Knight became a title, an honor, awarded by the king, and became a promotion level from common people to nobles, and then later..."

Paul shook his head, looked at the crappy duel in the arena, and said nothing.

When everyone listened to Paul's words, they couldn't help but lower their heads in thought.

Conmuto sighed:

"About this, I heard an old man say that the Iris Selection from a hundred or two hundred years ago will still have weight. They are all warriors selected from a hundred, the type to fight with blood. But in recent decades, not only come

The quality of the candidates participating has declined, slipping from the extreme level to the super master, and then to... In short, the so-called winning knights selected are mixed, some are not worthy of the name, some have bad conduct, and some have fallen into mistakes after becoming famous. Gradually,

If the land is chosen, the election will be in decline."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard this.

"He was eliminated."

Everyone turned back together.

"Since the end of the 'Blood Debt War' and the promulgation of the Self-Defense Law, the war conflicts between the kingdom's lords have begun to decrease. After the High Noble Council and the Noble Affairs Council were established to arbitrate vassal disputes, private wars among the nobility have almost disappeared.

, wandering knights and hired knights gradually have nowhere to go, and the expensive and laborious knight competitions naturally lose their glory. As for the knights, since they have no place to use them..."

After Huaiya said these words, he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him.

"Reference books for the royal guard's entry test," Wyatt reacted and quickly explained, "Why, you haven't read "On the Lord's Right of Self-Defense" by Bachelor Bona?"

Everyone in the Star Lake Guards looked at each other, except Rolf who snorted disdainfully.

"That's exactly what it should be," Paul sighed. "In fact, the Emerald Celebration still maintains a formal tradition, which is enough to surprise me."

The first round of competition ended quickly: Humble's warrior was not familiar with the terrain and was not used to the earthy ground of the Emerald City. He stumbled and fell to the ground. The opponent took the opportunity to press on, attack with a sword or knock on his helmet.

Although it was basically ineffective, it prevented the Humble people from getting up again. The latter was so dizzy that they had to throw away their weapons and shout to surrender.

The loser was pulled up from the mud by his servants, while the winner struggled to take off his helmet amidst cheers, waved desperately to the audience, and received a shower of flowers and even coins.

Everyone looked at it and shook their heads again.

"I heard from my friends that the last glory was about thirty years ago, when the late king and his family came to the Emerald City. It was the most grand election in the past half century, from the Western Wasteland to the East China Sea, from the cliff to the blade.

People from more than half of the kingdom are here, and the guests are all here. It’s an unprecedented event,” Conmuto broke the silence. “Whether it’s the knights and warriors in the field, the troupe and band in the banquet, or even the young ladies in the audience, everyone is fighting for their heads.

, all want to express themselves and show off their skills in front of the king and the duke."

"The late king?" Miranda raised her eyebrows: "Wait a minute, I also heard my uncles say when I was a child that they went to the Emerald City to participate in a martial arts competition a long time ago."

"But it is said that at that election, the winner of the tournament impersonated the Emerald City, humiliating the Emerald City and humiliating the election." Conmuto shook his head, "It was not a big deal in the first place, but for some reason, there

After that, no matter whether it was participating in competitions or attending ceremonies, no important large families or knights came to participate in the election, and the lords no longer canonized knights or recruited vassals on the spot at the meeting. In short, it has declined year after year and has never recovered. "

"So the general election took advantage of the loophole and came up with this method: let businessmen contribute money to participate and make profits on the way?"

Huaiya frowned: a man holding a sign of "Guedez Blacksmith Workshop" walked into the field and loudly announced to people that the winner was wearing armor produced by his family. It was of good quality and the iron and steel materials must be good.

Paul shook his head disdainfully.

"I think it's pretty good. Hmm, knightly competition sounds nice, but it's all about honors, achievements, rankings, who you fight for, who you dedicate the victory to, etc. It's so complicated, it's not tiring.

?"

D.D bought a bag of fruits from the sidelines and happily collected them:

"Like now, everyone gets together to eat delicious food, drink fine wine, wave flags, cheer and cheer, having fun all day long, making money and having fun, isn't it good?"

Everyone looked at him with contempt.

"They can be happy, but we are not."

