Cold weapons are a man's romance

"We're here! Get out of the car!" Alisa put on her sunglasses, pushed her bangs back, and smiled heartily.

According to the map navigation, this should be an old castle in Cardiff.Roman did see the vicissitudes and majestic figure of the castle.It is located in a verdant field, the moat has long since dried up, and now only a shallow ditch remains.Tents of all sizes are pitched in front of the castle, and men and women in medieval costumes shuttle back and forth among the fluttering colorful flags.Plumed bards played lutes, jugglers beckoned customers with flames, and robed witches peddled handmade crafts.

For a moment, Roman thought that this group of people had crossed over, and the entire castle and market had been moved to modern times intact.But he caught a glimpse of people in modern clothes like himself.They are so out of place with this medieval market, as if they are tourists who have strayed into a different time and space.

"This... what kind of place is this!" Roman couldn't help but marvel, "An amusement park? A medieval theme park?"

No wonder Alisa swears that his dreams will come true!Roman squealed like a kid finally at Disney, and twirled Alyssa in his arms.The boy who waved a twig in his backyard ten years ago would never have imagined that he would one day roam the Middle Ages immersively.

"Hmph, can't take it anymore? Then you can't pass out when you see the back?" Alisa pushed the sunglasses with her middle finger in an inscrutable manner.

"What else!" Roman felt his legs go weak.Medieval theme parks are great enough, what could be more exciting? "Quick, tell me! Is it a special event? A tourist experience project? Can you wear a cosplay suit and take a photo with the staff?"

"Follow me!" Alisa walked into the market with her head held high.Roman grabbed her skirt in both excitement and fear, obediently following behind her butt like Alisa's six-year-old daughter followed her mother.

Countless men and women in elegant attire passed Roman.They talked and laughed calmly, as if this was a normal part of their lives.On the contrary, Roman, who looked at them in amazement, was rather strange.

Alisa led Roman through the dense tents and arrived in front of the castle.A temporary stand was set up here, almost filled with spectators in strange costumes.They climbed to the top of the stands, and the condescending position allowed Roman to easily overlook the audience.

The lawn in front of the stands was surrounded by two square fields with wooden fences, one of which was currently empty, and the other was occupied by soldiers in steel armor.All of them were fully armed, their helmets reflected the bright sunlight, and their warhammers or long axes gave off a cold atmosphere.Apart from the lack of horses, the group was dressed exactly as a medieval knight would.

They were divided into two groups, each entrenched on one side of the field, gearing up and eager to try.Several men in yellow clothes held long sticks and walked around the center of the field.Many spectators gathered around the fence.

"Are they making a movie? Is this the set of the new season of "Game of Thrones"?" Roman stared at the group of knights ecstatically.Their gleaming armor made Romain salivate.

"The film set will allow onlookers like you to enter casually?" Alisa tugged at Roman's T-shirt in disgust.

"That's the Medieval Tournament? The performances in this theme park are really hard work!"

"Who told you this is a theme park?"

"Is not it?!"

Alisa leaned back, her gorgeous red lips curved into an arc. "I just love to see your ignorance. This is the battleofthenatns, or botn for short, the medieval fighting world championship. It can be regarded as the revival of the ancient martial arts competition for modern people. This year is already the tenth. It is a serious international competition, isn't it?" What a theme park performance! The contestants who come to the competition are all ready to do a real show!"

"Then those tents outside are..."

"At the same time as the competition, cultural performances and a medieval market will also be held, which can be said to be a carnival for medieval lovers all over the world."

She turned to Roman, not even sunglasses could stop the brilliance from the mixed-race youth's eyes.She has known Roman for more than ten years, and she knows that once he is interested in something, his hazel eyes will shine like the sun.

"I didn't even know there were these... If I knew about it earlier..." Roman covered his head in pain - if he knew about it earlier, he wouldn't have missed so many times!

"Oh, ignorance! Thank you soon!"

In fact, Alisa only knew about it, but she managed to pretend to be knowledgeable.A few days ago, when she was chatting with a reporter friend, she overheard that a "medieval tournament" was going to be held in Cardiff.She thought that Roman should like these things, so she specially pulled him over.

Loud broadcasts sounded in the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are going to see next is the semi-final of the 3v3 team competition, where the host of this tournament - the British team - will play against - the previous champion, the Ukraine team!" The tone shouted out the nationalities of the two teams.

The stands suddenly boiled.On the one hand, the British team has the home field advantage. After all, most of the audience are local residents, so they are naturally more willing to cheer for their national team.On the other hand, the influence of the last champion is not trivial.

"The Ukrainian team... Their fencing is also a traditionally advantageous event. It seems that they also use swords, and the reason is mutual..." Roman murmured.

Seeing that he was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the arena, Alisa was relieved.At least when watching the game, Roman has nothing to do and doesn't think about those bad things.She was afraid that Roman would not be interested in the activities she arranged, so she sat there thinking wildly the whole time.

It's not an option for Roman to be depressed all the time.Although he insisted that he was not depressed, Alisa knew that he was just deceiving himself and others.He is like a wounded person who can't help but touch his wound until it hurts.Only then will he feel at ease.Alisa couldn't see him spoiling herself so much.She was the one who led Roman into the gate of fencing. If Roman wanted to leave, she had to lead him out herself.What's more, Roman is also her daughter's godfather.

"Let's go down and have a look?" she suggested. "It seems that we can go to the edge of the fence to watch. Isn't it better to see it closer?"

Roman jumped up immediately when he heard the words, and couldn't wait to drag Alisa down. "You should have said earlier! The game is about to start!"

They squeezed to the fence, pushed through the crowd with difficulty, and finally occupied the best viewing position closest to the arena.

"Game start!"

Following the referee's order, the two teams rushed towards each other roaring like a torrent of steel.Metal and metal collided and rubbed, making a deafening noise.One fell instantly, while several others grappled together, slamming their weapons into each other's armor, or choking their enemies in an attempt to bring them down.

Roman is a fencing practitioner. They will wear white protective clothing and mesh masks during competitions, and use electrified soft swords to compete in speed and reaction.The outcome is often decided in an instant, cleanly and without delay.For Roman, the so-called "offense and defense of the sword" is nothing more than this.

This game is completely different.It is full of power and wildness, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is barbaric, just like the ancient battlefield 1000 years ago, there are no rules to restrict the participants except "life or death".Soldiers pelted their opponents with swords, hammers, and axes and fell to the ground to defeat.Roman was very worried about whether the person who was hit would get a concussion.

He thought the so-called "martial arts competition" was just a grand performance, in which the two sides fought according to the routine agreed in advance to make the audience laugh.But he was wrong.

These people are actually coming for real.

The Ukrainian team formulated a careful tactic, first splitting the enemy's team with a charge, and then breaking it down one by one.Although the British team fought tenaciously, they soon fell into a disadvantage. After two players fell, the remaining one was besieged mercilessly by the enemy.

Roman sweated for this brave man who fought alone.He was strangled with a weapon from behind by one opponent, while another smashed his breastplate with a hammer.He staggered several times and nearly fell, but he managed to pull himself together miraculously.

"Cesar! Come on!" A spectator outside the stadium shouted.

His cry infected the people around him, and soon, most of them shouted the name "Cesar" in rhythm.

The solitary brave man seemed to have drawn strength from the cheers and cheers of the audience. He broke free from the restraints and slammed backwards, knocking the Ukrainian team behind him to the ground.The referee gestured a few times with the long stick, which seemed to mean that the person who fell to the ground was counted as a failure.He pounded the ground remorsefully, but to no avail.

The lone brave swung the two-handed sword in his hand and slashed at the Ukrainian team member holding the hammer.

- Well done!

Roman almost jumped up.

After his teammates fell one after another, the single brave man escaped from the predicament by himself, and was able to regain a victory in the face of absolute disadvantage. What kind of bravery and unyielding is this!Even though Roman didn't know this brave man at all, he couldn't help cheering him up secretly in his heart.

But the Ukrainian team has a third man.When the lone hero confronts Hammer Man, he shields his shield in front of him and rushes towards the enemy.

The whistle rang throughout the arena.

"The game is over! Ukraine wins!"

There were sighs of disappointment in the audience, but the audience still followed the game etiquette and applauded the winner.The Ukrainian players pulled up their disorganized opponents and gave them friendly hugs.The warrior who fought to the end, Cesar, was embraced by everyone on both sides.

The referee opened the fence and let the contestants exit.The spectators around the fence stepped aside in an orderly manner, and Roman, who was on the outermost perimeter, also moved aside to prevent himself from blocking the way of the contestants.

Team GB players patted each other on the shoulder to cheer for the next game.At such a close distance, Roman could clearly see the dents and scratches on their armor.The battle damage of the lone brave Cesar was particularly severe, and the shiny helmet was almost broken beyond recognition.

He stopped at the edge of the field and took off his helmet.

A head of long silver hair flowed out, like a waterfall of molten silver, scattered on the iron-gray armor.Just at this moment, the sun broke through the clouds, and a ray of light enveloped the tall and straight man, the iron armor and silver hair glowed with a cold brilliance at the same time.

The majesty of a knight and the majesty of a king go hand in hand in him, like steel and silver cast together.The broken iron armor not only did not damage his bearing, but neutralized the excessive beauty of his body, making him more vicissitudes and blood.

The crowd screamed.Among them, the voices of women are particularly loud.

When the silver-haired man passed in front of Roman, he turned his head slightly and met Roman's eyes.

Roman held his breath.

The cheering crowd, the arena with flying flags, and the ancient towering castle all disappeared in an instant.He could only see the silver-haired man, and only hear his vigorous heartbeat.

The silver-haired man grinned slightly at him, then flipped his wrist, and a black rose popped out of the iron glove like a magic trick.

He held the rose under Roman's nose.Roman didn't smell the fragrance of flowers, only the smell of ink penetrated his nostrils.

This is a paper rose.

Is it for me?Roman thought in a daze.

But he didn't know this silver-haired man at all, why did he send him flowers?

"Thank you." Alisa smiled sweetly, and took the paper rose from the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man nodded to her, turned around and quickly followed his companions.

Only then did Roman realize that the rose was for Alisa.

He blushed slightly, and turned his head away in embarrassment.How could he be so affectionate as to think that the rose was for him?Of course it is for the beautiful lady!If he saw a beautiful woman watching the game, he would definitely give a gift.Beautiful women always get preferential treatment.

"Here, Roman." Alisa stuffed the paper rose into his hand, "This is for you."

"...Do I seem to want this thing that much?" Roman turned his head stiffly.

"What are you talking about, this is what he gave you, because you have been in a daze, so I accepted it for you."

Roman's face burned as red as Alisa's fake fireplace.

It's not like he didn't take the gift.After each game, fans bring flowers and dolls, and occasionally chocolate or wine sent to the club.But never had a gift he received made him so ashamed.

This is not a gift he got as a fencer Roman, but a gift he got from another player as an ordinary spectator.

"Give it to me? How is it possible..."

"It's for you, of course. Do I look like someone who's interested in some batting club?"

Roman scowled and unwrapped the paper rose.

It was made out of a single leaflet, with a line of eye-catching golden characters printed on the black paper—come to the Aurora Soldier Club and fight like a real medieval knight!

"Damn! It turned out to be an advertisement!"