"Participate in...the war for the throne?"
In the suddenly silent atmosphere, a high-pitched voice sitting in the seat asked: "Don't be ridiculous Tristan, don't you still think this place is messy enough?"
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Eduan, I also know what you want..."
"No, your idea is just wishful thinking." Old Joel on the other side leaned forward a little: "This will not have any effect."
"It will work, just like what you are seeing." Tristan stared in the direction of the other party: "Whether it is life or death in the end, my family and I... will leave with dignity."
"Hey... it sounds nice." A hoarse and gloomy voice in the corner sounded coldly, accompanied by the action of Jia Luo wiping the dagger: "The result is still a man who values honor more than life and death.
idiot……"
"The Tristan family has lived in the Free City for two hundred and thirty-one years, not counting the time before the migration... we have lived long enough." Tristan said loudly without losing his temper: "I dare
I guarantee that all of you sitting here will understand better than me who has a long heritage. There must be some among you who will not understand the reasons why the Rondoer family and I do this. But even so, I still have the confidence to choose to do this because
…”
"We are all normal human beings, possessing the most basic sense and emotions." The middle-aged man raised his hands and gestured to everyone in the ring: "I, a person with no fighting ability, can see through this."
Reason, why don’t you understand it?”
"The trick of a third-rate nobleman..."
After a quiet and heavy atmosphere, Tielin, who was holding a barrel-shaped wine glass in the corner, let out a long breath of alcohol: "You have been talking for so long, don't you just want us to admit your guilt for your previous mission to the principality, and then let
Do we forgive you? The people on Old Joel’s side may agree with your behavior for the sake of your grandfather, but why should we let you go? Let go of a guy who almost squeezed his colleagues out of the Free City? "
"Of course... I have a way." Tristan took a long breath: "So I want to participate in the Throne War."
"I heard you right before... You seem to have said that you will not compete for the throne." In the polite voice, Phillips, who was wearing a silver top hat, waved his cane and laughed: "Why, you regret it so quickly?
Already?"
"There are two free thrones, which are the seats where I appeared when Lord Rondo and I were kicked down together." Tristan whispered, then faced the city lord and once again performed the courtesy of a noble: "So my idea
yes……"
"I will submit an application to participate in the throne war. The goal...is to take another throne position." His voice was calm but firm: "We will take back our own throne in a dignified manner, just like the Rondoll family."
"...Ha! How is this possible?" Huskar, who was carrying a giant ax, laughed out loud: "The Rondal family will only be accepted by the city lord if there are contenders. You want to initiate a throne war all by yourself? What do you think?
Are you fighting yourself?"
"And you have no fighting power at all." Fenya, a female warrior on the other side, continued in a rough voice: "Your family is really too weak."
"Since the Tarzinger family can hire mercenaries, our family should also hire a few helpers... I think everyone won't object, right?"
Pointing to the direction where Tarsinger, who looked unhappy, was sitting, Tristan replied firmly: "As for the opponent..."
"I am willing to accept the challenge of any opponent present at this moment until the Lord of the City...acknowledges our victory."
Wow——
The middle-aged man suddenly raised his voice, and the area around the arena finally began to become noisy. It seemed that everyone who heard these words couldn't believe that the usually gentle Tristan would act in such a situation.
He made such an arrogant declaration. Several players belonging to the player guild had begun to stand to show their surprise. Reiner, who was standing on the highest platform, narrowed his eyes without saying a word. Only the city lord sitting there
Duan Qing, who was sitting at the VIP table opposite, sighed and covered his face: "So that's what he meant when he said 'challenge at all costs' before..."
"This is not called a battle for the throne, but a battle for the ranking of the throne, right?" Xu Yu Liushang said dissatisfied: "If we really beat all the leaders...even if we are not beaten to death, we will be exhausted.
"
"The so-called death in a dignified manner is probably what we are doing right now." Duan Qing spread his hands helplessly: "I am very curious now... to what extent has the hatred between this family and other forces reached?
Woolen cloth?"
"The City of Freedom is a city where power is paramount. This is a law that has been formed over hundreds of years." Xu Yu Liushang slowly shook his head: "Probably... he also wants to take this opportunity to change the long-standing history of his family.
It’s a weak image.”
"I always feel that things are not that simple."
Looking at Rondall, who was standing in the middle of the competition arena with his head bowed and silent, Duan Qing's voice also became deeper: "The storm is coming outside, and the clouds are gathering inside. Even the old liar Gal and the others have been invited. If something doesn't happen here,
What... It's simply a shame for their well-known methods and IQ. According to the normal plan, the battle between Rondoer and Tarzinger should have ended. Tristan's interference... must be under the influence of some people.
Unplanned.”
"But that's not the problem now." He moved his eyes away from Rondo and continued to scan the surrounding auditorium: "The key now is..."
"Will Tristan's proposal be accepted by the city lord?"
"Hehehehe..."
The city lord's low laughter finally sounded in the arena that gradually fell silent, and along with it, everyone stared at him: "It sounds...very interesting."
"There was no such rule in the past battles, sir." Reiner, who was standing next to him, immediately turned back and said: "If you accept Tristan's proposal, it will conflict with our tradition..."
"Traditions and rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?"
Smiling low and waving his hand, the young and deep voice of the city lord echoed in everyone's ears again: "The Free City has always welcomed everyone, because there are no rules here. How do you like to solve it?"
Problems, we use whatever method to solve them. The long-standing chaos in Liberty City and the criticism of us by the world are also due to these, but we have never thought about changing anything, so as long as we agree, even if
No matter how ridiculous the method is, we will...happily accept it."
He swatted away a guard who ran to him and whispered something, and then smiled in the direction of Reiner: "Sir Reiner, do you... agree with Tristan's proposal?"
