People in Terra, governing a weird little country

“Hee….heehee….cough cough!”

Noticing the terrifying gaze from Flemont, Ermengarde also realized that her expression was too obvious. She quickly coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment. Then she raised her hand, and the thread of the life knot gathered in her hand, outlining a pair of small black-framed glasses, which she placed on her nose and pointed ears. She pushed them up, posed handsomely, and answered with a honey-juiced and confident smile:

"As the teacher's best student, I, Ermengarde, will certainly take on this task without any hesitation!"

"Please rest assured, teacher! I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, just a fire demon! I will go right away!"

Ermengarde turned and walked away, but Flemont stood still.

After a moment, Ermengarde fell back and asked somewhat embarrassedly:

"Speaking of which, where is the Flame Demon?"

"Shelagh."

Ermengarde covered her mouth. "It was Kjerag!"

"It's so far away, Chief, can you help me finish the small cube? Then I can go there on the small cube."

Flemont felt a slight pain in his head.

Chapter 388: Fremont's Three Spells

Casimir, Kavaleriya, Pegasus Arena.

The first match of the Universal Games is about to begin. The unknown professor of Leithania University, Fremont, will fight against the world-famous Blood Knight Dikaiopolis, who just defeated the Candle Knight and won the special championship.

"Honestly, Ernst, is this game really necessary?"

Sitting next to Ernst, Shi Huaiya was dressed in a trendy girl's outfit, looking particularly youthful and energetic. She looked at the Blood Knight who had already walked onto the field and was doing the final equipment check before the game, and at Fremont who was standing opposite him, leisurely comparing his watch with the clock on the big screen. She was obviously quite critical of this opening match.

"That's not fair at all, is it?"

She nudged Ernst's arm with her hand and couldn't stop complaining:

"Have you watched the Blood Knight's match? I was watching in the box at the time. That guy is really capable. That blood spell is simply unstoppable!"

"We can't outlast him in a war of attrition, but if we end the battle quickly, he will easily find an opportunity to spill blood on the field. If we can't defeat him completely with one strike, he will easily overturn the situation like the Candle Knight. But the problem is that Casimir allows tampering with the equipment. Just look at the Blood Knight's equipment. I went to investigate and found that the cost of a set is at least 500,000 marks! It's impossible to penetrate that set of armor and defeat the Blood Knight in one blow!"

"Under such circumstances, they actually arranged for a frail old man to fight him."

Shi Huaiya muttered and frowned:

"I understand that the Casimirs won the opening match beautifully, but isn't this a bit too shameless? What if they arranged for someone with similar strength? At least it would make the match more interesting!"

"Isn't that right, Ernst?"

Ernst: “….”

What could Ernst say? He could only give an awkward but polite smile.

Frankly speaking, if he had not had that chance encounter with Fremont, he would probably have had similar ideas to Shi Huaiya.

The Blood Knight is, after all, the champion of the knight competition. In Terra, there is no such thing as a national-level sports meeting that is less valuable than the S-level competition. Casimir is afraid that the champion will suffer a Waterloo in the first battle, which will lead to a significant reduction in his subsequent popularity, and the peripheral products will not sell well, and the investment will not be recovered, so they deliberately arranged some weaker opponents for him. This is indeed understandable and is a reasonable adjustment within the rules.

After all, in sports competition, strength is everything. If you don't have enough strength, you'll just be giving away points to anyone you play against. So why can't the person who gets the points be a Casimir?

But after all, it's a matter of the country, generally speaking, people will give it some face. Besides, a evenly matched showdown is the best show. If you come on stage and your opponent falls asleep as soon as the referee shouts "start", then what's the point of watching the game?

So, to be honest, it was a bit unethical for a university professor like Fremont to fight against a powerful knight champion like Blood Knight.

And now.

Ernst could only say that his thoughts had indeed not changed.

To be honest, letting a university professor like Fremont fight against a champion of knight competition like Blood Knight is a bit like a sneak attack.

Rather than worrying about whether the Casimirs could win, Ernst was more concerned about whether Fremont wanted to lose.

If he doesn't want to lose, Ernst has to think about burning more incense to the great god Yelagund.

