When watching a ceremony in the stands, everything you say and do is watched by others, so you need to maintain your image at all times.

The small and medium-sized nobles who are not qualified to sit in the stands can comment and comment as they please.

Although the vision is a bit worse, the happiness level is far better:

"Eh? This is the last gladiator to appear?"

"It seems so."

"What does it look like? Shouldn't [Tail of the Gun] be little Hernan? Who is this golden-haired boy?"

"How did I know?!"

Just as the two young Castilian nobles were arguing endlessly, someone behind them suddenly interrupted:

"The golden-haired boy is Siegfried, Earl of Harlan."

The person who interrupted was a young man in his twenties, with almond-shaped eyes and a large forehead. He was a little ugly, but not ugly enough to leave a deep impression on others. He had an appearance that would be quickly forgotten after saying goodbye.

As if to make up for his shortcomings in appearance, the young man wore a top hat with exaggerated decorations.

Even according to the standards of the most absurd and dissolute Castilian nobles, that top hat was absolutely impossible to wear to meet people.

But young men wear it openly and without any shame.

The young man also had two carefully maintained mustaches on his upper lip. Below the mustache was a cynical smile, giving him the air of a playboy.

One of the two people who spoke in front was quite interested: "Siegfried? The real conqueror of Northen? I heard that the Duke of Congreve was just in name, and that guy was the one who defeated Karl XI."

Another person was dismissive: "What's the 'real conqueror of Northen'? Just a golden retriever! It's not all dependent on His Majesty's favor!"

"I can't help it, the aging emperor loves young and handsome generals." The top hat behind him added carelessly: "Counting on my fingers, our majesty is already in his forties."

The two Castilian nobles fell silent for a moment and turned back together.

It is one thing to say a few harsh words to the nouveau riche, but it is another thing to ridicule the emperor in public. Not only is the speaker seeking death, but even being a mere listener is dangerous.

"[Old language] Excuse me." A Castilian noble asked hesitantly: "[Old language] Who are you?"

The top hat politely took off the hat, revealing slightly sparse hair: "[Old Slang] I am Ma Wei."

"Mavi? Mavi!" Another Castilian noble suddenly understood, and he stumbled a bit when he spoke: "That... that lunatic who writes plays to humiliate the emperor!"

"Exactly." Ma Wei replied happily, and then seriously corrected: "I did not humiliate the emperor, I just told the truth."

…

At the same time, in the hunting ground, Siegfried met his opponent.

What a wild boar, almost as big as a calf, with two tusks thick and sharp, and a pair of small eyes full of anger and madness.

The attendant guarding the animal pen drove the wild boar forward, but the wild boar became ferocious and slammed into the humans outside the fence.

There was an exclamation of exclamation from the women's viewing platform.

The animal pen was shaken violently by the impact, and the attendant on the stand fell directly. If the foundation piles were not driven firmly enough, the wild boar might have broken out.

The wild boar that had not broken open the pen refused to give up and continued to thrust wildly.

Suddenly, a roar came from the center of the hunting ground.

"Come on!" Siegfried hit his greaves with the tail of his gun: "I am your opponent!"

The wild boar turned its head and looked at the knight in the center of the open field.

This wild creature was born in a cave and roamed woodlands and swamps until humans arrived.

Subsequently, it was chased, captured, and imprisoned.

Humans have allowed it to live to this day just to kill it openly.

And it finally waited for an opportunity to kill humans.

The wild boar howled with despair and anger, and charged fiercely at the knight.

Siegfried exerted a little force on his knees, and the war horse immediately understood its master's intention, and nimbly jumped forward diagonally, passing by the wild boar.

At the moment of intersection, Sigfrid thrust out his lance.

However, the lance only opened a piece of flesh on the wild boar's back and failed to cause fatal injuries. The two sides once again distanced themselves.

Siegfried rode the horse close to the fence at a slow pace, dark red blood dripping from the tip of the gun.

The pained wild boar became more and more violent, spraying hot white mist from its mouth and nose, staring closely at the riders circling, accumulating strength.

Outside the hunting ground, where the Castilian nobles gathered, someone was booing loudly.

Siegfried ignored him. No matter what he originally wanted, once he stepped into the hunting ground, the young knight only wanted victory.

