"William from Niyah Town?"
Beside Baron Terry, a noblewoman wearing a veil and using a small fan to cover half of her face asked with interest, "Little Terry … Is he a freeman from your territory?"
She spoke with a thick nasal voice, as sweet as honey.
"That's right! Not bad … I've seen him … I've even granted him the status of a freeman … Beautiful Lady Serena … "
Baron Terry said absent-mindedly, his eyes filled with intoxication.
"What an interesting little fellow!"
Lady Serena seemed to enjoy Baron Terry's gaze. She closed the fan in her hand and lightly patted her chest twice.
That implied hint made Baron Terry's breathing become heavy.
…
Poof!
Wu Ming stepped forward calmly and drew his sword.
The sharp blade pierced through the armpit, causing the adventurer who wielded dual blades to cry out in pain and fall to the ground.
The angle was really tricky. Without the protection of leather armor, the blade pierced deeply, and with a little more force, the adventurer's entire arm would have been chopped off.
Seeing this, the referee immediately announced Wu Ming's victory.
"Next match, number 212 versus number 311!"
Two servants went up the stage and carried the fallen dual blade adventurer off the stage. The referee did not waste any time and shouted loudly.
"In a day, there will be at least seven or eight matches, and he will have to win all of them. Those with poor stamina will not be able to hold on!"
Wu Ming waited quietly. Half an hour later, it was his turn for the second match.
At this moment, his opponent had been changed to a spearman. It was the fellow who had been given a bye.
He looked rather nervous, but also a little confident. He took the initiative to attack, not at all stingy with his stamina.
As it turned out, this fellow was even easier to deal with than the first one. Wu Ming only swayed a few rounds before he easily tripped him and placed his sword on his neck.
The third opponent was a little more troublesome. It was a burly man who wielded a flail. He swung his meteor hammer like a whirlwind. When Wu Ming slashed open the chainmail on his body, it took him a lot of effort.
…
After a few days of chaotic fighting, the top eight of the individual martial arts competition were finally decided.
Wu Ming was naturally among them. Through his observation, there were two more people who were worth paying attention to. They should both be knights.
The first was naturally the knight who had already left the Church — Adrian. His swordsmanship was superb, he was tall and strong, and he was especially good at defeating his opponents with one strike.
The last one called himself Alfred, and he was the leader of a famous mercenary group — Wild Wolf Heart.
Their entire team had more than a hundred mercenaries, and they had achieved quite a good result in this team battle. It was said that they had been recruited by the Earl and were preparing to confer the title of a knight.
Of course, he was not satisfied with the honor of being the leader of the mercenary group. Instead, he participated in the individual competition. 'I want to win the honor with my own sword!' Those were his exact words.
However, Wu Ming felt that Alfreid simply wanted more.
Moreover, for some reason, when he looked at this person, he always felt that this person was a little cold and gloomy, but also had a temperament that he was familiar with.
"According to the rules, the next round will be the cavalry battle of the top eight!"
After the last selection, the clerk said to Wu Ming, "You need a set of knight's armor and a warhorse, a real warhorse! Not the kind that will be scared shitless and run away at the sound of killing! "
Wu Ming touched his nose, "I barely have a horse. If I don't wear armor, will I be directly disqualified?"
The clerk looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot, "As long as you like, you can fight in plain clothes!"
Obviously, he knew the power and defense of full-body armor combined with a warhorse's charge. In his opinion, although the lad in front of him was good at martial arts, he would only end up being stabbed to death by a real knight.
"Oh! William, it's really you! "
After walking out of the celebration hall, Wu Ming immediately saw a familiar face.
"Long time no see, Knight Takur!"
With a smile on his face, he greeted him brightly, "Do you want to find a place to have a drink?"
"It's an honor!"
Knight Takur now looked at Wu Ming with a different expression. It was admiration and a sense of equality, "Your performance has surprised the baron. He has already promised me that if you go back … the position of the captain of the town guards will be yours … Of course, that will be after this tournament!"
He had a rueful look on his face, "I didn't expect the Earl of the Blue Mountain to be so generous … To be honest, I can guarantee that there has never been a better opportunity than this since I've lived in the Wind Fireflies Plains!"
As the two of them spoke, they arrived at a noisy bar. After spending several times the price, they managed to get two cups of low-quality ale from the fat lady boss.
"To tomorrow's victory, cheers!"
Takur toasted, and the two drank the ale in one gulp. The spicy and slightly sour taste was still fresh in William's memory.
