The huge oval open-air arena seemed a little deserted during the war, but today it is bustling with people. People from all over the world gather here, and even farmers who live for food and clothing come to join in the fun.

Carl surprised everyone by not charging admission, which is one of the reasons why this place is so popular.

People like to join in the fun. Although I don’t know what that idiot Earl is thinking, but since there is no admission fee, those people at the bottom will naturally come to see it.

But if you think that this will cause Carl to lose a lot of money, then you are thinking too much...

"The Earl is such a genius that he could come up with such an idea." Berg walked among the terraced seats. In his sight, the men in black were holding big baskets filled with various foods for sale.

There are also some drinks. In this era, Carl couldn't make any soda. These drinks are just some sugar melted into water, but even so they are selling like hotcakes.

"Ha, Karl, he doesn't look like a count, but more like a businessman who smells like copper!"

A female voice that made Berg somewhat dissatisfied came from behind him. Berg didn't like this woman at all. She had no respect for the Earl at all!

This is something he cannot tolerate. In his opinion, as a courtier of Karl, you must maintain sufficient respect for your master. This is something that all nobles in this world should do.

But when he thought about her coming from a villain's guild, he sighed. How much etiquette can you expect from a villain?

"Watch your words, Miss Spymaster. Your Lordship is magnanimous, but that doesn't mean you can overstep your bounds!" Berg reprimanded without hesitation.

"Hey, don't put that trick on me. You must know that it was the head of your family who asked me to be his spymaster." Teresa covered her mouth and chuckled, and a charming feeling emerged from the movements of her body.

"Put away your charm, it is a demon that will insult the soul, God will punish you!"

"God will not punish a person who works conscientiously. Chancellor, you use my men in black very smoothly. Why, when you see me, shouldn't you give me, the leader of the men in black, some respect?" Theresa said.

A smile is not a smile.

Berg felt powerless. It was difficult for him to refute. Teresa's work was indeed remarkable. At least since the establishment of Men in Black, Dortmund's dark side has improved a lot. This allows the count's authority to penetrate into every person in Dortmund.

corner.

"The salary of the men in black is paid by the Earl. Dortmund spends a large amount of money every month to support the men in black. It is natural to use them." Berg finally thought of a reason.

"I don't deny this. Otherwise, do you think you can mobilize the men in black at will? Otherwise, do you think you can let them work for you with peace of mind? How can the men under me be afraid of the power of the nobles?

, In the past, if they had the opportunity, they would not mind capturing a noble for ransom. Presumably someone with delicate skin and tender flesh like you was definitely their main target in the past, hehe."

The reason why villains are called villains is because of their lawlessness!

Berg was so angry that he was shaking all over. He would definitely go to the Earl to complain about this woman's rudeness.

"Okay, don't think about snitching on me. It's useless. Now go to the room prepared for us courtiers. I haven't seen a competitive competition in a long time. I hope it can help me find some fun in my boring life.

." Teresa shrugged her shoulders and left with brisk steps.

Berg looked at her back for a long time, finally sighed, shook his head and left.

…

"Is this the so-called private room prepared by Karl?"

Archbishop Sandri walked into a special place under the guidance of the waiter. He opened the curtain and saw a private room. There was also a viewing platform floating out in the private room, surrounded by wooden fences to avoid the viewing platform.

guests will fall down.

Looking out from this viewing platform, you can have a panoramic view of the arena, which made Archbishop Sandri marvel.

In fact, Karl originally wanted to design a floor-to-ceiling window, which would make the entire private room look better, but he had to give up because it was too expensive. This is not the 21st century, and glass is a rarity.

It's expensive. He can use it if he wants, but he can only use some. It can't be that some private rooms have glass and some don't, right? He doesn't worry about the scarcity but the inequality. He wants to do this so as not to be sprayed to death by the nobles who have been treated unfairly.

But even this is enough. At least the nobles are very satisfied. They can enjoy the competition comfortably in private rooms under the service of servants. There is nothing more joyful than this.

"I thought I would only enjoy such treatment in some opera houses, but I didn't expect that it would also be available in competitive competitions." Archbishop Sandry put the empty quilt on the table. The little attendant understood and immediately filled the quilt again.

wine.

