In the corner of the Tomorrow Tavern, a group of residents of Muxi Town gathered together to discuss a recent major event in the Papal Kingdom.
"Thirty-three students of the Royal Academy were burned on the stake by the Inquisition just a week ago..." A man dressed as a businessman recounted what he saw and heard: "The crime they were convicted of was propaganda.
Pagan heresy. On the day of the execution, not only the royal families of several surrounding countries were invited to watch, but the church also changed the punishment from burning to burning in order to enhance the deterrent effect. The students were roasted in the warm fire for a full hour before they were killed.
Eventually died..."
"Oh my God! It's so miserable!"
"It's simply tragic..."
Someone added: "I heard that many of the students who were burned to death this time were the children of nobles. The secular royal family was at odds with the church because of this matter?"
After hearing this, the narrator sighed deeply: "In the end, it was not the church that had the upper hand. Thirty-three students were burned to death at a young age. In the final analysis, it was not because the church was too powerful...
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Before he finished speaking, someone in the crowd hurriedly reminded: "Watch your words, pay attention to your words! Muxi Town is the territory of the church, and the knights here are also the army of the church, not to mention that the Holy Son is a saint in the official documents of the church."
When Todd was mentioned, everyone fell silent. People here can criticize the church's actions, but no one will criticize the Holy Son. Everyone understands that in such a war-torn world, Twilight, as a place of gospel,
Who is responsible for the establishment of Xizhen?
"A bunch of cowards!"
A gentle but firm voice sounded in the tavern.
The surprised people looked around and saw a knight wearing women's uniform sitting at the table in the back. His delicate and beautiful face was full of sadness and resentment. From the empty wine bottles placed on the table, and
Judging from the knight's flushed face, she had been drinking alone there for a long time, and she might have been drunk.
"It's Lord Dion of the Arbitration Tribunal..." Someone recognized the knight's identity and lowered his voice and said: "I heard that one of the people burned to death this time was his brother, and there were many others.
He was his good friend when he was a student."
Hearing such a tragedy, people also had three points of understanding and seven points of sympathy for Dion's rude words. Everyone turned their heads and tried their best not to pay attention to this beautiful knight, but instead led the topic to other things.
However, Dion, who had already been drunk for a long time, pushed away the bottle in front of him, stood up staggeringly, with drunken eyes on his cheeks that were as fresh as peach blossoms, and said loudly again: "Cover up your feelings with cruelty and ruthlessness.
Ignorance and fear! The supreme church is just a bunch of thugs who hide in the dark and only know how to harm the weak!"
In Muxi Town, no one would dare to talk to him if he said such a thing.
Dion pointed his finger at everyone in the tavern, with disdain on his face: "Look at you, for the sake of wealth and comfort, you don't dare to speak openly, you only hide and whisper, aren't you cowards?"
After hearing this, more and more people couldn't bear it anymore and loudly refuted this view.
After listening to everyone's words, Dion laughed: "Because the land under your feet belongs to the church, and because the Supreme Son is authorized by the Pope, so you are afraid that resisting will make you lose everything?! Listen, why is the church so confident? It's because there is
You are such cowards just because you have the support of the Holy Son!"
The quarrel in the tavern was getting louder and louder, and people were getting excited. If it weren't for the concern that Dion might be a woman and the arbiter of Muxi Town, it might have turned into a fight.
In the end, Wilder, who was once a knight guarding the Keep and is now the defense officer of the Duxi Knights, stood up from the crowd and said: "Knight Dion, please pay attention to your words. If you must accuse us because of the church's
I am speechless. But if you want to blame this debt on the head of the Grand Master, then I will have to use the sword in my hand to defend the honor of the Knights!"
"A duel?" Dion stood up straight, his petite figure surprisingly exuding a huge aura: "It's just what I want. If I can explain things clearly with a sword, dialogue is undoubtedly a waste of time!"
The owner of the tavern seemed to be used to this kind of thing. The tables and chairs were moved to the corners, the debris was cleared away, and a huge open space was opened in the center of the tavern.
"Place your bets! Place your bets!" The handicap for the duel was quickly set up, and the empty box containing the bets was quickly filled with coins. Although Muxi Town explicitly prohibited gambling, it did not place bets on duels.
But he didn't ask.
The meddlesome people quickly brought the news of the duel out of the tavern and spread it throughout half of Muxi Town. More and more people gathered in the tavern, gradually blocking the entire commercial street.
After all preparations were completed, the duel officially began with the sound of the hammering of the iron plate. Dion chose the thin stabbing sword that he was good at, while Knight Wilder used a standard sword and shield combination.
Twice as many lights as usual were placed in the tavern, and the onlookers let out shouts that were enough to knock off the roof. The spectators waved their fists and knocked on the tables and walls with everything they could find.
