"I also happen to know quite a few methods to awaken my bloodline..."
Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him.
It was clear that if he carefully nurtured her, this little girl would be able to awaken her bloodline and obtain unimaginable power and talent.
"Who would have thought... that I would have to pick up the bloodline power again..."
Even though he had created the Void Shattering Path, which was even more powerful than the bloodline martial path, this universe rejected the power of the Immortal Martial World. Instead, it was the low-level bloodline power that was similar. Wu Ming naturally did not care and picked up his previous research.
"I have the formula, and I know the materials..."
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and stared at Beatrice in front of him. "If you want, I can brew a batch of holy oil at any time... and become a knight!"
Of course, after knowing this, he was not in a hurry.
After all, Beatrice's bloodline was too far away from the Primordial Blood. It was thin and did not have much power.
In fact, he did not even have much interest in the pure blood of Thale the First.
"Primordial Blood - Thale! Where does his power come from? "
Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself. "First try to extract blue blood, then familiarize myself with the concoction method... find the highest level bloodline and use it as a material to become a knight!"
For this kind of bloodline, the purer it was and the closer it was to the origin, the stronger it would be.
If Wu Ming wanted to do something, he would do it to the best of his ability.
And even this was just a record for him to obtain extraordinary power.
"At the same time... I can't let go of clues about arcane masters, wizards, and mages..."
He looked towards Howling City. "This time's Spring Plowing Festival and martial arts competition might have some harvest..."
...
Several months later.
The bitter cold passed, and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.
All of Howling City became even more noisy as it welcomed adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, as well as free knights and wandering knights.
The consequences of the large number of people entering Howling City were immediately displayed.
All of the inns in the city were full! In addition, the prices had increased by several times! All kinds of alcohol, even the lowest quality local wine, were sold out. The prices of meat and vegetables had increased by 50%! The value of a prostitute had doubled, and there was no need to worry about not having any business to do.
Of course, the public security officers were also exhausted from running around. In the end, the Earl of Blue Mountain had no choice but to send a whole group of his warriors to patrol the city. Only then did he barely manage to stop the deterioration of the public security. However, the situation was getting worse by the day. In the city's sewers and sewers, fresh corpses could be found almost every day. Even the people who carried the corpses were having a hard time.
In front of the castle, a few huge tents were set up. Inside the tents were a large number of clerks, who were registering the warriors who had come to participate in the tournament.
"Master, we're here!"
Beatrice pointed at the big tent in front and said in a sweet voice.
After her chronic illness was cured, she looked like a porcelain doll. Every inch of her skin was more delicate than silk and milky white. She was simply a beauty that could bring calamity to a country.
Of course, at this time, she was in a slight disguise, covering her appearance and blue veins. She looked like an elegant and lovely little maid.
"I know, go and queue up!"
Wu Ming did not hesitate to order his female slave around.
According to his bad taste, Beatrice had changed into the maid costume from her previous life. With her delicate face and noble temperament, many burly men could not bear to compete with her. They even glared at Wu Ming.
Wu Ming waited until it was his turn. Only then did he come to Beatrice's side and look at the clerk in front of him.
"Report your name, place of birth, and pay a fee of 20 Thales!"
The clerk in front of him was an old man in his forties or fifties. He spoke in a mechanical tone.
"William! A freeman from the small town of Nia! "
Wu Ming replied and handed over a small bag of silver Thales.
"Another guy who dreams of becoming a knight …"
The clerk sighed and quickly registered Wu Ming. "Take your number plate and wait for the notice of the tournament … Warning, there are no restrictions in this tournament. Disability and death are very common!"
"Also, you are only one person, so you can only participate in the single match! You need to prepare your own weapon and horse … As for the armor? "
He looked up and down at Wu Ming. "If you can successfully enter the top eight, you might need it. However, our benevolent Lord Count will provide armor rental services. The fee is quite low, just one Gold Delong and the repair fee …"
"Got it!"
Wu Ming took the number plate and saw that there was a simple record of his personal information. There was also a row of numbers in the Wind Firefly Plains marked with the number 267.
"It seems that the competition this time will be quite fierce …"
He sighed in his heart.
After all, in this ignorant world where there was almost no hope, there were too few opportunities for lower-class people to become nobles. There were people who were willing to give up their lives for this!
… …
A few days later, a large group of horses arrived at Howling City.
They were nobles from all over the Wind Firefly Plains, as well as the most important guest — Viscount Garcia!
Even though he and the Earl of Blue Mountain had fought fiercely before, the two had reconciled and were now father and son-in-law.
