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In the thousand years of history, there had never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tournament. In the magnificent Ring of Lions racetrack, the noises of the lowly people could be heard in every corner. Their lowly voices drowned out the sounds of the horses panting and the clashing of lances. The hooves of the horses pounded on the ground, the shields collided with the tips of lances. The knights were sweating profusely as they showcased their glory. The smell of barbecue and cheap cider could not cover up the stench of sweat and mud. This was the Royal Tournament.
This was a grand celebration. It was also a rare event where the Brittany serfs could relax and participate in. Since the founding of the Brittany Kingdom, the Fairy of the Lake had explicitly allowed the serfs to participate in this grand event of the highest level. This was one of the rare moments of joy in their long and boring lives. The knights would ride their horses and walk onto the field, using their lances to fight for the highest honor. Every time the horses clashed, the light and shadow of lances streaked across the hot air. This was the climax of the competition. The crowd would erupt into waves of cheers, each louder than the last. Everyone hoped that the knight they supported would win the final victory.
This was the Royal Tournament.
Like the history of the founding of the Brittany Kingdom, the Royal Tournament had a thousand years of history. This was once a way for the Brittany knights to enjoy a short period of peace to ensure their fighting prowess and glory. However, this tournament provided a platform for the unknown and unrecognized knights to showcase their strength. Therefore, it quickly became the most popular event in the Kingdom, and gradually became the Royal Tournament of today.
Although the Royal Tournament had never fallen out of favor in the long history of the kingdom, the number of Royal Tournaments held in Brittania had indeed decreased after the Dole Tower incident. To this day, it had been nearly 20 years since a Royal Tournament was held. In fact, it wasn't that the Knight King didn't want to hold it, but after the Dole Tower incident, Brittania had begun to decline. The kingdom's financial ability was gradually unable to support such a large-scale tournament.
However, unlike Richard's tight finances, Laing was rich. The new king was truly rich. He took out 30 thousand crowns in one go, and with the Fairy of the Lake's subsidy, he was able to meet the financial requirements.
Throughout history, Brittania had held many famous royal tournaments. Before the Attawa duchy was destroyed, the Duke of Attawa had once held a marriage contest for his only daughter. The winner would be able to marry into the family and inherit the title of Duke of Attawa. Hundreds of knights fought to the death to marry the Duke's daughter.
Knight King Jules the Just once held a Royal Tournament in Vanford, where he defeated a wood elf prince. The wood elves were forced to give up a disputed territory, and the Brittany built a new Grail Cathedral there.
Colorful flags fluttered in the wind. This year's Royal Tournament was especially grand. Over a hundred chefs were gathered together, and all kinds of delicious wine and dishes were constantly being served. The Lake Fairy, Knight King Leon, Queen Suria, Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana, and the others were all sitting on the main viewing platform. The dazzling golden Holy Grail was placed in front of the platform. Hundreds of Brittanian knights were filled with excitement and madness. This was a chance to show off in front of the ladies. If they could win, they would even be rewarded with the Holy Grail!
"My Lady, are you really going to give us the Grail as a reward?" Laon sat beside the Lake Nymph, and Queen Suria sat on his right. Morgiana sat on the left of the Lake Nymph, and Olica and Silvia stood behind them. Veronica shamelessly moved a chair over and insisted on squeezing into the main stand. Laon had no choice but to let her be.
Teresa wasn't as thick-skinned as Veronica. She followed Aurora to the VIP seats.
"If there's a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The Fairy of the Lake sat on a high chair in a dignified and ladylike manner, slightly tilting her beautiful white legs. When she heard Laing's question, she casually smiled and said, "Occasionally, it's good to give the knights some encouragement. However, the Grail isn't that easy to obtain. Whether the knights can gain my recognition or not depends on themselves."
It was obvious that the Fairy of the Lake was in an extremely good mood. Her light blue heels tapped lightly on the wooden floor. She said playfully, "In any case, whether it's the people of the Empire or the Southerners, none of them are a match for us Brittany knights. If the wood elves win, then that's great. They'll only get a Grail. Unless, the champion is Knight Tyrell?"
When the Fairy of the Lake said that, Laing, Suria, and Morgiana couldn't help but laugh. Veronica was the only one who didn't understand.
Today, the Gallan Witch was dressed to the nines. She was extremely proud that she had finally entered the top of the pyramid of human society. Veronica knew that if she wanted to blend in with them, she couldn't be excluded from the conversation. So, she immediately tried to ask, "Can you explain? Laing? Sister Suria? "
"A knight from Tyrell won the Brittany Royal Tournament three times." Laing smiled as he recounted the past. The Knight King smiled helplessly. "It's a pity that none of them were honorable victories."
