Twenty Sided Dice

? It turns out that there is no limit to stupidity.

The sky is clear blue, without a cloud, and the sandy ground will soon be heated by the scorching sun of early autumn. Fortunately, the temperature is not as unpleasant as it was a month ago, and the knights in armor will not be roasted like chickens in a hanging stove. Siegel never liked lengthy ceremonies. He said a few simple words, hoping that everyone would pay tribute to the **** of warriors with fair competition and superb martial arts.

Then he sat under the pergola and watched the riding competition with Janet.

The galloping horses are always exciting, and the beautiful knights and the cloaks fluttering in the wind attract everyone's attention. Taking into account that the sooner the event is finished, the sooner the troubles caused by the stench of horse manure can be ended, the riding competition was put at the forefront.

"Who do you think will win?" Janet asked. "Do you have any professional advice so I can choose a few to bet on."

"You also participated in the gambling organized by Hunk?" Siegel laughed twice. At this time, he was in a very good mood. The cool red wine and fresh fruit, and the gentle cool breeze accompanied the blood and beauty. Such relaxation was very helpful for him to participate in fencing competitions in the future. "Janet, I don't know much about fighting on horseback. Most of the time I'm either using the phantom steed, which is an absolute obedient spell summoner, or a **** steed that's smarter than me. Kerry always gives me horses, but you Look at how many times I have ridden, haven't they been distributed to each knight? You have to ask Mana about this situation."

The female knight was also in the pergola, and she decided to protect Siegel herself. It's an uncertainty -- for Siegel, who wants to sneak off to races. "Mana, there are earth elemental guards under my feet to prevent anyone from digging in from the ground; a large air elemental above my head monitors the air; various magical protections around me, including space locks and time traps. I feel like I'm just moving The magic tower, do you really think I need protection?"

"This is the duty of a knight, it has nothing to do with your strength." Mana replied solemnly. She still remembers the mistakes made by the knight attendants before, and now she wants to set an example for everyone. A mercenary-born person is now the most loyal and self-disciplined knight in Heimland, and she has made unimaginable sacrifices.

"Okay, but can you sit down? It doesn't affect the rules of knighthood." Siegel changed a stool. Not far from the side: "You stand there heroically and it also affects me watching the game."

Mana nodded, sat down, and then twisted stiffly to look around.

The racecourse is the most popular entertainment venue in Heimland - aside from certain houses with red lanterns. It is half a mile long, and it takes more than a thousand steps to run around it. The ground is covered with fine and heavy sand, which will not be easily blown up by the wind, but it can also play a buffering role. Usually, it is a place where knights show their riding skills, train horses and people gamble on horses. It is always bustling and very lively. It's even more crowded now. Thousands of different flags were flying around the arena, and various family crests were displayed in the wind. Those who are eliminated in the first round must take down their own flags, and those who determine the ranking in the future will have a specific place to place their badge flags.

"Dad, ride a big horse!" Isaac changed his usual mischievous look and sat obediently beside Siegel. The hilarious scene and the honey lollipop in hand all played a good role. He is learning very fast, and can already express his meaning accurately, with a touch of the demeanor of a young lord. He finally fell in love with the sword, and when Siegel came out of the magic laboratory, he chased after his father and reached out for a gift from the knight.

Siegel agreed with a smile. Instead of using magic, he cut a wooden sword entirely by hand. Then made a small round shield. The metal helmet is too heavy, and a crocodile hat is enough for Isaac to be excited for a long time. As for the armor, Siegel doted on a small Mithril shirt. Light, flexible, and a real piece of armor.

Every ring of the mithril shirt was made by himself, just like he made the first armor for himself in the grocery store of the dwarf "Pi Duck" Ding Bao. If you look carefully with a magnifying glass, you can also find that there are extremely fine runes on some of the rings. Everyone thought it was a precious toy, but Siegel didn't think so.

"Look well, son," Siegel said. "You need to eat well and grow up fast. Get strong and you'll have a foal that's right for you."

"I want to ride a dragon and become a dragon knight!" Isaac's appetite was even greater.

"You've already ridden it, boy. Dragons aren't comfortable to ride." Siegel looked around, and Modesty was thankfully not here. The dragon girl's strength improved by leaps and bounds, but she was still surpassed by Siegel, which made her very unhappy. And as her body grew, the hunger became stronger and stronger. The fresh flesh and blood wrapped in metal became especially attractive to her, and just thinking about it made her drool. Siegel finally understood why dragons like to eat knights in full armor. It's the same way that humans invented sandwiches - sandwiches of metal and flesh.

Modesti decided to go back to Shengse Peak to rest for a while, and then come back after the competition is over. Having said that, she never left, locked herself in the bedroom all day, and didn't know what she was doing.