Before the declaration of war, this kind of peace was protected by a sacred oath.
The Earl of Blue Mountain, Viscount Garcia, and the archbishop of the church attended the celebration together. The liveliness and clamor were perhaps unforgettable memories for the residents of Howling City.
However, for Wu Ming, no matter how wonderful the programs outside were, or how inspiring the Earl and Viscount Garcia's speeches were, or how magnificent the parades were, he couldn't see them.
Because right now, he was already sitting in a tent with the other participating warriors, quietly waiting for the time to come.
A curtain seemed to separate the inside and outside into two different worlds.
These warriors all had solemn expressions. They quietly wiped their weapons and maintained their armor. Their expressions were very unfriendly.
"Now … I announce that the martial arts competition officially begins!"
A faint voice could be heard, followed by a large number of cheers.
"It's begun!"
A clerk came in. "Those who heard my number, go to the arena you should be at!"
"Number 178, go to arena number one! Don't know where? No problem, there will be people on the stage to guide you! "
"Number 56, arena number three!"
"Number 79, a bye this time. What a lucky guy!"
In this kind of battle, one loss naturally meant that there would be no more chances. It was the most standard elimination round.
In addition, there were several battles a day. A bye meant that one had more time to rest, maintain their strength, and observe their opponent.
The clerk said enviously. That lucky spearman immediately received the enmity of all the warriors in the tent.
"Ahem … and also, arena number 12, arena number five!"
"Number 267! Arena number eight! "
… …
Hearing his number, Wu Ming calmly got up and walked out of the tent.
The warm sunlight shone down, causing him to squint his eyes. A large amount of noise came, as if he was in the middle of a wave of heat.
What he saw was a large plaza covered in yellow earth.
Around the plaza was a circle of wooden stands and seats, filled with excited residents.
The plaza was divided into eight sections, beginning the first round of preliminaries.
"Because there are too many people signing up, they have no choice but to start the elimination round at the same time?"
When Wu Ming arrived at his arena, he immediately saw his opponent.
He looked to be less than thirty years old, wearing a leather armor, holding two blades in his hands. His skin was dark, and after seeing Wu Ming's attire, his face suddenly revealed a look of ecstasy.
After all, Wu Ming was currently only wearing his usual shirt and trousers, without the slightest bit of defense, as if he was just out for a spring outing.
Bang!
Suddenly, on the arena next to him, the outcome of the battle was revealed in an instant. It was so fast that even the referee was a little surprised.
"Winner, Ardrian!"
He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately announced loudly.
The warrior who had displayed terrifying strength had a cold expression, wearing only a white training suit. Hearing the referee's announcement, he nodded slightly and slowly walked out of the arena, his every movement carrying a calm expression.
"This person …"
Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.
"Ardrian!"
A guy who looked like a mercenary next to him exclaimed, "Isn't he the Church's Honorable Knight? Has he already announced that he has given up everything? Why did he take off his Honorable White Robe? "
This guy who had been baptized as a knight was obviously a strong contender for the championship, and this made the other contestants very dissatisfied.
At the center of the square, on the high platform where the nobles had gathered, Viscount Garcia smiled at the Earl of Blue Mountain and the Archbishop next to him. "I didn't expect to see the exquisite skills of the Church's Knights here. This is too exciting!"
He wore a sky-blue ceremonial robe, and his long golden hair flowed gently down his back. His skin was fair, and his eyes were like gemstones. The corner of his mouth was slightly arched, and he had an indescribable charm. At this moment, the sarcasm in his words was very obvious.
"Ardrian has been excommunicated from the Church! He is participating in the competition as an independent Knight! "
The Archbishop's eyes were white, and he still had that half-dead look on his face as he spoke slowly.
"Since he is no longer a Church's Knight, according to the laws of my territory, Mister Ardrian has the right to participate in the competition. This is without a doubt!"
The Earl of Blue Mountain made a gesture, and the referee below immediately understood his intention and announced the decision.
"Good! Very good! "
Viscount Garcia did not say much, but his heart tightened.
He had revealed too much of his strength the last time, causing the Earl to get closer to the Church. This made him a little wary.
"These are the nobles of the Wind Fireflies Plains! The highest level of power! "
On a seat to the side, Baron Terry watched the duel below with great interest. Fedor and a few others stood behind the baron like servants, looking at the core of the duel with an indescribable look of envy.
"The winner! William from Niyah Town! "
All of a sudden, another battle came to an end. A familiar name was heard, causing Fei De to be startled.
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