The Sun King's Evidence

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The Royal Tourney continues.

At this time, Belega, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was immersed in writing. He was holding a quill pen in his hand and writing rapidly without looking at what was happening inside the Lion Ring Racecourse.

"Dwarf calendar, XXXX year, X, month The scion Belegar-Ironhammer attended the ceremony as a guest, and considering the sincerity of his request, I agreed."

"To be honest, I think Brother Ryan is very rude. He didn't give the dwarves a chance to participate in the game!"

"But Brother Ryan said that he cannot let dwarves participate. Once a powerful dwarf participates, it will easily make the game lose suspense. We must give others a little space to show themselves."

"Brother Ryan is so right, that's right! Dwarves are too powerful. We should give other races a chance. Brother Ryan really understands dwarves."

Belegar wrote for a while and felt something was wrong. He thought for a while and added: "But no one understands dwarves better than me."

After finishing this sentence, Belega nodded with satisfaction. He touched his white beard and closed the heavy book. The booster seat made him feel a little uncomfortable. Belega raised his head and found the Lion Ring Racecourse. The situation inside has changed. Amid the cheers of the crowd, a Brittanian knight and a White Wolf knight are preparing for the final competition.

"That is the champion of the last Knights Conference, Leofric Kalal. He is dueling with a white wolf knight of the empire!" The audience said one after another, and Belega also focused his attention on Kalal when he saw this. He recognized this knight on his body. The two sides had fought side by side in the battle to regain Mousilon, so they were barely acquaintances.

At this time, in the Lion Ring Racecourse, the young knight of the Kingdom, Leofric Kalal, was panting slightly. He was seizing the rest time and observing his next opponent.

It was a white wolf knight, wearing a snow-white wolf fur cape, a silver full-body plate armor, a thick beard and long brown hair, which made Leofric Kalal almost unable to identify him. Who - White Wolf knights basically look like this, with long hair and beards. Knight nobles with this appearance are found in the Midden Territory and the Nord Territory.

This was his 12th consecutive victory and 13th opponent.

But Leofric Kalal is different. In addition to the breastplate + chainmail + outer robe, this knight of the kingdom also has a lot of women's clothing and some incompetent clothes hanging on his body due to his twelve consecutive victories. Describing women's undergarments, his long sword is also tied with a pair of lace stockings.

This represents Leofric's glorious achievements and the favor he has received, as well as the tradition of Britannia.

Before the game begins, the participating knights in Britannia will go around the field and ask for "lady's favor" from noble ladies and noble ladies. If the noble ladies and noble ladies like the knight and are willing to cheer for him, they can They will throw part of their clothes from the stands to show their support. These gifts are believed to bring good luck to the knights. In fact, this is often the case, because this is a world with real gods, magic and faith. .

Although this will cause some untouchables (referring to serfs) to talk and respond with unkind words and looks, this glorious tradition has always been retained. In some cases, an unmarried knight is obliged to marry the given person. The unmarried lady who received his favor.

Leofric Carrard's wife, Helen, the legitimate daughter of Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, fell in love with him through this method at the last knights' meeting, and the two eventually got married.

Of course, this glorious tradition will also cause some of the most beautiful ladies to be "harassed" by a large number of knights. Occasionally, when a knight asks a lady for a gift, she no longer has the clothes to bless her, so many unmarried women Beautiful ladies would wear veils on their faces to avoid being entangled by the knights. For another example, the Lake Fairy sitting in the main stand shook her head and refused every knight's favor, which was so cold and inhumane.

But that’s lady! This is our lady! She is always so cold and cruel. Before getting the Holy Grail, the goddess left only arrogance and indifference to her followers. Only those knights who had proved their virtue through victory and sacrifice could get a quick glance from her.

After going through a circle in his mind, Leofric took a deep breath. The tiredness of his limbs and the numbness of his hands told him that his physical strength had reached its limit.

But the tourney will not stop because of fatigue. After a short rest, the duel resumed. With the help of their attendants, the knights of both sides mounted their horses and began to prepare to charge.

"Forward! For Ulric, for Middenheim!" The white wolf knight on the opposite side unleashed the unique barbarity and fury of the Midden leader. He waved his warhammer, carrying countless weapons on the galloping horse. The impact of the horse rushed towards Leofric!

"For the lady! For Britannia! For Winford!" Leofric also unleashed his fury. He raised the lance in his hand and faced each other along the track of the Lion Ring Racecourse. The knights faced each other and launched a charge amidst the lightning speed and the cheers of the audience!

