Lord of the Oasis

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

"It's a pity." His tone was still a little lost, but he raised his head and smiled and said, "Although I don't know the Silver Light Knights, I still have the help of others." After a pause, Kant also said in a firm tone, if he pointed, "I think they are no less than the Silver Light Knights."

Baron Dylan swept across the corner of the viewing platform on the city wall.

10 Salander riders were standing there smiling and talking.

It is a self-contained system, forming a circle of rejection from outsiders. Even if there are landowners and businessmen who bring their children to try their luck, they are turned down after a few chats.

It didn't take long for all the businessmen to know that these seemingly gentle but actually cold riders were not so easy to approach.

Baron Dylan understood.

The forces mentioned by Kant, as well as these 10 Salander riders who had clearly experienced knight training, were substituted into the forces that Princess Sophia had left behind, smiling slightly, with deep fear in their eyes, and at the same time with a few words. Fanatical.

If he can return to the hidden forces.

and replace it.

There may be a place for him in the entire lion principality!

It is precisely because Baron Dylan was born in the forces brought by Princess Sophia that she knew that Princess Sophia, who had gathered half the power of the Silver Plate Kingdom, actually wanted to overthrow the Principality of Lions and control the political situation of the Principality of Lions. Who, truly, has the power to change the status quo in this country!

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

After learning about this situation, Baron Dylan was even more eager for Kant.

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

Kant is like an ignorant foolish white sweet, calling out to Uncle Dylan, kind and sincere, as if he really regards the baron as the only person he can rely on at the moment.

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

Two worlds.

Kant is not a stupid fool.

While the two were still talking, the competitive conference below finally began.

The chubby butler walked over quickly, holding a parchment scroll in his hand, with dense text written on it with a quill pen, and handed it to Baron Dylan, reporting: "My lord, everything is ready, it is started by the gentleman's family. The children do it first, and it is a competitive viewing session that will first mention the nature of the competition.”

"Just look at the arrangement," Baron Dylan waved, not taking the parchment.

Instead, looking at the chubby butler who had followed him for many years, he also commanded him solemnly: "Don't embarrass me, this is an athletic conference held to welcome the arrival of Xiao Kangde, I may be angry if something goes wrong."

"Absolutely not!" Cold sweat broke out on the butler's fat face immediately.

"Hmph, that's good." Baron Dylan's expression softened slightly.

With arrangement.

Many merchants and children of landlords on the viewing platform left quickly, walked down the city wall along the stairs, put on weapons and equipment for competition, walked side by side to the square, and respectfully greeted Baron Dylan's position.

And Baron Dylan also waved slightly, signaling the competition to start first.

The crowd below suddenly cheered.

These athletes wearing leather armor and holding wooden spears, wooden shields, and wooden swords quickly formed a group. As many people moved around, it could be seen that there were 20 people in two teams fighting each other. The simulation is an attack in terms of military formations.

For a while, everyone came and went, and it seemed quite lively.

And the civilians below also gave out a thunderous cheer, which made the atmosphere quickly ignited.

This kind of athletic meeting is one of their few grand banquets.

Baron Dylan also expressed satisfaction, turned his head with a smile and praised Kant: "These children are the sons of merchants and landowners. It seems that in a few years, they will become experienced warriors.

If someone has strong awareness and training, it is possible to become a knight attendant, I am very optimistic about them. "

"I think they are very good." Kant also nodded in agreement.

"These are all good boys." Baron Dylan nodded complacently.

However, in Kant's eyes, the group of guys below were huddled back and forth, and after a while, they dispersed to find their opponents for a single-player PK, which was not interesting at all.

Not to mention the blockbusters of the previous life, compared to the competitive conference of the Lion Castle, they are far behind, and they are not on the same level at all.

He turned his head to look at the businessmen and landlords around him.

In addition to those vassal knights, they are all watching with relish.

Frowning slightly, Kant couldn't see that these young people below had any fighting skills. They were just slashing with wooden swords, poking each other with wooden spears, and occasionally hitting twice with shields, as if they were children playing at home.

