People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The scene of the last game, in which Grand Inquisitor Dario battled against Colombian representative Toby, is still fresh in our minds. The fate of Colombian representative Toby is even more vivid. It is a lesson not far away!

Dario could burn Toby to a crisp with one shot. Even with Terra's magical Originium medical skills and the medical resources of a country's representatives, he has not been pushed out of the intensive care unit yet, and it is unknown whether he will be covered or not when he is pushed out. Isn't this scary enough?

How does he, Titus Poplar, compare to Toby?

Brother Left Hand said that he didn't know, because Toby was killed instantly before he could even make a move. He could only be sure that he was much weaker than Dario, but he had no idea how much weaker he was or how he compared to him.

But how Jeston compares to Dario is simple and clear. One is that the hand cannon shot left a burnt mark on the repaired and reinforced competition arena, but did not cause great damage - the Business Federation did invest a lot of money, and this cannon destroyed at least a street, but it did not damage the venue.

And what about Jeston?

The Ice-Iron Bird directly caused the reconstruction of the Pegasus Arena to take several days, caused the match date to be postponed, and caused the aftermath to affect tens of thousands of spectators!

What else is there to say?

With a body that is slightly stronger than Toby, how can he fight against Jeston who is much stronger than Dario? Will he fight with his life?

What did Titus Topol want when he took a chance and made it to the semifinals in the Special Tournament? He wanted to achieve success and fame, bring honor to his family, completely get rid of his status as a tournament goalkeeper, and enjoy the treatment of a champion.

He wanted to be conferred the title of "Single-Word Knight", not wait to be "conferred posthumously"!

Even if you have a lot of money, you have to have a life to spend it!

You must withdraw from the competition.

Titus Topol said, I advanced through formal means as one of the top four in the Special Championships. I am an individual contestant and I don't represent any forces behind me. Now that my body is a little more "sensible" and the weather is good, I got sick and had to withdraw from the competition. No one will blame me. Is there anything wrong with that?

When I return to my warm special championship stage, I will still have the honorary title of "Player who advanced to the second round of the International Competition", which means I have surpassed the Blood Knight!

You laugh at your left hand for being timid, and your left hand laughs at you for not getting enough.

Jeston accepted the news in a daze.

Putting down the terminal, he turned his head and looked at the only remaining statue of the great god Yelagund in the room that had been renovated after Ernst's teaching, with a dazed look.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth raised up in an unconcealable arc.

Hey, you see, the great Lord Bayelagund is really useful, right?

He couldn't help but walk forward again, light a stick of incense in front of the statue of the great god Yelagund, pour some red wine, and perform a Lateran prayer. Finally, he put his hands together and shouted, "Gangmen!" Only then did Jeston nod contentedly, push open the door, and tell Ernst the good news.

Ernst was a little amused when he heard the news.

He didn't know what was going on with the Left Hand Knight. After knowing that Jeston would fight him, Ernst spent some time looking up the Left Hand Knight's record and the game videos posted on the intercity network. This guy was indeed quite capable. If he really fought with Jeston, it would be hard to say who would win or lose if the great Yelagund didn't take action.

After all, Jeston doesn't have that expensive custom armor and equipment.

It was too expensive. After asking Shi Huaiya about the price, Ernst gave up the idea of ​​buying one.

But it's not that he did nothing. In order to help Jeston, after learning about the Left-Hand Knight's record, he shamelessly found Enthiotis and found the mace through Enthiotis.

The reason is simple. Jian is more experienced in this area.

The title of goalkeeper of the Left-Handed Knight Competition is largely due to the mace.

Well, he had already made an appointment and asked Jian to help Jeston with special training so that Jeston would have some "experience" by the time the fight started tomorrow. But who knew that he won before the fight even started?

Are you still going over there with the mace?

Ernst thought about it and decided to go.

I've sold my face, and if Jason doesn't get beaten up... cough cough cough, if he doesn't get special training, wouldn't I have sold it for nothing?

