Lord of the Oasis

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Kant swallowed slightly: "The Knights led by 10 great knights."

"This is a pity." His tone still seemed slightly lost, but he raised his head and smiled: "Although I don't know the Silver Knights, I still have the help of others." Kant was firm in his tone, and pointedly said: "I think they are no less than the Silver Knights."

Baron Dylan swept across the corner of the observation deck of the city wall.

Ten Sarande riders are standing and talking while smiling.

Self-contained system, vaguely formed a circle repulsed from outsiders, even if there are landlords and businessmen with their children intend to try their luck in the past, after a few words were rejected.

Not long after, all businessmen knew that these seemingly gentle, actually cold riders were not so accessible.

Baron Dylan knew.

Substitute Kant’s forces and the 10 Sarande riders who have obviously experienced the training of knights into the forces left by Princess Sofia, smiling slightly, with deep fear in his eyes, and also with a few Fanatic.

If he could return to that lurking force.

And replace it.

The entire male lion may have his place!

It was precisely because Baron Dylan was born in the power that Princess Sofia had originally brought, so I learned that, after gathering the power of half of the Silver Plate Kingdom, I actually wanted to overthrow the Principality of the Lion and control the political situation of the Principality of the Lion. All, really, have the ability to change the status quo of this country!

In other words, it has the power to overwrite the country!

After understanding this situation, Baron Dylan was keen on Kant.

But he couldn't hide the greed deep in his eyes.

Kant was like a silly, ignorant, screaming uncle Dylan, kind and sincere, as if he really regarded the baron as the only object he could currently rely on.

But there was almost imperceptible sarcasm in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two worlds are human.

Kant is not a stupid fool.

While the two were still talking, the bottom athletic meeting finally began.

The chubby butler walked quickly, holding a roll of sheepskin, with dense writing written with a quill pen, and handing it to Baron Dylan, the report said: "Adults, they are all ready, started by the gentleman family The children will start first, it will be the first time for everyone to mention the nature of the competition."

"You just look at the arrangement," Baron Dylan waved his hand without taking the sheepskin roll.

Instead, looking at this chubby butler, following him for many years, he also commanded him abruptly: "Don’t embarrass me, this is a sports meeting held to welcome the arrival of Xiao Kant, I will be angry if something goes wrong."

"Absolutely not!" Cold sweat came down immediately on the fat face of the housekeeper.

"Huh, that's fine." Baron Dylan looked slightly slower.

With the arrangement.

Many businessmen and landlord children on the viewing platform quickly left, followed the stairs down the city wall, put on competitive weapons and equipment, and walked side by side to the square, saluting respectfully towards the position of Baron Dylan.

The Baron Dylan also beckoned slightly, beckoning the competition to start first.

The crowd below immediately cheered.

These athletes in leather armour, armed with wooden spears, wooden shields, and wooden swords, quickly battled together. With the movement of many people, it can be seen that a total of 20 teams of 2 teams are fighting each other. It simulates an attack on the military formation.

For a while, there were people coming and going, and it seemed quite lively.

The civilians underneath also cheered loudly, and the atmosphere was quickly ignited.

This kind of competition is one of their few grand banquets.

Baron Dylan was also satisfied, and turned to Kant with a smile and praised: "These children are the sons of businessmen and landlords. It seems that within a few years, they will become experienced warriors. If someone has a stronger awareness and exercise, Even if you become a knight servant, I am very optimistic about them."

"I think they are very good." Kant nodded and said yes.

"This is a good guy." Baron Dylan nodded complacently.

However, in Kant's eyes, the group of guys beating up and down underneath, and soon afterwards they dispersed to find their respective opponent's single PK, and there was no point of appreciation at all.

Not to mention the blockbuster movies of the previous life, they are far worse than the athletic conference of the Lion Castle. They are not a grade at all.

Turned his head and looked at the merchants and landlords around him.

In addition to those vassal knights, they looked at them with relish.

Slightly frowning, Kant couldn't see. Under these young men, what combat skills existed, it was all about wooden swords chopping, wooden spears poking each other, and occasionally coming under two shield strikes, as if it were a child playing a house.

But he didn't show it on his face, it was still quite enthusiastic.

Soon, as a team was defeated, the competition came to an end temporarily.

The defeated leave.

The winner raised his head proudly and stood on the field to show his victory.

