"Giggle! Miss, this Sir Narant is so interesting!" Lina giggled immediately after hearing Narant's words.
Regardless of whether Sir Nalant could actually fight in the end or even help the Tulip family regain their face, this sentence severely humiliated Count Rackoff.
She called Rakov an old man. She had never seen any knight have such courage before.
Stella didn't say anything when she heard this, but stared at Nalant with a hint of surprise.
"Boy, do you think that because you are Bernard's vassal, you can be rude to me?" Lakoff has been an earl for decades, and he has never met anyone who dares to humiliate him like this in person.
Especially the young man in front of him probably didn't have all his hair, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Count Raquel, I'm just telling the truth!" Nalant's expression was sincere, as if he had spoken the truth before, which made the Tulip vassals around him laugh.
"Hmph! Bernard, this is how your Tulip family treats guests. You just lost a competition? Are you going to let such an unreasonable brat deliberately open his mouth to humiliate me?" Lakoff didn't even bother to talk to Narant.
After all, if he had a few more words with Nalant, he would be lowering his status as an earl.
"Narant, please sit down!" Although Quint said it and Narant also spoke arrogantly, Bernard still didn't quite believe that Narant had a sharpshooter who could deal with Lakoff's men.
He also knew from the last Varad incident that Narant must have a problem with Quint, so it was very likely that Quint wanted to use a borrowed knife to kill someone.
However, now that the Earl asked Narant to sit down, it was impossible for Narant to do so.
Since this guy has stood up and pretended, he needs to pretend to the end.
It's not his character to give up halfway.
Besides, if everyone knows about the existence of his team of long archers in the future, it is very likely that his reputation as a coward will really be confirmed.
"My lord, I am willing to fight for the Tulip family and compete with Count Rakov!"
Wow!
"Sir Narante actually means it!
"Does he really have an excellent marksman?"
"How is it possible? Sir Nalant has only owned the territory for four months. He must not be able to cultivate it!"
"It's a pity that Sir Andrew is not here, otherwise he would have stopped him. Young man, he is still too impulsive!"
For a moment, the vassals looked at Nalant in confusion.
Their previous words were just that Nalant was talking big words, but now it seems that Nalant is serious.
"Narant, are you sure?"
Bernard looked at Nalant and asked in a deep voice.
"Lord Earl, I am sure!"
"Very good, if I can win today, I will give you a big reward!" Bernard did not refuse anymore, and then looked at Lakov, who had cold eyes on the side, "Rakov, my vassal is willing to compete with you again, you
how do you feel?"
"Of course! Bernard, I just said that I owe you a small favor, and I just want to pay it back to you now. In addition, I can help you teach this ignorant little vassal how to be a good little nobleman.
It’s your duty!”
"Then do you want to continue the bet?" Bernard automatically ignored most of Lakoff's words and continued to ask.
"Of course my Iron Cavalry family will accept this free gift. The bet remains the same!"
"Very good, let's start the competition! Narant, please arrange it!"
"Yes, Lord Earl!" After hearing this, Nalant sat down and whispered a few words in Vivian's ear.
Immediately, Vivian stood up and left the stands.
When people around him saw that Nalant was actually asking an ordinary girl to do something, they immediately shook their heads.
In their opinion, this young man might have suffered a big fall today.
After all, looking at these two women beside him, one can tell that Narant is also a young man who likes beauty.
Since ancient times, I have never heard of a young man obsessed with beauty who can achieve great things.
"Haha! Bernard, I suggest you take back this guy's title after the banquet. He is deliberately making you lose one more store!" Lakoff had already sat down and looked at this scene.
Bernard exclaimed.
Although Bernard frowned, he didn't say anything.
Nalant, on the other hand, was leisurely and contented and didn't care at all about those surprised looks.
If the only one who is optimistic about Narant is probably Boris.
Others thought Vivian was an ordinary girl, but Boris had seen Vivian's superb shooting skills.
He had actually wanted to propose that Nalant step up and compete for the Tulip family.
But Nalant was there, he didn't choose to stand up, he must have his own ideas.
In addition, if there is a real showdown, it will be a battle of life and death.
If Nalant's subordinates suffered any losses, he could not afford it, so he remained silent.
"Look, there's a group of guards coming over there!"
