I really can't control myself

At this time, the Tirante Sword Master looked at Linton with a somewhat confused expression, because Linton really lacked momentum. Fighting energy and other things can be suppressed and hidden, but in terms of momentum, it is difficult to hide, so no matter how you look at Tilante Sword Master, you feel that Linton is not a saint.

Tirant Sword Master was a little angry. After all, he had been waiting for four days. Was it really a scam? It's not fun to deceive a saint-level person. The Tirante Sword Master can't just laugh and pass it by.

Closing his eyes, the Tirante Sword Master took a breath, then suddenly opened them, and a strong aura spurted out directly forward. Seemingly sensing the crisis, several generals present immediately put their hands on their swords, while Garsain next to him instantly drew his sword, as if preparing for battle. Yes, they all felt the danger, and their instinct made them draw their weapons and seek self-protection.

Several soldiers behind him were so frightened by this momentum that they could not move, and even wanted to turn around and run away. They felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast and were about to turn into food at any moment. This was really terrifying.

Of course, Linton, who was closest to the Tirant Sword Master, also felt it. To be honest, this was the first time Linton felt the pressure of real momentum, an inexplicable feeling. Before, Linton thought that aura and the like were completely nonsense, but the aura exuded by the Tirant Sword Master actually had a sense of substance.

To be more specific, although the Tirant Sword Master didn't move at all, Linton felt as if a huge sword was coming towards his face. He could also understand that this was a fake, but he seemed to have been deceived. All of his body senses were normal, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Faced with this situation, Linton was not polite. He raised his head and suppressed him with a domineering look. His target was not only the Tilante Sword Master, but also everyone around him.

"Huh?" Of course, the Tirante Sword Master instantly felt the pressure of the overlord, and his expression suddenly changed. He understood that the other party was also sending out his own momentum to fight back at him, and this momentum was also very strong, but why he always felt something was different.

There was a "plop", and just when he was still thinking, there was a sudden sound of falling to the ground behind him, and a person in their team fell down foaming at the mouth. Tirant Sword Master turned around and looked. The expressions of the other people were not very good either. They were all suppressed. Among them, the disciple he had just accepted was having a hard time resisting because of his poor foundation. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. , but the body is already shaking.

Tirante Sword Master instantly withdrew his momentum, and Linton, who sensed this, also withdrew his Overlord Color at the same time. People on both sides breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They knew that this was a confrontation between the momentum of two saints, and they could not say what. From the current point of view, Linton still has the upper hand. After all, although the people here were suppressed and none of them fell, the one on the opposite side was directly knocked down.

"Boy, you are very capable." Tirante Sword Master smiled and said to Linton, "Your sword intention is very special..."

"You are very rude, old man. I'm inviting you to dinner, not to show off," Linton said.

"You really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I was wrong this time." Tirant Sword Master smiled and readily admitted his mistake. He now believes in Linton's level. Although he still doesn't know how the opponent practices, it doesn't matter. His fighting spirit was somewhat ignited, and now he wanted to have a good fight with Linton.

The current exchanges between the two parties are not pleasant, but in the eyes of others, they are at the level of gods fighting, and they can't control it. But at this time, Marshal Larouze next to him walked up and relaxed the atmosphere a little.

"Lord Sword Master, the dinner is ready. Can you please take a seat?"

Tirante Sword Master didn't give Larouze much face, he just said "Yes" casually, then turned to Linton and said: "Please."

"Please." Linton also said.

It was obvious that the only person here who could be treated equally by the Tirant Sword Master was Linton, but no one found it strange. After all, these two people were saints.

Soon the Tirante Sword Master strode into the camp. Soon, he was invited to the top position, and opposite him was Linton. Linton was also doing the high position at this time. After all, this was not It's not a military meeting, it's a banquet held in the name of a saint, so naturally the two of them take the top seat.

Both sides quickly took their seats, and Tirante Sword Master briefly introduced the people on his side. There were seven of them including the Tirant Sword Master and the Sword Master, but he only introduced the five people under his command, and did not mention the last one at all. Yes, this is the person who was stunned by Linton's overbearing look before, and now he was just woken up by being lifted up.

Several people introduced by Tirant Sword Master were his disciples, from the eldest Kevan to the youngest Pula. Although Linton definitely didn't know them, judging from the behavior of the people around them, these people were also very famous swordsmen. After all, even people from the same country had heard of their names. As for the last one who had just woken up, Tirante Sword Master did not introduce him directly, but the other party introduced him by himself, saying that his name was Loyle.