The civilians below burst into warm cheers. Even on the viewing platform, many businessmen and landlords talked excitedly about their children's actions. Of course, the families of the defeated people suppressed their faces and deliberately did not mention this topic. .

The defeat is not so acceptable.

Baron Dylan spoke at this moment.

Sweeping over the merchants and landlords, he smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Reward one big silver coin for each winner."

"Thanks to the benevolent Baron Dylan!"

Suddenly someone smiled on his face, and saluted him quickly.

Some people have bitter smiles on their faces.

Obviously happy to be the family of the winner, smiling bitterly, is the family of the defeated.

Baron Dylan still smiled at this, while continuing: "In the name of Kant, give the loser 50 small silver coins as a reward for their unyielding performance in the arena!"

"Thank you Baron Kant!"

The businessmen and landlords with bitter faces suddenly showed some joy, and they bowed directly to Baron Dylan and Kant. This comfort is also not low in price, and they are also very satisfied. The most important thing is to estimate Their faces will not be too clean due to failure.

"Uncle Dylan, you are too generous." Kant also bowed his thanks.

After all, this is a small silver coin rewarded in his name.

Baron Dylan smiled complacently and shook his head: "Don't care too much, Kant, as long as you are in my territory, then just like your home, as long as you are happy."

Kant continued to bow his thanks.

Acting like a young aristocrat who was deeply moved.

There is no scheming, and even no wrists, a little better for him, and dare to take your heart out of you.

The square below was full of people.

Another two teams of athletes appeared, still those young people, but they were all newcomers, and continued to mess up in a mess, making Kant look speechless in his heart, but there was a smile on his face.

The winners of the last two teams also proceeded to PK to determine the final winning team.

This time, Baron Dylan was very generous. At that time, he rewarded 5 large silver coins per person, which could almost catch up with the income of these merchants and landlords for many months. The cheers suddenly became louder and louder.

The civilians underneath were extremely excited, even if they were watching the excitement.

The competition has reached its climax.

At this time, the butler also came over and said with a smile: "Master Dylan, the next time is for the knights to compete. It must be very exciting."

This is the real climax.

The vassal knights with actual combat experience play sports and are more meaningful in watching.

"Okay." Baron Dylan smiled.

But he also thought of something, turned his head to Kant and said: "I these knights already know their level, it is better to let your guards go to help together."

"My guards?" Kant was stunned.

"Yes," said Baron Dylan with a smile: "You brought 40 guards, and you can draw 20 people to form 2 teams."

Kant bowed his head apologetically: "This is not so good."

"Nothing bad, I said." Baron Dylan smiled and patted Kant's shoulders, and said with a long heart: "The guards who look at you are all strong and strong, and they are more than enough to be knights and servants. When playing, it is not a fight on the battlefield."

"Then...all right." Kant nodded.

"This competition is even more exciting." Baron Dylan smiled complacently.

With the order issued.

The 20 Sarand riders still waiting under the city wall were immediately transferred to the arena outside ~www.readwn.com~ Also changed the leather armor and wooden sword, wooden spear, and wooden shield, but it depends on the strong The appearance and the momentum of walking know that they are not comparable to those of the merchants and landlords.

The true elite warriors, even those civilians underneath, can see it.

Cheers are even better.

At the same time, there were vassal knights from Hard Rock Pass.

Twenty vassal knights also formed two teams, one after another, looking at the Sarand riders. It seemed that they wanted to give this group of foreigners a lesson. .

But the rider of Salander remained cold and unmoved.

This made the vassal knights angry.

To provoke the other party, but the other party ignores you at all, is like contempt.

One by one, they whispered to each other and whispered that they must give these guys good-looking words.

"A team of guards from Lord Kant competes with a team of cavalry at Kenshi Pass!"

A servant shouted the rules on the city wall observation platform.

The voice is loud, even the civilians underneath can hear clearly: "It is not allowed to cause fatal injuries or injuries with serious sequelae. The competition is mainly competition-based, and it must not be used as a fight on the battlefield. I hope you can understand! "

"Understood." The 20 Sarand riders answered calmly.

"Don't be wordy, let's go!"

But the knights were a little impatient, and their identities were nobler than those servants.

So the tone is not polite.

Seeing this, Baron Dylan frowned slightly.

However, he smiled and said to Kant: "Your guard is really good, just like a trained knight. Compared to my vassals, it is really too big. It looks like a real noble knight and a group of wandering knights."