Wilder raised his shield and approached Dion in small steps. He watched the opponent lower his hands to the ground, as if he didn't care at all. As he became increasingly angry, he took a step forward and slammed the shield towards him.
opponent.
This attack evolved from the battle, and there was nothing fancy about it. It was completely a standard attack posture in combat. To everyone's surprise, the attack failed.
Knight Dion has a petite stature and short height. These unfavorable factors in battle have been turned into his advantages.
Beside the shield and under the sword, Dion could always find a gap suitable for his size, dodging Wilder's every attack. A stabbing sword blocked all possible movements, forcing the opponent to only move at the extreme.
Moving around in small circles.
Wilder had fought countless battles with the barbarians at the Keep and experienced many storms, but tonight's duel was the most frustrating battle for him. The knight opposite him, who looked even more beautiful than an ordinary woman, no matter what
Whether it was movement or swordsmanship, it was a model for martial arts textbooks. The most important thing was that he could clearly feel that the opponent had not used his true strength until now, and was treating the duel with a slapstick attitude!
"What the hell! No more fighting! No more fighting!" Wilder, who was losing confidence the more he fought, yelled, threw away the sword and shield in his hand, and sat on the ground in despair.
Due to the evaporation of alcohol and strenuous exercise, Dion had beads of sweat on his forehead. He put away his rapier, looked down at Wilder, raised his chin and said, "I won."
Then he looked around the audience and raised his head: "You men who always talk about force all day long, who else wants to taste the taste of defeat?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the elders were unhappy.
Sergeants, soldiers, foreign warriors, and some people who were confident in their martial arts all stood up and asked to fight Dieng to defend the dignity of men.
Looking at the dark crowd in front of me.
Dion picked up his rapier and walked to the door of the tavern with a smile. He stimulated the nerves of these challengers with his disdainful eyes and provocative gestures: "It's too troublesome to fight them one by one. It doesn't matter if they are ten or twenty. Let's work together."
Come on!"
The onlookers were silent when they heard Dion's words.
Is this person crazy?! One person wants to challenge dozens of people?!
Drawing a trace of light with an afterimage in the air, Dion said again: "Didn't you hear what I said? Pick up your weapons and let me see if you men are just superficial.
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The challengers were completely angry, all kinds of weapons were distributed to everyone, and the battlefield moved from the tavern to the commercial street.
Under the cold moonlight, bustling crowds, hundreds of people gathered on this commercial street. A swordsman wearing white women's casual clothes, holding the skirt of his skirt in one hand, and holding a rapier in the other. Standing opposite him
There are twenty-nine opponents, including spears, swords, and axes.
Dion slowly raised his rapier, pointed it at the sky, and said in an ethereal voice: "Let's get started."
The eyes of everyone watching were dazzled as a white silhouette, accompanied by sword light, fought with the challenger under the moonlight.
It is hard to imagine that an eighty-centimeter sword can actually complete so many actions, stabbing, picking, chopping, and returning. The impact point of each attack is exactly on the enemy's weak points, such as the eyes and throat.
Wrist, more and more challengers lost combat effectiveness and withdrew from the battle.
"Is he a man or a woman?" A resident asked unconsciously while watching the wonderful battle on the street.
Someone answered his question: "Does it matter whether he is a man or a woman? I only know that his swordsmanship is enough to be called a sword master!"
In the blink of an eye, twenty-nine opponents were defeated by Dion's sword. The knight dressed in women's clothing was panting heavily and his head was covered with sweat, but his face was filled with joy and excitement.
Dion raised his sword high above his head, and a breeze blew by, scattering this declaration of victory into the sea of cheering people.
Someone sniffed hard and asked his companion: "Did you smell a very fragrant smell?"
His companion did not answer this question, but looked at Dion's elegant and beautiful figure in fascination, and murmured to himself: "I think I have fallen in love with this knight..."
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The next morning, Alfonso was counting supplies and weapons at the Knights headquarters. Listening to others discussing yesterday's duel, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Where is Wilder? He should be here now to hand over defense work to me.
That’s right, where are the others?”
A subordinate replied: "Sir Alfonso, the defense officer has not reported to the headquarters today. Someone saw him at the door of the arbitration tribunal."
"Arbitration Tribunal? If he doesn't come to work at the headquarters, why would he go there?!" Alfonso put down the list in his hand with a look of confusion on his face.
"My lord! My lord! It's not good! Something happened!"
Alfonso frowned and looked at a soldier, shouting and stumbling over.
The soldier pointed to the door and said breathlessly: "More than two hundred people gathered outside the Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal. No matter how hard they disperse, it's useless!"
Alfonso was stunned and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?! Is it because the arbitration is unfair?"
The soldier shook his head. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. He held it in for a long time and finally said something.
It seems that those people are all going to woo Lord Dion...