Imperial Crown.

Chapter 237 A tense duel

The battle between Conchi and Witt was a very successful start to the day's competition.

It brought together elements such as ethics, family affection, power, and violence, pushing the atmosphere of the arena to a climax. Even after the knights of both sides left the field, people were still shouting Conchi's name.

And he also has a new title, "The Knight of Blue Blood".

It seems that no matter what it is, blood always leaves a deep impression.

The discussion about this battle was so heated that even Mr. and Mrs. Poirot, who had missed the first match, listened to the entire process with one ear and one ear while sitting down.

As Poirot worked in the riverside workshop for many years, his diet was irregular, so he became more and more plump, and the two beards on his lips were shiny and sleek. Even after washing and changing into casual clothes, he still couldn't get rid of the floral scent he had picked up in the factory.

His wife was right beside him, with her arms around him, being very intimate.

Two years ago, she would never have done this.

So even though it was a bit hot, Poirot still enjoyed it.

As he walked through the corridor, many people who knew Poirot saluted and greeted him, and Poirot responded with a smile as usual; his wife's somewhat mean face showed more and more pride, and her chest stood higher and higher, like a proud rooster.

Every time he greeted someone, Poirot's wife would count the "sins" of these people in his ear.

A family borrowed a small piece of salt from her a few years ago and has not returned it to date; a daughter-in-law poured dirty water on her own doorstep, refused to admit it and even blamed others; someone pretended to be drunk in the middle of the night and knocked on Poirot's door.

But there was not much complaint in their words, only pride, because now they all had to be humble in front of their husbands!
Her husband is her greatest pride.

She still had something to be content with.

Most people could only buy their own tickets and sit in the back row, but Poirot, as an elder of the Griffith family, was eligible to sit in the exclusive area designated by the Griffith family and watch the game up close.

Following her husband inside, she suddenly screamed and leaned over to Poirot's ear and said, "Who is that lady? Why is she dressed like a queen?"

"Keep your voice down." Poirot lowered his voice quickly: "That's Mrs. Denise."

"Oh, Mrs. Denise?! How come she has become so beautiful?" Poirot's wife put her hand to her lips and opened her eyes wide, smoothing out the wrinkles on her face.

She had met Denise before, but she had never expected that after a few years, Denise not only did not age, but became even more radiant than when Donald was alive.

It's like a flower that has been nourished.

Her skin was moist and white, and looked like solidified lard under the sunlight; her jet-black hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a white gauze round hat on her head, which was inlaid with tiny jewels, making her look extremely noble.

There was a confident look in her eyes, a smile on her plump lips, and she was wearing a simple long dress with tight shoulders and a high neckline. A dark green gem the size of a pigeon egg was shining brightly on her chest.

All her pride was gone, and Mrs. Poirot followed her husband in bowing to Denise, and sat down in a somewhat gloomy mood.

"Am I getting old?"

"Don't talk about you. I'm an old man."

"So... don't you want to find someone younger?"

Poirot said nothing, but smiled and took the lady's hand, holding it in his palm.

Denise had no time to pay attention to Poirot and his wife, as she was surrounded by noble ladies from various families.

Lady Jon, the spouse of Baron Morse of Eckland, asked, "Griffith's family has such an excellent heir as Baron Raven. Why do you still want to go to Monn City instead of enjoying the good life in the territory?"

Before Denise could answer, Lady Fermin, the wife of Lord Shufu of Holo Territory, said, "That's why Lady Denise was able to marry into the Griffith family. It is precisely because of her ambition that is no less than that of the gentlemen that she has injected vitality into the Griffith family."

Whether it was sincere or not, Denise found this statement quite useful.

Lady Jon realized that her words were a bit vulgar, and immediately changed the subject: "Lady Denise, from the beginning I wanted to ask, this pendant on your chest..."

"What are you talking about?" Denise held up the gem with a smile on her face, and her tone was full of boasting: "This is the 'Heart of the Forest', an ornament made by elves."

Originally, when Denise wore this Heart of the Forest, although it was beautiful, it was in harmony with Denise's temperament and did not stand out.

Now held up by her fair hands, it immediately showed its charm.

Although the noble women were well-informed, they had never seen such a beautiful treasure, with its exquisite and moving design and rich and vivid green color, as if they were really holding a forest in their hands.

They all stood there in a daze.

"It's really... absolutely beautiful!" Lady Jon praised, and suddenly her eyes turned and she said, "Isn't this jewelry a gift from someone in Mon'en City? And it must have been carefully selected, otherwise it would never fit your temperament so well."

Denise blushed but did not answer.

This sentence immediately aroused the gossip of the women around. Madam Fei Min whispered, "No wonder Madam Denise has been refusing to come back to Mon'en City. I wonder which noble can win your heart?"

Denise's lips curled up into a mysterious smile.

At this moment, Ingra's voice rang out, focusing everyone's attention on the arena.

"Next, there will be a special competition. We will see a classic, pure, and aristocratic knight duel!"