May Jeston draw a good lot, and curse Enthiotis to draw Fremont!

But Ernst's slightly strange attitude aroused Shi Huaiya's curiosity. She looked at Ernst suspiciously, and then asked Xinteleya who had been following Ernst:

"Ms. Hintleya, is there anything strange about Fremont?"

Xinteleya's expression froze for a moment, then she shook her head and replied meaningfully:

"You should ask why he is not weird."

Shi Huaiya was completely confused now.

What's going on? Weren't you all acting like human beings when you were chatting a few days ago? How come you suddenly turned into riddlers just a day later?

She scratched her head and looked at the arena.

Is there really something strange about this Fremont?

At the same time, on the court, Fremont was somewhat conflicted.

Should I fight or not? If not, how can I report back?

The Queen publicly recruited members for the Leitania team, and he was not the only one who responded. However, most of them signed up for the Originium Skills Competition on the other side, not the Unlimited Knight Competition.

After all, for most Leitanians, it is not easy to be like the Candle Knight, who is beautiful, skilled in Originium, and has good swordsmanship. Without these, fighting with the shirtless Casimir in the ring is really not in line with their aesthetics, it is very rude and not elegant.

Moreover, losing is very embarrassing.

So, after everyone signed up, only the main event of knight competition was left, and there were only a few applicants. Fremont used some tricks and negotiated some conditions to get this place from the queen and went out to hide away.

Among these conditions, one is "fighting more beautifully".

This is a very vague word, beautiful, and it doesn't mean that you have to win a championship or something. Besides, Fremont doesn't want to be famous, and losing beautifully is also a kind of beauty. So, he can also lose.

But losing in the first round, and losing to the non-national team Athletic Knights, is a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?

But the question is, if we fight, what method should we use?

Being able to knock someone down without killing them is also a problem.

While he was struggling, the Blood Knight on the opposite side had already checked his equipment and started his usual persuasion process.

This has almost become his necessary work before every game. The audience likes to watch it, the commentators like to say it, and he himself is not opposed to it. Although persuading others to surrender has never been successful, at least he has done it. After that, even if the strength gap in the game is too big and he hurts the opponent, he can explain - I persuaded him, but he didn't listen.

It was the same in this scene. The Blood Knight looked at the skinny old man in the distance, feeling somewhat helpless.

He didn't mean anything derogatory, he just wanted to express his feelings that these days, anyone can play in knight competitions.

At first it was the old knight nobles, then the retired knights, then the professional competitive knights, and now he, the representative of the infected knights, even this old man who looks like he has eaten as much salt as he has eaten, is being pushed out to participate in this dangerous fighting competition. This is really...

"Old man, I'm Dikaiopolis, the Blood Knight. I just won the Knight Competition Special Championship, which is roughly equivalent to the national championship of your Leitania Originium Skills Competition. Do you understand?"

The Blood Knight said loudly, explaining his identity to Fremont bit by bit, fearing that Fremont's understanding might be biased or wrong.

But Frémont did not answer. He still stared at the ground below his feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Blood Knight could only be more straightforward and said:

"What I mean is, I'm very strong and powerful, you can't beat me, old man, now the game hasn't even started, you can just withdraw, then we don't have to fight."

Fremont still didn't answer, which gave the Blood Knight a headache.

Three times is the limit, he warned for the last time:

"Old man, there is an old saying in Minoan that a warrior who knows how to choose his opponents will always be victorious. You are no match for me, and it is not too late to get out of here now. If you wait until the game officially starts, I will not show mercy."

Flemont frowned, and finally raised his head: "So noisy."

As soon as he said this, the next moment, Dikaiopolis, who wanted to answer, felt an unknown force sealing his mouth.

He widened his eyes in surprise and reached out to his mouth, but touched nothing.

But why can't I speak?

What kind of Originium technique is this?

No, this is the Originium technique you used?

The Blood Knight's face changed, and he realized something was wrong. He immediately raised his hand and wanted to report to the referee that his opponent had used Originium skills on him before the game even started. But just as he raised his hand, the voice from the commentary desk sounded the next second.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, hello! I am your new friend, Big Mouth Mob!"

