Kant swallowed slightly: "A knight group led by 10 great knights."
"It's such a pity." His tone still seemed slightly lost, but he raised his head and smiled and said, "Although I don't know about the Silver Knights, I still have the help of other people." After a pause, Kant's tone was still firm, and he said pointedly: "I think they are no less than the Silver Knights."
Baron Dylan swept across the corner of the viewing platform on the city wall.
10 Sarande riders were standing there smiling and talking.
It has its own system, vaguely forming a circle that excludes outsiders. Even if landlords and businessmen bring their children to try their luck, they are declined after a few chats.
It didn't take long for all the businessmen to know that these seemingly gentle, but actually cold riders were not so easy to approach.
Baron Dylan knew it.
Substituting the power that Kant said, and these 10 Salander riders who had obviously been trained by knights, into the power left by Princess Sophia, he smiled slightly, with deep fear in his eyes, and at the same time a few Very fanatical.
If he can return to the hidden forces.
and replace it.
There may be a place for him in the entire Lion Principality!
It is precisely because Baron Dylan was born among the forces brought by Princess Sofia that he knew that Princess Sofia, who has assembled a small half of the Silver Plate Kingdom's forces and actually wants to overthrow the Lion Principality and control the political situation of the Lion Principality, is completely complete. Whole, true, and capable of changing the status quo in this country!
In other words, it has the power to overthrow the country!
After understanding this situation, Baron Dylan became even more enthusiastic about Kant.
But he couldn't hide the greed deep in his eyes.
Kant was like an ignorant idiot, yelling at Uncle Dylan one after another, kindly and sincerely, as if he really regarded the baron as the only object he could rely on at present.
But there was an almost imperceptible sarcasm in the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Two generations of human beings.
Kant was no stupid fool.
While the two were still talking, the competition below finally started.
The chubby butler walked over quickly, holding a parchment scroll in his hand, on which was written densely with a quill pen, handed it to Baron Dylan, and reported: "My lord, everything is ready, starting from the gentlemen's family. The children will do it first, and it can be regarded as a competitive viewing session for everyone to mention."
"Just look at the arrangement," Baron Dylan waved his hand, not taking the parchment.
Instead, looking at this chubby butler who has followed him for many years, he also told him solemnly: "Don't embarrass me, this is a competition held to welcome the arrival of Xiao Kande, I will be angry if I make a mistake."
"Absolutely not!" Cold sweat immediately dripped down the butler's fat face.
"Hmph, that's good." Baron Dylan's face softened a little.
With arrangement.
Many children of merchants and landowners on the viewing platform left quickly, walked down the stairs down the city wall, changed into weapons and equipment for competition, walked side by side to the square, and saluted Baron Dylan respectfully.
And Baron Dylan waved slightly, indicating that the competition would start first.
The crowd below immediately cheered.
These competitors wearing leather armor and holding wooden spears, wooden shields, and wooden swords quickly formed a group. As many people moved around, it could be seen that there were 20 people in two teams fighting each other. Simulates an attack in terms of military formations.
For a while, everyone was coming and going, and it seemed quite lively.
And the civilians below also let out loud cheers, which quickly ignited the atmosphere.
This athletic conference is one of their few grand banquets.
Baron Dylan also expressed satisfaction, turned his head to Kant with a smile, and praised: "These children are the sons of merchants and landlords. It seems that they will become experienced fighters in a few years. If someone is more enlightened and trained, Even becoming a knight servant is possible, I am very optimistic about them."
"I think they are very good." Kant also nodded in agreement.
"These are very good boys." Baron Dylan nodded proudly.
However, in Kant's eyes, the group of guys below were huddled together back and forth, and after a while, they dispersed to find their own opponents for single-player PK, which was not entertaining at all.
Not to mention the blockbuster movies in the previous life, they are far behind the competition in Lion Castle, they are not at the same level at all.
He turned his head and looked at the businessmen and landlords around him.
In addition to those vassal knights, they all watched with gusto.
Frowning slightly, Kant couldn't see that these young people had any fighting skills. It was completely chopping with wooden swords, poking each other with wooden spears, and occasionally hitting with a shield twice, as if they were children playing house.
But it didn't show on his face, he was still quite enthusiastic.
Soon, as a certain team was defeated, the competition temporarily came to an end.
The loser leaves.
The victor raised his head proudly and stood on the field to show his victory.
The civilians below erupted into cheers. Even on the viewing platform, many businessmen and landlords were chatting excitedly about what their children did just now. Of course, the families of those who were defeated suppressed their faces and deliberately did not bring up this topic. .
