Monk Robert's irony means that everyone can understand it. No matter how good Sir Wendell is, he cannot bear it. Yes, his banquet is indeed a little simpler, but this is everything he can prepare for the guests. Under his roof, there is a guest who accuses the host of hospitality, which is not in line with the customs of the Germans.

"Brother Robert, how can we be so stingy about pleasure, brother Robert," Hof Hannis rebuked loudly, and stared at Monk Robert with his dark blue eyes.

Monk Robert saw the threat contained in Hofhanis's sight and knew that this was not the time to attack Hofhanis. His purpose was to humiliate Hofhanis and weaken Hofhanis' authority. Now that his goal has been achieved, he no longer spoke.

It seems that the open and secret struggles are extremely fierce within the high walls of the Monastery of St. Fontsau. Robert from another prominent family is threatening the status of Hof. Hannis. However, Hof Hannis can temporarily suppress this threat with his own personal prestige. However, without the strong support of the family, he does not know how long this suppression can last. This is also the reason why he came to the Wendell family. He is seeking firm support, but Sir Wendell's defeated finance seems to disappoint him.

"I'm very sorry for you to be slow, but as the Wendell family of the Knights, there are things that are more suitable for banquets. Ifu brings your shield and sword." Sir Wendell, a worldly nobleman, certainly saw the clues. He immediately signaled to his two sons that the Jazz would show the martial traditions of the Wendell family to these arrogant monks.

"Yes, father." Although Yifu envied the rich life and pomp of these monks, he would not let anyone who threatened his family go away easily. So he took a sharp-bottomed Vulture shield from the weapon stand next to the hall, pulled out the sword from his waist, and jumped in front of everyone. The sword in his right hand slashed hard in the air a few times. The sharp sword broke through the air and made a whizzing sound. Yifu's tall and strong body added a bit of shock.

"关." The monks who spent all day in the monastery had seen this formation. They looked at each other with fear. Monk Robert's face suddenly turned pale. His right hand in the monk's robe trembled slightly. Unconsciously, he looked at the Monk's Ancestral Hof Hannis who were sitting with Sir Wendell. It was common for the nobles to kill competitors at banquets in this chaotic era, but it seemed that Monk's Ancestral Hof Hannis was as normal as he looked, and seemed to be admiring Ifu's sword skills like others.

Yifu played with sword flowers and split a thick piece of wood that the servant brought in in half in an instant. His strength was so strong that the speed and skills of the sword were also very good. Everyone thought what would happen if it was cut on a person. The banquet suddenly fell into silence. No one was saying a word. Yifu looked at these cowardly monks proudly, and at this moment a voice sounded from outside the gate.

"How boring is a man, let me be your opponent." A knight in a chain mail strode in. The knight was of medium figure, with a slightly long cheek, with long soft golden hair, and a neatly trimmed beard on his chin. He walked to Monk Robert and bowed deeply, then straightened his body, and placed his right hand on the sword around his waist.

"Oh, it's you, Woodrow's Quasikar, my close relative, Lord Wendell, will introduce you to you. This is the Quasikar of the Robert family, the brave Lord Woodrow. He once won the swordsmanship championship in the Knights Competition in Cologne, and is currently studying in my monastery." Hof Hannis smiled and picked up the wine glass to greet the Quasikar Woodrow, and then told me in detail about Woodrow's origin. Iff grinned at the corner of his mouth. So what about the swordsmanship champion in Cologne? If his father hadn't asked him to take care of his family, he would have wandered around the world and spread his reputation everywhere.

"Since this adult is interested, then you can ask Lord Woodrow for advice." Sir Wendell is not a coward. He will not make people famous in his own territory, not to mention that he is very confident in his eldest son's martial arts, after all, it is the result of his careful teaching since childhood.

Aruod was a little shocked. Unexpectedly, a dinner with his family turned into a Hongmen Banquet full of swords and swords. He just didn't know who was Liu Bang and who was Xiang Yu. While he was thinking about it, the two warriors had already started to fight together. The sword skills commonly used by medieval warriors were of various schools, but most of these sword skills were passed down from their own family. It was not until the 14th century that many families had developed their skills to form the genre of German swordsman Richard Nar. German warriors like to use half swords and big swords. This rough swordsman was deeply loved by medieval warriors and was widely circulated, and it also broke Aruod's impression that Western swordsman had no skills.