"Welcome to the opening match of the Casimir International Tournament. In this match, Mr. Fremont, a knight athlete from the Leitania team, will face our newly crowned champion of the 23rd Knight Tournament Special, the hero of all the infected in Casimir, the invincible King of Blood - [Blood Knight] Dikaiopolis!"

"Oh, ladies and gentlemen, I believe you should have the same thoughts as me at this moment. Yes, yes, I know what you are thinking!"

"That's right, let our distinguished champion loudly tell this player from Leitania what Casimir's hospitality is!"

"The person standing before you is the one-in-a-million special championship champion. So what if you are the representative of Leitania?"

"You are the challenger!"

Dikaiopolis: “….”

I'm not, I didn't, I didn't say that!

Referee, we have actually won this game. Our opponent violated the rules and cheated by using Originium skills before the game!

"Look, our dear Blood Knight has raised his hands towards us! Where is our cheering?!"

No, why is the commentator still attacking? You are hitting friendly forces!

Dikaiopolis tried to turn around and leave the field, but before he could move, Flemont's voice rang out.

"The Blood King? Ha, I do know such a person, but unfortunately he has a bad temper. Compared to him, I prefer you to be worthy of this name, young man."

"How about this, I'll give you a chance. In this competition, I'll only cast three spells. If you can survive all three spells, then I'll admit defeat. How do you think?"

After enduring three moves, you give up?

Is this a bet? But if you say this, aren't you afraid that the audience, your superiors, and the twin queens of Leitania will have opinions?

No, that's not right.

Dikaiopolis stared at Flemont's face and suddenly confirmed one thing.

Flemont never spoke from beginning to end. His voice did not reach his ears through the air, but sounded directly in his mind. What kind of Originium technique is this?

Is this the national team? Before the game even started, they had already used two Originium techniques that Dikai Opolis had never heard of!

Dikaiopolis blinked and nodded quickly.

At this point, he had no choice but to nod. Perhaps his refusal to withdraw really displeased Charney, who actually arranged such an opponent for him.

But in sports competition, strength is the key. No matter who the opponent is or how strong he is, he will always give it his all and fight!

Three moves means three moves! You made the decision, so don’t regret it!

Dikaiopolis nodded, and the gag order imposed on him and the voice echoing in his mind disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Only then did Dikaiopolis realize why his opponent dared to directly violate the rules and use Originium skills on his opponent before the game.

Only when you have the power to override the rules can you dare to do things that disregard the rules.

Without any time for nonsense, Dikaiopolis took a defensive stance and prepared for battle.

On the other side, Fremont finally selected the three spells to be used this time.

Liches are in charge of knowledge, which comes from learning. In addition to their own spells using the Fate Knot, liches have many other tricks up their sleeves, such as secretly learning a few spells from other royal courts.

【Banshee】——Word Spirit.

【Cyclops】——Curse.

Also, very suitable for Blood Knight: [Blood Demon] - Blood Tide.

Chapter 389: Extreme Sports You Must Experience Once in Your Life

"Listen to me, man, do you even need to think about the odds for this game? This is simply giving away money!"

"Throw the Blood Knight. You know, the Blood Knight is my brother. He is incredibly strong. With him around, there will be no accidents. All you have to do is lie down at home and wait for the bank to notify you that the money has arrived!"

"Me? Haha, you have good taste. Of course I have to go to the scene to watch the game! The tickets for the opening ceremony are not cheap. I sold my house and bet everything on this. Of course I have to go to the scene to feel a sense of participation!"

The above conversation was disclosed by a reporter from Rose Newspaper. It was a conversation between a Casimir Knight competition enthusiast and him the day before the opening match of the International Competition.

The Rose Newspaper thoughtfully added a call for "moderate entertainment and rational consumption" at the end of this report, which earned it a good reputation. However, judging from the reports of Casimir's frequent flyers in the following days by another Casimir media, the Red Wine News, it is obvious that there are indeed not many Casimir people who really understand the true meaning of the term "rational consumption."

"I'm stupid, really."

"I only knew that a Leitanian old man could not be a match for the Blood Knights in close combat, but I never expected that the Leitanians were so cunning! They actually developed that terrifying Originium technique to target the Blood Knights!"