Indeed, the knights of the southern kingdom of Tyrell had won the royal tournament three times, but their actions were despised and loathed by the Brittanians. From the nymphs of the lake to the serfs, they all hated the so-called knights of Tyrell. Even the serfs wouldn't be scolded by the lords of the knights. If they scolded them well, they might even be rewarded with a cup of ale or a piece of roasted meat.
The first time the knights of Tyrell won the Royal Tournament was more than six hundred years ago. At that time, it was still the reign of the third Knight King, the "White Death" Guillaume. During the tournament, a group of Tyrell's knights entered the tournament and defeated the Brittany knights in a spear charge. They proudly took away the prize and shocked everyone.
After the event, the Brittany discovered that the spears of the knights were about thirty centimeters longer than the standard ones! Of course, the Brittany knights couldn't win in a spear duel like that!
The second time the knights of Tyrell won the Royal Tournament was in a final match. Two knights fought for a few rounds. In the end, the Brittany knight's muscles twitched and he foamed at the mouth. He was knocked off his horse. Once again, the Tyrellians took away the prize. They firmly denied that they poisoned the weapons and kindly advised the Brittany that their knight was sick and should go to Shalia Sanatorium for treatment.
The third time, when the knights of Tyrell participated in the tournament, the Brittany had learned their lesson. They inspected the weapons of the Tyrellians and set strict rules for the tournament. When the knights of both sides were about to enter the arena, a Tyrell noble lady rushed out of the crowd and gave the Brittany knight a passionate kiss. Out of pride and chivalry, the knight didn't refuse.
However, not long after the tournament began, the Brittany knight's face turned purple and his consciousness blurred. He was easily defeated and poisoned to death. The defeated Brittany were forced to withdraw their forces from Tyrell as agreed.
Similarly, the Tyrellians refused to admit that the noble lady's lips were poisoned.
"You can't trust someone from the Empire unless the other person is a Tyrellian."
— Brittany proverb
"Alright, so the Tyrellians are that shameless," Veronica said after a moment of silence. Veronica was speechless. However, the people of Tyrell did not have a spirit of contract. They loved to slack off. Furthermore, due to Tyrell's chaotic political situation and the fact that it had never been unified, protectionism and populism were prevalent in both the court and the courts. If reason did not work, the local courts would not be able to guarantee fairness. It was extremely easy for them to be hijacked by the populism. In order to run for the position of Prince of Tyrell, the nobles would often make careless promises. In any case, they had to be elected first. This caused Tyrell's political situation to be permanently chaotic without the pressure of external enemies.
"Teresa doesn't want to come up?" Laing asked. He was concerned about the sorceress.
"Teresa said she wants to be with Aurora." Suria shook her head. The female knight wore a crown on her head and was adorned with pearls and jade. Her beauty was unparalleled. "She said she doesn't want to be special."
"Heh, what a stubborn and proud little princess. How many chances do you get in a lifetime?" Veronica mocked. "How many chances does a witch get to watch a tournament with the Knight King and the Lady of the Lake? Many impossible things can be solved with just a few words or a deal. If she's going to be so arrogant for the rest of her life, then she … "
"Alright, Veronica, watch the tournament." Laing knew that Veronica was going to mock Teresa again and quickly gestured for her to shut up.
Laing vaguely knew about the maelstrom and the fierce battle in the backyard. The women didn't want to submit to each other, so he could only pretend that he didn't know about many things. However, they had reached a consensus to unite against external forces. Laing could only let them be. What he needed to do was to strengthen the authority of Suria's wife. He couldn't do anything else.
On the other side, in the VIP seats, Emperor Karl-franz and the rest of the Empire were also sitting in the stands. At this time, the Brittany knights, the Empire knights and the wood elves had all entered the arena. The emperor looked at the scene with great interest and said to Marius, who was sitting beside him, "I remember that this kind of competition was introduced to the Empire many years ago."
"That's right, many years ago." Kurfürst Marius was full of disdain. "But that's the situation in the Empire. Unlike the competition on the other side of the mountain, which is supervised by the Church of the Lady of the Lake and spurred by the Lady of the Lake, the competition in the Empire was good at the beginning, but after a few years, no matter how good the intention was, it became a place for a group of noble children to gain experience and compete with their family resources. The champion was usually decided before the competition started. Except for your Royal Rik Guards Tournament, which was supervised by the emperor himself, the other competitions were all the same."
"Huh? Hehehe ~ "Marius spoke the truth so straightforwardly that the Kurfürst of the Empire was a bit embarrassed. Everybody laughed awkwardly and tried to change the topic.
"No! Rik will not allow such a thing to happen. Marius, you are talking nonsense! "Kurfürst Boris glared at him with his only eye and said in dissatisfaction.
Hardly had his voice faded away when a knight of the Empire was knocked off his horse by a knight of the Brittany Kingdom with a lance. He rolled on the turf and passed out.
