Chapter 690 Competition

On the day of the celebration, there was a bustling scene in Santa City.

The treetops on the side of the road and the facades of shops are decorated with colorful ribbons, and there are brightly dressed people everywhere.

Today, when the disaster has lasted for four years, ordinary people really need a reason to cheer up their spirits. Therefore, even ordinary people wear their best clothes.

And Stan's office has also changed its previous stingy image and become extremely generous.

In the morning, exquisite food is distributed on the street, including white bread, mead, and even cakes.

It is conceivable that even free citizens may not be able to afford such an exquisite meal.

Looting inevitably occurred at the gifting location, and if it wasn't for the immediate maintenance of order by a group of heavily armed elite soldiers, the chaos would have expanded even further.

"Lu... Luen, I... I'm a little nervous!"

Baron Teemo was wearing a tuxedo, with a lot of ruffles and lace decorations beside the collar. In Fang Yuan's opinion, he looked like a samba dancer. Most importantly, his face was covered with a layer of white powder—according to what the court said. According to the etiquette master, this is the attire that an orthodox nobleman should have.

Compared with clothing, various wedding etiquettes are even more complicated. Fang Yuan couldn't help but rejoice that he just married the daughter of a baron, and there are not so many rules.

"Don't worry, there won't be any rivals in love who dare to show up today, otherwise you are doing the right thing with the Grand Duke!"

Fang Yuan smiled and encouraged.

"I... what I'm afraid of is not someone's challenge, but so many etiquettes, I'm afraid I can't remember..."

Timo looked like he was about to cry.

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

The former baroness walked in gracefully, and glanced at Fang Yuan with reproach in her eyes.

Ever since she found out that Fang Yuan left Tanya alone in the territory and came to Santa City alone, she never gave Fang Yuan a good look.

‘Actually, if she knew the danger in Santa City, she might be the first to run away, right? '

Fang Yuan watched coldly, knowing that the baroness has changed slightly in her mentality during the past few years in power, and she is nostalgic for power.

If it was those unified feudal dynasties, the queen mother would even poison and kill her own son in order to continue to listen to the government behind the curtain.

Of course, this is not the case here, and with the support from the public office, the baroness had no choice but to leave the stage sadly.

However, her temper is not very good.

Fang Yuan is lucky, those maids and servants, these geniuses are really in bad luck, if they don't pay attention, they will be scolded bloody.

"Let's go, the celebration is about to begin!"

The baroness stepped forward, looked at Timo critically, and immediately took his hand: "You have a lot to do today! It's time to go!"

"OK!"

Timo moved his lips, but habitually chose to obey.

Fang Yuan shrugged his shoulders and followed behind.

Today, he is only wearing a white dress, a noble robe, and a long sword around his waist. He looks very capable and chic.

A group of people got into the carriage and arrived at the venue of the celebration not long after.

"In order to celebrate the festival and the wedding of Mrs. Mirilei, Grand Duke Stan specially decided to hold a competition!"

Seeing the crowds of people outside, Fang Yuan couldn't help frowning.

At this time, the customs of the Principality of Stan are very similar to those of the ancient West in the previous life. There are often competitive competitions and performances in major festivals.

For example, this time, Grand Duke Stan is determined to make more arrangements. The competitions not only include archery and long-distance running in the traditional sense, but also include martial arts duels that can demonstrate personal bravery, and prepare 300 Stan gold coins for the champion. A heavy reward, which is enough for some extraordinary people to go all out.

When Fang Yuan and the others entered, the competition in the venue had also reached the final.

The noise gathered into a wave, almost toppling the roof of the roof.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's enter the final duel. The winner will be awarded the title of Warrior personally conferred by Grand Duke Stan, as well as three hundred Stan gold coins!"

In the middle of the arena, a master of ceremonies roared hysterically: "First of all, the contestant on my left, Will the 'Barbarian' from the Wilderness of Beasts, his hands can strangle a giant bear, and he has resolved battles neatly before!"

"And the warrior on my right is Jiefa from the southern swamp! He is a warrior with superb martial arts skills and is good at using various weapons to deal with opponents!"

"Will, kill him!"

"Jeffa, I'll buy you to win!"

...

In the venue, the atmosphere of the audience was pushed to the peak, full of a taste of fanaticism.

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

Amidst the hot or jealous gazes, Fang Yuan and the others went up to the high platform. The people sitting here were all the nobles of the Duchy of Stan. It was obviously different from the crowded environment around them. Everyone had comfortable chairs, and there were servants and servants beside them. The maid serves.

"Haha... Teemo, and Luen, come up!"

