"William from Nia Town?"

Next to Baron Terry, a noble lady wearing a veil and covering half of her face with a small fan asked with interest: "Little Terry... is he a freeman from your territory?"

She spoke with a strong nasal sound, as sweet as if filled with honey.

"That's true! Not bad... I've seen him... and also granted him the identity of a freeman... The beautiful Mrs. Serena..."

Baron Terry said in a daze, with a fascination in his eyes.

"What an interesting little guy!"

Mrs. Serena seemed to enjoy Baron Terry's gaze very much, closed the ladies' fan on her hand, and gently patted her chest twice.

The implicit hint made Baron Terry's breathing thicker.

...

puff!

Wu Ming stepped forward quietly and set off his sword.

The sharp blade pierced through the arm's nest, causing the adventurer who used the double sword to scream and fell to the ground.

This angle is really tricky, without the protection of leather armor, the sword blade is very deep, and almost with a little force, he can cut off his entire arm.

Seeing this, the referee immediately announced Wu Ming's victory.

"The next game, No. 212 vs. No. 311!"

The two servants came on stage and lifted the two swordsmen who had fallen down. The referee did not waste any time and shouted.

"After such a day, I have to fight at least seven or eight games and win all the time. I can't stand it if I have poor physical strength!"

Wu Ming was waiting quietly. After half an hour, it was his turn to play the second game.

At this time, the opponent had been replaced by a spearman, which was the guy who had taken the bye.

He looked quite nervous and confident, and started the offensive first without hesitation at all.

As it turned out, this was a guy who was easier to deal with than the first one. Wu Ming just shook a few times and easily tripped him up, putting his sword on his neck.

The third opponent was a little troublesome. He was a big man using a chain shackle, dancing a whirlwind-like meteor hammer. When Wu Ming split the chain mail on his body, he took a little effort.

...

After several days of chaos, the top eight of this single-player competition was finally decided.

Wu Ming was naturally in it, and after his observation, there were two more people worth noting, and they should be knightly strength.

The first one is naturally Aderion, a knight who has withdrawn from the church. He has excellent swordsmanship, tall and strong body, and is especially good at defeating his opponents with one blow.

There is also one who calls himself Alfred, who is the leader of a famous mercenary group, Wild Wolf Heart.

Their entire team had more than one hundred mercenaries, and they achieved quite good results in this group battle. They were said to have been recruited by the earl and were preparing to enthrone him as a knight.

Of course, he was not satisfied with winning the honor because of the commander of the mercenary group. Instead, he participated in this single-player competition, "I want to win honor with my own sword!" This is his original words.

But Wu Ming felt that Alfred simply wanted to get more.

Moreover, for some reason, when he saw this person, he always felt that the other party had a little cold feeling and a temperament that he was familiar with.

"According to the rules, next is the cavalry battle in the quarterfinals!"

After the last selection, the clerk said to Wu Ming: "You need a set of knight armor and a war horse, a real war horse! It's not the kind of person who is scared to death when he hears the sound of killing and flees in panic!"

Wu Ming touched his nose: "I barely have one horse. If I don't wear armor, will I be directly sentenced to be lost?"

The clerk looked at him with a fool-looking expression: "As long as you like, you can go to battle in a commoner!"

Obviously, he knew the power and defense of the full body of armor and the charge of the war horse. In his opinion, although the young man in front of him had good martial arts skills, he would only be stabbed to death when he encountered any real knight.

"Oh! William, it's really you!"

After walking out of the celebration venue, Wu Ming immediately met an acquaintance.

"Long time no see, Knight Thakur!"

He greeted with a smile on his face, "Do you want to find a place to have a drink?"

"Honored!"

The Knight Thakur looked at Wu Ming now with a different look, which was a bit of equality in his appreciation: "Your performance surprised the Baron. He has promised me that if you go back... the position of the captain of the Nia Town Guard will be yours... Of course, it was after this competition!"

He had a feeling on his face: "I didn't expect our Count of Blue Mountains to be so generous... To be honest, I can guarantee that there is no better opportunity than this one to live in the Fengying Plain until now!"

While speaking, the two came to a noisy bar and spent several times the price to get two glasses of inferior ale from the fat boss lady.

"Cheers for tomorrow's victory!"