“FNNDP！ Mildenheim has never held a competition. You choose the White Wolf Knights from your own people with the purest bloodline and the most kills. Do you think I don't know that? " Helmut Felhaba, Kurfürst Tarabheim and Grand Duke of Tarabeck, immediately retorted, "Bullsh * t. How embarrassing."
"Why don't you do it if you can?" Boris retorted, "Don't you claim that your dark swordsmanship is very good?"
"Him? That's not dark swordsmanship at all. That's slow swordsmanship. " Walmir, Kurfürst Wolffin and Grand Duke of Auster, complained, "We all know that Helmut's main source of combat ability is his crotch. His half-griffin mount is much better at fighting than him."
"Cough, cough. It's getting cold these days, and I'm not feeling very well. I'll pass this time." Sure enough, Kurfürst Helmut knew that he was not strong enough. He coughed twice and said, "By the way, did you guys notice? His Majesty Laing is surrounded by women, while our King Karl is surrounded by a bunch of stinky men. It's so weird. I'm shocked. This new king is really cool. Is he busy reading books every day? "
"Hahahahaha ~" A burst of laughter came from the VIP seats on the Empire's side. The Emperor and the Kurfürst realized that this was really the case. Karl-franz even smiled at Emilia and said, "Emmanuel, do you want to go up and fight with them?"
"Why don't you go and fight with Laing, Your Majesty?" Emilia replied angrily, "Your Majesty, haven't you noticed? The knights of the Empire are almost all eliminated! "
The people who were chatting and laughing then realized that the knights of the Empire were indeed defeated one after another, and they were all about to be eliminated. Although the strength of the knights of the Empire was indeed not as good as the knights of the Brittany, it was not good for the Emperor's face.
"Everyone, if the Brittany Royal Tournament is won by a person of the Empire, do you think the Lady of the Lake will grant him the power of the Holy Grail?" At this time, Kurfürst Marius opened his mouth. The expression of the Mad Count was like he had seen his favorite prey. "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the Lady of the Lake."
"Marius … You want to fight?" Karl-franz immediately realized Marius' plan.
"Why not?" Marius smiled. "I'm not afraid of anyone except the Knight of the Holy Grail. Today, I want to see the strength of the knights on the other side of the mountain!"
After that, without waiting for the others to react, the Kurfürst of Tuscany and the Grand Duke of Avey, Marius Leitendorf, unsheathed his Kurfürst's holy sword, the Mother of Destruction. He sneered and signaled his attendant to take his mount, the horse of the Empire named Daisy Kurt von Herding II.
He was going to fight himself.
On the other side, in the VIP seats of the Brittany, the dukes also saw this scene. François said to Berchemund, "Look, the Mad Count of the Empire is going to fight. The knights we sent may not be his match."
"No! The glory of the Holy Grail only belongs to us Brittany! We can't let the people of the Empire win the Holy Grail! "Berchemund seemed to be touched by something." Absolutely not! Attendant, come to my side! "
"No, Berchemund, you can't fight!" Royal Regent Lauren quickly said. "As the Knights of the Holy Grail, we already have the power and glory of the Holy Grail. In terms of the spirit of knighthood, we can't fight for the Holy Grail. We can't fight for what we already have. That's not the way of knighthood!"
"Then what should we do?" Berchemund subconsciously asked François, wanting to know his opinion.
"The Empire sent a Kurfürst, then we will also send a duke, a duke who is not yet a Knight of the Holy Grail," François said calmly. "As for the candidate …"
"Leave it to me!" Duke Bordero, the Chosen Champion of the Sea God Mannen, Duke Bodrick, stood up. His eyes were full of fanaticism and devotion. The Holy Grail he longed for was close at hand. "Let me fight the Mad Count of the Empire!"
After saying that, without waiting for the others to agree, the old duke, who was over ninety years old, directly took the Sea God's Trident from his subordinate and prepared to fight!
At the same time, in the elves' seats, Tegris was holding Lilith's Moon Staff. He noticed that the Empire and Brittany's Legendary Lords were about to fight for the Holy Grail. Seeing this, the Supreme Great Mage said to Aralos, "Is Aislin not going to fight?"
"I'm not suitable to fight, unless Laing himself fights." Aralos shook his head. He stared blankly at the distant main stand, at the Lake Fairy who was talking and laughing with Laing. The Chosen Champion of the Wood Elves was wearing a dazzling green antler helmet. His face gradually became determined. "But we will take the Holy Grail and give it to Lilith … Estes!"
"Here!" A Wood Elf Prince walked from the back to the front. His face, which was covered with oil paint and resin, was full of unruly and wild strength.
"Go and win this competition! Bring me the Holy Grail! "
"Yes!"
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