When pace turned over and mounted his horse, the nobles in the stands and the onlookers immediately cheered with encouragement.


    The West Knight named Naxi EDM had a long gun in his hand, pulled down his mask and rode in the middle of the competition field. The other side is just a little aristocrat in the west, not even a fief. To participate in such a martial arts competition, we should just want to earn some prestige.


    However, he obviously picked the wrong opponent. Several Knights stronger than him did not dare to challenge pace kewilt, the northern glory who once won the first prize in one fell swoop at the king''s martial arts competition.


    I can''t tell what Eugenie expected, or what everyone expected.


    Pace didn''t even wear a helmet. After taking the knight''s long gun from his guard little man, he pulled the reins and rushed into the competition field amid the cheers of the crowd.


    Faster than a fight, like lightning. The two horses rushed face to face in the field full of hoof prints, and the long guns met. Pace dodged sideways and swept his opponent off the horse''s back. The onlookers didn''t even have time to hold their breath to watch the competition, and the outcome was known.


    Pace got off his horse and stepped forward to pull up his opponent. At this time, the crowd burst into a burst of warm cheers. Not only congratulated pace on his victory, but also admired the generosity of this knight.


    With a lesson from the past, the second knight in the West was much more cautious. Before he fired the gun, he turned sideways to avoid. After several rounds of struggle with pace, he was shot in the chest and fell off his horse. Similarly, pace got off his horse, pulled up his opponent and greeted everyone''s cheers.


    Free rider Alan. It wasn''t until the man came on that Eugenie in the stands perked up. He didn''t have any armor. He was wearing an old black coarse linen shirt. He was nearly six feet tall. Even on the horse''s back, he looked powerful and rough.


    This can''t help but remind Eugenie of the escort named Thorne beside Arthur. The man''s face was cold and there was a ferocious scar on his face. When she saw it, people were afraid and had a deep memory.


    Seeing free rider Alan come on stage, the crowd burst into more enthusiastic cheers than before. The man''s previous competition was still fresh in their memory, especially the bloody scene where the long gun crossed the knight''s armor and pierced his opponent''s throat.


    The nobles in the stands also held their breath and watched carefully. It is obviously not just luck that a free rider without armor can become the ten people who will eventually win the personal competition.


    Sure enough, this man was far more powerful than the previous two knights. In several clashes with pace, he firmly blocked pace''s long gun, and twice stopped his horse to fight. The wonderful fight made the audience dare not blink, for fear of missing the moment of deciding the victory or defeat.


    "You''re very good!" pace said with a long gun in his hand.


    "Lord pace, you don''t have to be merciful," said Alan, the rider. "Although I don''t have armor, I won''t be easily hurt by you, otherwise you won''t defeat me."


    Looking at the rough man on the horse opposite, pace smiled and said, "it''s just a martial arts contest, not a war. There''s no need to take your life. If you like, how about a draw?"


    "No!" replied Alan, the rider, with a rough and crazy face. "This is the battlefield. Since we are fighting, we must win or lose. Lord pace, although I am not a famous knight, I don''t accept such a draw."


    Looking at him, pace said definitely, "OK, let''s win!"


    With that, the knight speared forward and galloped up.


    The long guns were connected, making a sharp sound of metal friction. The horses were staggered. They reined in their horses and fought back at the same time. In successive fights, the two war horses circled in place.


    Finally, pace relied on his strong fighting strength to strike the other party''s palm with a grab stick. The moment he knocked down his weapon, he grabbed it in his throat.


    "Alan, how about now?"


    "You have great strength. I can''t use weapons in a short time. I lost." then I jumped off my horse.


    In the warm cheers, pace rode back to the stand. The little man and axe hurried forward, saying congratulations and taking the horse to take the weapon.


    Eugenie, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward and handed over the flowers already prepared in her hand. She turned sideways to block one side''s line of sight and winked at him.


    Of course pace knew what his sister wanted to do. He lowered his voice and said, "I told you not to make trouble!"


    "Go! I''ve told Miss Jenny you''ll give her flowers when you win!"


    Taking the flowers Eugenie got from nowhere, pace glared at her and walked to Jenny farit on one side.


    "Here you are, Miss Jenny," said pace, standing at attention, slightly restrained. "I hope you will feel as beautiful as these flowers in the future."


    As pace walked towards him, Jenny farit''s heart had pounded, and her white cheeks were flushed.


    "Thank you." in the cheers of the people around her, she got up and took the bouquet, shy and afraid to look at pace. "These flowers are really beautiful. I like them very much. Your performance just now was also very heroic. You are a real knight."


    Pace was nervous, and Jenny''s shy reaction made him feel helpless. After looking at each other with a rapid heartbeat, he immediately gave a light "um" and stepped back to his seat.


    After pace took his seat, the troublemaker Eugenie immediately came up to him and said that when he rode back, he was brave like a fearless proud knight, but he just "ran away" looked like a shy little girl.


    "Eugenie, if I wasn''t here, I''d beat you," pace threatened in a low voice.


    "If you dare to hit me, I''ll tell my father!" Eugenie had long been immune to such a threat. She was not afraid, but said with a smile. "In fact, I didn''t tell Miss Jenny that you would give her flowers. Even if you didn''t do so, she wouldn''t be embarrassed."


    Pace really wouldn''t beat Eugenie, but he messed up her neatly combed hair.


    ……


    In the evening, today''s competition ended. The final winner was a little nobleman in the West named Nathan Lane. Pace won three games in a row, and no one will take the initiative to challenge again. As for the group competition, it will be held tomorrow.


    The onlookers retreated like the tide, and the slightly tired nobles went to the banquet venue by the river under the guidance of Duke kewilt.


    On the Bank of the river, the servant has lit several bonfires, and a large table and bench have already been set up outside the tent. On the open-air grill on one side, more than a dozen pigs and sheep are strung on the barbecue iron fork to roll slowly. When the people are seated, the servant will quickly deliver food and drinks.


    Eugenie and pace sat next to Jenny, and beside them were little girl Vera and Trish farit, the adopted son of Duke farit.


    The setting sun fell on the river bank on the west side of the castle. The quiet and pleasant river was suffused with red light. The sound of zither and songs flowed in the air. Jugglers threw torches. In the setting sun and dusk, people were full of laughter.


    ……