Archbishop Sandri shook the wine glass, and the rose-colored liquid shimmered faintly in the light.

The same thing happened to every noble. Karl built these private rooms specifically for this competition. This was an open-air arena, so it was a bit difficult to build private rooms, but it was also overcome.

It would be a big mistake to really think that Karl was wasting money just for the sake of face. In Karl's idea, after these nobles leave, these private rooms may also be opened to the public to earn a batch of service fees, which is also good.

choose.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the audience, but the knights below began to compete.

The first game was a bow and arrow contest. Players wearing armor stood at different points, holding their bows high and aiming at their enemies.

Archbishop Sandri watched with great interest in the private room, and would eat a snack from time to time. Karl had taken adequate protection for these contestants, so he did not have to worry about any accidents.

"Huh? Who is that?" Archbishop Sandri suddenly noticed a contestant. He plucked the string of his bow and arrow boldly, and every twitch eliminated an enemy. His archery skills were terrifying.

Archbishop Sandri felt something familiar, as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"That is Lord Payne, the Earl's brother." the young squire replied.

"Oh, by the way! He is the eldest son of the Dias family." Archbishop Sandri slapped his thigh. No wonder he said he was so familiar. He had already met him at the investiture ceremony.

"I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Dias family is also an outstanding knight!" Archbishop Sandri was excited. For the first time, he thought that this family was extraordinary.

"As expected of a family of knights for generations, they deserve this honor."

On the other hand, Karl was also paying attention to the progress of the game. In the bow and arrow competition, Pine won the final victory without any surprise. In the past, when hunting, Pine would always kill a large number of prey, so he never doubted Pine.

of archery.

What follows is a swordsmanship competition. At this point, Pine is no longer so dazzling, but he is still outstanding. His swordsmanship is not that brilliant, but he has brute force. With this power, he swings

His sword was too difficult for his opponents to resist, and many of them were defeated.

When Carl thought that maybe Pine would win the championship again in the swordsmanship competition, a young man came out and killed him. In theory, he was no match for Pine, but what was surprising was that his swordsmanship was so brilliant.

The man is impeccable, and with his superb skills, there is nothing that Pine can do.

"Who is he?" Carl had never seen this young man.

"He is Boris, the second son of the Nell family. I heard that he did not want to be sent to a monastery or to become a squire, so he went out on his own and now he has become a champion knight at a young age!"

Obviously, Carl's waiter was already prepared to write down all the contestants. Also, there was nothing in Dortmund that Brother Derian would not remember. If it weren't for this diligence, Carl would not let him just like this.

Serve as palace minister.

"Champion Knight? My competitive competition actually attracted the arrival of a champion knight?" Karl was a little surprised. The weight of the champion knight is still very sufficient. With such a supreme honor, many nobles will look up to him.

One glance.

"No matter what, I hope to meet this young man after the game." Karl ordered. In fact, this is not the first person he has done so. There have been several others before.

It's what he likes.

After the competitive competition is over, he will formally invite these people to join the Templar Order he formed. It is up to him whether they are willing or not.

"As you wish." Brother Derian nodded and walked out of the private room. After giving a few instructions, he returned to the private room.

It is true that one force can defeat ten masters, but when the opponent's skills are strong enough, even natural brute force is not easy to use. After all, Pine was defeated by the opponent's unpredictable swordsmanship.

Go ahead, be prepared to fail.

Soon, the competitive competition reached the final stage. This was the most intuitive test of a knight's strength, the horse battle! The knights put aside the wooden carbines equipped by Karl and got on their horses. The graceful movement of the movements attracted many spectators.

boiling.

The number of spectators who came to watch shocked the nobles. But think about it, ordinary farmers may never encounter a duel between nobles in their lifetime, but now they can see it through such a competitive competition, so there are many people coming.

Fortunately, Dortmund's arena is big enough.

During this period, another middle-aged knight came out. Just when Karl thought that another dark horse would come, the man was quickly defeated. According to Karl's words, "I haven't even had time to make peripherals."

"

The final battle still fell to Pine and Boris. When the two almost fell off their horses at the same time, the first competitive competition held by Dortmund ushered in a perfect ending.


Chapter completed!