony must take the initiative to promote the registration work.

But this kid Raven actually pushed the envelope even further.

The implication is that he wants to spend money to increase the lottery and supplement the prize pool!

Seeing that Marquis Anthony did not respond immediately, Raven increased his firepower: "Well... if the number of people is doubled, then the number of winners will also be doubled. Originally it was 50 gold coins for each of the top 50; now it will be changed to the top 100. Name, this is an extra 2,500 gold coins.”

"After all, it's to celebrate my wedding, so I'll pay for it."

Raven seemed to be relieved, but Marquis Anthony did not feel happy.

If Raven was really the only one to pay, wouldn't it be Raven who gets the thanks? His own benefits are not obvious.

So the money still has to be paid.

Anthony only had a wry smile in his heart.

This is not a conspiracy but a conspiracy, and Anthony will not feel resentful towards Raven because of this - it was he who came up with the idea of ​​the Athletic Conference in the first place.

But not being resentful doesn't mean that he doesn't have some resentment towards Raven, so he brought out the draft he had already prepared: "It is true that the lottery should be increased, but only doubling it would be too petty."

"Now it can be said that the nobles from the entire Nord province have come to participate in the competition. The momentum should be bigger, so that the whole province can enjoy the joy. If we mention it in the future, it will not only be a wedding, but one that will be recorded in history. What a grand event.”

Montreal raised his glass, hiding a trace of anger in his eyes.

As the old proverb goes, a greedy python would dare to swallow even a dragon. Anthony was no longer satisfied with his original goal.

Montreal could tell that Anthony wanted to take all the credit for this competitive meeting and turn this meeting into his personal political achievement!

But this is Nancy’s wedding after all, her daughter’s wedding in Montreal!

"Indeed, since it is a grand event in the Nord province, it is time for us Nords to contribute." Montreal immediately said: "This time the lottery will come from our Fox family, as well as the Slater and Griffith families. Come out."

Earl Tyrone had no intention of participating in this dispute. With Anthony standing at the front, he didn't need to be in the limelight.

But Montreal's words were obviously full of resentment, and they were tit for tat with Anthony.

Anthony wants to take all the credit for himself, while Montreal simply wants to kick Anthony out.

Earl Tyrone had to express his position: "Since it is a grand event for our province of Nord, as a member of the province, we, the Slater family, will certainly not refuse to add to the good fortune."

"But in the previous war, our Slater family's vitality was severely damaged. It's okay to ask us to provide some gold coins, but since the scale is going to expand to that point, just adding more money seems a bit petty."

"So, how about we pay for it and Marquis Anthony bring out a treasure as a reward for the champion?"

Having said this, he chuckled: "However, this will cost you, Marquis Anthony."

Montreal's eyelids twitched slightly.

Last time, Earl Tyrone used the same method to draw Anthony into the game, and this time it was a repeat of the same trick.

But this time, Montreal is not prepared to let Anthony's wish come true so easily: "The Slater family is having a hard time, and I know it, so you don't have to give out the treasure, but this is Raven and Nancy's wedding after all. We The two families still have to pay.”

At this time, Marquis Anthony felt a little regretful. Just as he was resentful for a moment, he gave Montreal another chance to win over Raven.

But this opportunity may not be able to be transformed into exacerbating the rift between the two families: "That is indeed good. In that case, I will use it as a bonus."

Before he finished speaking, Marquis Anthony flicked his fingers, and a sheathed knight's sword appeared in front of everyone.

The sword is about 95 centimeters long and the hilt is 15 centimeters. It is a standard knight's long sword.

But its scabbard is made of some unknown monster leather, dotted with blue gems, and has fine enchanting lines spreading on it - this scabbard is also an enchanted item.

Marquis Anthony reached out and pulled it out, and a bright light suddenly erupted from the sword's blade, which was obviously very powerful.

"This sword is called 'Hate of Hyperion'. It is the first handed down work by the legendary swordsmith Hyperion. The sword body and scabbard are both second-level props. When put together, the first unsheathed A sword can unleash the power of a third-level enchanted weapon."

"Although it is only the second level, it can work well with any fighting spirit. Even if it is used at the third or fourth level, it will not look shabby."

This Hyperion's Hate immediately attracted everyone's attention, and even Montreal was a little distracted.

As a swordsmith who left a name in history, Hyperion's reputation is too great. The weapons it produced have a collection value far exceeding their practical value. If Marquis Anthony is willing to sell them, they are enough to surpass most third-level weapons!