"Clang~~~." Woodrow's sword hit Ifu's shield. The church knight actually used two swords, a long sword and a slightly short sword. The long sword attacked, a short sword defense, or crossed attack like scissors at the same time. This made everyone dazzled and surprised by his agility and skills. In contrast, Yifu seemed to retreat step by step, and could only rely on his shield to block between the two and catch every opponent's attack.

"Oh wu~~~~." Yifu knew that his advantage was his strength, but he chose the wrong weapon at the beginning. The one-handed sword and shield limited the heavy blows he used to use. If it were a heavy two-handed sword, he would have suppressed his opponent at the beginning. Unfortunately, now he can only use a shield to protect his body, and then wait for the opportunity to attack. Finally, in the gap between Woodlow's attack, he raised his shield to block the long sword from the opponent, and half-squatted down and stabbed up from the lower right direction.

"Have you won?" Aruod couldn't help but become nervous. He didn't understand what was going on. Logically speaking, Yifu always caused trouble for himself after he entered this era. He also hated such a person who relied on his own strength to oppress the weak, but now he was worried about Yifu. This seemed to be the influence of Aruod's loyalty to the family in his soul.

"Clang~~~." Unfortunately, Woodlow is not an easy person. The short sword he defended with his left hand instantly stretched downwards to block the attack from Ifu below. What's worse is that there was a pool of water under Ifu's feet. Ifu stepped on it and slipped under his feet, and almost fell. In order to maintain balance, he had to give up the shield in his hand. The only Vulture Shield that could protect his body made a dull sound and landed at the gate.

"Damn it." Ifu cursed and took a few steps back, while Woodrow smiled and had a very knightly demeanor, and also took a few steps back, without taking the opportunity to attack Ifu.

"Oh," Aruod said in a low voice. He couldn't help but look at his father and uncle. Sir Wendell's face was solemn and his brows were frowning, his mouth was closed, and his eyes were staring at the two men in the competition. Uncle Hoff Hannis's face turned pale, and the smile on the corner of his mouth had long disappeared like the ice and snow of summer.

"Don't worry, if you lose like this, how can you be a descendant of the Wendell family?" At this moment, Aruod felt behind him, a pair of gentle hands holding his shoulders, and a familiar smell was smelled at the tip of his nose. He turned around and saw his mother, Mrs. Beawa, looking at him kindly. She raised her head and looked at her son who was competing in the venue with a firm look, comforting her other son in a gentle tone. Aruod was a little moved. He lowered his head and was afraid that tears would burst out from his eyes.

Aruod's soul in his previous life was an orphan who was not an orphan. His parents struggled in the economy and society, but they all ended in failure. In the end, their marriage came to an end. Perhaps this was the best ending for a couple who did not put their family first. After he went to school, he grew up with his grandparents. The kindness and selflessness of the elderly more or less made up for his shortcomings, but the elderly who their parents could give were powerless, which also caused his personality defects of being withdrawn and unable to communicate with others. However, after he was reborn, in different countries and times, he could still feel the mutual care and warmth of the family.

Just when Aruod was moved, Ifu in the competition was obviously not so relaxed, but after throwing away the shield, he seemed to have lost some kind of burden. He saw him holding his sword in both hands, as if holding a two-handed sword. His body leaned slightly backward, lifting the sword to the height between his eyebrows, aiming the tip of the sword at Woodrow.

"It's going to start." Mrs. Eva confidently patted her second son Aruod's shoulder and said in a low voice in Aruod's ear. Sir Wendell's expression also relaxed, his eyes were not leaving the two men in the competition, but he had already picked up the wine glass and put it on his lips and pursed it.

"For the honor of the family." Yifu took a deep breath, squirted out violently from his chest, and shouted out the tribe of the Wendel family from his mouth. His feet moved quickly towards Woodrow, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards the opponent. Woodrow opened his eyes wide and raised his sword and slashed down from above. He knew that Yifu's stab was fierce and could only be resolved with attack.

"Clang~~~." It was the sound of metal collision again, and everyone almost covered their ears. The power of these two warriors was extremely amazing. They saw Efu turning into a spike to block the two swords from above. Efu's body was shorter and the hilt was raised up. Woodrow's two swords slid from his sword body to the right. Inertia made Woodrow lean forward unconsciously. And Efu took the opportunity to put the sharp part of the front of the hilt on Woodrow's neck. All this happened so quickly, like lightning. What everyone saw was that Woodrow himself stretched his neck and put his head on Efu's knife.

"The confrontation was successful," Mrs. Eva and Sir Wendell said in a low voice almost at the same time.
Chapter completed!