Jeston, on the other hand, was overwhelmed when he heard Ernst's arrangement... no, no, he was overjoyed.

"What, I still have to fight with the mace?"

This was not the first time that Jeston had fought with Mace. In Kjerag, he was also invited by Mace to "compete".

To be honest, it was not a good experience, the snow was not tasty.

But Ernst was resolute:

"It's to train you. The Left-Handed Knight is sick, but what about the next match? Who knows, you might fight Mr. Dario or Mr. Manna? It won't hurt to train and gain more experience."

At the same time, he did not forget to comfort Jeston.

"Don't worry, I've asked you to hold back a little and not hit too hard."

Ernst didn't allow Jeston to refuse and made the deal.

However, apart from this, there was one more thing that Ernst was quite concerned about.

Since Jeston has advanced, who will replace Jeston in tomorrow's game?

The Business Federation and the Supervisory Committee will definitely not leave the field empty for economic reasons. Two more people will definitely be selected to compete tomorrow. Moreover, the popularity of these two people will definitely not be too low, in line with the suspense preheating made by the Business Federation - the special tournament qualifiers VS the foreign dark horse representatives!

The players who advance from the special tournament, plus the foreign dark horses?

Ernst already understood something in his mind. He took out his terminal and before he even opened the website to check the schedule, he saw that the poster for tomorrow's game had indeed been posted on the homepage of the Intercity Network.

[Candle Knight Viviana Droste VS Leitania representative Fremont]

[Battle of Leitania, the brilliance of Originium skills! ]

Chapter 428: Lich: Kal'tsit's "Huh" incident should be reported to Tracy

Viviana Drost.

When Fremont first saw this girl, he felt that she was somewhat familiar.

Liches have always had a good memory. They have to remember countless books and articles, complex spell contexts, and all matters big and small within the tribe and outside the tribe. At the same time, they have to pay attention to the developments of the two countries of Leithania and Kazdel. How can their memory be bad?

If they say, "Oh, I forgot about that," it's 100% an excuse to fool the kids. They just don't want to think about it.

Memory is an archive to them. As long as there is a record, they will be able to find it if they are willing to check. As for those who don’t want to check... he doesn’t even want to check. Hasn’t the question you want to ask already been answered?

This matter is not important, you are not important, it is of no use, just choose one for yourself.

The same goes for Viviana.

When Fremont first watched her competition in the audience of the arena, he was somewhat impressed by her. But then his attention was attracted by Ernst, who was "speaking without saying much", and naturally he didn't take Viviana's affairs to heart.

Later, although I remembered that this person looked somewhat similar to the Elector Kurfürst of Shi Tongling, I didn't pay much attention to it.

Just the daughter of an elector, what does she mean to him?

There were only a dozen Originium sorcerers in the world who caught his eye, and the only person he could call his friend was the Witch King Helhunzollon. After that man's death, Fremont no longer paid any attention to the political situation in Leithania.

Not to mention a mere elector, even if it was the Gemini Queens, the androids he created by combining Gallic secrets and Sarkaz witchcraft to attack the Witch King, after completing their mission, he didn't even bother to look at them.

Little lambs, that's what Fremont always called them.

Some people may ask, Fremont, when the Witch King was still alive, didn't you do anything? It's no different from now.

That's wrong. Flemont was still active when the Witch King was alive.

He was present when the Witch King modified the Golden Rule, and he was the one who gave the Witch King the initial instructions when he explored the wilderness. They discussed Originium techniques and Originium countless times. It can be said that Fremont was not only Herhunzoren's friend, but also his teacher. The Witch King received a lot of help from Fremont on his way to becoming the King of Originium Warlocks.

It was only because of his identity as a Sarkaz that he did not openly serve in the government. This was fundamentally different from his current situation where he did not care about anything and stayed at Ludwig University as an honorary mute professor.

