Civilization Guardian Front

Among the refugees in exile, there are two combat powers comparable to paladins, which is too suspicious no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, the opponent's group is on the other side, and they won't meet until the final.

It is necessary to contact Sharon once before, to reach a consensus on how much money should be given in the competition, and to unify the caliber...

Right now, it's better to put other things aside first, and avoid mentioning any information related to Sharon, so that there will be room to cooperate with the other party's performance in the future.

Chios quickly exchanged glances with Ryan, confirming that they both had the same idea.

"Thinking too much, participating in the Capital Athletic Competition has no honor for paladins at all. Even if you win the championship, it can only be regarded as bullying the weak and demeaning yourself..." Chios retorted with a faint smile on his face. The latter guess.

Without waiting for the question to be thrown, he continued on his own:

"No, you're not wrong in the first part of the sentence. In this competition, there are indeed some competitors with good status, reputation and strength."

"Brother Chios spoke too lightly..." Ren took the words along the way, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture.

Two people from the three major dukes in the Theocracy came, one of them was the new successor title holder, plus the jewel in the palm of the Earl of Torbana, all of them had a lot of background, and they all had the ability of senior knights , and only Big Brother Chios can not take them to heart, just glance at the names and return to normal. "

Hearing this, the three ignorant girls couldn't help being curious and came forward to look at the notice board.

Following the direction of Ryan's fingertips, their eyes stopped for a moment on the three names...

"Medina Ortinanos"

"Worro Liponti"

"Soltilina Serulut"

The first was a young girl who had just inherited the title of Duke of Michigan, and the latter two were members of the Duke of Taft and the Earl of Torbana respectively.

"There's nothing to say about the man, but Medina and Soltilina, according to what Ryan heard from others, both of them are rare beauties~"

Noticing the change in the eyes of Asuna and Lyfa, Ren secretly smiled.

She knew all too well how to fan a fire.

Anyway, mentioning these things now is just to change the subject, Big Brother Chios shouldn't blame himself...

Well, it should be...

"As far as Ryan knows, in some areas, the winners in the arena seem to be able to do whatever they want to the losers. I don't know if the big brother is interested in bringing this fine culture into this country, representing our hometown, and showing the people of the earth. What about masculinity?"

"teacher..."

"Mr. Chios..."

The two looked indifferently with a trace of suspicion, and shot at Chios.

Although the priestess who had just joined the team did not make a sound, she took two small steps back and silently distanced herself from the young man.

Obviously I didn't do anything...

At this moment, Chios wanted to arrest the executor companions around him into the secret room and train them for three days and three nights like never before.

But he quickly suppressed the impulsive flame in his heart.

The experience and knowledge accumulated in thousands of flowers is no joke...

"makes sense."

He smiled at Ryan.

Turn from defense to offense.

"Take this opportunity to marry the daughter of a great noble family, which is beneficial and harmless to my development prospects in the Theocracy. In the Middle Ages, a good marriage could make a wandering knight become a lord in one step. The same reason, perhaps in this place with a similar background Applicable too, thanks for reminding me."

He was still not satisfied when he said this, he raised his hand to cover his face, and added:

"I consider my appearance to be passable, and I believe that if I win a fair duel and propose a marriage request, the other party will not refuse."

"Teacher!" Asuna said anxiously.

"How can you succumb to the old bad habits for the sake of immediate interests? A marriage without feelings will not be happy!"

"Facts have proved that the divorce rate of free love is much higher than that of ancient marriage contracts. What is needed to maintain a relationship is the patient cultivation and adaptation of both parties, rather than the willful naivety of haggling over each other, magnifying the inspection of shortcomings, and going back on the slightest disagreement..."

Enlarge the advantages of the narrative, and write off the disadvantages without even mentioning them.

As long as he has the heart, Chios can explain the cause of anything in a high-sounding manner:

"Besides, improving the situation of the Volunteers is the most important thing compared to my personal happiness. In this regard, no matter how much you want to admit it, being an aristocrat is much more useful than being a commoner... than being a refugee."

Oh?

Accompanied by an exclamation that could not be heard as understanding or anger, Alice lifted the tent curtain and walked into the report office.

Selka, who had promised to come to watch the competition the night before, did not follow her.

Apparently, the sisters are still in a delicate cold war.

"It turns out that you want to benefit your compatriots through marriage with the nobles. It seems that I have always underestimated your ambition, Chios..."

(Damn.)

Chios helped his forehead helplessly.

In front of the chief knight whose status is no less than that of the county bishop or the earl, it is absolutely impossible to use the benefits of noble status to overwhelm.

After all, no matter where you start from, Alice is the best choice for him to take a shortcut.

He would rather have a relationship with a daughter of a nobleman whom he had never dealt with than Alice.

Such a choice of looking far away is simply humiliating, saying that the other party has no femininity.

"I just responded to Ryan's joke just now, and raised a possibility..."

As Chios said, his purple eyes looked coldly at the silent registrar.

"Is my tent set up?"

"Uh..." The official hesitated for a moment before being glared at by the young man with sharp eyes like a knife.

Feeling that his life was in danger, the official nodded quickly.

"Of course, I'll let someone take you there."