Defeat is not very acceptable.
Baron Dylan spoke at this moment.
Glancing over those merchants and landlords, he smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Reward each winner with a large silver coin."
"Thank you Baron Dylan for your kindness!"
Suddenly there was a smile on someone's face, and he saluted quickly.
Some people have bitter smiles on their faces.
Obviously, those who are happy are the families of the victors, and those who smile bitterly are the families of the defeated.
Baron Dylan still smiled at this, and continued: "In the name of Little Kant, give the defeated 50 small silver coins as a reward for their unyielding performance in the arena!"
"Thanks to the kind Baron Kant!"
Those businessmen and landlords with bitter faces immediately showed some joy, and bowed down to thank Baron Dylan and Kant directly. This kind of comfort is also not cheap, and they are quite satisfied. The most important thing is that It saves their face, so that they won't be too clean because of failure.
"Uncle Dylan, you are too generous." Kant also bowed his head in thanks.
After all, this is a small silver coin rewarded in his name.
Baron Dylan smiled contentedly, shook his head and said, "Don't care too much, Little Kant, as long as you are in my territory, it will be like your home, as long as you are happy."
Kant continued to bow his head in thanks.
Acting like a deeply moved young nobleman.
He has no scheming, let alone wrist, if he treats him a little better, he dares to confide in you.
The square below was buzzing with people.
Another 2 teams of competitors appeared, they were still young people, but they were replaced by newcomers, and they continued to fight in a mess. Kant was speechless, but he still had a smile on his face.
The winners of the last 2 teams will conduct PK again to determine the final winning team.
But Baron Dylan was very generous this time. At that time, he rewarded each person with 5 large silver coins, which could almost catch up with the income of these merchants and landlords for many months. The cheers became louder and louder.
The civilians below are extremely excited even if they are watching the excitement.
The competition has reached its climax.
At this time, the butler also came over and said with a smile: "Master Dylan, it's time for the knights to compete, and it must be very exciting."
This is the real climax.
The vassal knights with actual combat experience compete in competitions, which is more meaningful to watch.
"Okay." Baron Dylan said with a smile.
However, he also thought of something, turned his head and said to Kant: "My knights already know their level, why don't you let your guards help out together."
"My guards?" Kant was slightly taken aback.
"That's right." Baron Dylan said with a smile: "You brought 40 guards, and you can definitely draw 20 people to form a second team."
Kant lowered his head apologetically: "This is not very good."
"There's nothing wrong with that, as I said." Baron Dylan patted Kant's shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly: "Look at your guards, they are all strong and strong enough to serve as knight attendants. When playing, not fighting on the battlefield."
"Then... okay." Kant nodded.
"This tournament will be even more exciting." Baron Dylan smiled complacently.
With the order issued.
The 20 Sarande riders who were still waiting under the city wall were immediately transferred to the arena outside. They also changed into leather armor, wooden swords, wooden spears, and wooden shields, but it only depends on their strong appearance and walking momentum. Just know that it is not at all comparable to the children of the previous merchants and landlords.
The real elite fighters, even the civilians below can see it.
The cheers are louder.
At the same time, there were also vassal knights from the Stone Pass.
The 20 vassal knights also formed 2 teams, all gearing up, looking at the Salander riders, it seemed that they wanted to teach this group of outsiders a lesson, they all looked at the past provocatively, winking, trying to arouse the other party's reaction .
However, the Salander rider remained indifferent, unmoved at all.
This made the vassal knights a little angry.
To provoke the other party, but the other party ignores you at all, is like contempt.
One by one, they whispered to each other, whispering that they must give these guys a good look later.
"The first team of guards from Lord Kant will compete with the first team of cavalry from the Stone Pass!"
There are servants shouting the rules on the viewing platform of the city wall.
The voice is so loud that even the civilians below can hear it clearly: "It is not allowed to cause fatal injuries, and it is not allowed to cause injuries with serious sequelae. The competition is mainly about competitions, and it must not be regarded as fighting on the battlefield. I hope you can understand! "
"Understood." The 20 Salander riders answered calmly.
"Stop rambling, let's get started!"
But those knights were a little impatient, their identities were already nobler than these servants.
Therefore, the tone is not polite.
Seeing this situation, Baron Dylan frowned slightly.
However, he still chuckled and said to Kant: "Your guards are really good, just like well-trained knights. Compared with my vassals, there is really a big gap. They look like real noble knights and a group of wandering knights."
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