Proof of the Sun King

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In the thousand-year history, there has never been a more exciting event than the Royal Tournament. On the spectacular Lion's Ring Racecourse, the loud and noisy sound resounded from every corner, and the humble people shouted and their low voices Overwhelmed by the panting of the steeds and the clashing of lances, the hoofs hitting the ground, the shields hitting the tips of the spears, the knights sweating in glory, the smell of barbecue and cheap cider couldn't hide the stench of sweat and dirt The smell, this is the Royal Tournament.

This is a grand celebration, and it is also a rare noble activity in the life of Brittany serfs that can relax, entertain and participate. After the fairy of the lake established the state of Brittany, there was a clear oracle to allow serfs. Their participation in this highest-level event is a very little happy time in their long toil and dull life. The knights and gentlemen will ride their war horses, go to the arena, and use their lances to fight for the highest honor for themselves. When the war horses clashed and the light and shadow of the lance crossed the hot air, it was the highlight of the game, and the crowd burst into waves of cheers, everyone hoped that the knight they supported to win the final victory.

This is the Royal Tournament.

Like the history of the founding of Brittany, the Royal Tournament also has a history of thousands of years. This was once the method used by Brittanian knights to ensure the knight's fighting power and sense of glory when they enjoyed a short peace time, but because of this competition. The convention provided a platform for the unknown and underappreciated knights to show their strength, and it quickly became the most popular event in the entire kingdom, gradually forming the current Royal Tournament.

Although the Royal Tournament has never fallen out of favor in the long history, since the Dole Tower incident, the Royal Tournament in Brittany has indeed been held less and less frequently. Up to now, there have been nearly two The Royal Tournament has not been held in ten years. In fact, it is not that the King of Knights does not want to hold it, but after the Dole Tower Incident, Britannia began to decline, and the financial capacity of the kingdom was gradually unable to support such a large-scale event.

However, unlike Richard's financial constraints, Ryan is rich. The new king is really rich. He took out 30,000 gold kronor in one go, plus the Fairy Church in the Lake to subsidize a part appropriately. Material conditions is satisfied.

In history, there have been many famous royal tournaments in Brittany. Before the Duchy of Artois died, the Duke of Artois once recruited his only daughter, and the winner could join the family and inherit it. As the Duke of Artois, hundreds of knights fought hard to marry the Duke's direct daughter.

Jules the "righteous" king of knights once held a royal tournament of knighthood in the Duchy of Winford, where he defeated a wood elf prince who was forced to give up a disputed territory, where the Bretons were A brand new Chapel of the Holy Grail was built.

Bunting flags were displayed. This year's Royal Tournament was especially grand. Hundreds of chefs were gathered together, and all kinds of wine and dishes were continuously served. Jaina and the others were sitting on the main stand. The dazzling golden chalice was placed in front of the stage. Hundreds of Breton knights were full of excitement and madness. This was an opportunity to show themselves in front of the lady. If If you can win, you can get the reward of the Holy Grail!

"My lady, do you really want the Holy Grail as a reward?" Ryan sat beside the fairy in the lake, Queen Surya was sitting on his right, Morgiana was sitting on the left of the fairy in the lake, Orika Sylvia and Sylvia stood behind them, while Veronica stubbornly moved a chair and had to squeeze it in the main stand, so Ryan had no choice but to let her.

Teresa's face was not as thick as Veronica's, and she followed Aurora to the VIP seat.

"If there is a feat worth mentioning, then why not?" The fairy in the lake sat dignifiedly on the high back chair in a lady's posture, leaning a pair of beautiful white legs, and when she saw Lane asked, she laughed casually. Said: "Occasionally, it is good to give the knights some incentives, but the Holy Grail will not be so easy to obtain. Whether the knights can get my approval or not depends on themselves."

It can be seen that the fairy in the lake is in a very good mood. The light blue heel taps the wooden floor lightly, and she said quite playfully: "Anyway, it is impossible for us, whether it is an imperial or a southern country, to be us. The opponents of the Brittanian knights, if the wood elves win, then very good, they will only get a gold cup, unless, the champion is a Tyrell knight?"

When the fairy in the lake said this, Ryan, Suria, and Morgiana couldn't help laughing, but Veronica didn't understand.

Today's Witch Garland is dressed in full costume. She is extremely proud that she has finally entered the top of the pyramid of human society. Veronica knows that if she wants to integrate into them, she cannot be excluded from the topic, so she immediately tries to ask : "Can you explain? Ryan? Sister Surya?"

"The knight from Tyrell has won the championship of the Royal Tournament of Brittany three times." Lane smiled and talked about this past, and the king of knights smiled helplessly: "Unfortunately, it was not a dignified victory."

