Central China.
Two days passed quickly.
That afternoon, the convoy that set out from Emerald Castle had arrived at its destination.
Zhulian Fort.
This is a fortress that uses vermilion as the main color from its architecture to its walls. If you look down at the fortress from the sky, it looks like a blooming red lotus.
The fortress has several urban areas, each of which is a 'petal', surrounding the central urban area which is the 'bud'.
After entering the fortress, Tianyang discovered that the buildings in this city were tall and magnificent, with red walls and yellow tiles, and the roofs were shaped like hillsides, which was extremely majestic.
Today, Mo Ya, the young master of the Golden Warhammer, was riding in the same car with Tian Yang. He introduced Zhu Lianbao enthusiastically, saying, "The architecture of Zhu Lianbao was designed to imitate the style of a building in the Reverse Realm. It has a symmetrical layout and is quite famous in the Central Continent."
"Although they don't have their own Claf Gate, the Cardinal Court of the Church of War in the Central Continent is located in this fortress, so the economy here is also very developed. Many merchants come here every year, and many of them are believers of the Lord of War who come here to make pilgrimages."
"By the way, the duel will be held tomorrow, in the Zhutian Arena. I have already booked a hotel next to the arena. There is a high-altitude viewing platform in the hotel. We don't even have to go to the arena to watch the entire duel."
Tianyang nodded slightly and was surprised at the same time. He did not expect that this duel would cause such a sensation. It seemed that this should be related to the War Church's hype. In other words, the War Church never thought that they would lose, otherwise they would not be so ostentatious.
A moment later, they arrived at the hotel that Mo Ya had booked. The 'Sea of Flowers' hotel could be said to be the largest and most luxurious hotel in the fortress. Its gate alone was almost as big as the city gate of the fortress.
The gate was bustling with people coming and going, as if because of tomorrow's duel, two out of every three sentences spoken by people coming in and out involved the word "duel", and their expressions were filled with excitement.
When they arrived at the lobby, the staff from "Golden War Hammer" went to handle the formalities. Mo Ya stayed with Tian Yang and talked about tomorrow's arrangements. It seemed that he had already planned it all, which saved Tian Yang a lot of effort.
While waiting to check in, Tianyang noticed that Qianhong looked around from time to time, as if there was an invisible person standing next to her.
Tianyang quietly bumped into Xun next to him and asked quietly, "Has Qianhong been acting a little strange these days?"
Xun looked at him curiously: "Why do you ask that?"
Tian Yang shrugged his shoulders: "I always feel that she is absent-minded and always seems tired every day. You don't live with her, does she sleep well at night?"
Xun said unhappily, "If you want to know, why don't you come over at night? Then everything will be clear."
Tianyang laughed awkwardly. Ever since he awakened his meteorology, he would take time out every night to perfect and experience his own meteorology in the cracks. When he came back, it was almost dawn, so he did not live in the same room with Xun and the others, so as not to disturb their rest.
Now that Xun had said that, Tianyang could only shut up. Feeling guilty, he decided not to respond.
Just then, a quarrel was heard at the reception desk, and then someone was pushed to the ground. Tianyang took a look and found that it was the person next to Mo Ya.
Mo Ya also noticed this, and stood up suddenly, smiled at Tian Yang and said, "Sir, you take a rest, I'll be back soon."
The tall young man winked at Qiu Ding, and the old man understood, nodded, and accompanied the young master to the reception desk.
At the reception desk, a young man from the Golden Hammer stood up and pointed at the dozens of elegantly dressed and defiant men and women in front of him and said, "Are you being unreasonable? This is the room we booked in advance. Why should we give it to you?"
A young man who looked to be in his early twenties, white and plump, came out and sneered, "I asked you to give up the room because I think highly of you. In Zhulian Castle, everyone has to give Young Master Jiang Zhao some face, let alone guys like you who are strangers."
"What a joke. We have booked a room. Even if the mayor of Zhulian Fort comes, he has no right to ask us to give it up, no matter what you call a young master. If you want to book the top floor, why don't you book it from the beginning? Why don't you wait until now to show off your money? I think your young master Jiang is nothing more than that."
The mercenary group has traveled far and wide, and has seen all kinds of storms and met all kinds of people. When it comes to swearing and bullying, these people are experts at it. Even this young man who has just joined the group has the ability to speak well.
The fat young man obviously wanted to stand up for Young Master Jiang so as to leave a good impression on others. However, not only did he not get any benefit, but he was also rebuked by others and made Young Master Jiang lose face.
He immediately felt that many people behind him were laughing with glee, and he felt like a clown. Born in a noble family, he could not stand such humiliation. He cursed and shouted to the two guards beside him: "Throw this kid out!"