The other person didn't tell him where he was, but everyone present probably knew who this person was. It was obvious that he was from the opposite army, that is to say, he took advantage of the banquet to gather information. Of course, the Tirante Sword Master can also give him the identity of his disciple, so as to protect him, but the Tirante Sword Master seems to be disdainful of such panic, and does not introduce him anyway, which is tantamount to exposing the other party's identity. .

Although I knew that the other party might be here to gather information, I couldn't just drive them away now. After all, they were following the Tirante Sword Master, and it wouldn't be a good idea to drive back the people he brought with him. In short, Loyer's appearance made the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly become a little heavy. Marshal LaRouze also secretly called the guard next to him and gave some instructions, probably asking him to prepare in case someone discovered important information.

Of course, Linton also wanted to understand Loyer's identity. Judging from the current situation, the Tirante Sword Master seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him. He just fell to the ground and he didn't even ask. It seems that he didn't want to take this guy with him in the first place, but he probably couldn't shirk it. If this matter needs to be questioned, he must be the one to open the question, but Linton has no intention of asking. This... is quite interesting.

Picking up the wine glass, Linton said to the Tirante Sword Master: "I've heard of my name for a long time... No, I'm crossing my words. In short, I have been away for a while for some things recently, and as soon as I came back, I heard that you were going to challenge me. matter."

"It's a discussion." Kevan, the eldest disciple of Tirante Sword Master, couldn't help but remind him. After all, Linton's words seemed to be challenging him. This didn't mean that Tirante Sword Master was challenging him. Not as good as Linton.

"It's not important. After all, the fight is over. That's tomorrow's thing. Let's have a drink today." Linton said.

"No problem, I'll accompany you." Tirante Sword Master raised his glass and said.

Tirante Sword Master really didn't understand what Linton meant by inviting him to the banquet, but he was not afraid that Linton would really dig a trap for him. Apart from threats such as a holy war, he had a certain confidence in his own strength. I had absolute confidence and was not afraid of any conspiracy at all, so I came directly. Now it seems that Linton just wants to have a drink with him? Of course he is not afraid, whether it is swordsmanship or drinking, he is not afraid.

The two of them started drinking directly. Since the people at the head of the table were all moving, the people below naturally started to drink as well. Of course, they did not dare to toast the Sword Master, but the following disciples were also celebrities, and the two sides began to communicate. Of course, many people also secretly supported Loier. No one toasted him, but they were all paying attention to what he was doing.

After drinking and drinking for a while, Linton became a little drunk. Yes, his drinking capacity can only be said to be average, very average. Although the wine in this world is obviously not high-alcohol, he was still a little drunk after drinking for a while.

The Tirant Sword Master opposite was very confused. He was a big drinker, the kind of person who would drink wine as if it were water. After these few drinks, he didn't feel anything at all. Linton looked a little drunk. feeling? He dares to have a drink with himself. Doesn’t this guy know that he can’t drink enough?

You have to find an opponent to drink. Drinking with someone like Linton is no fun. The Tirant Sword Master was a little unhappy when Linton suddenly stood up and said: "Old man, let me introduce you to a big treasure. "

"Huh? What do you mean?" Tilant Sword Master asked.

"I recently found something interesting. I must show it to you. Come on, come on, follow me." Linton said.

This seemed to be an attempt to lure him into a trap. Most people would be suspicious, but the Tilante Sword Master was not afraid at all. Instead, he was a little curious: "What is it?"

As he spoke, he stood up, and when he saw the master standing up, of course several of his disciples stood up.

"Weapons...new weapons." Linton said with a smile.

"Weapon?" Tirant Sword Master was also a little curious. When talking about weapons, the only thing he could think of was naturally swords, guns, axes and axes. In other words, Linton recently got a good sword and was going to show it to him? This is not a problem, he also wants to open his eyes, and he also likes these very much.

However, what I didn't expect was that after hearing Linton's words, Marshal LaRouze's face suddenly changed and he stood up anxiously: "That... Great Lord Merlot, this weapon... can't be displayed..."

"Huh?" Linton frowned, seeming a little unhappy.

Marshal LaRouze was very anxious and looked at Garsain next to him with a clear look in his eyes. Gasein seemed to understand. He stood up and said, "Second uncle, that thing is confidential and cannot be looked at casually."

"Secret?" Loyer next to him suddenly became energetic.