"...Since the Lord of the City has no objection, I have no objection either." The silver-black knight replied in a muffled voice, and then turned around again.
"So...where are the others?" The Lord's eyes turned to the seats on both sides: "Do you have any opinions?"
"……No."
"I have no obligation to prevent him from committing suicide..."
"If everyone agrees, then Stark will listen to everyone."
"Since he wants to die, let's give them a ride!"
The rising and falling voices became louder and louder, and finally turned into a unanimous opinion under the watch of the city lord. This made the city lord wearing ordinary casual clothes satisfied again, and then looked in another direction of the arena: "...
Mr. Oxon, what about you?"
"Of course I have no problem."
As if he was surprised by the other party's name, Oxon, who had been sitting in the corner with his arms folded, nodded politely: "Everything will be in accordance with the wishes of the Lord of the City."
"...What about Tal Singh?" The city lord stretched his hand to the other side: "I'm sorry to disturb your family's progress, but...if this so-called challenge will end soon, you probably won't either.
Would you mind waiting a few more minutes?"
"Of course I don't mind." Tarsinger, who had always had a dark face, hurriedly put on a smile: "But the battle before..."
"Consider it your victory."
Waving his hands needlessly, the Lord of the City moved his eyes away from the opponent's position: "Tristan did not interfere in the duel between you and the Rondoll family. Then the subsequent games only need to continue. This verdict
...Is it acceptable to both parties?"
Seeing Rondall nodding slowly in the field, the Lord of the City chuckled again, and finally, as if he remembered something, he stretched out his finger towards the opposite side of where he was: "By the way... the special envoy of the principality."
"Do you have any comments?"
"……No."
Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "From our standpoint... we don't have any opinions."
"It seems that you have a correct understanding of your responsibilities." The Lord of the City replied with satisfaction: "I believe that after returning... Pamir will give you a satisfactory answer to your report."
"Thank you City Lord for the reminder, we will report it truthfully." Duan Qing replied in a clear voice: "It's just...as far as I know, there is still a throne holder who has not expressed his opinion, right?"
"That Gardevoir guy never participates in public gatherings, so don't worry about her." The city lord waved his hands nonchalantly, and then sat back in his seat: "Since most people have no objections... let's get started.
Bar."
"Who wants to be the first to challenge the Tristans?"
"..."
The air in the middle of the arena fell into silence again, in sharp contrast to the gathering clouds above their heads. Everyone, including the players, involuntarily closed their mouths, as if the first person to speak out would become dead.
Same. The city lord who looked around frowned slightly. Tristan, who had been standing there waiting for his opponent to appear, also lowered his head, while Duan Qing, who was looking around with his arms folded, heard a ringing sound in his ears.
He heard the whisper that belonged to the murmuring voice: "It is indeed like this... Is this the effect that Tristan wants to achieve?"
"Although there is no deterrent effect at all, the actual results may be beyond everyone's expectations, because without prior consultation... no one will do such a thankless thing." Duan Qing whispered.
He replied: "Bart's surprise attack was too sudden, and the strength of the 'mercenaries' he invited was not obvious. At this time, he rashly stepped on the trap... These old foxes who have been struggling for so many years would probably not do it."
Bar?"
"The only ones who may be fooled are young people who can't calm down. Unfortunately, Rondo, the only one who looks young and energetic... shouldn't interfere at this time, right?" Xu Yu Liushang chuckled: "And it was just after he had eaten.
When you lose the battle..."
"If that battle is not called off... the final outcome is not certain yet."
Suddenly these words of unknown meaning came out of his mouth. Duan Qing shook his head slightly, but his eyes finally crossed the figure of the young swordsman and landed on the head of a certain guy: "From this point of view,
…”
"The person most likely to speak out now... is probably that person."
"Prance, come on!"
In the silence that seemed to last indefinitely, Talsinger proved Duan Qing's conjecture with practical actions: "The insidious old guys like to wait, but we don't have the time to accompany them! Since someone dares to interrupt our duel
...Then kick this troublemaker out earlier!"
"Hehe, you are not a member of the throne now." Jialuo, who was not far away, immediately chuckled: "The duel between you and Rondoer has not yet decided the winner."
"Didn't that Tristan say... that he wants to accept everyone's challenge?" Tarsinger said with a proud smile: "Not to mention me, the quasi-throne holder, even an ordinary family guard can play.
Participate in the war... Is my understanding correct, Lord City Lord?"
"Well... do you have any rebuttal, Tristan?"
"……no problem."
Facing the distant scrutiny of the city lord, Bart Tristan still looked calm and composed: "No matter what rules they propose, we will agree."
"……very good."
Waving his hand to the center of the arena below, the city lord once again regained his previous calmness. Reiner, who noticed this, also stood up again and continued his previous hosting work: "Then... the duel parties will change to special
Ristan and Tarzinger, please leave the duelists on both sides."
"...Then, I'll leave it to you to do the rest."
The middle-aged man with his hands behind his back kept a calm posture, turned around slowly, then looked at the three players sitting in the seats belonging to the Tristan family, and showed a gentle smile: "Don't panic.
, just let it go and fight, no matter whether you can win or not..."
"The final result will be borne by me alone."
The three players nodded to each other and looked at each other for a few moments before standing up. Among them, the figure in a black cloak took the lead and walked out of his seat, jumping to the center of the arena with a slight sound of breaking through the air.
"...He is indeed an adventurer." Prince looked at the figure and laughed softly: "Are you the thug of the Tristan family?"
"Snow Spirit Fantasy Ice."
The cold female voice did not answer the other party's question, but whispered her name.
"Please enlighten me."
This chapter has been completed!