Hearing this, Chios breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, Your Excellency Alice, I still need to warm up for the upcoming battle, so I won't bother you here."

Chapter 860 Eight? Set up casually

Walking into the tent assigned to him, Chios found a seat and sat down.

Following the girls who entered the tent, they looked around the room.

On the deep red velvet carpet, there are exquisitely carved walnut tables and chairs, storage boxes, armor and weapon racks.

Plates full of fresh melons and fruits and a variety of cheeses are placed on several low cabinets within easy reach of different seats.

All the tableware was silver, including the candlesticks that were burning pale gold beeswax.

"I thought it would be very simple, but I didn't expect it to be so luxurious..."

"The treatment given by the church to the contestants is pretty good."

"No, most of the tents we saw on the way here are much smaller than this one. This should be paid for at your own expense, teacher?"

Chios shrugged and admitted that Asuna's guess was correct.

The Church of Tears of Aureas is indeed rich, but as a state-religious governing institution, all aspects of financial expenditure are not small, especially now that military expenditures are increasing day by day to deal with internal and external threats, it is even more impossible to generously provide hundreds of contestants Such a luxurious accommodation.

Such a huge expense is enough to hire a team of thousands of experienced mercenaries to fight for a month...

"The free tent only has a bed, an armor stand, and a storage box with a simple lock. It is not much different from a single room in a hotel. Although it is not cheap to upgrade at your own expense, as you can see, the money is not wasted."

"Excuse me, how much does it cost to upgrade?"

"50 silver."

"It's so expensive!? Isn't it only two days?"

"What you want is expensive."

Chios picked up a grape from the fruit plate and put it in his mouth. After chewing and swallowing slowly, he continued to explain:

"Even if the church offered the cost price, those contestants who are not rich or stingy would probably not pay. In contrast, the wealthy gentry and nobles don't care about paying a little more to appear superior to others... After all Happiness is based on comparison. Having things that most people can’t get will bring a sense of superiority. In this case, of course, the price of luxury goods should be set as high as possible. "

"Let's not talk about that, the game will start in less than an hour. Although it is not my game, it is rare to witness a large-scale melee up close. I think it would be a pity to miss any game. I suggest you seize the opportunity. "

On the first day of the competitive competition, a team elimination system is adopted. The contestants are divided into eight teams according to the color of the burqa. The two teams form a group to compete for the promotion qualification. The other group advances to the squadron fight, and advances to the individual competition after winning.

Teammates in the previous battle become enemies in the next battle, which not only prevents some impostors from advancing, but also satisfies the evil taste of killing each other...

I don't know who came up with the idea, but Chios personally appreciates this competition system very much.

If it were not for the fact that Sharon participated, he believed that he would have enjoyed watching the contestants compete for the ranking.

It's a pity that the winner on the right side of the schedule has been determined, and with myself on the other side, there is no suspense about who will be the finalist.

The only question left is, who will win the championship?

Thinking up to this point, Chios's eyes froze slightly.

He got up and walked to the armor stand.

In front of him is a chain shirt, breastplate, neck guard, and helmet.

The burqas that identify the team are neatly stacked on the storage box next to them.

The priesthood of the church heals minor and severe injuries, but if the wounded have their throats cut, their hearts pierced, and they die on the spot before they can be treated, no miracle will work.For safety reasons, the organizer lent each contestant special equipment to protect the vital points, so as to reduce the probability of tragedy as much as possible.

Of course, the final choice is always in the hands of the contestants, and they will not be banned for not wearing armor, as long as they are willing to bear the corresponding risks.

For Chios, ordinary steel armor is of little use.

Weak enemies can't hurt him at all, and opponents of comparable strength can easily tear through and bypass this layer of defense.

Even the plate armor with the highest defensive performance is still useless against a skilled killer like Sharon.

After thinking for a while, he withdrew his hand reaching for the helmet, and only took the burqa from the glove box.

Swish!

Cold light flashed.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Chios flipped the cut white robe over his left shoulder and fixed it with a brooch to form a one-sided cloak.

"In your spare time while watching the battle, you can return to this tent to rest at any time, or go to the market in the temporary camp. You can move freely without following me."

After speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent.

"..."

The four girls who stayed in the tent looked at the slightly shaking curtain at the entrance and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, Priestess patted her chest with lingering fear and broke the silence:

"Mr. Chios is so serious..."

"Well, there is a feeling that when the temperature drops several degrees, even the air becomes thinner. I have never seen a teacher like that before."

"In other words, are there any opponents among the contestants that he must take seriously?"

Lyfa and Asuna looked at Ren at the same time.

Ryan spread his hands.

"Even if you are staring at me like this, Renn won't suddenly come up with an answer."

No wonder, you must know something...

It's not been a day or two since we met Ryan. During the process of getting along, both Lyfa and Asuna more or less noticed that this well-informed girl of the same age who sometimes reveals a different kind of meaning in his witty words is unusual.

Seeing that the suspicion on the faces of the two has not diminished in the slightest, Ryan knows that pretending to be ignorant will not work.

But it's okay.

She has many ways to fool her.

Ryan folded his hands on his chest in a helpless gesture.

"Va bene (well)..."

"Huh? Hey hey hey~~~"