Among the nobles is the Grand Duke Stan, who is like the stars and the moon.

Holding the golden wine glass, he watched the battle in the audience with great interest: "Why don't you guess, who will win this time?"

"I... I think it's Will, he clearly has the upper hand!"

Timo looked down at the competition ring. At this moment, Will, wielding a huge axe, had cornered Jaffa in a panic.

"What about you, Rune Knight?"

Grand Duke Star looked at Fang Yuan with some amusement.

"If there is a bet, I will bet on Jiefa!" Fang Yuan replied with a smile as his eyes flashed with gold.

"Haha... No matter which one of them wins, I will give him the highest honor and let him attend my daughter's wedding!"

Grand Duke Stan laughed.

At this moment, many exclamations suddenly came from the audience.

Under Timo's horrified gaze, Jefa, who was driven to a desperate situation, flew towards Will like a poisonous snake, his legs wrapped around the opponent's neck, and he twisted violently.

Click!

The jaw-dropping bone cracking sound could not be suppressed even by the hustle and bustle of the venue.

The referee stepped forward to take a look, shook his head immediately, and announced the result loudly: "The winner...Jeffa from the southern swamp!"

"Jeffa!"

"Jeffa!"

In an instant, the entire square erupted, and the audience shouted Jayfa's name, while those who made a wrong bet threw their vouchers into the air with disgust on their faces.

"Be quiet!"

Grand Duke Stan stepped forward, pressing his hands slowly.

Click!

Many soldiers moved in unison, with invisible majesty, and it was more likely that a transcendent was secretly exerting influence, making the whole venue quiet.

"My people!"

Grand Duke Stan spoke slowly, his voice was amplified by the spell, and became audible far and near: "Today... who is the hero in the arena?"

"Jeffa! Jaffa!"

"That's right, Jayfar, in the name of Grand Duke Stan, I canonize you as a Lord of Honor and a Warrior of the Principality! You will gain wealth and unimaginable glory!"

Grand Duke Stan blushed a little: "I announce that Jefa will be allowed to attend my daughter's wedding and today's court dinner! Let us cheer for him!"

"Grand Duke!"

Amidst the cheers, Jayfa stepped forward awkwardly, a dark man, and knelt down humbly.

"Take it, you deserve it!"

Grand Duke Stan nodded, and the attendant next to him immediately threw a bulging bag of gold coins over.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business!"

After finishing all this, Grand Duke Stan waved to Timo. Among the nobles in the palace, a veiled girl stepped forward surrounded by many maids.

"Go!"

Fang Yuan gently pushed from behind, making Timo walk forward involuntarily.

"Baron Shawshank, your family has been loyal to the dukedom for generations, and you have fulfilled the obligations of a dukedom baron. According to the previous sacred agreement, I will betroth my favorite pearl, Miril, to you..."

Grand Duke Stan said with a flushed face.

At this moment, Fang Yuan turned his head as if feeling something, and saw a group of death priests slowly approaching. The leader was an old man wearing a golden crown.

"The Pope of Death?"

His keen detection made him immediately feel the other party's hostility.

"Sir Rune!"

Seeing Fang Yuan, the Pope slowed down his pace: "I heard that you have inherited Glendon's inheritance? You have taken up the legendary profession—Knight of Scourge?"

"indeed so!"

Fang Yuan nodded.

"So, that rumor is also true? The advancement of a Scourge knight requires death and resentment?"

While the old Pope was speaking, Fang Yuan frowned, feeling that at least six fluctuations in detecting lies fell on him: "Indeed!"

"Death is the domain of my lord!"

The old Pope made a declaration, but he didn't continue to entangle, but strode forward to the venue.

As today's officiant, he still has many more important things to do.

However, several archbishops stayed around Fang Yuan, all with cold eyes.

Daniel was among them.

'Luen, you made a big mistake! '

At this moment, his heart was full of pleasure: 'You have offended the domain of our Lord by blaspheming the soul, even as an ally, His Holiness the Pope will never let you go! '

For the benefit, the Church of Death can cooperate with the Principality.

And the Principality of Stan may not be willing to offend a big church for a quasi-legendary! In other words, in the balance of interests, it is easy to make a decision!

‘In fact, the Pope has already contacted the Grand Duke before, Knight of Rune, do you know that you have been abandoned? And the price paid by the church is nothing more than the sale of part of the benefits! '

Daniel sneered silently in his heart: "Of course, you still have a little use value, so the Pope decided to let you use your remaining heat to fight for the Principality to the last moment, and then judge you!" '

As a fighter, if you fight to the last moment, but you are attacked from the back, how would you feel?

This kind of revenge is truly joyful and thorough.