Arts and Sciences

Chapter 936 The First Game ([-])

The venue of the Royal Swordsmanship Tournament has five divisions in the Kremlin. These five divisions select swordsmanship talents from the three aristocratic classes of Gonghoubo. Each group consists of ten people. The qualification to enter the Royal Sword Art Arena, that is, nine people will be eliminated out of a group of ten people at the beginning, the competition is fierce for all to see.

"Tell you, my grandfather Bobby is the chief swordsman of Pinkerton. He once defeated many blacksmiths and fencing coaches with a sword in the Pinkerton swordsman competition. The Pinkerton sword he created I am here this time to win the No. [-] in the Royal Swordsmanship Competition!" A man wearing traditional stilt stockings and a [-]th-century cape on his head A wide-brimmed wide-brimmed hat with a beautiful feather pinned to his head. Such aristocratic attire might have been a symbol of handsomeness and extraordinary appearance in the Middle Ages, but now it is only synonymous with country bumpkins.

The clerk who was in charge of the registration and inspection felt that he could bear it. The image of this nobleman was too strange. He was wearing a vest, a big-brimmed hat like a pot lid on his head, his ankle socks were put away, and he was wearing a pair of shiny shorts. Leather boots, what is even more funny is that there is a row of spurs on the back of the leather boots. Is this guy a western cowboy or a medieval nobleman who appeared across time and space?

What's more special is that the clerk in charge of registration in front of him usually has a more stern look. Every noble swordsman who comes here to register, no matter what class, sees him respectfully, because Only after completing the inspection and registration can he enter the backstage of the competition from the player channel. This privilege immediately shows the official prestige he has accumulated over the past four years. Usually, he has a dejected face as if three people died at home. , looking at everyone with a serious face, and now I have met a living treasure, introducing the customs and customs of my hometown, and the so-called "prominent" history of my family. The tight bond-like expression could no longer be held back, as if a small hole had been pricked by a needle, and he burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at! Be more serious!" The young man named Babidou obviously felt that his self-esteem had been hurt, and said in a country accent that he didn't know where he was going, "Be more serious, I will give you another Introduce the prestige of our Pinkerton nobles, where are you smiling, how disrespectful, ah, tell me, how disrespectful? Pay attention to your quality, anyway, this is also the Royal Kremlin, you guys Those who engage in management, why didn't they show the quality they should have!"

"Cough, cough! I'm sorry." The clerk straightened his throat, picked up the pen, and prepared to write down his name.

"Wait, wait." Bobby Dou frowned, "I want to talk about you, tell me what you are doing, taking taxpayers' money, but don't know where to spend it Fortunately, I bumped into it. Tell me, is there anyone as rude as you? Tell me, is there anyone as rude as you? He kindly introduces the history of our Pinkerton to you. You are taking a history class. This is to supplement the history you lack? Knowledge is wealth. If there is such a wealth that is given to you, you don’t want it. Tell me what kind of logic you have.?"

The pen held in the clerk's hand was fixed at a position three centimeters away from the paper. He stared blankly at the eloquent young nobleman in front of him, and clenched his fist tightly with the other hand.

Standing next to the clerk were two red-clothed guards holding guns. Their hands were tightly gripped on the gun body, and they had some veins. They probably had never seen such a noble young man with a desire for verbal expression in their entire lives.

"Looking at your expression, I know that you didn't listen to what I said just now. Do you remember what I just said? Or you can repeat it to listen, repeat it. Look, I know you You didn't listen to me attentively at all, come out, don't sit here, stand up and let me talk about you. What's going on?"

Snapped!One sound!The pen in the clerk's hand was twisted in half, and he didn't want to talk at all, so he glanced at the two red-clothed guards next to him.

The two guards could no longer hold back, snap!Snapped!Two beeps, the gun in his hand has been dropped on the ground, one left and one right pinched the extremely dressed-up Babydou youth in front of him, and dragged him down.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Where are you dragging me, I won't go. Do you know that this is a human rights violation, do you know that this is a personal attack on someone, and you are not only insulting me. You are also insulting my soul , ouch, oops."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and then two red-clothed guards stroked their arms, and dragged the blushing and purple-faced baby beans back, and the two eye circles became red panda eyes, and the noble hat was also replaced. The original "~" shape has become a "v" shape, and the feathers have been randomly pulled out and then inserted again, which looks like the style of a bold and unrestrained aristocrat.

"Okay, what else do you want to say?" The clerk looked at the baby in front of him, and took out a pen again, "Register your name."

"Let me tell you, I can sue you at any time. Your purposeful personal attack on me is a kind of beating. The nature is extremely bad and serious, and the behavior is quite obscene!"

The clerk snapped and snapped a new pen that had just been replaced.

"Well, my name is Babydou. I am 23 years old. I am old and young. There is a 60-year-old father in my family."

"Okay, okay, let me in!" The clerk drew a circle next to Babydou's name on the notebook.

"Wait, wait, can I see what my opponent's name is?" Bobby Dou said, his head was already far enough to hit the notebook in the clerk's hand, "Norman Lee!? What is this? People, this name makes me feel unattractive. Do you think that with my Pinkerton swordsmanship, it only takes one move to ensure that the opponent will lie on the ground immediately, and I won't be able to get up at all! I'm going in, I'm going in, I'm going in." Seeing the two red-clothed guards rolling up their sleeves again, Babydou straightened his crown and ran away.

(End of this chapter)