As Bodrick let out a roar of victory, all the spectators in the Lion's Ring racetrack (except for the wood elves) stood up and gave the old duke a warm round of applause.
Since Duke Bodrick inherited the title of duke, his series of achievements were obvious to all. Under his rule, Bordero became the most industrially and commercially developed region in the kingdom (before Laing's arrival). His Sea God Fleet was invincible. Although his territory was relatively small, under his strict management, the quality of the knights in Bordero was one of the best in the kingdom. He had never allowed those knights who were not strong enough or had insufficient moral standards to tarnish the good name of the duchy.
Because of this, the old duke had been cautious and conscientious for decades, not daring to relax for a moment. Because he could not find a butler or substitute, Bodrick had to manage the duchy himself, so he missed the best time to carry out the Holy Grail Expedition. When he was old, his eldest son, Fedmond, finally returned, but managing the entire duchy was still too difficult for an heir who had spent decades on expeditions. To this day, Bodrick could not rest assured that the duchy would be handed over to his son.
But today, he used his courage and strength to prove that although he was old, he was still the undisputed champion of the kingdom, the champion of the Sea God's Chosen One, and a devout believer of the Lady!
"Oh ho! This is so satisfying, so delightful! Granny's beard, Grimnir's axe, I love to see pointy ears defeated. Bodrick, my friend, well done! " The Angran dwarves led by Bellegar applauded with all their might. The real king of Eight Peak Mountain danced with joy and gulped down his beer.
The dwarves loved to see the elves suffer.
On the other side, the Hess Blademaster and the high elven nobles under Tegris laughed coldly. They were loudly discussing why their relatives in the forest lost so miserably after summoning their animal companions.
These Aislai are so weak. In terms of strength, they still have to look at our Assur.
Only Teglis looked worriedly at the wood elves. Teglis was well aware of the temperament of his kin. He was somewhat worried that the wood elves would suddenly erupt and cause the invisible alliance he had painstakingly built to collapse.
As expected, Aralos's face turned green and white. The wood elf queen's Chosen of the Gods champion gripped her spear tightly. The wood elves under her command were all ready to attack. They felt a bone-deep humiliation and an indescribable, nameless fire. Many wood elves were even prepared to attack.
But after looking at the main stand, Aralos finally shook his head. "Go see if Estes can be saved. Also, pack up your things. We're leaving!"
"Lord Aralos?" The subordinates looked at their leader in disbelief..
"This is Her Majesty's orders." Aralos's face darkened. He felt that he could not afford to lose face like this, especially in front of Lilith. Under his orders, the wood elves quickly brought Estes, whose fate was unknown, out of the arena and directly left Culona.
On the main stand, Laing shook his head helplessly. "This is the elves. They can't afford to lose even more than the dwarves. They always boast that they are the lighthouses of civilization. But most of the time, what they bring to the mortal world is not order and protection, but arrogance and prejudice. When humans are weak and humble, the elves like to interact with them. They like to appropriately display their strength and strength, and then enjoy the despair of humans never catching up to them and the joy of receiving their generosity and pity. At this time, the elves are kind, civilized, and friendly."
"But when humans do catch up, the elves' standpoint completely changes. They are afraid, they are disgusted, they are worried. They can't wait for humans to always be those barbaric, slash-and-burn barbarians. I've always thought that if it weren't for the severe decline of the elven population and the never-ending war between the high and dark elves, as well as the external threat of Chaos, the elves, humans, and dwarves would definitely have a great war."
"Not all elves are like this," the Lake Fairy retorted. "Laing, you are a little too prejudiced."
"… Perhaps, but I have to admit that Tegris has changed my opinion a lot." Laing nodded. "Then … My Lady, it's your turn now."
The Lake Fairy sighed softly. She stood up from her seat and went to give Bodrick the award.
The Goddess slowly walked to the old duke. Her green eyes stared at Bodrick, who was kneeling in front of her. The old duke was extremely tired at this time. He gasped for breath and did not dare to look up at his Lady.
A crystal-clear jade hand reached out from her long sleeve. The Goddess reached out and grabbed the golden cup. Suddenly, she threw it hard and smashed it on the ground!
"Whoosh!" Everyone was in an uproar. The golden cup was instantly deformed and buried in the dust.
"Mine, My Lady?" Bodrick trembled.
"Bodrick de Bordero, you have proven your courage and your virtue in front of everyone. This golden cup is no longer worthy of you. Now, come up, come up and receive the reward that belongs to you." The Goddess' white jade-like hands held the golden Holy Cup. Pure nectar rippled back and forth in the dazzling cup. "Today, I share the glory of the Holy Cup with you. My knight, I hope that you will forever pass on the spirit of chivalry. When darkness descends and the power of destruction approaches, I hope that you will be like today, using your life and soul to abide by your beliefs."
"I will!" Bodrick moved his knees. With tears in his eyes, he knelt and approached. The water of the Holy Grail glowed in the darkness. He lowered his head devoutly and took a sip from the supreme Holy Grail.