"Bang!" the White Wolf Knight shouted, and the warhammer in his hand fell. Leofric's lance was smashed to pieces. Upon seeing this, the kingdom knight immediately fell backwards on his horse, and the strong warhammer brushed against his A flash of sparks flew from the shoulder armor, Leofric roared, and he was almost knocked off his horse.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live Ulric!"

"The power of the White Wolf God!"

The imperial VIP seats burst into cheers, and Karl-Franz himself stood up and applauded.

"In the first round, the winner is Bernard Strobl, Captain of the Eighth Company of the White Wolf Knights from the Midden Territory of the Empire!" Karad, the Grand Knight of the Holy Grail who is in charge of arbitration and serves as the referee, said loudly. The famous Holy Grail Knight in the old world looked a little unhappy, but he still gave a fair verdict and ruled that the White Wolf Knight won.

"Second round, get ready!"

"Huh~huh~" Leofric Kalal gasped for air. He threw away the broken lance, gritted his teeth, and drew out his mithril knight sword blessed by the prophet of the Lake God.

You only get one chance!

With the battle cry for the lady and for Ulric, the knights from both sides charged face to face again. The mixed elf war horse under Leofric also adjusted its movements to the best. It walked like flying, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the kingdom The figure of the knight turned into a blur of lightning, rolling directly towards the white wolf knight Bernard!

The White Wolf Knight can feel that the opponent's war horse is faster than his own. The Midden leader's war horse really cannot compare with the Britannia war horse in terms of ability, but it doesn't matter, the war horse is not good enough, we still have strength and faith!

Turning the warhammer up and down in his hand, holding the hammer handle tightly with his palm, Bernard planned to give Leofric a fatal blow. His warhammer was already aimed at Leofric's shoulder armor and kicked hard. Spurs, the White Wolf Knight approaches with his war hammer. This blow will end this kingdom knight!

The next second, the knight's sword held high in Leofric's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light! This light was so bright that the white wolf knight who was concentrating was dizzy and his eyes felt stinging. He had to squint his eyes. At this second, Leofric The sword struck down hard, and the sword hit the white wolf knight's temple head-on. The white wolf knight let out a cry of pain, fell off his horse, and fell into the dust, making no more noise.

"One, two, three...ten! The outcome has been decided, and the winner is Mr. Leofric Kalal, a kingdom knight from the Principality of Winford! Let us cheer for him!" Kalard checked and confirmed After the White Wolf Knight lost his fighting power, he immediately announced the outcome of the game.

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"Long live the lady!"

"Britannia is the strongest!"

"Glory to the lady, victory to Brittany!"

The whole stand was filled with the cheers of the Brittanians. The deafening shouts almost overturned the roofs of many stands. The flags were shaking violently. The serfs kept shouting Leofric's name, almost to pieces. palm.

"Leofric! Leofric! Leofric!" This is Leofric's thirteenth consecutive victory. Duke Hubbard, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was a little proud when he saw this. He touched his goatee on the ground, and his daughter, Leofric's wife Helen, stood up and applauded her husband.

The winner can get all the weapons, equipment and horses of the loser - but the rules also allow the other party to pay a ransom to redeem their things. Leofric's squire immediately took it from the black-faced White Wolf Knight squire. He took a bag full of gold marks and put it on a cart filled with various gold and silver treasures and trophies.

The Lake Fairy also nodded slightly, affirming Leofric's performance. The goddess's attitude made the tens of thousands of spectators in the entire venue almost crazy!

Glory, courage, faith, virtue, this is Britannia, this is the Kingdom of Knights!

At this time, there were very few participating knights left on the entire Lion Ring racecourse. When Leofric came out again after about twenty minutes of rest to size up his next opponent, he was slightly startled.

Marius Leitdorf, the Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Iverland, nicknamed the "Mad Count", rode on his mount and nodded arrogantly towards him. He held two swords, one The Elector's holy sword, the Mother of Destruction, was an enchanted rune sword forged by his dwarf friend. Marius' face was cold and outrageous, but his tone was very polite: "You are an excellent knight."

"Thank you." Leofric knew that he had encountered a strong enemy. He took the lance from the attendant and prepared to face the enemy.

"Therefore, there is still some value in defeating you." Marius continued: "It is not a shame to fail in my hands."

"???!!!" Leofric suddenly felt that he was offended, and some kind of fire deep in his heart was ignited. He threw away the lance and drew out his long sword: "Very good ! Madam will be happy to see the Elector of the Empire defeated in front of me!"

