Astan had sky-blue eyes similar to his granduncle's, long and elegant brown hair, and a handsome face.
The White Knight's grandnephew wore a bluish-purple cloak with silver edges and a silver helmet inlaid with golden wheat ears. A map of the wilderness was drawn on his breastplate with colored glaze. As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted cheers from the crowd.
He waved his arm at the noble girls in the front row, and after a wave of exclamations, he threw a flying kiss. The atmosphere was so warm that it almost melted people.
"How's the defense of this guy's armor?" Danny asked her attendant.
"It's very strong. It's made by a real master blacksmith of Kholor. It has a history of nearly four hundred years. Astan's ancestors have worn it to at least a hundred tournaments," the old man mumbled.
"Then I'm relieved." Danny let out a long sigh of relief, and her eyes became sharp.
After riding back and forth on his track and receiving the cheers and blessings of almost all the women, Count Astan gently pulled down his mask and stood on the other side of the field.
As the referee waved down the small red flag in his right hand, both sides of the competition lowered their spears at the same time. The two horses began to run at full speed, and the audience could feel the temporary stands shaking slightly.
The Count of the Harvest Hall rode on his horse, his body leaning forward. The spear in his hand was as steady as a rock, almost drawing a straight line in the air.
On the other hand, the mysterious knight seemed to be thin. As the horse sped up, his upper body gently swayed with the rhythm of the horse's hooves, and his arms also shook.
The count was overjoyed. He aimed his spear at the exposed side of his waist. But at the moment of contact, the mysterious knight shifted his body. The tip of his spear was deflected by the black bat's wooden shield. But before he could be surprised, "Dong!"
A bell seemed to ring in the field.
Most of the audience almost didn't see what happened. They only saw the Count being hit hard and almost flying backward from his horse, while his horse continued to run forward.
Clang! The Count flew five or six meters away, and finally landed on the ground with his head down and his legs floating up. The violent sound made the audience gasp.
Fortunately, the old knight did not lie. His family's ancestral iron armor was indeed of good quality. Even on the soft yellow ground, the Count of the Harvest Hall's helmet was dented, but he did not faint.
After struggling a few times like a tortoise, he got up on his own and waved to the audience on both sides. The audience immediately cheered wildly for him.
But that guy was also a gentleman. He didn't delay for long. After catching his breath, he immediately led his horse to Danny's side. He gracefully bowed to her, took off his iron lobster gloves, and handed them to the winner: "This is my ancestral armor. How about redeeming it for 5 gold royals?"
Dani nodded and handed the gloves back to him.
Five gold royals was very reasonable. In the previous five matches, she had also won five sets of scrap metal. The lowest price was 200 copper coins, so she happily let the mercenary knights redeem them.
When the Count of the Harvest Hall's attendant pulled Barristan aside to pay, Danny rode her horse and swaggered around the venue. Everyone was happy to cheer for the winner.
The little girls cheered wildly. Even Leah, who was wearing a crown on the rostrum, stood by the fence and applauded the thin little knight.
"My Lady, it's a big harvest! The others don't think highly of you. You won 25 out of 100 gold royals. "On the way back, the old man said happily.
"You said that they don't think highly of me, but isn't the ratio a bit low? It's not even 1: 1. "Danny was puzzled.
"Sigh, my Lady, although you're only one person, you bet a lot of gold royals, and a hundred gold royals. It's too big. The casino adjusts the profit ratio according to the total bet of both sides. You won hundreds of gamblers alone! "
"Since I've earned dozens of gold royals, I have to find a way to spend them." Danny touched her chin and began to whisper to the old knight.
"This …" Barristan's old face twisted into a ball. "Isn't it too ostentatious?"
"Look at your grandnephew. Even a loser dares to be so ostentatious."
It was another noisy night of banquets. The elimination round was only completed on the morning of the second day. There were only 110 contestants left. The final elimination round would be held in the afternoon.
Yes, when there were only 55 contestants left, the final ceremony would be held — the fight for the title of "Queen of Love and Beauty."
The closer it was to the final, the more intense the competition was. There were also more people who came to watch the competition.
That afternoon, in the shadow of the rostrum's pure white canopy, there were even four or five professors wearing long chains.
"I didn't expect the professors from the City of Knowledge to come here personally. They want to record the competition!" Someone exclaimed.
"They also know that Tiemin's crisis has been resolved. They came out to celebrate the victory with everyone."
"Let's celebrate together!"
The professors would witness the legends and record them. They would write the history books. Even if the other party wasn't a legend, as long as they wrote a legend and spread it through the storybooks, the knights would also become legends a thousand years later.
Therefore, the following knights became more and more ostentatious. Every time they appeared, they would flirt and play all kinds of tricks. For example, they would throw rose petals, spray perfume on their cloaks, find a craftsman to paint their armor in seven colors …
There were even knights who recited poems loudly as they competed. There was even a minstrel who played a melodious harp for them.
Such a grand scene naturally caused the audience to be excited. Waves of cheers came one after another.
After a competition, the emcee shouted, "Count of Bright Water City, Garland Tyrell!"
