Gresham Gary hasn't appeared for a long time, and if this continues, many people will probably forget him. Among the newly promoted lords, Andrew Hall of Lighthouse and Diderit, who received the help of the elves, have become the topic figures, which is the focus of everyone's attention. Gresham, known as the "flag of the younger generation of the sect", has gradually been forgotten. How can this be done?
Therefore, the Marquis of Bourkemana specially approved that Gresham would take his fiancée Princela to attend the martial arts competition today, and he must first win the favor and let everyone see the style of the "Young Flag".
As a Paladin, Gresham's style is needless to say. The complete set of brand new lord main plate armor comes from the hands of the best craftsmen. The extremely strong protective performance makes it a fortress on the battlefield. The gorgeous and majestic shape allows his master to constantly enjoy the envious gaze and the shouts of love.
With his fiancée on his side, Gresham would definitely not respond to the slogans of "Love You and Love You". In fact, he paid more attention to the horse under his crotch. After becoming the lord, supporters from the sect gave him this horse blessed by the divine art of heaven. This white horse is majestic and majestic, extremely tall, carrying a full set of armor, and his movements are still full of elegant power. This horse is very compatible with his intentions, easy to command, and can share the battlefield magic he used. And most importantly, this horse makes him the highest in the team, and it feels great to see all living beings at a glance.
When he was tall enough, the sedan chair next to him seemed too short, and only one of his legs could be seen. Princera looked at it for a few times and found it boring, so she poked her eyes out of the window on the other side of the sedan. "Juita, let me backwards, don't block me."
She and Nara teach nun and maid Juita ride together on the sedan chair for the martial arts competition, and she is protected in the middle. However, neither the teaching nun nor the maid can stop her curiosity - she hasn't come out for a long time.
"Can you lift the curtain? It's blocking me from looking at it."
The nun shook his head: "The Marquis said, either the Lord Lord held your hand or the curtain blocked your face. There are too many idle people gathering in the city now, and you need to consider your safety."
It was this reason again. Princela pouted and pretended not to hear it. However, she did not reach out to lift the curtain, so there was no need to conflict with the unimportant person for this little thing. Besides, the red curtain was made of extremely fine silk, and it was very well-made and did not hinder her vision. It only dyed everything outside into a reddish color, causing her to not see her favorite colorful things, which was a bit disappointing.
The San Castle is particularly boring, and the inn is like a cage, staying inside and spending life like a year. Before being sent to get married, she can at least move freely in her own manor, asking girls of the same age to come and play, and talk about things outside together by sewing clothes and embroidering. She likes to listen and say, and she likes to talk about men to her particularly close besties. Since she was a child, she has been taught to learn three abilities: how to get along with men, manage the manor and raise children. The last two have not had the opportunity to practice, so what else can you say if you don’t say the first one?
There were many people outside the sedan chair, but they were separated by the guards. Their faces were blurred red, and there was nothing to see. Princela turned her eyes to the distance, looking at the plain valley at the foot of the mountain, looking at hundreds of tents on the banks of the river, and looking at the various flags flying. She noticed the bustling black and red crowd in the middle, and flames rose from time to time. Did the circus come with the fire-breathing clown? She was a little excited. She had only watched the circus once, which was secretly taken by Feige Hall with her. That time she would never forget.
When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, the guards separated the crowd and came to the competition. The noise of thousands of people together made her breathlessly, and her face might have turned a little red, otherwise the nun would not suddenly grab her arm. Her hands hurt and would not leave any traces. Princera suspected that she was not a nun at all, but a female killer who practiced martial arts. Otherwise, why would she do so hard? Fortunately, Gresham appeared in time, and as long as she put her hand in his arms, the nun would not dare to touch herself.
"Let's go to the viewing table, the view over there is good."
Princera really wanted her fiancé to take her around the crowd, see the clown, and buy some snacks and flowers. For this reason, she would happily give her a sweet and passionate kiss, rather than the simple touch that was usually full of ritual. She raised her long and curved eyelashes, but saw Gresham looking ahead. His focused expression was firm and strong, but she was not.
Well, there is no clown, it is also good to have a look at the competition, at least it is much better than drawing clothes, sewing clothes, looking at clothes, and trying clothes in the room. She also likes to look at shiny armor and tall war horses wearing gold and silver; she likes to listen to the loud shouts of the masses, and the loud noises of the flags in the wind... Of course, the most important ones are the knights.
"Where are the knights?" Princera only saw a square platform, blocking it with ropes around it, and several men in cheap scale armor were pretending to prepare weapons. The loud shouting was not sent by the audience in this venue, it must be outside, and there were a hundred times more people there than here! "I thought it was going to be a charge between the knights!"
