Civilization Guardian Front

"Italian... Maybe not, you and the teacher are actually..."

"Excuse me, what is Italy?"

Comparing the shocked Lyfa and Asuna, Priestess looked confused.

"That's the name of the hometown of Ryan and Chios' big brother."

After answering Li Jie with a smile, Lei En turned to look at the two people who couldn't believe it.

"Ren does know some things, but because it involves the family affairs of Big Brother Chios, it is inconvenient for Rin to tell you too much."

"You mean, there are teachers' family members among the contestants?"

"To be precise, it's a maid from a relative's house."

""Aha? ""

"That's right, he was born as an assassin, and after an unsuccessful assassination attempt on the head of the family, he was probated and became a personal bodyguard and maid..."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Lyfa raised her hand and called to stop the other party.

"Are you sure you didn't use the setting of novels or comics to perfuse us?"

"Those of you who have seen the strength of Big Brother Chios with your own eyes, if you still think that these are just fantasies, Renn can't help it."

""...""

Unable to refute.

Chapter 860 Nine? Green Flower Ring

Wow! ! ! ! !

The din of more than [-] spectators filled the oval arena.

Where the standard-bearers ran along the aisle, the crowd raised their hands and stood up and cheered, like a wave made up of human walls.

The midsummer hot wind rolled up the white sand in the center of the venue, and it flew into the sky as if responding to their enthusiasm.

Surrounded by one sound after another, a slightly bloated figure slowly walked out of the passageway behind the stands on the north side of the arena.

Although the middle-aged man was obese and unattractive, people applauded when they saw him appear.

Because he is the manager of the Capital Arena, Melotes.

"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome to the kind and respectable citizens of Aureas, and friends from afar!"

Over the past 11 years, this man has not only been in charge of organizing athletic competitions, but also arranged many martial arts competitions and horse races. He tried every means to bring excitement and entertainment to the audience. The man who has never wavered in his status as a manager opened his arms and showed a friendly smile.

"I'm very honored to be the host of the Capital Athletic Competition, an annual event. Even if you count this time, I've said the same thing twelve times. Please forgive me if you're tired of listening."

Hahaha...

The crowd in the audience laughed and whistled back.

When the hustle and bustle gradually subsided, the person in charge of the arena pressed his hands and spoke again:

"Okay, okay, I know you guys are not interested in looking at my ugly face, but the guests I'm going to introduce next, you will definitely stare intently, and even stare out your eyes accidentally..."

The man turned sideways and raised his hand to signal the grandstand box on the right.

Stringed with agate, the tomb curtain that blocks eyes from peeping is rolled up.

"Let me introduce to you, the guardian of the Theocracy of Aureas, the head of the Knights Templar—"Knight of Golden Osmanthus" Alice Ziberuku! "

Oh oh oh oh! ! !

Seeing the golden armored female knight behind the agate bead curtain, the audience immediately became emotional.

"I believe you all understand how rare it is for Her Excellency Alice to appear in the arena. In the past few competitions, we have never invited a chief knight to come. Now that you are willing to come to join us, you should not Are you stingy with your enthusiasm?"

Wow! ! ! ! !

Cheers and thunderous applause went straight into the sky.

"Speaking of the reason..." The middle-aged man didn't miss any chance to stir up the atmosphere, seizing people's good intentions, and continued:

"I'm risking my life here to tell you one more thing...According to the gossip I got, among the fighters who appeared today, there is a man whom Her Excellency Alice particularly admires."

"!?"

Alice, who was originally calm and decent, froze.

She glared fiercely at Melotes, who was facing the height of the stands.

The good lines are not as good as the one just now...

However, as if colluding in advance, the soldiers of the guard regiment who manage the order of the arena, under the leadership of the team leader Ke Te, began to shout a name in unison:

Chios!Chios!Chios!

Hearing the shouts of the soldiers on the left and right, the unintelligible audience was a little confused at first, but soon joined in the fun and joined in.

Chios!Chios!Chios...

"~~~~!"

Alice, whose face was so red that it was about to catch fire, grabbed the roller shutter stick from the hand of the maid beside her, and pulled it hard.

Snapped!

The stick snapped...

Fortunately, the agate curtain dutifully fell down, blocking the view of the audience in the arena.

"Hahahaha, it seems that the gossip is not groundless!"

Melottes laughed, completely ignoring Alice's annoyance.

He knew very well that the upright and kind knight would not have an enmity with him because of this.

"Don't be so quick to close your mouths that opened in surprise. The Chief Knight's presence is certainly a big deal, but what I'm going to announce now is the grand finale..."

At this point, he deliberately paused for a few seconds, and after satisfying people's appetite, Melotes put his hand on his heart, turned around and bowed deeply in the direction of the central capital.

