This was a blatant provocation!
Colin narrowed his eyes and looked at the knight's sword that Viscounts had taken out. His heart was boiling with anger.
Viscount Fiin ignored Colin's anger and didn't even forget to continue provoking him.
"Count Angele, you should know this sword, right? It was left in White Dew City after Marquis García was captured last time. He forgot to take it with him. "
Knight Roger, who was sitting below Colin, stood up abruptly. With red eyes, he was about to rush towards Viscount Fiain, but Colin reached out to stop him.
Of course, he also wanted to kill this arrogant Eastern Viscounts, but it would be too barbaric to do so on such an occasion.
Moreover, he wanted to know what the Eastern Region was up to.
So, Colin nodded to Aisha.
Queen Aisha understood, smiled slightly, and said: "Since the Eastern Region is so generous and is willing to provide additional rewards for the winners of this tournament, then it would be impolite for me to refuse."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Viscounts bowed and then sat down.
The tournament continued, but the atmosphere quietly became a little subtle.
However, the mentality of the contestants did not change much. Defeating their opponents and winning the favor of the Queen was still their highest goal.
As for the rather sensitive "reward" that the Eastern Region took out, the contestants all felt that as long as they won it back and gave it to Count Angele, then it would be fine.
Although it was somewhat embarrassing that a Marquis of the Northern Frontier needed the help of half-elves to win back the sword, this was after all the trouble that the Eastern Region made, and Count Angele would not be angry with the half-elves.
There were also some half-elven nobles who felt that things could not be so simple. Since the Eastern Region had taken out Marquis García's sword to provoke them, it would be impossible for the sword to return to the Northern Frontier so easily.
But no matter what the crowd thought, the tournament still continued.
…
At dusk, the tournament was gradually coming to an end.
The two finalists were riding their tall steeds around the field. While the horses were getting used to the field, they were also showing off their elegance to the audience and winning the cheers of their supporters.
One of them, a handsome young knight, was especially popular with the audience.
He was about twenty-five years old and was wearing a shining silver chain mail. There was a confident smile on his handsome face. Under the setting sun, his lazy curly hair looked like melted gold.
He was riding a snow-white horse with a golden kite shield on the left side of the horse's back. There was a thorny emblem engraved on it, which was the emblem of the half-elf royal Miller family.
This young half-elf knight named Karl Miller was Queen Elsa's cousin according to seniority.
His royal status and handsome appearance immediately made Knight Carl the center of attention. Every time he raised his eagle-winged helmet to the audience, there would always be waves of praise.
Some passionate and bold half-elf girls would even throw fresh flowers at Knight Karl to express their love.
The previous Duke Müller had been killed by Colin because of his conspiracy to poison Queen Aisha, but the Miller family's position of Duke was vacant. Moreover, the successor had not been announced.
Although the succession order had long been clear, Queen Aisha did not say anything. Obviously, she did not approve of the current succession order.
This also caused the hearts of the Miller Family members to waver. All the family members began to rub their fists, eager to give it a try. They were prepared to display their skills in this Martial Arts Competition and enter Queen Elsa's line of sight. If they could catch the queen's eye, they might become the successor of the Duke.
However, Colin knew that the reason why Aisha did not announce Duke Müller's successor was because she was planning to abolish the Miller family's title of Duke.
In her opinion, since the Miller family had become a half-elf royal family, there was no need to keep the title of Duke. Moreover, after experiencing the betrayal of her mother and brother, Queen Aisha also began to feel that keeping the title of Duke would only cause division in the Miller family. Some people would have thoughts that they should not have.
Of course, these thoughts had not been made public.
Therefore, Karl Miller could still continue to have a beautiful dream and enjoy the cheers of the crowd.
Compared to the proud Knight Carl, another knight who had made it to the finals did not receive such treatment.
It was a knight in his early forties. His short gray hair stood up, and there were traces of wind and sun on his bronze face. His tightly pursed lips and light brown eyes outlined a determined expression, just like the red bronze armor he was wearing.
The style of the armor was old and polished. There was no noble coat of arms on it, so it was obvious that this was a wandering knight in dire straits.
His mount was a common date red horse. It was strong but not eye-catching. There were no fancy steps, and it just carried its master slowly.
Compared to the brilliant Karl Miller, this wandering knight was too shabby.
Moreover, when he signed up for the tournament, the name he filled in was Joseph.
Yes, only a name, no surname.
However, he was also a knight, which meant that this person was most likely an illegitimate son of some family. Moreover, he did not have the recognition of his family, so he did not dare to use his family's surname.
After circling around the arena, the two knights came to the viewing platform at the same time. They jumped off their horses, raised their wooden spears, and bowed to Queen Aisha.
Queen Aisha stood up and said in a clear voice, "This is a fair competition. I hope that you will uphold the benevolence of knights and not hurt your opponent to win a glorious victory.
The almighty God of Light is with you! "
The competition of knights was indeed a very dangerous sport. Casualties were almost unavoidable.
Even if the competitors were required to use a wooden spear as a weapon, this kind of "polite" weapon could be lethal in the hands of a knight.
Therefore, the competition also stipulated that the knights could only stab each other with their spears on horseback.
In this kind of one-on-one duel, both sides would use their spears to stab each other off the horse. This would determine the winner in one blow. This could avoid too much fighting and reduce the probability of casualties.
But even so, it was still unable to completely eliminate the casualties.
This time, in the final round of the tournament, there were already seven unlucky people who had lost their lives, more than twenty people who were disabled, and countless people who were injured.
It could be said that the arena in front of the viewing platform was already stained with the blood of the competitors.
However, such casualties could not stop the half-elves from participating enthusiastically.
If the knights did not even have the courage to face death, how could they gain the favor of the Queen and even obtain the title of nobility?
Woo —
In the melodious sound of the horn, the two knights participating in the final round came to the side of the arena and prepared to charge.
The audience at the scene waved their arms excitedly and shouted non-stop, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.
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