"No, here is a selection of knights, not a confrontation of knights." Gresham finally heard her voice, and then explained gently: "Lords take this opportunity to see if there are any talents who can become knights, and then take them under their command. Don't worry, the game will still be very exciting. Guess why?"
"Why? I don't know, can you tell me?"
"Because some elves fighters join the game, and some real knights are going to teach them a lesson. You can guess, among the people below, will the hidden knight?"
"Ah, is it a game? I like it." Princera was happy. She closed her brown-red hair back, sat up straight, squinted her eyes and began to observe the people in the venue. Gresham liked to look at her, whether it was her green skirt, golden neckline, fair skin or naughty freckles on her face, they all looked like a perfect scroll.
"That person should be! Oh, no, maybe not. His armor was rusted in some parts, and the Knight would not allow that. That person, Gresham, look at that? He was tall and strong, and he waved his sword like wielding a twig. Unfortunately, his head was bald, and he shouldn't be a knight."
"What does it have to do with no hair and the Knight?" Gresham asked with a smile.
"All the knights I've seen have hair. You think, if you can't even protect your hair, how can you protect your estate and territory?"
"This is true, I will pay attention to this." Gresham smiled happily, his golden hair trembling.
Human knights will not decide the outcome because of the amount of hair, but the elves have this possibility. Their hair is very long and can droop to the position of their thighs. Such long hair is easily attacked, but the long hair also means that they all defeated their opponents, which is a manifestation of superb martial arts. Such elves are rare at once, but seven of them came at once. When they entered the field, Princera almost screamed.
"The first time I saw an elves, I only saw half of them before!" Princera leaned on Gresham's shoulder. The plate armor was cold and hard, but it gave people a very safe feeling. "Are the elves powerful? Can you beat them?"
"I need to fight before I can know the strength of the elves. But you have to know that there must be a reason why the elves want to return to the mainland, but they can only stay on the island."
"I don't understand very well, but I know you're better than them."
After looking at the elves for a while, Princera suddenly discovered a way to distinguish the disguised knights: those who always stare at the elves and look very firm and stern, most of them are knights. If you look closely, you can notice that they all have very good weapons. Although these people are not wearing gorgeous plate armor, the breastplate, scale armor and so on are also well-made and well-maintained - in other words: shiny.
She was about to share this discovery with her fiancé, but suddenly she found a strange back in the crowd. The man was alone in the corner, without armor, and used the square shield as a chair, throwing the nail hammer into the dust at his feet, only focusing on a book in his hand. He held the book in his right hand, and a chain wrapped around his wrist when he turned the page, and something seemed to be hanging on it.
"Gary, look at that person, still reading a book, so interesting. What is on his wrist? Can you see clearly?"
Gresham moved his eyes over and frowned vigorously. Isn’t that lazy and focused back just Feige Snowman Bingfeng? Reading books in the competition arena, what is this weird way to attract attention? If you don’t do the preparation activities, are you waiting to be beaten down?
"What do you think of that person? Are you a Knight?"
Princera observed and thought. She felt that the back was very familiar, but she really couldn't remember it. Feiqi conducted a lot of physical training after entering the Ice Peak Fortress, and the body shape was very different from the past, so it was not easy to distinguish. Princera just felt that the hairstyle and the outline of the side face seemed familiar.
The two people in the venue had some reason to have an argument, suddenly fell and beat each other, raising a lot of dust. The dust was blown by the wind, covering Feiqi's entire body. He sighed, blew away the dust on the pages, and then shook his head and threw the dust on his hair out.
"He's so stupid. My big dog, Danny, just shook that way after taking a shower." Princera covered her mouth and smiled, then diverted her attention and pointed to the other end of the venue for Gresham to see. It was more likely that the horses in bright clothes would attract her attention, and it was never sand and dust.
If she continued to watch, she would be even more surprised. Fitch, who was covered in dust, suddenly picked up a piece of soil from the ground, put it under his nose, sniffed it, sticking out his tongue to lick it, and then muttered something to it. This crazy-like behavior attracted a lot of shocking and doubtful gazes, even if the priest's symbol on his wrist was shining, it could not dispel everyone's concern. They either whispered or sympathized with the madman. Only a few elves suddenly became alert and sniffed the surroundings with their noses, feeling that something was wrong.
"This land is really good. After being influenced by the divine atmosphere around the Holy Three Castle for so many years, it has become easy to be affected by spells. Oh, isn't it a bit too naughty to use that move to deal with them?"
Feiqi shook his head, sat down in a corner that would not be affected by dust, and continued to read the book in his hand. His magic book has entered a new chapter: "Controllable Current and Magnetic Field Wartime Application".
This chapter has not been completed yet, and Feiqi is still deriving. He pinched his fingers and muttered, and finally Princera noticed it again.
Chapter completed!