Chapter 237 A tense duel
The battle between Conchi and Witte was quite successful as the start of the day's competition.
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 on people.
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.
Due to working in a riverside workshop all year round, Poirot's diet was not regular, so he became more and more handsome. The two beards around his lips were glossy and smooth. Even after washing and changing into regular clothes, he still couldn't shake off the factory clothes. The scent of flowers.
His wife was by his side, holding his arms with both hands, very intimate.
Two years ago, she would never have done this.
So although it was a little 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 detail 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 even rake it; a certain person pretended to drink too much in the middle of the night , knocked on Poirot’s door in the middle of the night.
But there were not many complaints in the words, they were all proud, 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. Watch the game from a distance.
Following her husband as she walked inside, she suddenly screamed and leaned into Poirot's ear and said: "Who is that lady? Why is she dressed like a queen?"
" "Keep it down." Poirot quickly lowered his voice: "That's Mrs. Denise?" "Why did she become so beautiful?" She raised it 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.
The skin is moist and snow-white, and looks like solidified lard under the sunlight; the black hair is tied into a bun, with a white gauze round hat on the head, and the hat is studded with little pieces of jewelry, which is extremely noble. .
She has a confident look in her eyes, a smile on her plump lips. She is wearing a simple long dress, her shoulders are tightly tightened, the neckline is also high, and she has a deep breast the size of a pigeon egg on her chest. Green gems sparkle.
All pride was gone. Mrs. Poirot followed her husband to salute Denise, and she felt a little gloomy after sitting down.
"Am I getting old?"
"Don't talk about you, I am an old man."
"Then...you don't want to find someone younger?"
< br>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 Acreland, 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, the wife of Lord Holo’s husband, Mrs. Femin said: "That's why Mrs. Denise was able to marry into the Griffith family - it was precisely because of her ambition that she was not inferior to the gentlemen that she injected vitality into the Griffith family."
Whether it was true or not, this sentence was quite useful 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..."
"You mean this?" Denise held up the gem with a smile on her face and a hint of showoff 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 noble women are well-informed, they have never seen such a beautiful treasure. The exquisite and moving design, rich and vivid green color, as if they really hold a forest in their hands. of.
Everyone froze in place.
“It’s so...beautiful!” Mrs. Jon admired, then suddenly turned her eyes and said: “Is this jewelry not given by someone from Meng En City? And it must be carefully selected, otherwise It will never fit your temperament so well.”
Denise's face turned red, but she didn't answer.
This sentence immediately aroused the gossip among the surrounding women. Mrs. Feimin whispered: "No wonder Mrs. Denise has been refusing to come back to Meng En City. I don't know which nobleman can To 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 aristocratic knight showdown!”
"Let us invite Mr. Weston of the Griffith family to face off against -"
"The first-order earth knight from the Gravel Territory, MGM!"
Dan Nisi'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 opened, and Vesdon 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 on it; the shoulder armor looks exaggeratedly like two triangular shields inlaid on it. Above, the lance in his hand was coated with a layer of silver, sparkling 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.
According to the etiquette of knights dueling, he rode to the edge of the field, and Denise tied her own ribbon on the tip of his lance: "Be careful."
Wes Dong 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: "Mrs. Denise, don't worry, Master Vesdon will definitely win with his talent."
This does not make Denise feel relieved. Although 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.
She is not the only one who is nervous at this moment, but also Engla who is hosting.
Since Vesdon was the only applicant who was not extraordinary, he put a lot of effort into arranging this competition.
The opponent, MGM, was born in a farm family, and his equestrian skills are mediocre, and have only recently become extraordinary; while Master Vesdon has 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, he also received 100 gold coins from Vesdon before going on stage!
Everyone wants him to lose.
Oh my god, MGM Knight is an honest man, but now he is acting in front of so many people in public, which 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?
“The duel—begin!!!”
With Engla’s shout, Vesdon activated his claws and Huang Feidian began to accelerate, and the horse’s hooves trampled on the ground, raising 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 determined in one round.
The loser loses!
At this moment, both Denise and Engla held their breath, and at the moment when the two horses passed each other -
Nothing happened. There was a huge boo in the field.
Engla was confused.
Visidong was confused.
The most confused one is MGM.
He predicted the impact point of Vestron's lance and moved the shield. Unexpectedly, he missed this 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. Vesdon, you are so... stable!"
In the box, Raven burst into laughter.
It must also 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 adjusted their postures 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. 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, but nothing happened again.
Denise grew increasingly embarrassed.
Mrs. Fei Min said: "This should be Master Weston...well, I don't want the other party to lose too quickly. He is so kind!"
Leaven laughed so hard that his stomach started to hurt. .
What is this!
“What a wonderful battle!” Engla shamelessly boasted: “The MGM Knights are experienced and attach their fighting spirit to their shields. Vesdon keenly observed it, so he deliberately avoided it and hid. Past the trap of MGM Knight!”
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!
Mounting the war horse, Vesdon got rid of distracting thoughts this time and had only one idea in his mind.
Win, win, win! ! !
The two sides are getting closer and closer. With extreme concentration, Vesdon can even see his own reflection on the opponent's armor.
He set up the lance in his right hand, aimed it squarely at the center of the MGM shield, and just as he was about to approach, he suddenly held it out!