Yes, the knights of the kingdom of Tyrell in the southern kingdom have won the Royal Tournament three times, but what they have done makes the Bretons feel disgusted and disgusted, from the fairies of the lake to the serfs, they They all hated those so-called knights in Tyrell, and even the serfs scolded these rogue knights not only would they not be scolded by the knights, but if they scolded them well, they might even be rewarded with a glass of ale and a piece of barbecue.

The first time Tyrell's rogue knights won the Royal Tournament was more than 600 years ago. At that time, it was the era of the third-generation knight king "White Death" Guillaume. At the Tournament, a team of Tyrell The knights joined the tournament, and then defeated the Breton knights in the lance charge, took the prize triumphantly, and stunned everyone.

As a result, the Bretons found out that the lances made by these rogue knights were about 30 centimeters longer than the normal standard lances! In such a competition, of course, the knights of Brittany cannot win the lance duel!

The second time the rogue knights of Tyrell won the Royal Tournament was in a final in which the two knights faced off for several rounds, as a result of which the Breton knights suffered sudden muscle twitches, foaming at the mouth, and were killed. Dismounted, it was the Tyrells who took the prize, they firmly denied that they had poisoned their weapons, and kindly suggested that the Bretons, your knights, are sick and should go to the Saria sanatorium. .

For the third time, when the rogue knights of Tyrell took part in the Tournament again, the Bretons had learned their wisdom, they checked the Tyrell's weapons, and set strict rules of the game, when both sides When the knight was about to enter the game, a Tyrell noble lady rushed out of the crowd excitedly and gave the Breton knight a warm kiss. Out of chivalry and vanity, the knight did not refuse.

As a result, shortly after the game started, the Brittanian knights were bruised and confused. They were easily defeated and died of poisoning afterwards. The defeated Bretons were forced to follow the agreement to withdraw from the army that attacked Tyrell. .

Similarly, after the incident, the Tyrells refused to admit that the noble lady had poisoned her lips.

"You can't trust an Imperial man unless the other is a Tyrell."

Brittany Proverbs

"Well, it turns out that the Tyrells are so shameless." Veronica felt that she had nothing to say after hearing this, but the Tyrells really did not have the spirit of contract. Due to the chaotic political situation in Tyrell and the fact that it has never been unified, local protectionism and populism are extremely prevalent in both the duchy palace and the court in Tyrell. Being kidnapped by populists, nobles often made random promises in order to run for the city-state prince. Anyway, they were elected first, which led to almost permanent chaos in Tyrell's political situation without the pressure of foreign enemies.

"Is Teresa just unwilling to come up?" Lane cared about the sorceress instead.

"Teresa said she wanted to be with Aurora." Suria shook her head, the female knight wore a crown and was all glamorous: "She said she didn't want to be special."

"Oh, what a rigid and proud little princess, this kind of opportunity is only a few times in a lifetime." Veronica immediately sneered: "How many opportunities does a witch have to sit and watch the game with the King of Knights and the Lady of the Lake in her lifetime? A lot of impossible things, in this case, maybe just a few words or a deal, things can be solved, if she has been on the air all her life, then she…”

"Okay, Veronica, watch the game." Ryan knew that Veronica was going to taunt Teresa again, and quickly motioned her to shut up.

The maelstrom in the backyard and the fight between dragons and tigers, Ryan vaguely know that the women are not convinced by anyone, and he can only pretend not to know many things, but they have reached a consensus on the unity of the outside world. Ryan can only let it go. He has to do it The main thing is to consolidate the authority of Surya's wife, and he can't control anything else.

On the other side, on the VIP seat, the Imperial Emperor Karl Franz and others were also sitting in the stands. At this time, the Brittanian knights, the imperial knights and the wood elf riders had entered the arena one after another, and the emperor was very interested. Looking at the grand occasion on the field, he said to Marius who was sitting beside him: "I remember that many years ago, this kind of knight competition was introduced to the empire."

"Yes, many years ago." Elector Marius looked disdainful: "But the national conditions of the empire are like this, unlike the oversight of the Lady of the Lake Church and the encouragement of the Lady of the Lake across the mountain, this kind of competition in our empire began at the beginning. All are good, but after a few or a dozen sessions, no matter how good the starting point is, it has finally become a place for a group of noble children to brush up their qualifications and compete for family background. The champion is often decided before the competition starts. , except for your Royal Rick Guard Tournament, because the emperor did not dare to fake it because the emperor personally supervised it, everything else is the same."

"Ah? Hehehe~" Marius told the truth so directly, all the electors of the empire were a little embarrassed, and everyone laughed awkwardly and wanted to reveal the topic.

"No! Uric will not allow this to happen, Marius, you are talking nonsense!" Elector Boris said dissatisfiedly, staring at his one eye.

