Dozens of bonfires were burning, driving away the darkness and tide of the Underdark, and also dispelling the atmosphere of panic.
The atmosphere in the camp was very lively, and noises were everywhere. In addition to the guards on duty, the servants and subordinates were all given a share of fine wine. As for the nobles, they feasted and drank heavily, enjoying the exotic customs they had never seen in their lives.
Princess Sissi naturally sat in the main seat and was the focus of everyone's attention. She didn't take the dangerous underground world seriously at all, and she looked like a tourist.
Bavarian Rose has this confidence. Not to mention the flag representing Lombardy, one of the nine empires, fluttering in the wind. Dozens of Dragon Slayers alone are enough to kill all the underground natives who dare to plunder and pile their heads into piles.
The sight of Jingguan shocks the alien mind.
The royal guards did not have the cautious posture of ordinary mercenary groups. They held their chests and heads high, their faces full of pride. This was the confidence built up by their impressive records and sophisticated equipment. Even if there were only three hundred people, they
He also has the courage to attack a thousand or even two thousand regular troops. As for the ragtag band of robbers, he is not afraid of how many they come.
"I can see through it. This girl is simply ignorant of the world!"
Homer observed for a long time and found that Sissi was the kind of canary in a birdcage. She had grown up under the doting care of her father, which made her insufficiently aware of the dangers of the world.
Sincere attitude.
"Her eyes do not contain any impurities. Even the most ferocious thugs would not be able to bear to harm her." Homer sighed and chanted aloud.
"Sissi is the kind of princess who lives in a fairy tale. She is so clean that people cannot bear to blaspheme her."
Downton nodded. This girl is just a blank sheet of paper, which has not been dyed with color.
"Come on, her father is one of the nine most powerful emperors in the Western Continent. Who dares to hurt her? Who has the ability to hurt her?"
The Cheap God rolled his eyes. She was sure that Sissi definitely had a life-saving magic suit on her body. Once in danger, she would either teleport away immediately or a legendary-level strongman would come through the space gate and kill the enemies who tried to harm the princess.
"So if you guys are all dead, Sissi will be fine. Even the obscene black dragon and even the murderous abyss demon like Dimaria won't dare to touch her even if they catch her.
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The cheap god snorted. Once a high-level monster like the black dragon attacks Sissi and activates the magic equipment on her body, it will know her origin. Unless she wants to fight to the death, she can only send Sissi back obediently.
"It's good to have a king as a father!" Downton joked. He took out the empty rock beer can and shook it towards Twilight, "Want to drink the Elf wine?"
"Thank you, I abstain from alcohol!"
Twilight's life is quite regimented, with water, bread, and at most some butter. She never eats meat, and even with such simple food, she is always sixty percent full.
"If she becomes a priest, she will definitely have a better future than you."
Hu Tao held a roasted golden animal leg. He stretched out his fingers and quietly poked Downton's waist, lowering his voice and muttering as if he had discovered some new world.
"I know, go ahead and eat yours!"
Downton flicked Hutao's forehead, and the little Loli's mouth was full of oil. She took the wine bag and drank it hard. She was even more bold and unrestrained than a savage.
Juliet took care of her, holding a handkerchief to help her wipe the spilled wine.
"Give us a drink!" Charlotte didn't mind, biting an apple with a crisp sound, and asked Downton for a drink.
"Good wine, let me have a sip?"
Su Ya twitched his nose with a greedy expression on his face. Although the wine handed out by Sissi's maids was not bad, it was still far inferior to what Downton had in hand. At least it was completely out of date in terms of taste.
Downton threw the beer can.
Su Ya was not stupid enough to drink it directly. He poured it into his own bowl. He originally planned to take a small sip, but after one sip, the sweetness made him unable to bear it anymore and drained it in one gulp.
"Wow, it is indeed a good wine!"
Su Ya is so beautiful that it almost bubbles.
"Nonsense, this is the elven wine that has been stored for more than three thousand years, can it be good?"
Hu Tao was very proud of herself. How could the things her elder brother took out be of ordinary quality?
"How much does this bite cost?"
Looking at the color of the wine, Su Ya was startled. He knew that Hu Tao was not lying, because after the wine entered his stomach, the effect was activated, making his whole body full of strength.
"Ten thousand gold coins, right? Who knows, just drink it, why bother so much?" Hutao ate and drank, and after being reminded a few times by Juliet, she finally behaved like a little lady.
Su Ya looked at Downton and found that he was talking to Xia Luo. He didn't care about the beer can at all. He couldn't help but feel touched. This human young man was really generous. If it were someone else who got this kind of treasure, he might not even let others taste it.
Not willing to take a bite.
"Everyone, congratulations to our Bavarian Rose, and wish Princess Sissi eternal beauty."
A young man in smart clothes stood up and toasted in celebration.
Everyone agreed.