"Hey! What's going on? Didn't you say that Sir Nalant's guards will appear? Why are they the guards of an earl family? Look at the smock marks on those guards. Which earl family do they belong to?"
"I haven't mentioned this sign before! It's not an earl family. However, did you see that the girl in front of the team is the girl Nalant ordered just now?"
Not long after, the audience in the stands suddenly saw a group of guards walking out of the entrance.
This group of guards was fully armed, but they wore a blouse outside the leather armor. This made them a little confused, and they all thought they were guards from a certain earl family. After all, few vassals had such things as blouses.
Several earls also looked at each other, but it was obvious that this sign did not belong to any of them. Then, several people looked at Nalant with interest.
"Well! Lord Earl, these are my guards. I think the smocks of the Earls' guards are very beautiful, so I also learned to make a few!" Nalant explained sheepishly.
After hearing this, the surrounding vassals all rolled their eyes. This Nalant was too pretentious, even more pretentious than them!
"Guard squad! Let's move together!" Just as everyone rolled their eyes at Nalant, a loud shout came from the field!
"One or two!"
Following this loud shout, the guards who were still in normal posture suddenly became more powerful as they marched, and the entire team became uniform whether they were waving their hands or raising their feet.
Wow!
"This... what kind of pace is this? It's so neat!"
"Yes, look at the way they walk, they are exactly the same!"
"Lakov's men seemed to be very neat just now, but now compared with Sir Narant's guards, they are not worth mentioning!"
The changes in the field instantly made the entire audience talk.
The pace of Narant's team now is not comparable to that of Lakoff's team.
Although Lakoff's team marched in an orderly manner, their small movements were still not uniform.
But Nalant's guard team, whether looking at the pace, the swing of the arms, or the heads of the guards, seems to be carved out of the same mold.
Especially when they were moving, their front, rear, left, and right positions were exactly the same from beginning to end, as if everyone was on a stand, no one was half a minute faster, and no one was half a minute slower.
"Everyone has it, let's go!"
"The Storm Leader will win! With me, we will win!"
Clang Clang Clang!
Tread! Tread! Tread! Tread!
Tread! Tread! Tread! Tread...
But before the audience could react from their surprise, the guard formation below changed again.
After receiving the order to 'walk away', the guards shouted in unison and at the same time took out their weapons in unison.
The swordsman pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the archer took the long bow behind his back. Then both of them took the weapons in their hands. The archer held the long bow upright in front of his chest, while the swordsman held the long sword with the tip downward.
, lift diagonally toward the side and downwards.
And this switching of weapons is still the first step. When this set of actions is completed, all the guards raise their heads and look towards the platform at the same time. The pace that was originally only a small step forward becomes wider.
As I walked, my legs bounced straight and I never played again. Every time I stepped on the ground, I was filled with endless power.
Following this step, the audience immediately remembered the unified footsteps of ‘Tap! Tap! Tap!’.
The sound was so consistent, so loud, so magical.
"This...this...is so handsome! The Storm Leader is so mighty!"
"The Storm Leader is mighty!"
"The Storm Leader is mighty!"
Faced with such a visual and auditory impact, the audience who saw this scene for the first time was in an uproar, and the enthusiasm in their hearts was instantly ignited.
This guard square seemed to have magic power, making their blood boil involuntarily.
They didn't know how to express the passion in their hearts, and in the end they could only use the word "mighty" to express it all.
In an instant, cheers of "Storm Leader Mighty" resounded throughout the venue.
"I finally know! Momentum, Nalant's guards have an unstoppable momentum!" At this time, Boris suddenly realized, and he finally figured out the difference between Nalant's guards and the previous guards of Lakov when they entered.
There's a difference.
Nalant's guards marched with an aura of abandonment that could instantly ignite the fire in a man's heart.
Although Lakoff's guards marched fairly neatly, compared with them, they looked like beggars compared to generals.
"Bernard, how do you train the vassal's guards!" Before the competition began, several counts noticed the extraordinary nature of this group of guards.
Not to mention the combat effectiveness, the appearance alone is definitely not inferior to any of the elite guards of the Earl family.
Even His Majesty the King's welcome team may not be able to compare with it.
It’s hard to imagine that this is what a young jazz could be trained to do!