"Let us invite Mr. Weston of the Griffith family to face--"

"The first-level Earth Knight from the Gravel Territory, MGM!"

Denise's heart tightened.

Yes, that's why Denise is here even though she has a box.

The fences on both sides of the arena opened, and Visdon and MGM slowly rode out on their mounts.

MGM is okay, wearing standard imperial plate armor; on the other hand, Vesdon really has a bit of a dandy vibe.

The helmet alone was about a foot high, covering the head like a bucket, with two lightning-like sharp corners carved out of it; the shoulder armor was exaggeratedly inlaid with two triangular shields, and the lance in his hand was plated with a layer of silver, sparkling in the sun.

If it weren't for Claw Huang Fei's strong power and physique, he wouldn't have been able to be carried.

According to the etiquette of knightly duels, he rode to the edge of the field, and Denise tied her ribbon around the tip of his lance: "Be careful."

Weisdon grinned and said, "Don't worry, mother, I will take back the honor and dedicate it to you!"

After saying this, he urged his horse to go away slowly.

Staring at Weston's back, Denise frowned.

Lady Jon whispered, "Lady Denise, don't worry, Master Weston is a handsome man, he will definitely win."

This did not comfort Denise, even though she had done a lot for this battle.

For example, giving MGM 50 gold coins to let him go in this battle.

But Weisdong had to fight with others after all, and fighting meant getting hurt, which made her nervous.

She was not the only one who was nervous at the moment, Ingra who was hosting the show was also nervous.

Since Weisdon was the only applicant who was not extraordinary, he took great pains to arrange this competition.

The opponent, MGM, was born in a farming family, his horsemanship was average, and he had only recently become extraordinary; whereas Master Vesdon was always famous for his riding skills.

Now he just hoped that Master Weisdong wouldn't lose too badly.

But the most nervous person was not Ingra, but Visdon's opponent at the moment, MGM Knight.

Not only did he receive 50 gold coins from Denise as entrusted by his master, Ms. Doreen, but he also received 100 gold coins from Weston as a private gift before going on stage!
Everyone wanted him to lose.

God have mercy on him, MGM Knight is an honest man, and now he is a little embarrassed to perform in public in front of so many people.

He began to rehearse in his mind how he would deliver his shield to the tip of Veston's spear without leaving any trace, and how he would perform after falling off his horse.

Only Weisdon was full of confidence.

The referee is my man and I have bribed my opponent, so how can I lose this game?
"The duel begins!!!"

Following Ingra's shout, Weston started to accelerate his Yellow Claw, his horse's hooves trampled on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His opponent MGM also began to speed up and slowly lowered the lance in his hand.

The two of them are getting closer and closer...

Knight duels are always decided in one round.

He who falls loses!

At this moment, Denise and Ingra both held their breath. Just as the two horses crossed each other,

Nothing happened. There was a huge booing in the stadium.

Ingra was confused.

Weisdon was stunned.

The most confused one is MGM.

He predicted where Vesdon's lance would land and moved his shield, but he didn't expect that his prediction would be wrong!
Denise held her forehead with her hand, feeling relieved but also a little embarrassed.

Ms. Fei Min next to her was still trying to make up for it: "Mr. Weisdong, you are really... steady!"

In the box, Raven burst out laughing.

It has to be Ingra, who has been hosting for many years, is experienced and has strong adaptability: "Both sides conducted the first round of probing, and it seems that both sides feel difficult to deal with the strength of the other side."

"Okay, the knights on both sides adjusted their positions, got back into position, and started charging again!"

MGM was very nervous, he didn't want to return the 150 gold coins, so he made up his mind that he must fall this time!

So he decided to change his fighting style, and this time the shield would remain absolutely motionless.

But Visdon didn't think so. He thought that MGM had deliberately told him where his weakness was during the last confrontation, and it would happen again this time.

The result really happened again.

The two horses crossed their stirrups, and nothing happened.

Denise became increasingly embarrassed.

Madam Fei Min said: "This should be Master Weisdong... Uh, he doesn't want the other party to lose too quickly, he is really kind!"

Raven laughed so hard his stomach started to hurt.

What is this!
"What a wonderful battle!" Ingra boasted shamelessly: "The MGM Knight is experienced and attached his fighting spirit to his shield. Visdon observed it keenly, so he avoided it and escaped the trap of the MGM Knight!"

Most of the people present were there to watch the fun, and after listening to Ingla's explanation, it seemed more or less true.

In the venue, both sides got ready for the third time. Weston stared at MGM as if he wanted to eat him up - you boy, just lie down quietly!

MGM is also feeling aggrieved. This isn’t allowed, and that isn’t allowed. What do you want me to do?

He wished he could shoot himself and knock himself down!
Stirring up his warhorse, Visdon put aside all distractions and had only one thought in his mind.

Win, win, win!!!

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and with extreme concentration, Visdon could even see his own reflection on the other's armor.

He raised the lance in his right hand, pointed it squarely at the center of the MGM shield, and thrust it out suddenly just as he was about to get close!

boom--

The huge impact force caused the wooden lance to explode with layers of silver flakes, and MGM fell off his horse, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

Weisdon raised his lance high in his hand, almost shedding tears.