But for a count's family, it is not difficult to take out enchanted equipment that exceeds its value, so Montreal was about to speak immediately, but when he saw the pride in Anthony's eyes, his voice got stuck in his throat.

He suddenly thought of a question, he could take it out, but what about Raven?

Indeed, Raven has earned a lot of gold coins in the past two years, but high-level enchanted equipment cannot be bought with money alone, and Raven is basically impossible to take it out.

And it was Montreal who took the initiative to ask Raven to use treasures as rewards.

If Raven can't come up with a suitable prize, not only will he be robbed of the limelight, but it is also likely that the trust that the two families have just established will be destroyed.

Bishop Thomas, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sat up: "Sorry, I'm old, I was a little distracted just now, what were you talking about?"

A fifth-level great magician would be distracted? This joke is too big, but since he spoke, Marquis Anthony had to take it seriously, so he opened his mouth to explain a little.

Archbishop Thomas looked enlightened: "Oh, so that's the case, then as a member of the Nord Province, I can't help but express my opinion."

"But the church is poor and can't afford too valuable treasures-then the prize I offer this time is a year of tax exemption qualification."

As soon as this sentence came out, Montreal's mouth curled up a smile, Earl Tyrone glanced at Thomas quietly, and Marquis Anthony's eyes suddenly tightened, and he began to curse in his heart.

He took the initiative and brought out the hatred of Hyperion, just to raise the tone of the prize and deliberately provoke the relationship between the Fox family and Raven.

But now Thomas's words directly confused the situation.

If you want to talk about a year's tithe, it is indeed a lot, but you have to tell where it is!

If it was Fox or Slater, it would be enough to save tens of thousands of gold coins.

But if it fell into a knight's territory, it would only be worth a few or at most a dozen gold coins.

But Anthony couldn't find any problem!

In this way, no matter what Raven took out as a prize, as long as it was not too shabby, it would be acceptable.

Instead, Anthony looked like a resentful person.

Sure enough, Montreal had cast a gentle look on Raven.

Raven didn't expect things to develop to this point, but he had been prepared as early as Tyrone proposed the real prize.

"Since Marquis Anthony and Archbishop Thomas are so generous, as the protagonist of the wedding, I can't be too stingy."

After saying that, Raven wiped his belt, and a dark green, jewel-like crystal appeared in front of everyone.

Marquis Anthony didn't think Raven could come up with anything good, but the moment he saw this thing, he took a breath of cold air.

"Life Essence!?"

That's right, this is the third-level magic plant obtained after the two evolutions of the green peach, or the return to the ancestors, the Life Essence.

According to Marquis Anthony, it is the best material for breaking through the third level of life fighting spirit. If taken directly, it can treat most external injuries and can forcibly pull people back from the brink of death!

On the battlefield, having a Life Essence is equivalent to having an extra life.

Moreover, this kind of thing is a specialty of the elves, and it is extremely rare among the human forces. It is also a treasure as a collection!

Montreal was overjoyed. He thought that since Archbishop Thomas had spoken, Raven would take out a low-key one, and he would also take out a similar one.

But in this way, the limelight will inevitably be snatched by Anthony.

But now that Raven has taken out the Life Essence, Montreal can also let go: "Since everyone is generous, I am not modest, so use it as a prize."

As he said, a bottle of potion appeared in front of everyone.

This potion is contained in a crystal bottle, and the liquid inside is cyan, but it does not remind people of the harmonious elements of nature and life. Instead, you can feel a burning heat through the bottle, which makes people feel irritated.

A specialty of the Fox family, a third-level magic potion, the Fire Soul Potion.

It can be used as a material for the flame fighting spirit to break through to the third level, and even a third-level flame knight can be upgraded by one star after taking it.

Its value can be said to be comparable to the essence of life, but its scope of application is a little narrow.

"Okay, the Fox family is worthy of hundreds of years of heritage." Marquis Anthony clapped his hands: "Then let's decide on this new prize."

"Baron Raven, I have to trouble you to draw up a new reward list. If you want to add gold coins, please tell me. I have something else to do, so I won't stay any longer."

After that, he got up and left first.

Anthony left, and Tyrone also said goodbye. Montreal didn't say much, but just drank a glass of wine with Raven and left with Archbishop Thomas.

After they left, Raven sat for a long time before he stood up. His clothes were already sticking to his back:

"These old guys are really more difficult to deal with than the other!"

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