Bang——
The huge impact caused the wooden lance to explode with layers of silver shavings, and MGM fell off its horse, splashing large amounts of smoke and dust.
Vesdon raised his lance high and almost shed tears.
Finally won! ! !
Engla also breathed a sigh of relief.
If he doesn’t hit the mark this time, he doesn’t know how he will succeed.
Denise's expression relaxed. She didn't care whether she won or lost the game, as long as Vesdon was not injured.
Mrs. Fei Min next to her looked relieved - if Vesdon hadn't hit the mark yet, she wouldn't have known how.
The most relaxed person was MGM. He was lying on the ground, as tired as if he had just harvested a crop of wheat.
Fake matches are too difficult!
But with this experience now, I will definitely be able to cheat next time!
Such a "twisting and twists" game has passed and brought a lot of joy to everyone, but it did not attract too many people's attention because the focus of today is still on the upcoming fifth game.
This competition is coming soon.
“Next, the third-level life knight Akori, who comes from the royal capital of Minnegal City, is a contemporary baron of the Gashiya family and a bodyguard of Marquis Anthony, will face off——”
"From Moonlight Collar, Seaside County. , the famous mercenary of Nord Province, the guard of Viscount Laluen, the second-level bloodthirsty warrior Muga!"
The exciting music sounded, and the fence in front of him slowly rose. Otta Garcia slowly walked into the field.
As soon as I entered the venue, there was overwhelming screaming!
Because not only does he come from the royal capital, but he is also exceptionally handsome in appearance.
He looks to be only about 25 years old, 1.8 meters tall, not overly strong, and the tailor-made second-level enchanted armor perfectly outlines his inverted triangle figure.
The silver armor is engraved with golden patterns, and the enchanted lines beneath the patterns pulse with luster.
He didn't even wear a helmet, his long blond hair was disheveled, his green eyes were emitting radio waves all the time, and his facial lines even looked a little feminine.
But his weapon looks very fierce and is not a common type. It is nearly 2 meters long, bladed on one side, thick and long.
The reason why it is not called a knife is because its blade is not straight, but has a jagged, or wave-like shape.
Akory smiled, holding a weapon in one hand and blowing kisses with the other hand. He looked like a standard playboy.
His opponent Muga had a serious face and was wearing a set of enchanted armor with a very mercenary style - the so-called mercenary style means that it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, just be practical.
So Muga's helmet is black, the shoulder armor is silver, the breastplate and leg armor are yellow, and a pair of combat boots are black.
He holds a sword in one hand, a shield in the other, and three short axes stuck in his belt.
In terms of appearance, he couldn't compare to Akori, but a hideous scar running from the right corner of his eye to the left corner of his mouth gave him a bit of evil energy. At first glance, he looked like he had rolled out of a pile of dead people.
According to the rules, the two walked to the center of the field. Muga raised his weapon, but Akori remained motionless.
"What do you mean?" Muga asked in a deep voice.
Akore shook his head and said: "You are not worthy of being my opponent."
"You!" Muga raised his eyebrows and nodded fiercely: "Okay, very good!"< br>
"Originally, because you are a noble of the royal capital, I wanted to save you some dignity. Since you are so arrogant, I will let you know that a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse like you is not as good as someone with blood like mine. What a difference there is between the warriors who were killed in the sea!”
Seeing that the two of them were reluctant to do so! Colliding the weapons, Engla said: "Wow, it seems that there is something wrong with this link. Baron Acre doesn't seem to understand our etiquette..."
It was originally to smooth things over, but it didn't happen. After he finished speaking, Akori suddenly raised his weapon and pointed it at Engla.
Even though there was some distance, Engla still felt like something was stuck in his throat and swallowed his saliva: "It seems that the Akori Knight has something to say. Let us calm down for a while."
The venue was noisy. The sound really died down.
Acre cleared his throat and said loudly: "I, Acre Horta Garthia, was entrusted by Marquis Anthony to participate in this competition."
"I am a noble, my The opponent should at least be a knight, not such a vulgar and inferior mercenary!"
At this point, he raised his hands. The strange weapon was aimed at Muga: "But out of respect for Marquis Anthony and Baron Raven, I can give you a chance to prove yourself."
"I will not use fighting spirit in this battle. , let alone use combat skills, as long as you can hit me, you will win!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar!
Some people disdained his arrogance, while others were shocked by his confidence.
The third level has a huge advantage over the second level, but if you don't use fighting spirit and combat skills, it's a bit too look down on.
You must know that the biggest difference between third-level knights and second-level knights is the use of fighting spirit.
Muga's facial features were twisted together with anger: "Okay, then you have to be prepared. If your face is ugly, you won't be able to sell it for money!"
English Guerra was very happy in his heart. The inflammatory words of Akori were more effective than ten thousand words he could say: "Since the Knight of Akori said so, let us witness this battle!"
"Duel - begin!!!"
Muga pursed his lips slightly, took off the short ax from his back, wrapped it in thick bloody fighting energy, and threw it at Akori.
Afterwards, he shouted loudly, his whole body was wrapped in an invisible layer of blood-colored armor, his legs swung open, and he rushed forward as if he was walking in water!
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(End of this chapter)