Both sides mount their horses and start the game.

Marius was different from Leofric, who liked silence. The moment he mounted his horse, he shouted "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Karl Franz". As he charged, the Mad Count Suddenly he made a pig noise, and he waved his swords wildly, forming an airtight defense network. Leofric and his knight sword slashed continuously, and the storm and the waves caused by the sword blades were fierce. There were several sparks in the confrontation between the defensive nets, but they were helpless against Marius's power. At the moment of the confrontation, Marius dexterously used the Mother of Destruction to block Leofric's sword blade, and his other The rune sword in his hand made a fatal arc in an instant. The blow penetrated Leofric's breastplate and opened a wound of more than 20 centimeters in his chest.

At the end of the first round, Leofric could feel the burning pain in his chest, and the blood had stained his lining red.

The second round clashed again. This time, Leofric concentrated all his strength. He melted his will and strength together. He was almost crazy with excitement. The shining knight's sword and the elector's holy sword clashed repeatedly. The sparks that flew out were dizzying. Leofric waved the weapon vigorously, almost breaking the defense of the Elector's Holy Sword. Then he rushed forward and struck hard, and the blade of the Knight's Sword hit him. A dazzling light burst out from above again, and he wanted to knock off the elector of the empire with this blow!

But what is shocking is that Marius has already foreseen this moment. He has closed his eyes. The dazzling light not only did not flash to him, but guided him in the direction. The mad count burst out with pig noises again. Relying on the blurred light and shadow, he easily raised his sword to block Leofric's fierce attack. The Mother of Destruction followed the force and pierced the left arm of the Kingdom Knight. Leofric almost collapsed from this blow. Trying hard to hold on to his knight's sword, but his body had betrayed him, the knight of the kingdom reluctantly returned his sword to resist, stumbling on his horse trying to maintain his balance.

The mad Earl didn't give him any chance at all. He pulled up the reins, the horse raised its front hooves, and Marius kicked Leofric in the stomach: "Get down!"

"Well!" Leofric finally lost his balance. He fell off his horse, and many of the women's clothes hanging on him fell into the dust. Soon, he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss and was escorted by the attendants. Rescue and stop the bleeding.

But the bleeding couldn't be stopped, and the wounds caused by the Elector's Holy Sword couldn't stop bleeding and heal at all!

Marius took out a bottle of crystal potion from his arms and threw it on the ground: "Use this."

"Thank you!" Leofric's attendants quickly picked it up and carried the unconscious kingdom knight down for treatment.

At this time, Leofric's wife Helen was so frightened that she fainted on the spot. Duke Hubald's face turned red with anger. He immediately stood up and reached out to draw his sword. Several Dukes quickly stopped him: " Hubbard! This is a game! Calm down!"

"Damn Imperial! Madam, curse you!" Duke Hubbard had blue veins on his face and could only sit down.

In the main stand, Ryan shook his head slightly: "Leofric is very brave, but he still cannot be Marius's opponent."

"His courage is admirable." The Lake Fairy said lightly: "Very good, Morgiana. Remember to give him a new plate armor from my warehouse later. His armor is no longer worthy of it." It’s on his level.”

"Yes." Morgiana nodded to express her understanding.

After Leofric's failure, there are now only three people left on the playing field, namely Elector Marius, Duke Bodrick and the woodland lord Estes from the wood elves. They have defeated all The three opponents now raised their heads and looked towards the main stand, waiting for the arrangement of the fairy in the lake.

But the goddess didn't say anything. On the contrary, Ryan stood up and the King of Knights walked to the stage: "Raise the duel stage!"

"Invite the three final contestants to enter the duel stage! For the final final!"

"You will decide the outcome on the duel stage."

"The one who remains on the duel stage at the end is the champion of this Royal Tournament!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!" A roar like a tsunami came from the entire venue. Human beings were in a state of madness and excitement, preparing to witness the birth of the champion.

Duke Bordero, the divinely chosen champion of Poseidon Mannann, the old Duke Bordrick, who was over ninety years old, took the towel from the attendant and gently wiped his face covered with blood and stains. Looking up, it was almost dusk, but under the divine power of the goddess and the magic lamp, the venue was still extremely bright.

Even brighter is the Holy Grail placed in front of the main stand. The holy golden cup is inlaid with countless gems and exudes extremely attractive light. It is there, waiting for the winner to share the supreme glory.

Holy Grail! My holy grail!

The old Duke's hand tightened on the Poseidon Trident.

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