As soon as the words fell, an imperial knight was knocked off his horse with a lance by a knight from the Kingdom of Brittany, rolled a few times on the turf, and passed out.

"fnndp! Middenheim has never held a tournament. You have chosen white wolf knights from your own people with the purest bloodline and the most kills. Do you think I don't know?" Elector and Tara of Tara Bayheim Helmut Fairhaba, Archduke of Baker Land, immediately retorted: "Shit, what a shame."

"You can do it!" Boris retorted: "Don't you claim that your dark swordsmanship is very powerful?"

"He? He is not dark swordsmanship at all, he is slow swordsmanship." Wamir, the Elector of Wolfen and the Grand Duke of Osterland, complained: "We all know that Helmut is the most important The source of combat power is his crotch, and his half-griffin mount can fight more than him."

"Cough, the weather has turned cold these days, and I'm not very comfortable, so let's forget it this time." Sure enough, the Elector Helmut knew that he was not strong enough, and he coughed twice: "By the way, did you find out? ?Your Majesty King Ryan, he is surrounded by women, and our Majesty Carl is surrounded by a group of stinky men, it's so weird, I'm shocked, this new king is really cool, is he busy every day? Read Jin?"

"Hahahaha~" There was a burst of laughter from the VIP seats on this side of the empire. The emperor and the electors found out that it was really the case. Karl Franz also smiled at Emilia: "Emano Li, do you want to go up and join them?"

"Why don't you go head-to-head with Ryan, my majesty?" Emilia replied angrily: "My majesty, haven't you noticed? The knights of the empire are about to be eliminated!"

The people who were joking and laughing discovered that, indeed, the imperial knights were defeated one after another, and they were about to be eliminated. Although the strength of the imperial knights was indeed not as good as that of the knights in Brittany, the emperor's face was not good. nice.

"Everyone, you say, if the Royal Tournament in Britannia allows an imperial man to win, will the Lady of the Lake grant him the power of the Holy Grail?" At this time, Elector Marius spoke up, with the expression of a mad count. It's like seeing your favorite prey: "I can't help but want to see the reaction of the lady in the lake."

"Marius...you want to play?" Karl Franz immediately realized Marius' plan.

"Why not?" Marius smiled: "I'm not afraid of anyone except the Holy Grail Knight. Today I'm going to experience the strength of the knight across the mountain!"

After speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, Marius Lightdorf, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivey, took out his Elector's Holy Sword, Mother of Destruction, and he sneered and signaled to his attendants to lead him. Mount, an imperial warhorse named Daisy Kurt von Herding II.

He's ready to play in person.

On the other side, the VIP seats in Brittany, the dukes also saw this scene, Francois said to Berhemond: "Look, the mad count of the empire is going to play, the knights we sent. Probably not his opponent."

"No! The glory of the Holy Grail belongs only to us Bretons! We must not allow the Imperials to win the Holy Grail!" Bethmond seemed to be touched by some sensitive nerve: "Never allow it! Attendant, come to my side !"

"No~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bethmond, you can't play!" Lawn, the kingdom's regent, said quickly: "As the Holy Grail Knights, we already have the power and glory of the Holy Grail. In terms of the spirit of chivalry, we can no longer Going off to fight for the Holy Grail, we can't **** what we've got, that's not chivalry!"

"Then what?" Bethmond asked François subconsciously, wanting to ask his opinion.

"The empire sends an elector, then we also send a duke. It's enough that the duke who is not the Holy Grail Knight will play." Francois said lightly: "As for the candidate..."

"Leave it to me!" Duke Baudrillard, the god-chosen champion of Mannan, the **** of the sea, stood up, his eyes were full of fanaticism and piety, and the Holy Grail he longed for was close at hand : "Let me meet the mad count of the empire for a while!"

After that, before everyone agreed, the old duke who was over ninety years old directly took the Seagod Trident from his subordinates and was ready to end the game!

At the same time, at the elf seat, Tigris was stationed with Lilith's Moon Staff. He noticed that both the Empire and Britannia would have legendary lords coming off to compete for the Holy Grail. Looking at Alaros, he said, "Eisley doesn't plan to go to the game?"

"I'm not fit to end, unless Ryan himself." Alaros shook his head. He stared blankly at the lake fairy who was joking with Ryan on the main stand in the distance. The wood elf's chosen champion was wearing a dazzling green light. The antler helmet, his face gradually firmed: "But we will take the Holy Grail and dedicate it to Lilith... Esters!"

"In!" A wood elf prince walked from the back to the front, his face covered in oil and resin full of unruly and wild power.

"Go and win this convention! Bring that Holy Grail!"

"Yes!"