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    A drop of cold water hit my face and slid down my face. I tried hard to get up, but I couldn't.  I turned over hard and looked up at the dark sky, and then I saw the rain falling on me like crazy.

    "Where am I?" I weakly raised a hand, trying to stop the damn rain from falling on my eyes, but it was in vain, the rain still passed through my fingers and hit my face hard.

    I lay on the ground, and the heavy rain knocked out a layer of smoke from the soil, wrapping me in it like the breath of death.

    "Where is my sword?" My fingers touched the mud like a monster, but I didn't find anything.  As I stretched out my arm, I felt severe pain in my waist. I groaned in pain and felt a large amount of blood pouring out of the "hole".  I tried to press the wound tightly, but I curled up in pain from my own movement.

    "Did Master Diboer lose? Brother?" Bitril looked at Stanton beside her, her face full of anxiety.

    "Not yet, but it seems to be coming soon." Stanton said weakly.

    I don¡¯t want to lose like this, this is my first knight swordsmanship competition, I must enter the finals!

    "You, a foreigner from a foreign continent, actually want to come to the empire's most glorious knight competition to show off and deceive? What do you want to prove? Prove your own stupidity?" My competition opponent is the knight Casillas of the Royal Guards Knights.  Said contemptuously.

    one day ago:

    "Hey, I said DiBoer, you really don't want to go have a drink with us?" Stanton said to me as he walked away.

    "Stanton, I have to say it hundreds of times before you hear clearly, I'm not going!" I almost yelled at Stanton.

    "Climo and Chicobol are already waiting outside. Stanton, can you please hurry up?" Asantean is much better now and is standing at the gate happily chatting with Muckle and the others.  .

    Since the end of the Cavaliers game, Stanton has been getting along with Cremo, Chicobol, Muckle, Dennis Jr. and Sirivas all the way. They hang out all day long, and now he also adds Asante  .  If nothing else happens, the "Blue Flag" pub will probably close early today.

    "Mr. Diboer, why don't you go? The official competition of the Knights Competition will start tomorrow. It's good to go out and relax." Bitril looked at Stanton and his gang pouring out and said back to me.

    "I want to practice for a while." I am obviously a lazy person, so I can only deceive the simple Bitril.

    "Montetier, I need to go out for a while," I saw Montetier's strange eyes and quickly made a small gesture, "Don't ask, I'll come back and tell you when I get back."

    It was getting slightly brighter, so I had to get out of bed because I had been drinking with these guys all night for the past few days, and now I felt like my throat was on fire.  I think I need to find some water to drink.

    I don¡¯t know when I drank all the water in the water bottle in the room. I shook the bottle, put it down in disappointment, and then walked downstairs.  I remember there was a big tank filled with rainwater in the courtyard downstairs. There should be water there.

    I staggered to the courtyard and suddenly found someone standing in the middle of the courtyard.  "Who? Stanton? Asantean?"

    "A friend of yours, Master DuBoer, I just came to deliver a message to you." After saying that, the mysterious man threw me a linen hand roll and then disappeared.

    "Is there a ghost? Or am I dazzled?" I rubbed my eyes, hurried to the water tank, climbed on the edge of the tank and took a big gulp of water.  When I was almost full from drinking, I stood up and turned around to find the hand roll.

    I picked up the hand scroll from the ground and looked at it against the ray of sunshine in the morning:

    "Dear friend Diboer, we have learned about your reward and want to tell you good news: Jesse (Xiu Ting) is now under our control. Please be sure to come to Warehouse No. 72 in the trading area within today  .(one person)

    Signature:

    "Your friend, Sconna Nord"

    I tried my best to suppress my impulse and shut my mouth tightly to prevent myself from shouting.  I hurried back to the room, closed the door and read the letter carefully again.

    "Could it be a scam?" I don't think so. He can go to the territory of the quasi-knight champion Flame Knight alone, and it is still a marquis's mansion. I guess such a capable person will not be a liar.

    "Is it a conspiracy of the men in black robes?" This is very possible, but even if it is a conspiracy, I have to go there for Jesse (Xiu Ting).

    I found the worst excuse to cancel Stanton¡¯s party, then I fooled Montetier and quietly slipped out of the back door of the residence of Marquis Richard.??Get out.

    It¡¯s really hard to find Warehouse No. 72 in the trading area. I walked around the trading area for a long time before I found it.  I carefully checked the door number countless times, and after confirming for the last time that it was correct, I opened the door and walked in.

    Led by a man who looked like a clerk, I walked through the chaotic pile of goods to the back door of the warehouse. Then I was blindfolded, gagged, and thrown into a carriage.  In the carriage I was disarmed.  I vaguely felt that the carriage did not leave the city, but was heading somewhere in the city in twists and turns.

    After spinning for a long time, the carriage finally stopped, the door opened, and a "person" came up.  (My blindfold has not been removed, so I can¡¯t be sure if the person coming up is a person)

    "Dipor, I am Sconna Nord, you can call me Nord." This is a very old voice, the voice of an old man.

    "Jessie (Xiu Ting) is in our hands. This is what she asked me to give to you." After saying that, the man named Nord put a cloth ball into my hand.

    "To see her, you must enter the knight finals and assassinate the king: Tetrik at the championship award ceremony!"

    "Do you understand?" I nodded vigorously.

    "Okay, I've finished my words. I look forward to your good news. Goodbye!" After the man said that, he got out of the car, and the carriage continued to carry me in a circle.

    I clutched the ball of cloth in my hand tightly, trying hard to guess what was on it, until I was thrown heavily off the carriage.

    The rope around my wrist has been untied. I pulled down the blindfold and took out the rag from my mouth. I found myself in a residential area, only one street away from the Marquis' official residence.

    I used the street lamp to open the cloth ball in my hand and saw a few words written on it in standard Chinese:

    "Jun, I miss you."

    today:

    The Knights Competition held every three years by the Holy Malaga Empire is held on time in the Royal Plaza of the administrative district of the Royal City of "Berestia". King Tetrik, the youngest and most charming king in the history of the empire, attended the competition in person.

    12 knights (including me) from the two major knights of the empire (the Royal Guards Knights and the Archangel Knights of the Holy See) and the major legions in active service will decide the final champion in the three-day competition, and this lucky man  The champion will have the great honor of being awarded the Order of Holy Knight by King Titrik himself.

    Today is the first knockout round of the competition, and half of the 12 knights will be eliminated.  I was assigned to the red group with a knight named Casillas. I didn't know his strength. I only knew that I had to kill him.  But after the game started, I knew that I was no match for him, absolutely not.

    At this moment:

    Casillas¡¯ curse woke me up and I knew I was still in the game.  I pulled open the straps on the helmet hard, took off the helmet and held it in my hands.

    "What are you doing? Ridiculous guy, do you want to kowtow to me? Haha"

    With a "bang" sound, the helmet I threw out with all my strength hit Casillas' face accurately. I even saw two bloody teeth flying in the air.

    Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly got up, rushed forward, hugged Casillas' legs hard, and threw him to the ground.  Then I sat on top of him and punched him in the face again and again. His helmet was deformed by the smash, and the cracked iron sheet pierced my fist. I didn't feel any pain, I just kept punching him.  .  I smashed it with my fist, and when I was tired, I grabbed the shield that fell next to me.  .  .  .  .  .  .

    "You win, Knight Dibor, stop fighting, he is dying." Two referees ran over and stopped my madness.

    ¡°You won, you won, you won,,,,,¡± this voice kept ringing in my head repeatedly. I stayed on the ground numbly, and I couldn¡¯t even hear the thunderous cheers of the audience.

    "Did I win? Did I really win?"

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