However, his face did not show it, and he was still quite enthusiastic.

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

The vanquished leaves.

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

The civilians below burst into enthusiastic cheers. Even on the viewing platform, many businessmen and landlords were chatting excitedly, talking about the actions of their children just now. Of course, the families of those who were defeated deliberately did not mention this topic with a suppressed face. .

Defeat is not very acceptable.

Baron Dylan spoke at this time.

Sweeping over the merchants and landlords, he smiled: "Reward each of the winners with a large silver coin."

"Thanks to the gracious Baron Dylan!"

Suddenly there was a smile on someone's face, and they hurriedly saluted him.

Some had bitter smiles on their faces.

It was clearly the family of the victor who was happy, and the family of the vanquished who smiled bitterly.

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

"Thanks to the merciful Baron Kant!"

Those businessmen and landowners with bitter faces also showed a bit of joy, and they directly bowed to Baron Dylan and Kant to thank them. This kind of comfort is also not cheap, and they are quite satisfied. The most important thing is to estimate To save their face, they will not lose too clean because of failure.

"Uncle Dylan, you are too generous." Kant also bowed his head and thanked him.

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

Baron Dylan smiled complacently, shook his head and said, "Don't care too much, little 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 head in thanks.

The performance is like a young noble who is deeply moved.

If you don't have any scheming, and you don't have any wrists, if you're a little nice to him, you'll dare to be honest with you.

The plaza below was full of people.

Two more teams of competitors appeared, still those young people, but they were all newcomers, and they continued to mingle in a mess. Kant was very speechless when he saw it, but he still had a smile on his face.

The winners of the last 2 teams will conduct PK again to determine the final winning team.

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

The civilians below are extremely excited even if they are watching the fun.

The competition is at its climax.

At this time, the butler also came over and said with a smile: "Lord Dylan, it's time for the knights to compete, and it must be very exciting."

This is the real climax part.

The vassal knights with actual combat experience compete and are more meaningful to watch.

"Okay." Baron Dylan said with a smile.

However, he also thought of something, turned his head to Kant and said: "My knights already know their level, it's better to let your guards help together."

"My guards?" Kant was stunned.

"That's right." Baron Dylan said with a smile: "You brought 40 guards, and you can choose 20 people to form two teams."

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

"There's nothing wrong with what I said." Baron Dylan patted Kant's shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly: "Look at your guards, all of them are strong and strong, and they are more than enough to be knights and attendants. When playing, not fighting on the battlefield."

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

"This competition will be even more exciting." Baron Dylan smiled complacently.

Following the order.

The 20 Salander riders who were still waiting under the city walls were immediately transferred to the arena outside. They also changed their leather armor, wooden swords, wooden spears, and wooden shields, but it was just a matter of their sturdy appearance and the aura of walking. Just know that the children of the merchants and landlords in the past are simply not comparable.

The real elite soldiers, even the civilians below, can see it.

Cheers are better.

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

The 20 vassal knights also formed 2 teams. They were gearing up for each other. Looking at the Salander riders, they seemed to want to teach this group of foreigners a lesson. .

But the Salander rider remained indifferent, unmoved at all.

This made the vassal knights a little angry.

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

One by one, they whispered and whispered that they must look good on these guys later.

"A team of escorts from Lord Kant will compete with a team of cavalry from Stone Pass!"

On the viewing platform of the city wall, there are servants shouting the rules.

The voice is loud enough that even the civilians below can hear it clearly: "It is not allowed to cause fatal injuries, and it is not allowed to cause injuries with serious sequelae. The competition is mainly based on competition, and it must not be regarded as fighting on the battlefield. I hope you can understand! "

"Understood." The 20 Salander riders replied calmly.

"Don't talk too much, let's get started!"

But those knights were a little impatient, their status was higher than these servants.

Therefore, the tone is not polite.

Seeing this, Baron Dylan frowned slightly.

However, he said to Kant with a chuckle: "Your guards are really good, just like well-trained knights. Compared with my vassals, the gap is really too big. They are like real noble knights and a group of wandering knights."