Sitting on the podium, it has the best view and is also away from the cluttered and noisy audience area. All the contestants and their support teams gathered near the podium. Only on the opposite side are the ordinary seats, and there are hawkers selling all kinds of food there. Figs, dates, melons and kebabs, as well as a refreshing ale that is never lacking. In order to prevent people from getting drunk and causing trouble, all ale must be mixed with water, but the price cannot exceed a can of copper. This is not profitable and will cause toilet blockages, so some smart people came up with the idea to sell fruit juice drinks in the venue, which is really popular.

"I want to eat something else, I'm a little hungry." Isaac shook the candy in his hand, then shouted, "Or tell them to fight!"

"Be patient, child. Although it's a little difficult for your age, it takes patience to become a dragon knight." Siegel touched the top of Isaac's head and said, "Those who have no patience will become food for dragons, and Not a knight, understand?"

These are of course "famous sayings" that only appear in fairy tales and knights. The real situation is that without the protection of powerful spells, or the direct intervention of divine power, it is impossible for people to ride on the dragon. Trying to match the patience of a dragon with a near-infinite lifespan has never been a human forte. Humans are a short-sighted, aggressive and impulsive race that learns quickly but always forgets lessons.

The game went on for several rounds. A knight came under the rostrum from the preparation area and shouted loudly: "Count Siegel, I'm going to start a knight duel against you!"

The shout naturally caught Siegel's attention, and he looked away. I saw the young man surrounded by his bodyguards. From the griffin coat of arms on his armor and helmet, it's not hard to guess that he is Werther Griffin.

The dark brown hair is enough to make many girls like the handsome face and firm eyes. He is like a fighter who challenges a giant, a brave man standing in front of a giant dragon. It's not a good thing to describe yourself as the evil leader of the drama, but it's the only way to show the difference in strength between the two.

Werther had taken off one of his gloves. Throw it in front of Siegel. Isaac didn't know why, and wanted to reach out to help him pick it up, presumably to give it back to him and tell him not to throw things. Siegel mentioned his son, put him on the seat, and said softly, "This is an invitation to a duel, not for you, you can't move."

Mana asked the guards to surround Werther, and at the same time guarded the surroundings. Could this be another diversion move, she couldn't allay that concern. What are these knights doing? Do you want to use this stupid method to attract the Lord's attention? The newly rising class of mages and mages and craftsmen in Heimland is just a trend, and they have no ability to influence the class of knights, so why should the lord be unhappy?

Although he had already guessed the identity of the other party, Siegel still asked: "Who is your last name, which family, and what identity and reason did you ask me for a duel?"

"Witter Griffin, from the starry kingdom of Griffin Castle, son of Orson, royal knight and battlefield baron." Witt held his head high, so that he could look directly at the condescending Siegel. "You cast evil spells. The old man of the Griffin family can no longer speak, and a nobleman was thrown into the mire, insulting the honor of the Griffin family. For this, I ask you to duel."

"Do you know what the teacher stands for?" Siegel wasn't as annoyed as he was a few days ago—it was just for him. Instead of targeting Janet, he can still speak calmly: "Do you really think you have a chance of winning?"

"I invite you to a knight duel for the honor of the Griffin family. You are a teacher, and I am an air knight."

"You mean you want to use a mount?" Siegel couldn't help laughing: "Griffin is not the only flying mount creature in the air, you still have no advantage." He leaned down and picked up White gloves on the ground. Pinch. "Although I have a 100 percent certainty of winning, I am not ready to give up my rights. As the challenged party, I have the right to decide when, where and how."

"Clean up the field, just here and now, I don't want to affect the mood behind this matter~www.readwn.com~ Siegel said: "Long sword against long sword, let's stand on the ground and fight. Whatever mount you have prepared, leave it aside. In the sky of Myr City, only what I let fly can fly. "

"This has greatly damaged my strength." Werther replied stubbornly, but he couldn't find any reason to refute Siegel.

"It's not too late to think that something is wrong," Siegel said to him. "But just because you're not polite and call me you instead of the count, you should also learn a lesson. It seems that you have Fully armed, then let's go down. If the delay is long, it will be bad to bet on the periphery."

Siegel flashed and went directly to the racetrack. He hooked his fingers at Werther and began directing the energy focus lens.

He would definitely not use the power of Myr's core to deal with an ordinary knight, but the action to activate all the magic alerts in Myr City still needs to be done. The energy core sank into the ground with a roar, and was protected by layers of enchantment. The detected magic spread out from the city of Myr, alerting the mages of the Federation.

"What happened?" they asked each other. To be continued.

PS: Chapter 444 is killing people, right?