"How can such a grand banquet, complete with wine and singing, not have a war dance to add to the fun?" The young man smiled lightly, "Who wants to have a fight?"
"I come!"
A warrior jumped into the vicinity of the bonfire and looked around.
"War dancing is an elegant term. To put it bluntly, it is a competition. This is a reserved program at upper-class banquets. Demonic users who have maintained their own strength recommend themselves. After the competition, they may be favored by a noble person. Of course, competition
Fighting was also the main means of resolving conflicts among nobles."
Twilight explained in a low voice that the nobles would not appear, and the followers present already had masters they were loyal to, so it goes without saying that the next battle was to save face for their masters.
These young nobles are all Sissi's suitors. They want to defeat their opponents and express themselves at all times. They are naturally the most eager at this time.
Without letting the warrior wait any longer, a man with a scar on his face jumped out immediately. After the two sides greeted each other with fists, they immediately fought together.
Anyone who dared to go out had a few tricks, and all of them were at the seventh level of Judgment. Downton was in a feast for his eyes, greedily absorbing the experience of master duels.
After five rounds, the scarred man was already standing in the field, pointing his sword at the fighting circle, but no one dared to leave the field.
"What's wrong, everyone? You gave me the victory so easily?" Cassano teased everyone with a proud face.
The nobles who can sit here are not idiots. Everyone can see that the scarred man is an expert at judging the peak of the seventh level. He is only one step away from being promoted to the dragon-slaying level. These followers are all trump cards and are kept for protection.
You are safe. How can you put it in a competition?
The nobles glanced at Downton. Cassano was not a broad-minded person to begin with. He must have asked the scarred man to challenge Downton and then take the opportunity to kill him to vent his hatred. He figured this out.
Yes, only fools would send people to fight.
"That boy is miserable!"
"There is no way to avoid this kind of competition, otherwise he would not have the face to follow the team? Besides, even if he ends up, he will definitely lose. So this is a dead end."
"The Grand Duke of Turin gave birth to a 'good son'!"
There were whispers all around, saying anything. Some people even thought that the Turin family was going to be doomed. It would be a shame for the family to have a heir like Cassano with a small belly.
Anyone who was humiliated would definitely take revenge, but Cassano was too eager. Fortunately, Sissi was kind-hearted and didn't think of the worst, otherwise this incident alone would have greatly damaged his impression.
"Downton, a team of three of you dared to take risks in the Underdark. It seems you have real skills. I would like to learn from you."
Sure enough, the scarred man looked at Downton and humbly invited a fight.
"It's four people. No, it's five people!"
Hutao was very depressed. She felt that she was being ignored, so she spread her white and tender fingers and stretched her arms high.
The scarred man smiled and passed. Juliet could ignore it. As for Hutao, during the battle just now, the little Lolita was running around on an air ray and didn't take any action, so no one knew how powerful she was.
"Ah, I have seen how powerful Twilight is. If you are qualified to team up with her, you must be very capable." Sissi was very curious. Although her strength was average, her vision was not bad. A genius like Twilight could do it all.
It blew away all the young talents present.
"If I kill him, will there be any trouble?"
Downton asked Homer that if he didn't show his strength, Cassano would definitely pounce on him like a mad dog. He must teach this guy a lesson and even find a few allies. Sissi is good, so that he can take the position of Duke of the West.
More stable.
"No trouble, but you will definitely lose face. You are a noble, and your opponent should also be a noble. Otherwise, the opponent will only treat you as an inferior person who can please others."
After listening to Homer's explanation, Downton looked at Cassano and found that the guy's eyes indeed had a joking expression.
It is difficult for the aristocracy to blend in. Once Downton has a stain, many people are unwilling to associate with him because it means lowering his status.
"Downton, reject him!"
Twilight reminded in a low voice that Cassano was bullying Downton because he didn't understand the rules of the game among nobles and was digging a hole for him.
"To deal with people like you, there is no need to ask the captain to take action, I can do it."
Su Ya stood up. Downton allowed him to join the group and gave him wine. He must repay this kindness.
"Troll, remember your identity clearly."
The scarred man scolded that in the eyes of humans, trolls are inferior creatures, and there is no glory in defeating them. As for losing, it would be even more embarrassing.
"If you're afraid of losing, then go back and practice for a few more years."
Su Ya was carefree and laughed out loud.
"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you."
The scarred man was about to refuse, but when he saw Cassano's eyes, he had no choice but to agree.
"Su Ya, go on!" Downton took out a warrior spear and threw it to Su Ya, "Do you want to wear the equipment?"
"No, I like to fight naked!"
Su Ya grinned, jumped over a distance of more than twenty meters with a somersault, and landed steadily in front of the scarred man. He flicked the spear up to the center of his eyebrows.
"Tsk, tsk, it looks boring to do this. Do you want to bet something?"
Cassano took off his wristband and threw it in the field, then looked directly at Downton, "I bet in five minutes, this troll will be defeated!"