Zhan's eyes sharpened, while Thales swallowed.

The Lord of Emerald City took a deep breath, smiled and nodded to the vassals in the stands opposite - Count Lasia and his eldest son of the Zeland - and made a voice that only the three of them could hear:

"Ignorance! Whose reputation do you think will be ruined by your dissolute and undisciplined behavior?"

"Of course it's yours, and Iris's, and maybe my father's grandfather's great-grandfather's ancestors...what else?"

Zhan En's expression changed.

"You think you can kidnap the family's reputation to force me to submit?"

"Oh, you can't imagine this."

Not good.

"I swear, Zhan, I really don't know about dancing or anything like that," Thales interrupted them in a low voice, facing the Duke's murderous gaze, to cool down the quarrel between the two brothers and sisters, "But in my experience, in public,

"Well, maybe she really doesn't care and can really do it."

"What's your experience?"

Zhan's expression worsened, and his eyes circled around Thales, like a vulture sizing up its prey on the ground.

Sitting on the other side, Hilley raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Thales had no choice but to smile and shut up for the time being.

"...And we would also like to thank the generous Fragrance Chamber of Commerce for funding the main construction work of the arena for this election!"

The host, who was on a mission, shouted as hard as he could, urging the election to continue:

"As well as the Mbuto Business Group, their sponsorship of banquet fireworks and food made this election more colorful! Don't forget the Gedez Blacksmith Workshop, which provided many contestants with protective gear.

By the way, they are also one of the weapons suppliers of the Emerald Legion, and their quality is guaranteed! Thanks to Zeka Printing House, we can know the results of the election even if we are not at the venue, because they are responsible for copying and printing the leaflets and documents!

Sangare Farm is responsible for providing fodder and professional maintenance for the horses in this election, and the Emerald City Leather Guild has carefully inspected the saddle protective gear of all participants. Good horses with good saddles, and knights will win! A good harvest.

The casino has issued trustworthy handicap and odds indicators for this election. They are also the only officially licensed betting casino. They have dedicated betting points both inside and outside the venue. We remind everyone that small gambling is pleasant and rational.

Betting, and private gambling without official permission is illegal, and the Police Department will not tolerate it! There is also the Sanches Carpentry Workshop, they will spare no effort to maintain various installations during the election, including the large-scale fences they are best at making

Grandstand! The Medic Theater Company will write a timeless stage script for the winner of this election, which will be performed in major theaters in the Goddess District in the near future! The Tanganga Sea Wolf Ocean Shipping Company is professional and transports it to us from the sea.

Select all the ocean-going goods needed for the conference, and they will provide all the top eight winners and the finalists of the team battle with free homecoming tickets and discounted commuter coupons for a full five years! Of course, don’t forget the Emerald Legion and the new

In the Suburban Police Department, they have joined forces, sacrificed themselves for others, and contributed a lot to the orderly conduct of the election. They deserve our respect, and among the contestants are the two warriors they selected!"

Damn it.

While listening to the names of these business groups' workshops, Thales figured it out: Holding this Emerald Festival, Zhan Zhan didn't spend much of the Emerald City's financial funds, and could he still make money back in the end?

Following the host's introduction, the two contestants participating in the first round of one-on-one duel appeared fully armed on both sides of the arena. They raised their weapons in the most heroic manner and accepted the cheers and applause from various stands (and the field

side bet).

Jenn stood up and raised his hands to greet the contestants, who also saluted the three dignitaries as they passed by the main stand.

"Okay, dear sister, now everyone is in the spotlight. If you want to dance or take off your clothes, please feel free to do it yourself." Zhan En regained his composure and was not intimidated by his sister at all. "If you dance well, maybe I will let you dance."

Ashford’s reward—keeping it will make you more money than performing on the streets.”

Hilley's eyes turned cold.

The next second, she stood up and stepped down!

"Eh!"

Thales quickly stood up and grabbed Xi Lai!

"You, are you really going?"

But he soon discovered that he didn't actually need to step forward: on the other side, Duke Zhan grabbed his sister's arm with a smile, his expression was calm, only his eyebrows twitched slightly.

The three of them stood up and stood in a row in the stands, with Heeley sandwiched in the middle, his arms held behind him by the two of them respectively, in a weird posture.

Zhan's gaze was like a sword, passing by Shilai, and piercing Thales' hand holding Shilai's hand.

There is no more chill in it.

Not good.

Thales could only smile.

"Are you... letting go?" Xi Lai, who was held in the middle, said with difficulty.

Thales quickly let go, but he never thought that Zhan would also let go of Xi Lai at the same time like an electric shock!

boom!

There was a pitiful muffled sound, and Heeley hung on the railing in front of him, groaning in pain.