Finally won!!!

Ingra also breathed a sigh of relief.

If he fails this time, he doesn't know how to make up for it.

Denise's expression relaxed. She didn't care about winning or losing the game, as long as Visdon was not injured.

Mrs. Fei Min next to her looked relieved - if Weisdong still failed, she didn't know how to make up for it.

The most relaxed one was MGM. He lay on the ground, looking as tired as if he had just harvested wheat.

It’s so difficult to fake a match!
But with this experience, I will be able to cheat easily next time!

This game with twists and turns has brought a lot of joy to everyone, but it did not attract too many people's attention because the focus of today is still on the next 5th competition.

The competition is coming soon.

"Next, the current Baron of the Jiaxu family, Marquis Anthony's personal guard, the third-level Life Knight Akori, from the royal capital Mingnaigar City, will face off against—"

"From Moonlight Territory in Seaside County, a famous mercenary from Nord Province, the bodyguard of Viscount Laluen, the second-level bloodthirsty warrior Muga!!!"

As the passionate music began to sound, the fence in front of him slowly rose, and Akori Ota Gasia slowly walked into the arena.

As soon as I entered the venue, there were overwhelming screams!

Because not only is he from the royal capital, he is also exceptionally handsome.

He looked to be only about 25 years old, 1 meters tall, not too strong, and the tailor-made second-level enchanted armor perfectly outlined his inverted triangle figure.

Golden patterns were engraved on the silver armor, and enchanted lines beneath the patterns were pulsing with luster.

He didn't even wear a helmet, his long golden hair was loose, his green eyes were emitting electric waves all the time, and his facial lines even looked a little feminine.

However, his weapon looked extremely fierce and was not of common type. It was nearly 2 meters long, with a single-sided blade, and was thick and long.

The reason why it is not called a knife is that its blade is not straight, but has a sawtooth shape or the shape of a wave.

A smile appeared on Akori's lips. He held a weapon in one hand and blew kisses with the other hand. He looked like a typical playboy.

His opponent, Muga, had a serious expression on his face, and was wearing a set of enchanted armor that was very much in the style of a mercenary. The so-called mercenary style meant that it didn't matter whether it looked good or not, as long as it was practical.

So Muga's helmet is black, his shoulder armor is silver, his chest armor and leg armor are yellow, and his pair of combat boots are black.

He held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and there were three short axes stuck behind his belt.

He couldn't compare to Akori in appearance, but a hideous scar running from the right corner of his eye to the left corner of his mouth made him look more sinister, as if he had rolled out of a pile of dead bodies.

As per the rules, the two men walked to the center of the field, Muga raised his weapon, but Akori remained motionless.

"What do you mean?" Muga asked in a deep voice.

Akori shook his head and said, "You are not worthy to be my opponent."

"You!" Muga raised his eyebrows and nodded vigorously: "Okay, very good!"

"I wanted to give you some respect because you are a noble of the capital. But since you are so arrogant, I will let you know how big the gap is between a delicate flower like you who was raised in a greenhouse and a warrior like me who fought in a sea of ​​blood!"

Seeing that the two were reluctant to clash their weapons, Ingra said, "Wow, it looks like there's something wrong with this link. Baron Acore doesn't seem to understand the etiquette here..."

His intention was to smooth things over, but before he could finish, Akori suddenly raised his weapon and pointed it at Ingra.

Even though they were some distance apart, Ingra still felt like something was stuck in his throat and swallowed his saliva: "It seems that Knight Acorri has something to say. Let's be quiet for a while."

The noisy sounds in the field gradually died down.

Acorri cleared his throat and said loudly: "I, Acorri Ota Gassia, am here to participate in this competition on behalf of Marquis Anthony."

"I am a noble. My opponent should at least be a knight, not a vulgar, low-class mercenary like this!"

At this point, he raised the strange weapon in his hand and pointed it at Muga: "But out of respect for Marquis Anthony and Baron Raven, I can give you a chance to prove yourself."

"In this battle, I will not use my fighting spirit, nor will I use any combat skills. As long as you can hit me, you win!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Some people disdain his arrogance, while others are shocked by his confidence.

Although the third level has a huge advantage over the second level, it would be a bit too disrespectful if it doesn't use fighting spirit or combat skills.

You know, the biggest difference between a third-level knight and a second-level knight is the use of fighting spirit.

Muga's facial features were all twisted together in anger: "Well, then you better be prepared. If your face is damaged, you won't be able to sell it for money!"

Ingra was very happy in his heart. Akori's words were more inflammatory than ten thousand other words he could say: "Since Knight Akori said so, let us witness this battle!"

"The duel begins!!!"

Muga pursed his lips, took off the short axe from his back, wrapped it with thick blood-colored fighting spirit, and threw it fiercely at Akori.

Then he let out a loud roar, and his body was wrapped in an invisible layer of blood-red armor. He swung his legs and rushed forward as if walking on water!
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(End of this chapter)