"That guy has a lot of background. This sword is just a hot potato now. I don't even want it for free."
Chris put away the crystal sword, thought for a while and said, "How about after we go back and all the troubles are solved, I can sell the sword to you?"
Manda spat: "Bah, profiteer!"
"You don't want it? Then I'll ask Howard if he wants it. He has just been promoted to a third-level knight, so he might be short of a handy weapon."
"I want it!" Manda said quickly.
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At night, the old man and the second prince finished talking and returned to his study.
There was a knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The Ice Knight walked in with wounds all over his body and knelt on one knee: "Sir, I failed, please punish me!"
The old man asked in shock: "Joseph, why are you injured like this? Did the elders of the other party's family take action?"
"No." Joseph lowered his head in shame, "He hurt me himself."
"How can you, a fourth-level ice knight, defeat a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old kid?" the old man asked in disbelief.
Joseph defended: "He learned fire magic, which just happened to restrain me."
"How high can he be if he is so young?" the old man shouted angrily, "You have brought shame on the Royal Knights!"
"Third level." Joseph paused, "Magic warrior."
Hearing this, the old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he asked: "Why didn't you identify yourself? Otherwise, he wouldn't have beaten you like this."
"I said it." Joseph looked aggrieved. "Not only did that guy not listen, he even took away my crystal sword."
"What a lawless boy!" The old man was so angry that his beard was trembling. "Go and find General Warren and ask him to come to your door to ask for advice in person."
"yes!"
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Chris took Manda around the city for more than three hours until dark.
"Let's go back to the hotel. It's too late and we can't find our way back."
"okay."
The two turned around and walked back.
At this time, a man in his thirties walked towards him. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest. His face was covered with beard. He was only wearing a thin shirt and opened his arms to reveal his sexy chest hair.
The man's eyes were fixed on Manda, and with a flick of his finger, he flicked two silver coins towards Chris and said: "Brother-in-law, you can use this money to buy drinks in the pub. I have something to talk to your sister about."
chat."
Chris didn't pick it up and let the silver coin fall to the ground.
Manda frowned, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration. She held Chris's arm with both hands and smiled like a flower: "You misunderstood, he is not my brother, but my... fiancé."
The corner of Chris's mouth twitched and he asked you to take me out to play just to push me out as a shield when you meet someone you hate?
"Just him?" The man glanced at Chris with disdain, "Big boy, are you ready for development?"
I don’t like hearing this anymore. The birds of labor and management are bigger than you.
Chris leaned towards Manda, almost touching her beautiful face, and yelled at the man: "Do you have anything to do with me?"
"Boy, there is a fighting arena ahead. Do you dare to challenge me one on one? If I win, you will voluntarily give up your fiancée to me."
Chris raised his eyebrows. Could this guy be from Flo City, the fighting city? It is said that the people living there are fighting nations, and force can be used to solve everything, even disputes over spouses.
The man provoked: "You don't dare, right? You're a coward!"
"If I don't beat you until your mother can't recognize you today, I'll take your surname!" Chris rolled up his sleeves, "Wait a minute! You won and got your fiancee from me, but you lost and didn't pay anything. How can there be such a thing in this world?
Such a good thing?"
"I lost, I'll give you a hundred gold coins." The man took out the money bag from his arms and shook it, making a "ding" sound.
"My beautiful fiancée is worth a hundred gold coins?"
The man said coquettishly: "That's all I have."
"That's all." Chris waved his hand, "I'll let you take advantage. We can't find the fighting arena, so you can lead the way."
"Why!"
Chris quietly leaned into Manda's ear and whispered: "What do you think of this guy? If possible, why don't I lose the duel and you marry him."
Manda stretched out her jade hand and pinched the soft flesh around his waist, turned around in the opposite direction, and shouted angrily: "If you dare to lose on purpose, I will castrate you directly!"
"Okay, okay, I'll help you win him. The labor fee is ten gold coins. Do you want to pay now or pay later?"
Manda smiled coldly and turned her fingers three times in a row, causing Chris to cry out in pain.
The fighting arena is indeed not far away, only two to three hundred meters away.
It occupies a small area, about a dozen acres.
The three of them spent six silver coins to buy tickets at the door and entered.
The atmosphere inside is quite hot.
In the middle of the field, there is a two-meter-high white circular stone platform with a diameter of about two hundred meters. It is made of a single piece of bright stone and is extremely hard.
The stone platform is full of pits and pits, obviously having withstood the baptism of countless battles.
There are seven or eight thousand seats around, and they are almost full at the moment.
"Down with him!"
"Come on, what's the ink stain on?"
On the white stone platform, there were two knights engaged in a fierce battle. Their strength was at the peak of the second level.
The two sides were fighting back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the difference.
In the end, one knight was exhausted and was knocked off the round platform.
The battle is over.
The man with the hairy chest took the opportunity to jump onto the stone platform and said to the surrounding people: "I am Didal from Flo City. I want to have a fair duel with this little guy. If I win, he will give me his fiancée. I
If he loses, I will give him a hundred gold coins, and we hope everyone will bear witness to us."
"Wow, the wife-stealing drama in Flo City."
“I’m really looking forward to it.”
Private fights are prohibited in Solo City, so this martial arts arena became a place for nobles who had conflicts to resolve disputes.
Under the gaze of everyone, Chris jumped lightly and landed steadily on the circular stone platform.
"Tell me your name. I, Didal, will never hit unknown people."
"Mort City, Chris."
The dragon roared out of its sheath with a "clang" sound.
And Didal took out a broad, broad knife.
There were bursts of whistles from the audience.
"We can't wait, let's get started!"
Didal shouted loudly, holding the broadsword tightly with both hands, the blade was filled with silver fighting spirit, and he slashed hard.
Chris quickly blocked with his sword.
"clang!"
Sparks flew and Chris was forced to take a few steps back.
Didal, on the other hand, withdrew the blade and swept forward in the opposite direction.
Chris leaned back and avoided the opponent's attack.
Unexpectedly, Didal relied on his own strength to stop the long knife abruptly, and took advantage of the situation and slapped the knife blade down, hitting Chris on the chest.
Chris fell to the ground, saw the long knife slashing at him, and quickly rolled to the side several times.
"That boy, shouldn't he be so vulnerable?"
"It doesn't matter who the opponent is. The Flo City warrior at the top of the third level can still fight even if he encounters a fourth level knight."
"Tsk, tsk, it seems like he can't keep his fiancée."