Under everyone's gazes, Bodrick's life and soul were forever changed by the Holy Cup. Youth and vitality returned to the old duke. With the power of the Holy Cup, he returned to his peak!
"Another new Holy Grail Knight is born." Laing was sighing. Dark Elf Olica came to Laing's ear and whispered something. After Laing heard it, Olica nodded and left the venue.
"What is Olica going to do?" Suria asked curiously.
"She has something to take care of." Laing whispered, "Some undead came to spy on us. Olica is going to take care of it."
"I see."
… I am the Holy Grail Knight's strongest divider …
At the same time, a lively party was taking place at the Horn Table Knife Inn in Culona.
Kurona was supposed to be crowded today. Due to the coronation ceremony, the capital of the Knight King's Kingdom was filled with guests. Hotels were supposed to be in short supply.
The Horn Inn was one of those hotels. It was considered one of the top hotels in Kurona. The inn had two floors and covered an area of more than 400 square meters. It had a separate beer room, a King's Suite, a separate bar, three public lounges, three deluxe suites, ten single rooms, and two bunk beds.
There was also a small garden and a basement.
The owner of the inn had planned to make a lot of money during the coronation ceremony and find a few guests to play cards with.
However, the day before the coronation, he received a group of strange guests. The guests directly took out two hundred gold marks and placed them on the counter. They told the boss that they would be booking the shop for two days and that this was the deposit.
Now that they had enough money, the owner agreed to book the inn to the guests even though he was still a little puzzled.
Now, the group of guests were eating and drinking in the hotel lobby. The chef hired by Schultz at a high price was sweating profusely as he kept going in and out of the kitchen, serving plates of dishes on the table. At the same time, he was secretly speechless.
Even six bears couldn't eat that much, right?
Angelo, Zhuang Sen, Roga, Clarkson, Vulcan, and Schultz were sitting in the lobby of the inn. They all raised their beer glasses. "To the coronation of our brother, Laing Macado. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"To father, to the brothers who have returned, and to those who have yet to return. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
"To the countless human warriors who have sacrificed themselves in the great cause of mankind since the beginning of the Great Expedition. To all our glorious victories and tragic failures. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The five Originals raised their heads and drank the imperial beer in one gulp. Schultz, on the other hand, felt honored to be able to have a meal together with his Originals. This Judge was in high spirits.
"Cheers ~" Little Devin Hill sat beside Angelo on a specially made high chair. His small hand held a small cup filled with warm milk. His jade-like appearance and intelligent big eyes were really lovable. Moreover, the little guy was not afraid of strangers. He could faintly feel that everyone present seemed to be his family.
"Cheers! Cheers!" An Gelang happily toasted his nephew with his beer mug. He picked up Devenhill and placed him on his hand. He pointed at the dark angel geno prototype next to him and said, "Come, Devenhill. Let me introduce you to this man. He looks like everyone owes him a life. He is your Uncle Zhuang Sen."
"Nice to meet you, Uncle Zhuang Sen." Little Devin Hill bowed to Zhuang Sen.
Zhuang Sen's face looked awkward. He did not know what to do. Zhuang Sen looked at his brothers and found that they were all looking at him with interest. Angelo laughed. He handed Devin Hill to Zhuang Sen and said, "Take it. If anything goes wrong, you will have to apologize to father. "
"Hmm …" Zhuang Sen took Devhill and forced an ugly smile on his face. After thinking for a long time, he squeezed out a sentence. "I wish you eternal loyalty, my nephew. Uncle will always watch over you and supervise you."
After saying that, Zhuang Sen hurriedly passed the bewildered Devonshire to Vulcan, as though it was a hot potato.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The whole hotel was filled with laughter. A few of the original genomes were laughing so hard that tears came out of their eyes. "Zhuang Sen, you are a stinky rock. Stinky and hard. You are an asshole. "
Zhuang Sen's face was dark. He was forced to accept all the criticism.
At this time, the dark angel geno prototype was thinking, "If I were to raise my nephew, would Azriel or Azmodai be more suitable?"
It was a bit difficult.
Of course, Cypher was the best choice.
Yes, it's decided then!
"Hehehe, this giant who is as black as coal and shows his white teeth from time to time is your Uncle Vulgan!" Anglo continued, "He's a good guy. You can pee on him as much as you want."
"My dear nephew, may your heart and will be as strong as the fire in the furnace." Vulcan took Devenhill with one hand and looked at his nephew with a smile. "Hello, Uncle Vulcan." Of course, Vulcan greeted Devenhill.
Next, Clarkson and Luo Jia personally hugged their nephew. Little Devenhill was twirled around in the hands of the Originals like a toy before being returned to Angelo's side. Angelo used a table knife and carefully cut the beef into small square pieces. He paired them with bread and honey milk and fed them to Devenhill bit by bit. The atmosphere in the room was very lively.
At this moment, the door of the hotel opened. Everyone instantly focused their attention on the tightly shut door.
"Dong, dong, dong."
"Is anyone there?"
"We are here to check for suspicious people."
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