Kant swallowed his saliva and said, "A knight order led by 10 grand knights."
"What a pity.", his tone was still a little disappointed, but he raised his head and smiled. "Although I don't know about the silver light knights, I still have the help of others." After a pause, Kant's tone was still firm, he expressed his thought , "I think they are not inferior to the silver light knights."
Baron Dylan glanced at a corner of the viewing platform on the city wall.
Ten Sarrandian horsemen were standing there and talking happily.
It was like they formed a self-organized system, a circle that rejected outsiders. Even if there were landlords and merchants wanted to take their children to try their luck, they were rejected after a few words.
Before long, all the merchants knew that these seemingly gentle but actually cold horsemen were not so easy to get close to.
Baron Dylan understood in his heart.
He would replace the forces Kant had mentioned, as well as the ten Sarrandian horsemen who had obviously been trained by knights, into the forces left behind by Princess Sofia. He smiled lightly and his eyes were filled with fear and craze.
If he could return to the hidden forces.
And replace them.
Perhaps he would have his place in the entire dukedom of Leo!
It was precisely because Baron Dylan was one of the forces that Princess Sofia had brought back then, he knew the true intention of Princess Sofia was to subvert and control the political situation of the Dukedom of Leo. In fact, after gathering small half of the Silver Platter Kingdom forces, she was truly capable of changing the current situation of this country!
Or rather, they had the power to subvert the entire country!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})After understanding this situation, Baron Dylan became even more passionate towards Kant.
However, he could not hide the greed in the depths of his eyes.
In Baron Dylan's eyes, Kant was just like a silly and sweet little child who knew nothing. He called him Uncle Dylan friendly and sincerely, as if he truly regarded this baron as the only person he could rely on at the moment.
However, there was an imperceptible mockery in Kant's smile.
He had lived two lives.
Kant was not a fool.
Just as the two of them were still talking, the tournament below finally began.
The chubby butler walked over quickly with a sheepskin scroll in his hand. On it, there were dense words written with a quill pen. He handed it to Baron Dylan, and reported, "Lord, everything is ready. The children of the gentries' family will start first. It was the first part of the tournament segment to warm up the audience."
"Just make the arrangements.", Baron Dylan waved his hand and did not take the sheepskin scroll.
Instead, he looked at the chubby butler, who had followed him for many years. He solemnly instructed him, "Don't embarrass me. This is a competition held to welcome little Kant. If anything goes wrong, I will be angry."
"Absolutely not!", the chubby butler immediately broke out in cold sweat.
"Hmph, that's good.", Baron Dylan's expression softened slightly.
Following the arrangements.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})Many merchants and children of the landlords on the viewing platform quickly left. They walked down the stairs to the city wall and changed into their weapons and equipment for the tournament. They walked side by side to the square and respectfully greeted Baron Dylan.
Baron Dylan also waved his hand slightly, indicating that the tournament would start first.
The crowds below immediately cheered.
These competitors were wearing leather armor and holding wooden spears, shields, and swords. They quickly broke out into fight. As many competitors moved around, it could be seen that there were two teams of twenty competitors fighting each other. It seemed like they were simulating the attack of the military formation.
They fought back and forth, it looked quite hot-blooded.
The civilians below also let out deafening cheers, which quickly ignited the atmosphere.
This kind of tournament was one of the few grand banquets they had.
Baron Dylan also expressed his satisfaction, he smiled and turned to Kant and praised, "These children are the sons of merchants and landlords. It seems that in a few years, they will become experienced warriors. If some of them have strong awareness and training, they can even become knights' attendants. I think highly of them."
"I think they are very good.", Kant nodded in agreement.
"These are all very good young men.", Baron Dylan nodded proudly.
However, in Kant's eyes, these competitors below were fighting back and forth in groups, and then they scattered to find another opponents to fight one-on-one after a short while. There was no entertainment at all.
It was far inferior to the competition in Castle of Leo, not to mention the blockbuster in his previous life. They were not on the same level at all.
He turned his head and looked at the merchants and landlords around him. As well as those vassal knights, they were all watching with great interest.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})With a slight frown, Kant could not tell what battle techniques these young people had. They were simply chopping each other with wooden swords and stabbing each other with wooden spears. Occasionally, they would hit each other with shield strikes. It was as if they were children playing house.
However, he did not show it on his face. He was still pretended to be quite enthusiastic.
Soon, as a certain team was defeated, the battle was paused for a moment.
The losers left the arena.
The winners raised their head arrogantly and stood on the arena to show their victory.
The civilians below burst into enthusiastic cheers. Even on the viewing platform, many merchants and landlords were talking excitedly about their children's actions just now. Of course, the families of the defeated deliberately did not speak a word.