Hugo, the flag officer, turned around and said quietly:

"Don't forget His Highness's reminder: be vigilant, we don't want to welcome another Anke Bailar."

These words made everyone shudder, cheer up again, and start to pay attention to their surroundings. Even D.D hid the fruits behind their backs.

But at this moment, surrounded by everyone, the three people sitting back in their seats on the main stand were having a not-so-proper conversation.

"Well, first of all, let's make sure that our goals should be the same." Hilley became the host of the conversation, echoing the cheers and sounds of fighting in the arena. "Now, what does the king want?"

Emerald City, and we..."

"How did you know?" Zhan narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales, "You told her and got her involved?"

As the Duke spoke, he did not forget to show his most cordial smile to the stands diagonally opposite, where Ambassador Hasha of Tyrone raised his hand in return.

Thales snorted slightly with disdain:

"I found out, you really don't understand your sister, right?"

"I know you," the Duke said with a cold look, "You are always self-righteous, but you are always trapped in a cocoon."

"I told you, Zhan, they are going to take action," Thales kept smiling, and his voice was only heard by brother and sister Kevin Dill, "And you, you haven't figured out until now, the most dangerous person in the Emerald City

Where is the enemy, right?"

"That's a mistake only Yankees make. They mistake a dangerous scourge for a harmless hostage." Jenn waved gracefully to a group of businessmen in the stands in the distance, receiving a burst of cheers and praises. "And I, I

Know very well where the enemy is."

He glanced at Thales with a hidden smile.

Another stand noticed that the Duke was looking at them. The local vassals on the stand all stood up and saluted the three nobles. Only the little Count Pintor looked ugly.

"Dangerous Bane" himself sighed helplessly: "Okay, Zhan, but you have to know that I am the only one who can help you in the Emerald City now..."

But Zhan retorted:

"Help me aggravate the situation and worsen the situation? Just like you did in the Blood Bottle Gang?"

"stop!"

Xi Lai couldn't listen anymore, and she waved her hand seriously to interrupt the two of them:

"Okay, the first round is over, and now it's referee time: Listen, we don't know what the secret department will do, but we don't want to cause a big mess... So, from now on, we must spread all the information

Turn on sharing on the desktop, do you agree?"

Thales snorted lightly, while Zhan looked at his sister for a long time before reluctantly nodding.

"What do you know about the death of Kaguire?" Under Hilley's signal, Thales asked first.

"No more than you," Zhan shook his head, "What do you know?"

"Definitely less than you," Thales shrugged, "What's going on with the Blood Bottle Gang? Is it still running?"

"How do I know," Zhan's eyes moved slightly, "where is Kathleen?"

"I can't find any place," Thales curled his lips, "What's the rumor about?"

"I don't know..."

"Hey! Boys!"

Hilley once again interrupted them unbearably and waved his hands:

"Asking questions without answering is not the way to have a conversation, okay?"

Zhan and Thales looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

There were cheers and sighs in the field, and the winner of the second duel had been decided: a user of a serrated knife won the game by relying on his tricky weapon advantage. He was proudly walking around the field accompanied by a merchant, and by the way, he introduced this store.

The craftsmanship of the weapons shop.

In the main stand, Hilley took a breath and made up his mind.

"Okay, second round, get up, I'm talking about you, Zhan, get up, let me sit in the middle!"

Under Sheilai's unquestionable gaze, Zhan reluctantly stood up and asked the eldest lady to sit in the middle, which naturally aroused discussion among other audience members.

"Very good," Xi Lai sat down safely, folded his arms, and glanced at the two people on the left and right, "Now, I will ask, and you answer."

Thales and Zhan both frowned.

Hilley turned to Jenn:

"First of all, Caguire, what do you know?"

"He's dead." Zhan said coldly.

Seeing that Zhan cherished words like gold, Hilley had to resist the twitching of his eyebrows and turned to Thales: "What about you? What do you know?"

Thales spread his hands: "He died miserably."

Hilley took a deep breath and went back to ask Zhan:

"Have you visited the Blood Bottle Gang? How is it?"

"Not good, chaos."

Hilley frowned and turned to Thales:

"Where is Kathleen?"

"An unpleasant and chaotic place."
To be continued...