The two guards were about to step forward when someone shouted, "Stop!"
When everyone looked, they saw a tall young man and a white-haired old man walking towards them.
"Master."
Mo Ya nodded to his people, indicating that he would handle it, and then looked at the young men and women: "Everyone, I am Mo Ya from the 'Golden Warhammer' Corps. Please give me some face. Let's just leave it at that. I will treat you all to a meal later. Do you think this is okay?"
He said this very politely, without mentioning at all the loss suffered by his own people, which showed his magnanimity.
The name of the 'Golden War Hammer' Corps was brought up again. As a well-known mercenary group in Central China, the name 'Golden War Hammer' still has a certain weight.
Normally, everyone would give some face.
Finally, Mo Ya treated these young people to a meal to express his goodwill.
But what surprised Shao Moya was that after hearing this, the fat young man hesitated and looked at the person behind him. He was also a young man, tall and thin, handsome, but with cold eyes and a bit of arrogance in his brows.
Obviously, this person is the backbone of these young people.
Seeing his friend looking at him and asking for instructions, he sneered, "Your last name is also Mo, so who are you to Mo Qing?"
Mo Ya was dissatisfied. Mo Qing was his father. How could he be nice to a guy who looked younger than himself and called him his father by his name
Immediately, Mo Ya also frowned and said, "Mo Qing is my father."
The young man named Jiang Zhao sneered: "So you are the young master of the Corps. However, even if your father is in front of me, he dare not tell me that this matter is over. Who do you think you are?"
"What did you say!"
"Say it to me again!"
The soldiers pointed at Jiang Zhao and shouted. Mo Ya was quite restrained and raised his hand and said, "Oh, I wonder who Mr. Jiang Zhao is?"
The fat young man jumped out and sneered, "Listen carefully, our Young Master Jiang's father is Jiang Changge, a Holy Silver Knight of the Central Continental Cardinal Academy, and a big shot who will teach that Western Continent bumpkin a lesson tomorrow."
"Do you think your 'Golden Hammer' can be compared with our Young Master Jiang's father?"
"Now you know why I asked you to give up your room. I think highly of you."
Mo Ya's face changed when he heard this, he had never thought that Jiang Zhao's father would actually be a Holy Silver Knight of the church, a Heavenly Rank, and the one who would accept the challenge tomorrow.
Although the fat young man had a bad attitude and a contemptuous tone, he was right. A mere "Golden Warhammer" legion could not be compared with a Holy Silver Knight.
At this time, the young man named Jiang Zhao said lightly: "The top floor of the Sea of Flowers has the best view. I want to invite my friends to watch the game on the top floor tomorrow. You can give up your room."
"If you insist on fighting me, don't worry, I won't do anything to you. But from today on, if your 'Golden Hammer' can receive another commission, I will take your surname Mo."
Mo Ya's face changed again. He had no doubt that the other party had the ability, but if he gave in and gave up the room, he felt he would not be able to face the young city lord.
Just when he was in a dilemma, a familiar voice came: "But having a father who is a Holy Silver Knight makes you so arrogant and overbearing. If one day you become a Holy Silver Knight, why don't you go to the Westland Central Court and pull down the Pope to take over as the Holy Silver Knight?"
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Zhao didn't expect that even after he revealed his identity, someone still dared to contradict him. The young man immediately turned his head and saw a silver-haired young man walking towards him with a smile.
Jiang Zhao laughed in anger: "It seems that I am usually too low-key. I have to walk around the city more often in the future, so that no dog dares to jump over and bite me."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred and a red cloud floated over. It was Chi Ying.
Snapped!
Chi Ying slapped Jiang Zhao, causing him to fly out and knock down a group of his companions.
The fat young man's eyes widened. How could he believe that someone dared to slap Jiang Zhao in the fortress and slap the son of a Holy Silver Knight in public!
Jiang Zhao himself couldn't believe it. He was slapped so hard that he saw stars and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He suddenly felt bitter in his mouth and reached out to wipe his palm, only to see it was covered in blood.
He looked at Tianyang and screamed, "How dare you let someone beat me!"
Tian Yang disagreed and said slowly: "Who are you? Why do you think I dare not hit you?"
"This is just for your father's sake. If it were someone else, and you dared to speak rudely to me, your head would have been twisted off long ago."
Jiang Zhao's chest was heaving with anger. He pointed at Tian Yang and was about to say something when he saw Tian Yang take something out of his pocket and pin it to his chest. It was a silver badge with a long sword and a church pattern on it.
Jiang Zhao's pupils shrank slightly. He recognized this badge. It was the one his father always wore on his chest. It was the symbol of the Holy Silver Knight!
He suddenly realized that Tianyang was also a Holy Silver Knight!