Carefree Path of Dreams

693. Chapter 690 Competition

    On the day of the celebration, there was a hustle and bustle in the city of Santa.

    The treetops on the side of the road and the facade of the shop are covered with colorful ribbons, and people are dressed everywhere.

    Today, when the demon disaster lasts for four years, the ordinary people really need a reason to invigorate the spirit. Therefore, even the civilians wear their best clothes.

    The Stan Office has also changed the image of the past and became very generous.

    In the morning, on the street began to distribute fine food, such as white bread, mead, and even cake snacks.

    It is conceivable that even a freelancer may not be able to afford such a beautiful meal.

    In the place of giving away, there is inevitably a phenomenon of looting. If there is a team of fully armed elite soldiers to maintain order, the chaos will expand.

    LuLun, I…I am a little nervous! ”

    Baron Timo is wearing a tuxedo, and there are a lot of pleated lace decorations next to the collar. It seems to have a samba style in Fang Yuan. The most important thing is that the face is covered with a layer of white powder – according to the court. According to the etiquette, this is the attire that the orthodox nobles should have.

    Compared with clothing, all kinds of marriage etiquette are very cumbersome, so that Fang Yuan can not help but be grateful that he is only married to a baron's daughter, there are not so many rules.

    "Reassure, today, there will be no rivals who dare to come out, otherwise it will be right with Dagong!"

    Fang Yuan smiled and encouraged.

    I…I am not afraid of someone challenging, but so many courtesy, I am afraid I can’t remember…"

    Timo is crying out.

    "In this regard, the ceremonial officer next to you will remind you!"

    The former Baroness’s money came in and squinted at Fang Yuan, with blame in the scorpion.

    Ever since she knew that Fang Yuan had left Tanya alone in the territory and came to Santaa alone, she had never given Fang Yuan a good look.

    'Actually, if she knew the danger in the next Santa city, would she be the first to escape? '

    Fang Yuan stood by and watched the Baroness's mentality in the past few years. The mentality has changed slightly, and she is mourning power.

    If it were the feudal dynasties of the big unification, the Queen Mother would do the same thing in order to continue to listen to the pro-son.

    Of course, this is not the case, and with the support from the office, the baroness has to leave.

    Are only, her temper is not so good.

    Fang Yuan is fortunate, the maids and the servants, these geniuses are really bad mold, a little careless, will be a dog bloody.

    "Let's go, the celebration should begin!"

    The baroness stepped forward and looked at Timo with a critical eye, and immediately pulled up his hand: "You have a lot to do today! It’s time to go! ”

    Sure.

    Timo moved his lips, or habitually chose to listen.

    Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders and followed.

    Today, he only wore a white dress, wearing a noble robe outside, with a long sword at his waist, looking very smart and chic.

    The pedestrians got on the carriage, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the venue of the celebration.

    "In order to celebrate the festival, there is also the marriage of the daughter of the Murray Lai, and Stan Dagong deliberately decided to hold a big game!"

    Looking at the crowds outside, Fang Yuan couldn't help frowning.

    At this time, the custom of the Stan Principality is very similar to that of the ancient Western. The major festivals often have competitive games and performances.

    For example, this time, Stan Dagong had a hard time to deal with it. The competition project not only had archery, long-distance running, etc. in the traditional sense, but also joined the martial arts duel that can show individual bravery, and prepared 300 Stan gold coins for the champion. Reward, this is enough for some extraordinary people to end up desperately.

    When Fang Yuan entered, the contest in the venue also reached the final.

    The buzzing converges into a wave, and almost all the roofs are overturned.

    "Ladies and gentlemen, let's get into the final matchup. The winner will receive the title of Warriors personally enshrined by Stan Dagong and three hundred Stan gold coins!"

    In the middle of the game, a master of ceremonies roared hysterically: "The first is my left-handed player, the "barbarian" Will from the beastly wilderness, his hands can kill the giant bear, and the battle has been solved smoothly!"

    "And the warrior on my right hand side is Jaffa from the southern swamp! He is a martial-skilled warrior who specializes in using various weapons to solve opponents! ”

    "Well, kill him!"

    "Jaffa, I bought you to win!"

……

    In the venue, the atmosphere of the audience was smashed into Peak, full of a fanatical flavor.

    Being in such an environment is like being in a fire.

    Among the many hot or embarrassing eyes, Fang Yuan and others went to the high platform. The aristocrats in the Stan Principality were sitting here. It was obviously different from the crowded environment. Everyone had comfortable chairs and there were servants around. The maid serves.

    "Haha!"Timo, and Lun, come up! ”

    In the center of your nobility, it is the Stan Dagong who is the star of the stars.

