1444, Byzantium Resurrects

Chapter 28 For Rome
Old Emperor Lin waited for his son all night.

The next day, the mother and sister could no longer sit still and went out to look for him, but there was no news until noon.

Old Emperor Lin did not go out. He sat on the doorstep and drank wine expressionlessly.

My mother started to complain and my sister started to cry.

Old Emperor Lin endured it silently, looking at the door.

At the door, people were busy on the street, running towards the arena.

"Have you heard? Today is the last day. The top ten elections and the final challenge will be held today."

"That damn Turk is still number one now?"

"right……"

"Is there no more warriors in the empire?"

"How about you come up?"

Di Lin listened to this with a blank expression on his face.

"Uncle Dilin! Galwen...he went to the arena!"

Beatley appeared in the doorway, out of breath from running.

Without caring about anything else, Di Lin rushed out of the courtyard like crazy.

……

The arena was packed with people and flags.

The crowd cheered and encouraged the players they favored.

At the tables, vendors were already hawking drinks, and gamblers were surrounding the dealer, shouting loudly.

"I'm betting on Yelkhan! 50 groshen!"

"I'll bet on him too!"

A tall and young figure squeezed through the crowd and walked to the dealer.

"I bet on myself, Galwin from the Ahmadinejad family, 5 ducats."

Galwin threw all his savings on the ground, and the gold coins made a jingling sound.

He smiled at the surprised crowd.

By the time Di Lin ran to the arena, the elimination round was over.

The Turkic Yarkhan proudly patrolled the venue, loudly challenging the audience around him.

Suddenly, a young figure jumped off the platform.

"Dad, that's my brother! We found him!"

The sister who caught up shouted, happy to have found her brother again.

Di Lin's heart suddenly tightened.

……

Galwin jumped off the platform and walked towards the registered judge.

Along the way, the people in the stands pointed at him and whispered about him.

"That's the big guy from the drunkard's house. I live across the street from him!"

"What's wrong with him? Is he really a fool?"

"Shut up! At least he's much braver than you cowards!"

"That's right! He will at least stand up for the glory of Rome!"

"Humph! Throwing yourself into a dead end, what else can you be but stupid?"

"伱......"

Galwin ignored irrelevant remarks and walked towards his destination amid the sympathetic or gloating looks of the audience.

“Just follow your heart.”

He remembered the warning of Father Malvi.

What is my true intention?

He looked up at the sky and remembered that when he was a child, he fought with Latin children until he was close to death in order to defend the honor of Rome.

He remembered listening to the old priest's stories and applauding Rome's victory.

He recalled his slightly trembling hands and his throbbing heart when he heard that he came from a family of holy cavalry.

He smiled.

"Yerhan from Ramazan! My name is Galwin, from the Ahmadinejad family, and I challenge you!"

……

"Get out of the way! I'm his father! I can't put my child at risk!"

Di Lin struggled to squeeze the iron fence, and the guards on the side tried their best to stop him.

"Sir! He's already on the field! You can't go in now!"

On the field, Galwin was already dressed and took up the sword he had forged.

In a challenge match, both parties can choose to use their own weapons.

Yeerhan was waiting in the center of the field early.

"I thought all Greeks were cowards."

"Rome has never lacked warriors."

"Boy, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can still spare your life."

"You make me very angry. Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will not forgive you."

Oh!

Yeerhan suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Galwin's right shoulder.

Galwin dodged quickly to the left, but the sword still cut his right shoulder, taking away a small piece of flesh.

There was an exclamation on the field.

"not bad!"

Yarhan stabbed again, and Galwin raised his shield to block it.

Yeerhan twisted his sword, and the tip of the sword swam like a snake, bypassing the shield and going straight for Galwin's left arm.

Zheng——

Galving's sword was against Yeerhan.

The two men fought back and forth with swords for dozens of rounds.

Yeerhan was ultimately superior in fighting skills. Although Galwin fought back desperately, he was still wounded and covered in blood.

