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The conversation in the bar naturally ended unpleasantly. Maria insisted that she could go further, but Zofia insisted that she withdraw from the competition immediately.

After all, there are two living examples right next to us: Martin who lost his arm, and Zofia who was not much different from those who lost their arms before.

Zofia left first, while Maria stayed there for a long time and didn't leave the bar until a long time later.

"Alas, every family has its own problems."

Beichen helped Martin clean up the bar and sighed.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Let them solve it themselves."

Soon it was the next day, and without Maria's knowledge, some plans against her had made new progress.

Of course, Maria wasn’t the only one being targeted.

"Hey, you've been following us for so long, it's about time you show up."

After walking around in the narrow alley for several times, Sona finally stopped. She had almost figured out the number of the other side.

The only response she received was an arrow shot at a fatal spot.

"Oh, so aggressive, I don't like fans like that."

Sona narrowed her eyes and looked at the archers hiding in the shadows. Suddenly, her pupils shrank sharply, as if she saw something extraordinary.

"Wait, your bows........Hehe, actually I'm not surprised at all. It's only a matter of time before I'm targeted by you. This is a rare opportunity, so let's have a good fight."

But what Sona didn't know was that several of her companions had encountered the same situation.

....................

A few more days passed.

"I won't be playing in the majors."

Beichen heard some incredible words as soon as he entered the bar.

"Serkiak?"

There was a guy in the bar who shouldn't have been there.

"You are... humph, the independent knight, Beichen, you are quite capable, but... "

Serchiak did not say the rest of the sentence, but just drank the wine in the glass.

"Why, did you run into something troubling you? Why are you drinking during the day?"

"Well, you should have heard me. I said I would not play in the special tournament."

Serchiak repeated what he had just said, and his eyes became gloomy.

"The decision of the Howling Guards? Are you going to promote some newcomer? I thought you had a good personal relationship with the sponsor, but I didn't expect you still had to give way to the newcomer."

Martin nodded in understanding.

"Ha, personal relationships, talking about relationships with a business is like talking about love with a natural disaster."

A wonderful metaphor by Serkiak.

"The decision is made by a higher level. Tsk, I didn't expect that something like mine would be appreciated by those people. It's really an honor for me."

Serkiak laughed at himself.

"Knights Association, Business Federation?"

Martin's eyes suddenly became strange. How big a mess did you make that you were targeted by the people above?

"Ha, Old Martin, I understand what you mean. You want to ask, how could a knight who has always obeyed the orders from above be targeted like this? The problem must lie somewhere else. What is it?"

After a long silence, Serkiak spoke again.

"Tsk, there's no point in speculating on these things now. I just want to let Charne know that there's a price to pay for teasing the nobles."

Serchiak clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to say something like "How dare a eunuch who delivers messages be so arrogant? Besides, you don't have the emperor above you!"

Charnay, why is this BYD thing everywhere?

"Serchiak, I advise you to be careful."

Martin knocked on the table and said with a serious expression.

Of course he knows what position Charne holds now. If you go against him, aren't you directly directing your criticism at the people above you?

"Hmph, see you next time, Old Martin. I watched your games when I was a kid, and that's why I had a fascination with competitive knights. But when I stepped into the arena myself, I realized that the knights of today can't be compared with the knights of your time."

Serkiak put down the glass in his hand and walked out of the bar quickly.

"This plastic knight is really a weirdo."

Martin shook his head and spoke.

"So he came here in broad daylight just to chat with you?"

Beichen sat down on the chair where Serchiak had just sat and asked.

"It sounds like you're still my fan. I'm a little confused, but maybe the speed race that Maria will participate in is coming soon."

Martin reached out and turned on the TV, ready to take a look.

"Speed ​​race? Wasn't that the day before yesterday? Maria was pretty lucky. She overtook the second place at the last moment."

Beichen repeatedly confirmed that his memory was correct, and then cast a suspicious look at Martin.

"Tsk, look at my memory, I have forgotten all about this. But, hey, Maria and Zofia, how many days have they not been to this bar?"

Martin patted his head and couldn't stop sighing.

"Since the day we had the fight, I've been the only one coming here every day."

Beichen counted the time on his fingers. Has so much time passed?

"Uncle Martin.....Ah, Beichen, you are here too."

As we were discussing this, the person involved walked into the bar.

But at this moment, Maria had a gloomy face, completely different from her usual cheerful look.

"Aunt........Has she ever been here?"

"She has come to the door several times in the past few days, but she never came in. You are the same, girl. You haven't come to my place at all during this period of time. You should go find her."

But Maria just remained silent, and finally spoke.

"If I can win, will my aunt understand me?"

"it's not true."

Beichen directly denied Maria's idea.

"Zofia doesn't think you're going to lose or get hurt, so she doesn't want you to continue to move forward to the Special Championship."

"Didn't I tell you that even I was bribed by the company and deliberately tripped you up in the competition? What about other opponents, not to mention those obstacles outside of the competition?"

"......"

Maria fell silent again, her eyes cast on the coat Beichen was wearing, and on the coat was the logo of the Meshko Group.

"Whether in or out of the stadium, you will be treated unfairly because you did not accept their 'kindness', while I, just wearing their clothes, have real money delivered to me every day."

"And you're going to face a lot more than that."