Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"Hmph, he dares to be late for the opening ceremony of the Special Championship? The federation and the organizing committee will hold him accountable. Mob, announce Roy's withdrawal."

Mob opened his mouth, reluctantly saying, "But...speaker, wouldn't this...?"

McGee, his face serious, said again, "I said, declare Roy forfeit."

Mob pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and pleaded again, "But shouldn't this kind of matter be decided by the organizing committee? After all, Mr. Roy is a special guest..."

“Please listen to the spokesperson,” McKee said, emphasizing each word.

Mob paused, letting out a long sigh.

He turned around, walked to the commentary booth, and, pale-faced, raised the microphone to his mouth, saying:

"I apologize to all the viewers for keeping you waiting. Uh, due to some technical issues, the opening ceremony was interrupted for a short time. So, I regret to announce an emergency here: our special knight, Meteorite Roy, he..."

"boom!"

With a sonic boom, the longsword slashed through the night sky, causing Mob's voice to pause for a moment.

Seeing the sword hilt embedded in the cement on the stage, still swaying, Big Mouth Mob's memories were instantly activated. As if realizing something, his professionalism as a genius host immediately shone through! His voice, initially low, suddenly surged upwards, finally erupting in a roaring cheer, almost like laughter:

"he came!"

P.S.: I have some very regrettable news to announce. The author has become famous.

Yesterday it was yellow, but after the nucleic acid test last night, it turned red when I woke up this morning.

A red swab usually indicates a close contact or infection. Considering I had a nucleic acid test last night, I guess I am indeed infected.

I don't have a cough, chest tightness, or fever, which is quite strange, but I do have a bit of diarrhea, feel weak all over, and sleep for ten hours straight. This feeling... sigh.

All I can say is keep going, keep going! I've heard from others that my symptoms are relatively mild, and that I'll get through this!

Volume 1: Chapter 41 rnm, refund!

Mai is a crazy fan of equestrian sports.

He came from Victoria and was born into a wealthy merchant family in Lentinium. His ancestors were a branch of a Grand Duke's lineage. Although the family had lost its noble status by his parents' generation, they still retained considerable wealth and ancestral property. With two large factories in Lentinium and connections with lower-beneficiary members of Parliament, Mai was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and possessed a power called "freedom" that 99 percent of the people on this land did not have.

He was passionate about chivalry, from the ancient Tower Knights of Victoria to the now-extinct Steam Gundam Knights. The Chivalry Preservation Society he founded remains the largest chivalry preservation organization in Victoria, spending no less than a million Victorian pounds annually on its protection and promotion.

As for Kazimierz, known as the land of knights, he regarded it as his second home. Since obtaining permission to travel abroad, he had not missed a single Kazimierz Knights Tournament Special Championship. From the Black Knight who won three consecutive championships to the rising star, the Radiant Knight, and now this twenty-third Special Championship, he knew all the famous knights like the back of his hand.

For him, the player he favored most in this competition was still the Meteor Knight—Roy.

After his battle with the Rusty Copper Knight, Roy's reputation began to spread throughout the cities and towns of Kazimierz. His legendary debut and defeat of the Great Knight garnered him tremendous attention, but also attracted much skepticism. It was at that time that Mai noticed the name.

After his battle with the Candle Knight Viviana, Roy's influence began to truly expand beyond its immediate circle. On various websites of the Casimir Intercity Network, the top spots were almost entirely occupied by Roy's incomplete recording of the Great Wilderness Starfall. The video had even broken through Terra's closed local area network environment and spread to conservative and closed countries such as Victoria, Colombia, and even Letania, causing a huge uproar on their respective networks.

The Kazimierz were discussing how far the new knights who had risen above their station could go, the Victorians were analyzing the principles behind Roy's unprecedented Originium Arts, and the Letanians were pondering whether, if knights like Roy appeared in large numbers in Kazimierz, their defensive lines could extend all the way into the sky.