    He held a gold wine glass and watched the battle under the stage with interest: "It's better to guess, who will win this victory?"

    I…I think it is Will, he obviously has the upper hand! ”

    Timo looked down on the martial arts. At this time, Will, wielding a huge axe, had already pushed Jaffa to the corner.

    "The Knight of Lun, what about you?"

    Star Dagong looked at Fang Yuan's eyes with some fun.

    "If there is a bet, I will press on the law!"Fang Yuan flashed in the eyes and replied with a smile.

    "Haha!"No matter who wins, I decided to give him the supreme glory to let him attend my daughter's wedding! ”

    Stan Dagong laughed.

    At this time, the audience suddenly heard a lot of exclamations.

    In Timo's horrified eyes, Jaffa, who was forced to a desperate situation, seemed to be a viper, fluttering toward Will, flying his legs around his opponent's neck and slamming it.

    Kacha !

    The sore bone cracks and the smashing grounds were not suppressed.

    The referee looked up and suddenly shook his head and announced the result aloud: "The winner…Jaffa from the Southern Marsh! ”

    "Jaffa!"

    "Jaffa!"

    During the time, the entire square was boiling up. The audience shouted the name of Jaffa, and those who made the wrong note were throwing their vows into the air with disgust.

    "Be quiet!"

    Stan Dagong stepped forward and his hands slowly pressed.

    Kacha !

    Many soldiers are moving in unison, with invisible majesty, and more likely to have an extraordinary influence in the dark, so that the entire venue is quiet.

    "My people!"

    Stan Dagong slowed the mouth opening, and the sound was magnified by Magic Spells and became far and near: "Today…Who is the hero on the arena? ”

    "Jaffa! Jaffa! ”

    "Yes, Jaffa, in the name of the Grand Duke of Stan, I am the Secretary of Honor, the Principal of the Principality! You will gain wealth and imaginable glory! ”

    Stan’s face is a little blush: “I announced that Jaffa will be allowed to participate in my daughter’s wedding, and today’s court dinner! Let us cheer for him! ”

    "Dagong!"

    In the midst of a cheer, Jaffa rushed forward and was a black man who humbly humbled.

    "Hold it, this is what you deserve!"

    Stan Dagong nodded, and the waiter next to him immediately took a bag of rumbling gold coins in the past.

    "Okay, it’s time to do business!"

    After the Stan Dagong finished this, he waved at the Momo. In the royal palace, a veiled girl was also surrounded by many maids.

    Go

    Fang Yuan pushed a lighter back and let Timo walk involuntarily.

    "Baron Shawshank, your family has been loyal to the public office for generations, and fulfilled the obligation of a baron of the Principality. According to the previous sacred agreement, I will give my favorite pearl, Mi Ruilai to you…"

    Stan’s grandmother said with a red face.

    At this moment, Fang Yuan looked back and saw a team of priests slowly coming forward. The first was an old man with a golden crown.

    "The Pope of Death?"

    The keen exploration made him immediately feel the hostility of the other party.

    "Jazz Lun!"

    The Pope saw Fang Yuan and his pace slowed down: "I heard that you inherited the inheritance of Glendon? Inaugured a legendary career – the Scourge Knight? ”

    "I think so.

    Fang Yuan nodded.

    "So, is that rumor true? The advancement of the Scourge Knight must be dead and resentful? ”

    While the Pope’s old man was talking, Fang Yuan’s brow wrinkled and felt that at least Six Paths’s method of detecting lies fell on himself: “Really!”

    "Death is the domain of my Lord!"

    The old man of the Pope proclaimed a voice, but did not continue to entangle, but strode forward and arrived at the venue.

    As the main wedding person today, he still has many more important things to do.

    It was a few archbishops, but they stayed around Fang Yuan, with the pupils all with cool colors.

    Daniel is also among them.

    'Lune, you made a big mistake! '

    At this point, his heart is full of pleasure: 'You are a soul, have offended the realm of my Lord, even as an ally, the Pope will never let you go! '

    For the sake of profit, the Church of Death can cooperate with the Principality.

    And the Stan Principal may not be willing to sin a big church for a quasi-saga! Or, in the balance of interests, it is easy to make a decision!

    'In fact, the former Pope has already contacted Dagong, Lun Knight, do you know that you have been abandoned? And the price the church pays, are only to sell some of the benefits! '

    Daniel’s heart sneered silently: 'Of course, you still have a little use value, so the Pope decides to let you play the heat, fight for the Principality to the last moment, and then judge you! '

    As a warrior, if you fight to the last moment, but you encounter an attack from the back, what kind of feeling would it be?

    This kind of revenge is really happy and thorough.