"You guys, hiss..."

Oops.

Thales was startled and quickly went to help her, only to find that Zhan also stepped forward. When they saw each other's actions, they both paused and subconsciously retracted their outstretched hands.

"You can't even help me!" Heilai said painfully, holding on to the railing and rubbing his ribs.

Thales and Zhan looked at each other with complicated emotions.

The surrounding spectators saw what happened in the main stand and made a big commotion.

Zhan and Thales looked at each other, took a deep breath, and quickly stepped forward, holding on to the railing with Xi Lai. The three of them pretended to be looking out, looking at the contestants.

"Tell me, what are your suggestions?" the Duke said coldly.

Thales raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Look, he is not only my brother, but also the Duke of South Bank. We must force him to choose between bad and worse," Heeley rubbed his ribs and gave Thales a weak smile.

"Unlike us, he still wants to be shameless..."

Thales looked strange when he heard this.

"Then you have to have a face." Zhan En said coldly, then smiled and waved to the contestants in the audience.

From the outside, the three people in the stands were leaning on the railings, talking and laughing, having a good time.

At this moment, the host’s voice and the cheers of the audience overwhelmed their conversation:

"Stop talking nonsense, let's start the first round of competition! Distinguished guests, come on stage to choose your generals. If you have to win, you won't win! I'd rather be friends——"

The host paused and raised his arms high. The audience inside and outside the venue cooperated and skillfully shouted:

"Don't die by the enemy!!!"

As a bell rang, the band began to play passionate music, and the first round of competition began immediately: a scimitar warrior from Hamble faced off against a knight's son from the South Coast.

They were fully armed and mounted on their respective mounts, charging toward each other with guns and shields. After a violent collision, they both fell off their horses.

"Mediocre hands," Glover looked at the duel with a frown in the aisle below the main stand, "Such a heavy armor, laborious, inefficient, and meaningless - will such a person come to participate in the election?"

The two people in the field got up with difficulty, threw away their long weapons, and drew out their machetes and steel swords.

"A long time ago, the heavier the armor, the better, and the harder the better - at that time, humans were facing ancient orcs," Miranda said thoughtfully, "Of course, until the various types of terminal powers appeared

, be it war, duel, or swordsmanship, everything has changed."

"Then the magic gun appeared, and everything was about to change again." Glover nodded.

"Hey, you know, these contestants are rich after a fight! In other words, the sponsors behind them are rich - the two war horses have their own sponsor groups, oh, and their weapons!

"D.D watched the duel on the field with interest, looking at the odds sheet in his hand from time to time.

"I don't like this atmosphere, it's tacky and boring."

Amid waves of cheers, Paul Bozdorf stood in the aisle and crossed his arms, staring closely at the competition: "Especially this host, he turned the knights' jousting into a show full of copper odor.

.”

"Knight jousts are just performances." Morgan had no interest in jousting duels at all. He stared at the sergeants of the Emerald Legion on the opposite side. "If you don't want to perform, that's easy - just become a mercenary."

"Yes, it is indeed a performance, but it should be explained this way," Huaiya stood on the steps, looking away from Prince Thales above. "Knight competitions once flourished. It was a place where lords gathered allies to show their strength, repair armaments and recruit talents.

It is an excellent means, of course, and it is also an ideal occasion for wandering and mercenary knights to become famous and stand out in one battle, providing the bards with a lot of creative materials."

While talking, the two warriors in the field were fighting hard with each sword, and from time to time they could hear the sound of the sword cutting against the armor.

"The movement is slow, the attack is broken, and the hardest part of the armor is struck repeatedly." Glover frowned, "Is this a duel or a blacksmith?"

"I've seen it. There are quite a lot of people who have signed up, but not many have passed the preliminary test." D.D raised a handicap odds guide in his hand with great interest, "and most of them are adventurers, hired

Soldiers, foreign warriors, to be honest, few have received serious training as knights, or at least as attendants..."

"Historically, the Iris Selection will be a glorious knightly competition. All participating knights are the top masters of that era. They fight for their respective masters and their own honor, and even for the battle itself. So many legendary names, so many

A classic duel..." Paul sighed, "But I think the knights of the past are no longer fashionable."

"The old one?" D.D frowned.

"Those who were first called knights," Paul nodded, with misty eyes, "while possessing extraordinary power, they also had to bear more responsibilities. They had to mount war horses and stand up when danger came. Later,

After the establishment of the empire, knights became an identity and a class, representing the warriors who conquered the world for the emperor. If a person wants to become a knight, he must follow another knight on horseback and fight and train until he has achieved meritorious deeds and gained recognition. Later,
To be continued...