Losing the battle was not something that people were willing to accept.
At this moment, Baron Dylan opened his mouth.
He swept his gaze over the merchants and landlords and smiled. "The winners will be rewarded with one great silver coin each."
"Thank you, the kind Baron Dylan!"
Immediately, there were people with smiles on their faces who quickly bowed to him.
Some people had bitter smiles on their faces.
Obviously, they were happy to be the family members of the victors. The ones with bitter smiles were the family members of the defeated.
In response to this, Baron Dylan continued to smile. At the same time, he continued, "In the name of little Kant, give the defeated a reward of 50 small silver coins as a reward for their unyielding performance in the arena!"
"Thank you, kind Baron Kant!"
The merchants and landlords who had bitter expressions on their faces before immediately revealed a joyful look. They immediately bowed to Baron Dylan and Kant to express their gratitude. The consolation prize was not low, and they were quite satisfied. The most important thing was that they would not lose their faces too much because of failure.
"Uncle Dylan, you are too generous.", Kant also bowed his head to express his gratitude. After all, these small silver coins were given to those people in his name.
Baron Dylan smiled proudly and shook his head. "Don't care too much, Little Kant. As long as you are in my estate, then it will be just like your home, as long as you are happy."
Kant continued to lower his head to express his gratitude.
He acted like a young noble who was deeply touched, as if he did not have any schemes or tricks. If one treated him better, he would willing to open his heart.
The square below was filled with people.
Another two teams of competitors appeared. It was still those young people, but they were all new players. They continued to fight in a mess. Kant was speechless, but he still had a smile on his face.
The winners of the last two teams continued to fight to determine the final winning team.
This time, Baron Dylan was very generous. He had rewarded each of them with five great silver coins. It was almost equal to the income of these merchants and landlords for many months. The cheers became louder and louder.
The commoners below were extremely excited even if they were just watching the show.
The competition reached its climax.
At this moment, the butler walked over and said with a smile, "Lord Dylan, it's time for the knights to compete. I think it will be very exciting."
This was the real climax.
The vassal knights who had actual combat experience would be more fun to watch.
"Okay.", said Baron Dylan with a smile.
However, he also thought of something and turned to Kant. "My knights already know their level. Why don't you ask your guards to go as well?"
"My guards?", Kant was slightly stunned.
"That's right,", said Baron Dylan with a smile. "You brought 40 guards with you, so you can definitely select 20 people to form two teams."
Kant lowered his head apologetically. "That's not very good."
"There's nothing bad about it. I said it.", Baron Dylan smiled and patted Kant on the shoulder, he said earnestly, "Look at your guards. They are all strong and fit. They are more than enough to be knights' attendants. They can also play in the tournament, not fight on the battlefield."
"Then... Okay.", Kant nodded.
"This tournament will be even more exciting.", Baron Dylan smiled happily.
As the order was given.
The 20 Sarrandian horsemen, who were still waiting under the city wall, were immediately transferred to the arena outside. They also changed into leather armor, wooden swords, wooden spears, and wooden shields. However, just by looking at their robust appearance and the imposing manner when they walked, one could tell that they were not at the same level as the children of the merchants and the landlords.
The true elite warriors, even the civilians below could see it.
The cheers were even louder.
At the same time, the vassal knights from the Stone Pass also appeared.
The 20 vassal knights also formed two teams, each of them rubbing their fists and palms. Looking at the Sarrandian horsemen, it seemed like they wanted to teach this group of outsiders a lesson. They all looked over provocatively, winking at each other, wanting to provoke the other party.
However, the Sarrandian horseman's face remained cold and calm.
This made the vassal knights a little angry.
Provoking the other party, but the other party completely ignored you. It was like they were looking down on you.
One by one, they whispered to each other, saying in a low voice that they would definitely teach these guys a lesson later.
"The first team of guards from Lord Kant will compete with the first team of cavalry from the Stone Pass !"
A servant on the viewing platform of the city wall loudly announced the rules.
His voice was loud and clear, and even the civilians below could hear him clearly. "You are not allowed to cause fatal injuries, and you are not allowed to make serious injuries that cause sequela. The tournament is based on the competition, and it can not be treated as a battle on the battlefield. I hope you can understand!"
"Understood.", the 20 Sarrandian horseman calmly replied.
"Don't be long-winded. Let's begin!"
However, the knights were a little impatient. Their status was higher than these servants.
Thus, their tone was not polite at all.
Seeing this, Baron Dylan frowned slightly.
However, he still smiled and said to Kant, "Your guards are really not bad. They are just like well-trained knights. Compared to my vassals, the difference is really too big. They are more like a real noble knight and a group of wandering knight."