Garland was riding a white horse with a silver mane. He was still wearing the incomparably gorgeous silver armor. Under the afternoon sun, the armor reflected a dazzling silver light. However, he had changed his cloak.
The cloak on the count's shoulders was heavy. There were hundreds of golden roses and a circle of emerald olive branches sewn on it. Wherever he went, there was an intoxicating fragrance. The crowd was stirred up again.
"Garland, Garland!" The girls blushed and shouted crazily for "Prince Charming".
"Isn't he learning from his younger brother, the Knight of Flowers?" Some of the nobles muttered unhappily.
On the rostrum, a smiling Baylor said to Professor Perestan beside him, "At this moment, half of the women here want to be in Count Garland's bed. All the men want to take his place. Garland is the most legendary knight in this tournament."
Perestan was a history professor. His "Historical Research" was the greatest historical work in the City of Knowledge in the past hundred years.
"Not bad, not bad." The old professor narrowed his eyes and nodded in satisfaction. "I'm sure that Professor Garland will definitely leave a deep mark in the 'Legends of Knights.'"
After receiving the old professor's vague promise, Baylor was overjoyed. He immediately said a few hundred lines of "Professor's work is truly the masterpiece of historians" — he was also one of the contestants!
The emcee also gave Garland Tyrell plenty of time to show off. He waited until he circled the arena twice and stood still on the west side before shouting, "Mysterious knight, Batman."
Suddenly, the low sound of a cello rang out from the east side of Rose Avenue. Almost instantly, violins, trumpets, and saxophones followed. The music reached its peak almost instantly. It was majestic and shocking, and the rhythm was undulating. Just by listening to the ensemble, it was as if everyone was walking step by step onto an iron throne and giving orders to the seven dukes, hundreds of counts, and marquises kneeling below.
The source of the symphony gradually approached the arena. The spectators outside made way for them in a daze. A knight attendant in dirty black armor led a black horse in front. Behind him was a roofless palanquin carried by eight people.
Sitting lazily on the palanquin was a knight in black armor with one leg crossed over the other. Looking at the black bat emblem on his chest, wasn't it Batman?
Everyone was dumbstruck. The eight sedan bearers were all young girls with blonde hair and blue eyes. They all wore the same white dress with floral patterns. There were also four young girls with black hair and black eyes in blue dresses at the front and back of the sedan. Each of them had a face like a hibiscus and a smile like a flower.
Carrying flower baskets, they scattered red roses, white peonies, golden tulips, blue chrysanthemums, and other colorful petals around them with every step they took.
After the palanquin passed by, there was another strange palanquin carried by sixteen people.
Sixteen shirtless men with golden ribbons around their waists were carrying a wooden platform with a fence. It was nearly twenty square meters wide. On it were either sitting or standing twelve musicians. There were cellos, violins, trumpets, harps, snare drums, saxophones, clarinets …
The majestic symphony came from this wooden platform.
The music was loud and clear, and the entire arena was silent. The jaws of the thousands of spectators dropped to the ground, and their eyes popped out of their sockets. They were so shocked that they lost the ability to speak and think.
When the song "Game of Thrones" came to an end, the old knight pulled the black horse five meters in front of the palanquin.
The four flower-throwing girls in front retreated to the sides, leaving an empty space. Then, four blue-haired girls in red robes carried over four colored stools and placed them evenly between the horse and the mysterious knight. Each stool was about 1.2 meters apart.
As soon as the stools were placed, the tune immediately changed.
It was a little strange, unlike the local Westeros music. It was obviously exotic. But the rhythm was lively and elegant, and it had the carefree feeling of "riding a horse and brandishing a whip in the martial world."
Well, to put it simply, it had changed from the theme song of the game of thrones to the debut song of the leader of the division. It was not the leader of the "Iron Blood Youths" (Ma Ninger) who pretended to be pretentious, but the leader of Fang Shiyu who successfully pretended to be pretentious.
When the music reached its climax, the mysterious knight, who was lying on the soft couch, suddenly stood up. Following the rhythm, he strode over, almost as if he was flying. He stepped on four stools in succession, crossed a distance of five meters, and finally jumped onto the horse's back.
His armor was heavy, and the stools creaked when he stepped on them. But the whole movement was light and elegant, as if he was treading water, giving people a sense of fluency that was harmonious with the music.
When he stepped onto the saddle, the symphony on the wooden platform suddenly stopped.
The afternoon sun shone on the ground. The arena of thousands of people was so quiet that only the sound of eyeballs rolling on the ground could be heard — if there really was one.
After watching the whole process of the mysterious knight stepping on the four colored stools, Count Garland's face flushed red. He wanted to tear off the flower cloak behind him immediately.
Because the four round stools made of rattan were filled with green olive branches, golden roses, blue forget-me-nots, and red spider lilies.
Others stepped on them, but he proudly draped them behind his back. This …
In the "Honey Wine River Pretentious Contest" in the old town, Danny swept the field and bravely won first place — even if most of the contestants had not appeared yet.
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