But Mai didn't think that far ahead. The day he saw the video, he booked a flight to Kavaleriaki and arrived in Kazimierz two weeks before the Special Championship, hoping to witness the miracle of the Great Wilderness Starfall in person.

But he was disappointed.

During the two weeks he was in Kazimierz, he kept a close eye on the daily match schedule provided by the Knights Association. However, the usually shrewd Knights Association seemed to have gone mad, ignoring Roy's explosive popularity and not arranging a single official match for him for two weeks straight!

This is utterly absurd! For this reason, Mai wrote to the Knights Association more than once, asking questions, offering suggestions, and even condemning their arrangements for the Roy Athletic Games.

He also knew the rules of the Kazimierz Knights Tournament Special Championship. If he didn't hurry up and compete now, Roy wouldn't be able to make it in time to register for the Special Championship!

Anyone with a brain could see that the Knights Association's actions were unusual; it was an official crackdown on Roy!

Mai even considered inviting Roy to Victoria and funding a equestrian tournament in Lentinium that rivaled the Casimir Major. However, the current chaotic situation in Lentinium forced him to abandon this plan.

Having mentally prepared himself not to see Roy during the 23rd Major, but since he was already there, Mai couldn't leave disappointed, so he decided to stay and watch the rest of the tournament.

After all, to be fair, the Infected Knight Blood Knight, the Letanian Spell Knight Candle Knight, and the Left-Handed Knight, a veteran powerhouse who consistently ranks in the top four, eight, and sixteen every year, are all quite popular. Although they may not be as popular as Roy, they are certainly not without their appeal.

So he bought VIP tickets for the opening ceremony in advance and arrived at the venue early, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

It must be said that the Kazimierz Commercial Federation is quite capable. Although they are still very young on this land, they already show signs of vitality, and their opening ceremonies are getting better and better each year. In particular, the knight introduction segment of this year's opening ceremony was refreshing for Mai. The stage, lighting, entrance, atmosphere, and the commentator who seemed born for this stage all added a lot to this slightly disappointing Major.

At the end of the Cavaliers' introduction, when the commentator opened his mouth to announce that the organizers had another huge surprise—a special guest Cavalier would be participating in the Major—Mai's heart nearly leaped into his throat! He had a strong, almost explosive premonition that it couldn't be anyone else but him!

"Let us welcome Roy, the legendary figure of Casimir, the nominee for Best New Knight, the meteorite descending from the heavens, kneeling on rusted bronze with a single sword, extinguishing candlelight with another! His three principles have earned him renown, his knights shine brightly, and his battles are without light! The dark horse of this tournament, the specially invited knight, the Meteor Knight!"

Roy!

He knew it couldn't be anyone else; who else could be worthy of the title "specially invited by the organizer"?

Mai stared wide-eyed at the center of the stage, hoping to see the blue-haired man he had seen thousands of times in the video, to see him rise, to see him wave, to see him introduce himself and announce his participation in this Special Championship!

However, one minute passed, two minutes passed... five minutes passed.

His eyes were almost sore from staring, and his smiling lips were about to stiffen, but Roy still hadn't appeared on stage. There seemed to be only three stage lifts; where was the fourth person, Roy?

What's going on? Wasn't it announced? Weren't we supposed to welcome them? Where are they? Why am I welcoming air when there's nobody here?

Mai was so angry at his unfulfilled expectations that he almost yelled, but just then, the excellent commentator picked up the microphone again.

"terribly sorry......"

What does "sorry" mean?

"Due to some technical reasons..."

Technical reasons? What technical reasons could make someone disappear? Did you Kazimierz develop a machine that can turn people into living beings?

"I regret to announce some news here: our special guest knight, Roy, he..."

What I want to hear is, is it regrettable?

You announced your participation, then expressed regret. Are you kidding me?

Mai slammed his fist on the table, stood up angrily, and was about to turn and leave. He was going to go back and complain to the Federation, and also tell all the members of the Victoria Knight Protection Association about this—those were his friends, well-known capitalists in Victoria—to make the Federation suffer, to make them spit out the money they had earned from them, and to bleed a little!