And he has roughly figured out how Castiel plays.

Wild boar has thick skin and a low body, making it difficult to use a lance to deal with it.

A reasonable tactic should be to keep a distance, use the flexibility of the war horse to continuously cause bleeding wounds to the wild boar, consume the wild boar's physical energy, and wait until the wild boar is exhausted before looking for an opportunity to kill it.

However, if we choose conservative tactics, then Sigfrid of Harlan will not be the "real Northen conqueror" who destroyed all the northern armies in one battle!

Siegfried held his lance, stabbed the horse in the ribs, and fearlessly charged towards the wild boar in the center of the hunting ground.

The wild boar, which had regained some strength, was enraged and also crashed straight into Sigfrid.

In the royal stands, Princess Elizabeth watched the charging knights intently, unconsciously clutching her father's sleeves tightly.

The emperor, empress and Duke Lothair looked on and remained calm.

In the blink of an eye, two figures were already close at hand.

Sigfrid's lance was pointed directly at the wild boar's back. At the moment of contact, he felt a huge reaction force coming back from the gun body. However, he still held the lance firmly without any wavering.

With the combined impact of the war horse and the wild boar, the tip of the gun sank into the wild boar's body like it was piercing the water, followed by the holster and then the gun body.

The lance entered from the back, came out from the lower abdomen, penetrated the wild boar's body, and plunged into the frozen soil of the hunting ground.

Sigfrid let go of his lance and distanced himself from the wild boar.

The wild boar took a few more steps and fell down suddenly.

The two attendants immediately entered the hunting ground and used steel awls to end the wild boar's life and its pain.

There was sparse applause outside the hunting ground, but in comparison, the applause from the women's viewing platform was even more enthusiastic.

The fighting beasts on horseback only wear greaves and do not even need to wear a helmet. Sigfrid attracted the attention of ladies and ladies almost as soon as he entered.

…

[Royal Stand]

"Marshal Hernan." the emperor asked: "What do you think?"

Behind the emperor, an old soldier in military uniform heard the question and took half a step forward: "Although the first shot was unsuccessful, the second shot was clean and wonderful."

The emperor's voice was magnetic and calm: "You are a Castile, and you are the most qualified to judge Count Harlan's skills. Are you willing to grant him the honor of cutting off the ears and tails of animals?"

"Of course." The old soldier bowed his head deeply: "Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded slightly.

The flag of the Royal Stand was waved three times again, and the band played a celebratory melody.

Siegfried dismounted and stared at the wild boar carcass covered in mud and blood. He frowned in disgust and did not take action.

A soldier with chestnut hair walked through the fence, walked quickly to Sigfrid, reached out and closed the wild boar's eyes, and then cut off the wild boar's ears and tail for Sigfrid.

"Hurry and salute your Majesty." Fanan, a chestnut-haired soldier, wrapped the ears and tail of the beast with gloves and handed it to Siegfried: "Please, don't let your Majesty be embarrassed, and don't humiliate the Castilians.

"

Siegfried sighed, took the trophy, walked to the royal stand, and bowed deeply.

Even warmer applause and cheers came from all over the hunting ground, especially from the women's viewing platform.

Siegfried pretended to glance casually at the girl sitting next to the emperor.

Princess Elizabeth deliberately turned around and pretended to ask the maid, ignoring the blond knight.

There was anger and pain hidden under Siegfried's stern expression. He saluted again, then strode to the women's viewing platform, accepting the cheers and congratulations of the ladies.

Fanan saw everything and sighed with a headache.

The attendants dragged away the wild boar's carcass, and the trumpet sounded again, the melody of the gladiator's entrance.

Different from before, the entrance song was repeated three times this time, which meant that the last knight appeared next, and the beast fighting performance was coming to an end.

The relaxed and happy atmosphere returned to the royal stands. The emperor smiled and looked at the old soldier: "Is it the young Hernanqing who will serve as the tail of the gun for this winter hunting?"

"Yes!" the old soldier answered with a hint of pride and joy.

The queen also asked gently: "Does little Hernanqing have an engagement?"

"He has served in the army with me since he was a child." The old soldier looked ashamed: "It delayed the marriage."

The queen covered her lips and smiled.

As he spoke, a dashing young knight rode into the hunting ground.
To be continued...