The expressions of the people in the stands changed from gloating to surprise, then to being moved, and finally to being united in their hatred of the enemy.

This was the first Roman warrior who dared to challenge the Turkic barbarians and could hold out for so long.

"Big guy, hold on!" a girl shouted.

"Galwin, come on!" Bitley prayed.

"Brother, come on! Defeat the pagan devil!" his sister also shouted. Di Lin watched this scene and closed his eyes in pain.

Yeerhan raised his shield and hit Galwin, who was exhausted, and fell to the ground.

He immediately got up and barely blocked Yeerhan's sword.

collapse--

The iron sword that Galwin had forged himself finally couldn't withstand such a huge force and broke, leaving only half of it in Galwin's hand.

There was an exclamation from the stands.

"Surrender, Kafir, you are a warrior, I will spare your life."

Yeerhan picked up Galwin and threw him heavily next to the broken sword fragments.

"The sword is broken, there is no need to fight anymore."

Yeerhan sneered.

"Galwyn! Stand up!"

A voice shouted from the stands.

Subsequently, more and more people began to pray for their hero.

Yeerhan looked around and looked at the crowd in the stands with contempt.

"They themselves don't dare to fight, they are afraid of me, and when you come to die, they start to encourage you."

"What a weak nation, what a humble country."

In the royal stand, Andronica whispered to Isaac.

"Your Highness, it has been confirmed that that person is Di Lin's son. Should we suspend the game? We can say that the pagan's sword violated the rules."

Isaac looked up at Andronicus.

Do you still want face?

"Lets see."

Isaac thought of the calluses on the child's hands and felt inexplicably confident.

"All our previous efforts are probably in vain. Di Lin will definitely not forgive us."

Andronika complained.

"I really don't understand why he came here to die."

……

"With your ability, you can definitely become a palace instructor and enjoy a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Why do you want to die here?"

Yeerhan looked at Galwin who was still struggling and laughed.

"For Rome."

"what?"

Yeerhan leaned closer, as if he had heard something the funniest.

"For Rome!"

Galwen roared.

He threw the dagger fragment in his hand at the approaching Yeerhan.

Yeerhan instinctively raised his hand to block the flying debris.

Galwin leaned forward, kicked Yeerhan's foot, and kicked his sword away with another kick.

"I said, for Rome, do you understand? Damn barbarians!"

Galwin knocked Yeerhan to the ground and punched him in the face, letting the enemy's blood splatter on himself.

Only when the enemy was completely motionless did he stagger to his feet, waving the broken sword in his hand.

In the stands, Isaac was the first to stand up and applaud, while Constantine next to him was so excited that his eyes lit up.

"For Rome!"

The whole audience was boiling with excitement, cheering and running towards their hero.

At the edge of the crowd, Di Lin stood there, watching his son defeat a powerful enemy and enjoy the fame.

"Child, let's go home."

He pulled his daughter.

"Dad, what happened to your eyes?"

"It got into the sand."

……

In the evening, Galwin treated his injuries and quietly returned home.

He didn't know how to face his father.

When he opened the door, Di Lin was sitting there, holding his sword, which scared Galwin.

"Father……"

"Have you eaten?"

Galwen nodded.

"Has the injury been treated?"

Galwen nodded.

"Father, His Highness Isaac has invited me to join the Royal Knight Academy. I will report tomorrow..."

Di Lin drew out his sword.

"Father……"

"You are in need of a good sword."

Di Lin handed him the sword.

Galvin didn't answer.

"Father, His Highness Isaac gave me a..."

Galwin drew his sword, on which was engraved the coat of arms of the Palaiologos.

"It's you, on the other hand, who lacks a good sword."

Di Lin glanced at his son.

"go to sleep."

The next day, Galwin got up early without waking anyone.

There was a heavy fog outside, and Galwin felt his way to the gate of the Royal Knights Academy.

After turning a corner and preparing to report, I ran into a burly figure head-on.

"Sorry, it's my first time here...you...?"

Dilin stood there, holding Alexius's sword.

(End of this chapter)