Thakur toasted, and the two drank the ale in one go. The spicy and a little sour feeling made William's body remember it very vividly.

"From the quarterfinals, we have changed from infantry to cavalry. I have to admit that although Lord Lanshan has opened a hole for the free people, the rules of the competition are still biased towards the nobles and the rich..."

Thakur looked at Wu Ming and said sincerely: "Do you need armor and war horses? You can use mine directly. I will find a way to find a way to do it... Here are a few knight friends I know. Although their armor does not fit, they are better than nothing!"

He looked around and lowered his voice: "Remember one thing! Don't choose to rent armor and war horses, it's too easy to be targeted and tamper with. Don't overestimate your opponent's character... After all, this is a big event that changes your life's destiny and affects generations!"

"Thank you again! But I'm ready!"

Wu Ming politely rejected the goodwill of the Takur Knights, and the two of them drank a few more drinks. Given that he had a game tomorrow, Takur kindly asked him to go back early and rest more.

...

On the day of the quarterfinals.

After rest, the rest of the ring was removed, with colorful flags and ribbons floating around, and the loud tones of drummers and musicians lingering around the field.

"Takur, you met William yesterday, what did he say?"

Baron Terry's face was a little pale and his eyes were sunken. He obviously didn't sleep well last night and consumed a lot of energy and energy.

"He is grateful for the kindness of the Lord!"

Thakur bowed slightly: "And promised that if you don't have any other responsibilities after the game, you will definitely come to serve the Baron!"

Thakur naturally told Wu Ming to be as good as possible.

"This is really gratifying news!" Baron Terry sighed: "I don't know now whether to expect William to win or lose next!"

"It is his honor to serve a baron!"

Tax Officer Fide said quickly.

In fact, seeing William's performance yesterday really scared him. Now he has no doubt that Arthur and his other disappearances were definitely from William's hands.

The only thing he was glad that he stopped as soon as possible after he had been slightly hostile to William. Even the suppression of Aunt Loya was within the rules and did not involve him in the deeper vortex.

"I remember, William was just an ordinary farmer, right?"

Baron Terry watched the railings open on both sides, and a team of knights who were purely performing came to the court to show off their power, with a little disconfidence in his voice: "Even if he can rent armor and war horses, is he familiar with the skills of fighting armor and driving horses?"

Only the descendants of nobles or knights can be carefree when they are young, without worrying about food, and wholeheartedly hone their skills.

Only such a family can support the consumption of war horses and armor.

This condition is naturally very unfavorable for civilians.

But for his own interests, Baron Terry did not feel anything wrong. At most, he just lamented William's misfortune.

As for Fidel? I'm afraid he wishes William would lose. Not only would he lose, but it would be better to die directly so that he would never have any worries.

"First game!"

The referee's loud voice resounded.

The audience around was getting more noisy and there was even more crowds than at the beginning.

They were always full of passionate interest in the fight between knights, the collision between spears and war horses.

Perhaps... it is really rare to see the high-ranking knights killing each other to entertain the civilians, and it can satisfy some dark psychology.

"By Bert Tal, a wandering knight from Cold Wind Castle, to William, a freeman from Nia Town!"

Bang!

The original performance knight left the stage, the railing fell, and an armored knight rushed into the square.

He was wearing the most orthodox knight's plate armor, and he seemed to be in an iron can. The horse under his seat was almost two or three meters high, covered with cloth armor with iron sheets sewn, and was fifteen feet long. The four or five meters long knight's spear flashed sharply in the sun, and the whole person looked like a moving steel fortress.

"Ao roar!"

The knight circled around the field and suddenly opened the mask on his helmet and let out a long roar like a wolf roar.

Looking at his dazzling riding movements and power, Thakur's expression also became solemn. His rich experience made him realize that Bert was quite close to the real knight. Even though he was all armor and he was on the court himself, he dared not say that he was sure.

"Well... this Bert, who is Sir Erie's second son, was sent to the Knights for training!"

Baron Terry said in surprise when he heard the news.

Naturally, there is no simple product to break through the quarterfinals at this time. Bug is not a war, and most of the Free Knights choose to be loyal to Viscount Garcia, and perhaps more powerful guys will emerge.

"Law!"
Chapter completed!