"From the quarter-finals onwards, the tournament has changed from infantry to cavalry. I have to admit that although the Earl of the Blue Mountain made an exception for the freedmen, the rules of the tournament are still biased towards the nobles and the rich …"
Takur looked at Wu Ming and sincerely said, "Do you need armor and warhorses? You can use my warhorses, and I'll think of a way to get the armor … I have a few familiar knight friends here. Although their armor doesn't fit, it's better than nothing! "
He looked around and lowered his voice, "Remember this! Don't choose to rent armor and warhorses. It's too easy for others to target you, and they might even do something to you. Don't overestimate your opponent's character … After all, this is a major event that will change the fate of a lifetime and affect generations! "
"Thank you again! But I'm already prepared! "
Wu Ming politely rejected Knight Takur's good intentions, and the two drank a few more cups. Seeing that he had a tournament tomorrow, Takur kindly let him go back early and rest more.
…
On the day of the quarter-finals.
The plaza had been refurbished, and the rest of the arenas had been taken away. Colorful banners and ribbons floated in the air, and the loud and clear sounds of drummers and musicians lingered around the arena.
"Takur, you saw William yesterday. What did he say?"
Baron Terry's face was pale, and his eyes were sunken. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well last night, and had used up a lot of energy and stamina.
"He's grateful to you, my lord!"
Takur bowed slightly, "And he promised that after the tournament, if he has no other responsibilities, he will definitely come and serve you, my lord!"
Takur naturally tried his best to put Wu Ming in a good light.
"This is really delightful news!" Baron Terry sighed, "I don't even know if I should be looking forward to William's victory or defeat!"
"It's his honor to be able to serve a baron!"
Tax officer Fayde hurriedly said.
In fact, after seeing William's performance yesterday, he was really scared. Now, he didn't doubt that the disappearance of Arthur and the others was definitely William's doing.
The only thing he was glad about was that after being slightly hostile to William, he stopped as soon as possible. Even if he suppressed Aunt Roja, it was within the rules, and he didn't get dragged into a deeper whirlpool.
"I remember that William is just an ordinary farmer, right?"
Baron Terry looked at the railings on both sides of the stage, and a group of knights came to the stage to show off their strength. His voice was a little unconfident, "Even if he can rent armor and horses, but is he familiar with the skills of fighting in armor and riding a horse?"
Only the children of nobles or knights could be carefree when they were young. They didn't need to worry about rations, and they could wholeheartedly hone their skills.
Only this kind of family could support the consumption of horses and armor.
This kind of condition was naturally very disadvantageous to the commoners.
But out of consideration for his own interests, even Baron Terry didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. At most, he just lamented William's misfortune.
As for Fayde? He probably wanted William to be defeated. Not only was he defeated, but he also wanted William to die, so that he would no longer have any worries.
"First round!"
The referee's loud voice resounded.
The audience was getting noisier, and the number of people was even more than at the beginning.
They were always full of enthusiasm for the fight between the knights, and the collision between the spears and the horses.
Perhaps … To be able to see the knights who were usually high and mighty killing each other, to entertain the commoners was really a rare thing, and it could even satisfy some of their dark thoughts.
"Between the wandering knight Burt Tarr from Coldwind Castle, and the freedman William from Niyia Town!"
Clang!
The original performing knights left the stage, and the railings fell down, and an armored knight rushed into the square.
He was wearing the most orthodox knight plate armor, and his whole body seemed to be in an iron can. The horse he was sitting on was almost two to three meters tall, and he was wearing cloth armor with iron sewn on it for defense. The knight's spear was fifteen feet long, and it was four to five meters long. Under the sunlight, the knight's entire person looked like a moving iron fortress.
"Roar!"
The knight circled the square, and suddenly opened the visor on his helmet, letting out a long howl that sounded like a wolf's.
Seeing the knight flaunt his riding skills and strength, Takur's expression became solemn. With his rich experience, he knew that Burt was very close to becoming a real knight. Even if he was in full armor and personally entered the arena, he didn't dare to say that he had much confidence in winning.
"Hmm … This Burt is the second son of Sir Ely. He was sent to be a knight to receive training!"
Baron Terry said in surprise when he heard the news.
The top eight who could break through the encirclement were naturally not ordinary people. If not for the fact that they had already gone through a war, and most of the free knights had chosen to pledge their loyalty to Viscount Garcia, there might have been even more powerful fellows.
"Neigh!"
On the other side, Wu Ming also entered the arena on a black horse, causing Takur's expression to change. "What?"
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