But the next second, a deafening bang rang out on the stage.

Mai turned his head sharply, and with Mob's voice rising abruptly, his gaze pierced through the glass window, where he saw a blue shooting star flash past.

Separated only by a floor-to-ceiling window, in a meeting lasting less than half a second, his eyes clearly captured the knight draped in starlight and moonlight, the wind whipping up dust that formed a spiraling cloak behind him, leaving behind a ribbon of light in the vast night sky that resembled the Milky Way!

Seeing is believing!

"he came!"

Mob's voice reached his ears a second late. His breath caught in his throat, and he rushed forward with ecstatic joy, pressing his entire body against the floor-to-ceiling window. He was incredibly grateful that the VIP room offered a view over the countless standing audience members below, looking directly at the stage.

Roy reached out and pulled the longsword from the ground. With a graceful turn, he sheathed the first weapon at his waist.

He raised his hand to the surroundings and gave a bright smile.

"Hello everyone--"

"Based on the organizing committee's decision, Knight Roy's lateness is considered a voluntary forfeiture of his competition qualification." The commentator's voice interrupted Roy's greeting, and the cold announcement brought the enthusiastic atmosphere of the entire stadium to a standstill.

"?"

Not only Mai on the glass, but almost the entire audience had the same question in their minds.

Late? Disqualified from the competition?

I thought you were giving me a surprise, but you didn't let anyone leave the stage for ages. When someone finally left, I thought you were just teasing me and building up my interest, but it turns out you were serious?

"You were the one who announced Roy's participation, and you were also the one who disqualified him when he arrived. It seems you've got everything covered, haven't you?"

A fart that's already released can't be taken back, and a volcano that's about to erupt can't be cooled down. Mai ripped off his monocle and slammed it on the table, causing it to fall to the ground. He then barked a savage roar at the commentary booth:

"*Vulgar Victorian slang*, withdraw from the competition? How dare you do this to us?! *Crude Victorian profanity*, refund my money!"

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Book 1: Chapter 42 The Art of Shifting Blame

"Why isn't Roy allowed to compete? This is rigged! Rigged!"

"When did the Casimir Major become like this? It's truly heartbreaking! (A question for the team!)"

"As a complete bystander, to be fair, Roy was indeed late, and the organizing committee's decision to disqualify him from the competition is justifiable."

"So you're a 'rational' person, huh? That's the kind of 'rational' person I'm going to beat up. 'Special invitation,' do you even know what a special invitation is? It's someone invited by the Major, not someone who wanted to come! Now that Roy has put on such a cool entrance performance for free, how come you're talking about disqualifying him?"

"To be honest, that's true."

"Then what should we do?"

"What should we do? Give us a refund!"

"This is such an unseemly way of eating! Even Victoria Beckham isn't this dark-skinned!"

Looking at the noisy audience on the projection screen, the executive chairman of the organizing committee frowned and waved his hand helplessly: "Turn it off, turn it off."

His gaze swept across the empty hall, then he turned to the others present, spreading his hands: "What should we do?"

Someone immediately spoke up: "This is clearly the spokesperson's fault. Knight Roy, as a special guest, received approval and approval from the joint meeting of the Business Federation. His qualifications cannot be revoked so easily."

The executive chairman glanced at him and asked in return, "So you mean, we're not canceling it?"

The man nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course not! Not only that, we should replace that spokesperson to calm the audience down!"

The executive chairman chuckled and said, "Do you know who that spokesperson is? Lesteen. McKee is the heir to the Rose Newspapers. You want to replace him?"

Upon hearing this, the committee member named Lester immediately deflated. He glanced around and, sure enough, everyone around him was casting mocking glances at him. He could only stubbornly say, "He's just the heir of the Rose Newspaper Group, not the heir of the Business Federation. He can't possibly stop us from making money, can he?" and then fell silent.

The executive chairman shrugged and looked away from him.