"Our holy man blessed by the sun, the moon and the stars, the devout archbishop, Her Majesty Guinea, will attend the game with us tomorrow, and personally wear the golden laurel crown for the warrior who won the final, and award it to the A special prize for the champion!"

"Did I hear you right? His Majesty the Archbishop presented the award in person!"

Unlike the situation when the chief knight appeared, the people who heard the news were filled with admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

"Praise be to Kuat, the tear god!"

"Goddess who weeps for the world, I, a lowly sinner, have the honor to see the archbishop's holy face..."

Many people couldn't help but knelt down on the spot and kissed the bricks and stones on the ground with tears in their eyes.

Seeing this, Melotes clapped his hands.

The servant with the prize came forward.

On the deep black velvet cushion in the golden treasure box with both hands, lay a beautiful ring inlaid with countless petal-shaped emeralds.

"This ancient ring with great power is a treasure collected by the archbishop—[Green Flower Ring]. I dare to assure you that even if you search the entire southern border, you will not find a second one."

"Soldiers, do your best for this supreme honor bestowed by the archbishop! Show your hard-working martial arts to the fullest, and dedicate it to the goddess who sheds tears for the suffering of the world!"

Melotes shouted to the sky.

"Now, let us welcome the first batch of fighters into the arena!"

The gates at the north and south ends of the arena slowly rose amidst the sound of winches tightening the chains.

...

(Green flower ring, one more reason to win.)

"Since we must win, only one reason is enough."

His eyes shifted from the two teams facing each other in the center of the arena to the blue Nightingale on his shoulder, and Chios replied in a deep voice.

After walking around the camp for a few times, I couldn't find any trace of my fellow executors, so I simply gave up and came to the arena to watch the match.

(Shall I help you convince Sharon?)

"...Forget it, there's no need for that."

Chios shook his head after thinking for a while.

"Whether she participates or not is her freedom. She and I have no differences in route or philosophy, nor do we have a subordinate relationship between superiors and subordinates. Neither of us needs to make concessions for the other."

(So ​​if you want to defeat her with strength, how sure are you?)

"Sixty percent."

(Oh? Are you so confident in the face of Rank? B executors?)

"It's just self-knowledge."

Chios said lightly:

"If it's you or the principal who are only half a step away from the A-level, I certainly have no chance of winning, but against the newly promoted "Deadline" as the opponent, I don't think I will lose, no matter whether I have reservations or use it. Do your best..."

"The final winner will only be me."

Chapter 870? Medina Ortinanos

when!

The straight sword fell to the ground.

Pressing his numb and useless right hand, the man who had lost his weapon had just lifted his head when the blade of the sword pressed against his throat.

The sharp blade illuminated by the sun reflected like waves on the surface of clear water, and traced back along the steel gauntlet holding the sword, covering the fully armed knight in front of him with a hazy halo.

If the line of sight projected from the gap in the helmet visor has any substance, it weighs heavily on the person's shoulders.

Every second that passes, gets heavier.

Soon, this weight crushed the little courage left in the man's heart.

look around...

The companions in red burqas either fell down or sat on the edge of the arena with dejected faces.

On the other hand, on the blue side, although more than half of them have lost their combat power, more than a dozen people are still in good condition. Except for a little shortness of breath, there are no more injuries.

Knowing that the situation was irreversible, he knelt on his knees, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and spread his palms towards him, expressing that he would not resist any more.

"I surrender..."

Wow! ! ! ! !

The audience burst into applause.

The momentum was overwhelming.

"What a wonderful, exciting battle!"

In the stands on the north side, Melotes used his emotionally expressive voice, combined with rich body movements, to make a summary for this battle:

"5 minutes ago, the game was indistinguishable. It was not until Sir Cann was double-teamed that the scale of victory finally tilted. The two teams are evenly matched in terms of martial arts, but when it comes to tactical adaptability, the blue team is obviously better!"

Karakala...

The gates at both ends of the arena were raised with the sound of winches turning iron chains.

The pre-positioned priests of the church, armed with holy bells and amulets, entered the field in an orderly manner and performed miracles to heal the wounded.The hired workers were busy sprinkling white sand on the field, covering the traces of blood, and rolling it with rolling stones to make it smooth.

"Let's congratulate the blue team for advancing to the second round and look forward to their next performance!"

Melotes reminded those who left the audience:

"The next competition starts at 10 o'clock. During the break, please enjoy the food and wine provided by the camp, but don't forget to return to your seat on time. As the old rule, no entry is allowed after [-] minutes!"

...

(It's your turn.)

"Um."

Chios casually responded to Vita, and at the same time used his thumb to break the hard cake in his hand, and fed it to Gulianos who was standing on his shoulder.

After the bird's beak finished eating all the dry food on his palm, he patted the debris on his clothes and got up from his seat.