Civilization Guardian Front

Go through the inner corridor of the arena to the first floor, show the eligibility to the guards, and enter the preparation room.

Clang, Clang, Clang...

In the relatively spacious underground space, most of the contestants assigned to the white team had already arrived in advance, slashing the target post or finding someone for one-on-one practice, warming up for the upcoming battle.

A large group of men gathered in a closed environment to sweat, the smell can be imagined...

To be honest, even the bloody smell of a slaughterhouse is much better than this sour smell.

If he does not have to register in the preparation room three or ten minutes before the start of the match, otherwise he will be regarded as abandoning the match. He will definitely wait until the moment when the arena host announces the start of the match, and then jump off the guardrail directly from the VIP box.

Just as he was thinking of this, he heard the sound of the door opening from behind.

It seems that no one has the same thoughts as me...

Chios was in a slightly better mood, and continued to move forward without frowning.

"Isn't this Lord Chios?"

"So you are also from the White Team!"

Several contestants from the guard group noticed him, stopped training immediately, and surrounded him.

"Great, it's a win!"

"That's right, as long as you don't become an enemy in the second round, you are guaranteed to advance to the individual competition."

"Goddess bless you, please let me continue to be on the team with Lord Chios."

Because he solved the bronze-level commission alone, and because he has a close personal relationship with the chief knight, Chios's name can be said to be known to everyone in the guard group and the Knights Templar.

But this prestige is also limited to certain circles.

Among the people in the central city, Chios is still unknown.

Not to mention the areas outside the capital.

Therefore, seeing the sergeants of the guard regiment vying for Curiosity, the other contestants were unavoidably confused.

Who is this young man who doesn't even wear any armor but only wears a white cloak around his shoulders and a long sword on his waist?

noble?

In terms of appearance and temperament alone, it fits, but it doesn't seem like the guards are so eager to talk.

knight?

But even if I searched my memory, I can't think of anyone who has made outstanding martial arts with this name.

It can't be an ordinary person, right? The army sergeant is so eager to curry favor with him...

In any case, if this young man really has an extraordinary status or superior martial arts, it's always good to get to know him.

Who knows if there will be opportunities to work together or even work under each other in the future?

Among the applicants for the competitive competition, not every goal is to be the top eight or even the champion and runner-up. More are those who want to advance to a few more rounds in order to increase their status.

Including the non-commissioned officers of the guard regiment.

As members of the regular army, they are very clear that their own strength is far behind that of knights.

Even if one is lucky enough to advance to the individual competition, sooner or later one will be eliminated.

The reason for participating in the competition is nothing more than hoping to achieve a good result in the grandest martial arts competition of the year, so that colleagues and superiors can impress them.

Not everyone can aspire to the top, but ordinary people also have their own pursuits and excitement.

People who work hard for this goal and have a lively mind will not pretend to be lofty and let go of the precious opportunity to build relationships with powerful people.

For them, it is undoubtedly more important to be honored by the right person than to do their job conscientiously.

And Chios, who has an extraordinary demeanor, is obviously the right follower.

The contestants who smelled the opportunity stepped forward one after another, wanting to make a good impression in front of the youth.

However, the voice from the stairs beat them one step ahead:

"You are Chios, the one who was treated differently by the chief knight?"

Everyone looked behind.

A girl with short crimson hair, wearing the same color as her hair, with only a small amount of armor protecting her torso, and a long knife hanging from her waist came into view.

Chios turned his head slightly.

Out of the corner of his purple eyes, he glanced at the red-haired girl, and he nodded politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Duke Miche, Your Royal Highness Medina Ortinanos."

"You know me?"

Seeing Medina's surprised expression, Chios replied with a smile:

"Governing the northwestern border of Oreas, the helm of the famous family who has resisted the snake people outside the Yansnake Mountains for hundreds of years, although it has only been one and a half months since he succeeded to the throne, in the capital extending in all directions, the head of the Ortinanos family has changed. The news is not a secret."

"It is true that the succession to the title of duke is public, but... how do you know that I am the heir to the title of duke?"

"It's easy..."

Chios' eyes fell on the long knife at Medina's waist.

"If my memory is correct, it should be the saber of the Patriarch of Altinanos in the past. Besides, there are only a few female contestants in this competition. Based on the above conditions, if you still can't guess your identity , that's really not enough to describe what's happening even if it's stupid."

Chapter 870 One?

The stands on the north side of the arena...

