Outside Mingxing City, there is a horse racing arena.
Although the Weisbach family did not publicize it widely, a large number of knights, nobles and citizens heard the news and spontaneously came to the competition to watch.
In this era, most people will never leave their principality in their entire lives, so everyone is very curious about the Wolf envoy from Burgundy.
The knights carefully observed each other's stature and weapons, thereby assessing their possible strength and fighting style; the nobles commented on the envoys' clothing, guessing their family tree and bloodline.
More ordinary citizens were talking to each other:
"Hey, that's the Lang family's envoy? Doesn't he look any different from us?"
"What kind of guy do you think he is?"
"I thought they were all hairy like werewolves, otherwise why are they called the Wolf family?"
In the top-level audience seats, the Duke of Bavaria sat in the main seat in the center, and Heinrich's seat was parallel to his - since he was representing the Wolf family on this trip, he could sit in this position.
The rest of the people sat in the stands on both sides. Eleanor looked down, then at her father's expressionless face, feeling a little uneasy.
Last night, she told her father all the analysis and plans of Hera and Medea. After listening to her, her father did not answer, but just fell into deep thought.
"I would like to see your companions after tomorrow's battle," the Duke said finally.
This immediately made Eleanor feel a little subtly panicked. She didn't know whether her father had some suspicion or misunderstanding, which led to a bad and negative impression of her companion, so that she was restless and sleep-deprived all night.
In the competition arena below, Sidlifa had already walked out with two axes in hand, and immediately won cheers from the audience.
Not because the audience knew her, but because she was fighting on behalf of the Weisbach family.
There was also a swordsman on the opposite side, but it was not the male swordsman she had fought last time. Instead, it was a sword and shield warrior with a large shield made entirely of iron, enough to protect two-thirds of his body.
Apparently, after the last test, the Wolfe envoys had changed to a more targeted type of occupation. However, the equipment looked quite ordinary, without any anti-human Vatican-style high-tech weapons.
There was no host or referee, and the two men attacked each other as soon as they came off the court. The opposing warrior raised his shield and charged!
Sidlifa stopped suddenly during the charge, and the Axe of the North Wind in her hand had already been thrown out, hitting the opponent's shield, and a layer of frost quickly covered the iron surface.
The warrior felt the handshake was extremely cold, and was shocked—this guy was actually a person with extraordinary abilities! And he was in the Frost Sequence that was most targeted at melee warriors!
The North Wind Axe bounced off the shield, turned at a strange angle, and quickly returned to Sidlifa's hands. The latter caught the axe skillfully, and suddenly felt a strange coldness in her palm that was almost paralyzed.
"Eh? Am I not a user of the 'Frost' sequence? How could I be frozen by the Axe of the North Wind?" Sidlifa wondered in her heart, and she only heard Medea's voice in her mind: