Working Prophet

After enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Edward II went to change clothes in a nearby tent. Then he returned to the stands and announced the start of the tournament.

In the other tent, Essos was tending to the bruises on his body under the service of the knights.

His son Attis walked in from outside. He glanced at the golden armor that had been smashed and deformed.

"Is it true that the Hunjun will let you wear this armor made of gold to fight him?"

"This way the visual effect is better."

"And that bastard also chopped off the legs of the Red King! That's your favorite war horse. You spent a thousand gold lions to buy it."

"It's just a beast." The sword master said calmly, "You can buy another one if it's gone."

"But he forced you to lose to him!" Attis said angrily.

"You are the Sword Master, the number one master of the Godwin family. No one in the entire Lionheart Castle is your opponent. Even if you are wearing this fragile golden armor, that fat pig still has no chance of defeating you.

"You fell off your horse and was defeated by him on purpose! I just don't understand why you did this. You have always taught us to put family honor first..."

Essos was noncommittal and just asked, "Besides you, has anyone else seen that I kept my hand?"

"I don't know. Even if there is, there shouldn't be many. Your acting is so realistic. Judging from the look on the face of the faint king, he probably believes it. He really thinks he has defeated you..."

Halfway through Attis's words, he saw his father raise his palm and slap it on his cheek.

Essosyan was not trying to scare him this time, but a real beating. Attis was slapped hard, and he only heard a crisp sound, and then his whole body was filled with stars.

"If I hear you call His Majesty 'that foolish king' and 'fat pig' again, it won't be as simple as a slap in the face."

After Essos finished speaking, he saw that his son was still in a daze and said again, "Did you hear that?"

Attis held his cheek and nodded.

"Also, if anyone asks you whether I deliberately let His Majesty win today, just tell him that there is absolutely no such thing."

Attis nodded again, but after nodding he still couldn't help but say.

"Is it really necessary to go to this point? Look at what he has done over the years. He has long lost respect among the nobles. With the strength of our family, there is no need for you to support him like this anymore."

"I don't care what others think. People of the Godwin family are never allowed to disrespect His Majesty." Essos said. After a pause, he added, "Especially at a time like this."

"At this time, when, in a martial arts tournament?" Attis was a little confused.

However, Essos did not explain any more and just said, "If you want to take over my position and become the next head of the Godwin family, you still have a lot to learn.

"Don't think that the twelve major families are anything special. The Weiting family is more powerful than us. Look where they are now. If you want to play the game of power, you must first know how to respect the rules of the game.

"And there is only one rule in this game. Whoever sits on the bone throne is the only king, and everyone else must listen to him."

Hearing this, Attis suddenly had a flash of inspiration and boldly asked again, "Well, what if that person is gone?"

Essos looked at him deeply and did not answer his question, he just said.

"Stop fooling around with your group of foxy friends. From tomorrow on, you will stay with me and help me do things. Remember, you must read more and speak less, and keep your mouth shut."

No one except the person involved knew about the incident that happened in the tent.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the competition on the field.

As Edward II personally stepped down and defeated Essos, known as the Sword Master, the atmosphere of the tourney was brought to a climax as soon as it started.

After the referee announced the rules of the competition, all the contestants rushed into the venue almost impatiently.

Then they started fighting with each other.

However, compared with the lively atmosphere, the competition process seemed a little boring.

The competition held today was for the civilian group. The contestants on the field were mixed, with most of them having average abilities and a wide variety of weapons and protective equipment.

Because armor is not easy to make, even a pair of the worst steel armor is priced at an astronomical figure for ordinary people, and it is impossible to afford it in a lifetime.

Even most of the knights' armors were passed down from their ancestors, like family heirlooms.

Therefore, it is difficult to see someone wearing a full set of armor in the civilian group competition. What's more, they can't even afford leather armor or cotton armor, so they can only rely on the small wooden shield in their hands to protect themselves.

Fighting is often a slashing, and the only things that can be called interesting are probably the severed limbs that fly up from time to time, and the sprayed plasma. The herbalists and priests are waiting on the side of the field, waiting at any time. Be prepared to rescue people.

But not everyone can be saved, or those who are seriously injured can basically not be saved.

Ilea saw an unlucky guy who received an ax on his head, and the ax split his skull open.

But he did not die on the spot. Instead, he crawled on the ground in pain with the ax on his head, kept wailing, and asked the surrounding spectators for help.

He crawled for a full quarter of an hour, but still couldn't die, so the royal herbalist at the side could only do it himself, using the knife in his hand to help him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Edward II did not find such a chaotic game boring at all. He watched with excitement from his seat, pumping his fists and cheering from time to time.

Yelling something like, "Quick, give him a sword in the back, yes, that's it, don't wait, we'll kill that bastard soon!" Or he asked Ilea standing aside from the Elf Queen, "What do you think about this?" Who can win in this group?”

The female lord said a word or two from time to time, and felt that it was almost time, so she wanted to leave first and go back to find Merlin and Ge Lipeng.

But at this moment, another cheer came from below, and this time the cheer was particularly loud.

Ilea looked there subconsciously and saw a hill-like figure. He was almost a head and a half taller than the other contestants present and had a burly build.

Standing among the crowd, standing out from the crowd, it was difficult not to be noticed, and the most surprising thing was that he did not carry any weapons in his hands.

But with just a pair of palms, he had just crushed an opponent's head, and the brains spewed out all over him.

After that, he stuck out his tongue and licked his palm, as if he was tasting something delicious.

Then he used his backhand to catch a guy who was trying to sneak up behind him, and broke the guy's neck with a snap.

Seeing that the guy was no longer breathing, he still didn't stop. Instead, he continued to use force, and just tore the guy's head off his neck!

Ilea was stunned when she saw this scene.