Since the beginning, he has spared no effort to heat up the atmosphere, until the end of the first battle, Melotes, who was finally able to catch his breath, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his face, turned and walked into the shady passage.

"It's really old..."

When he was first appointed as the arena master, even if he was on stage under the scorching sun and talked all day long, he didn't feel tired.

Now it has become like this, and the host can't do what he wants after more than half an hour...

Is it because of age?

Or is it because of years of doing the same job, the initial enthusiasm gradually lost, which led to the current state?

Melotes was born in a family of squires, but because he had no talent in martial arts and was unwilling to be regarded as incompetent, he found another way. The high-level fancy, become the arena manager.

He is not short of money.

The manor inherited from his ancestors and the land of hundreds of acres, as well as the gray income from hosting competitive events, are enough for him to squander the rest of his life.

There is no pressure to survive, if even the enthusiasm is gone, and you start to feel anxious about how to bring freshness and excitement to the audience...

What is left to push yourself forward?

With some heavy thoughts in his heart, Melotes pushed open the back door of the lounge.

The cool breath with the fresh fragrance of verbena is blowing on the face, taking away a little melancholy.

His face, which was about to be dragged down by the sense of burnout, slightly improved.

He took out a bottle of Pinot Grigio from his own estate from the cupboard, pulled out the cork, and poured a half full amount into the wine glass.

He skillfully shook the goblet to stimulate the aroma of the wine, brought the rim of the cup close to the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and was about to sip carefully...

knock knock...

A knock on the front door stopped him.

"What's up?"

"Lord Melotes, Archbishop Royal Letter."

"Your Majesty's instructions?"

Melotes was taken aback.

The competition schedule has been scheduled, and now that a battle has just been fought, what order does the archbishop want to give himself?

It's not because I want to temporarily arrange a special program...

Keenly smelled something unusual, he took a sip of Pinot Grigio to prepare himself.

"Bring it in."

"Yes."

The servant opened the door and respectfully presented the Archbishop's autographed letter.

After the other party retreated, Melotes picked up the letter opener and cut open the crimson sealing wax, took out the letter paper and spread it out.

"This is..."

...

During the intermission, the outside of the arena instantly turned into a different kind of battlefield.

"A quiche and two pints of rum!"

"Grilled escargot, chickpeas, mixed cheese, and a pot of boscha!"

"Two pork tenderloin sandwiches in white sauce, six skewers of grilled mushrooms...what? The mushrooms are still grilling, so forget it, make two chicken sausages instead."

There are huge crowds of people in front of the deli shop in the camp.

In order to meet the dietary needs of the contestants and spectators, and at the same time take into account the order management of the camp, Melotes only issued stall permits to 32 well-known delis and taverns in the capital.

The number of spectators during the Capital Competition is about [-]...

Although there are not so many hungry people to deal with every break, but on average, there are still five to six thousand floating customers between each game.

It is no easy task to buy food within a limited time and return to the position before the guards block access.

Even if you plan for a rainy day, plan the movement line in advance, and separate actions with your partners with clear goals, it is still very reluctant.

Finally bought it...

Asuna secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the fried seafood wrapped in straw paper, he walked back to the agreed meeting place.

This kind of experience of rushing to buy things with others is something she has never experienced before.

Looking back, after meeting my teacher, my life really changed drastically.

Eating at the family restaurant, learning how to play golf, speeding over [-]km on the road, riding a horse for the first time, relaxing and eating with a soft-looking mother, sharing a bed with a teacher, being a shame things...

"teacher..."

Asuna murmured softly, and then felt hot all over.

How to do?

In my mind, it is all about the teacher.

"Ah, sister Asuna, why can't you control the expression on your face that you want to ovulate?"

The joking words that caught Asuna's ears brought Asuna back from her trance.

Turning his head to look at the source of the sound, he saw that Renn had come to the left with a clay jug full of fruit juice at some point, and looked at her with meaningful eyes.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the poisoning is not serious, hey, how much dose did Brother Chios give you?"

Hearing this, Asuna's hand trembled and almost knocked over the food.

"What dose?"

Her eyes wander.

"What else?" Ryan tilted his head, a cute smile appeared on his childish face.

"Of course it is a white and viscous beauty essence rich in deoxyribonucleic acid."

"Woo!"

Asuna's face turned red.

This child, who is younger than me next year, speaks more and more loudly...

"What's the matter? What are you talking about?"

"You're blushing like this, is it because you're feeling unwell?"