For this reason, Fremont often sighed:

"How could such a young man, who I watched grow up, go crazy in the end?"

Of course, if you ask him now how he feels about creating the "tool" that killed his proudest student and friend, and whether he regrets it now, he will probably be stubborn and say things like "I don't regret it at all!" "He was killed by my magic creation, that's because he is not as skilled as others, which only shows that my magic is stronger." "Regret? He should regret not coming to me for so long! I have surpassed him a long time ago!" He will definitely say a lot of things.

But I'm afraid few people can understand what Fremont is thinking in his heart.

Maybe, he also wants to see his friend again?

"I didn't expect to fight this guy this time."

Listening to Ermengarde's introduction, Frémont felt a little emotional.

Shi Tongling's brothers were also a pair of miserable people. The eldest brother was supposed to be the heir to the Electorate, but in the battle to attack the Witch King's Tower, a great noble foolishly led the charge and eventually died under the loyal guards and defense mechanisms of the Witch King's Tower.

As for his younger brother, to be honest, Frémont did not think he was a qualified heir to the Electorate.

Compared to his overly strong brother, he was a little too submissive. He himself had not received any education as an heir, and should have enjoyed his wealth and glory as an ordinary noble, but he was suddenly pushed into that position...

Fremont did not participate in the power transition of Elector Count of Stromling, but as the Lord of the Royal Court, he also transcribed the performance of Elector Count of Stromling when he succeeded to the throne, which was reported by the liches who were responsible for monitoring various parts of Leithania.

Depressed, depressed, at a loss, and feeling lost.

Who could have thought that such an elector who "did not look like a monarch" would maintain peace and stability in Shi Tongling for decades to come, and be praised for "doing a good job"?

"But it seems that guy doesn't have many years left to live."

Flemont sighed silently in his heart, then looked at Ermengarde:

"Why are you back again? Didn't I send you to follow Ernst?"

"Chief, are you willing to drive away your lovely disciple?"

Ermengarde pretended to act coquettishly, but she didn't expect that what she was greeted with was not the teacher's gentle consolation, but a ray of blue lightning.

"Snapped!"

After a moment, the attempt to straighten her afro failed, and Ermengarde looked at Flemont pitifully with a sad face.

Flemont looked at the little lich with disdain and said with a curled lip:

"How disgusting! Who told you to do this? You deserve it!"

Ermengarde pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved:

"The people of Casimir said this method is useful and will definitely work if you want to please a man, so I learned it. Chief, you said that we should be good at learning."

"Could it be that you, Patriarch, are not a male lich?"

"Get lost! You'll learn bad things if you don't learn good things! I asked you to go to Kjerag to observe the Balrog for me, not to please a man!"

Frémont was about to raise his hand to show Ermengarde what a magic master is, but Ermengarde just waved his hands in fear:

"Just kidding."

Frémont's expression softened a little, and then he heard Ermengarde say:

"Besides, these two things don't conflict with each other. Maybe there is a causal relationship between them."

Flemont's face darkened, and without saying anything, he reached out and took out a ball of thread.

Ermengarde trembled all over, and even her voice became shrill:

"No, no, Patriarch, there's no need. It's really not necessary."

"I...I have important information! I came back with important information!"

Flemont paused for a moment, looking at Ermengarde with an unfriendly tone:

"What do you mean?"

Ermengarde spoke impatiently:

"Chief, you will never guess who I found over there in Ernst!"

"Who?"

"Guess... Oooooohhhhhhhh!"

Flemont's fingertips loosened the lifeline that had been picked up, and then looked at Ermengarde, who had collapsed on the ground and was in a daze:

"You said I couldn't guess it, but you still asked me to guess. What? Do you want to embarrass your teacher? You've spoiled me, little girl!"

"Stop pretending, stand up straight, and tell me, who did you see?"

Ermengarde pursed her lips, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and glared at Flemont aggrievedly, but she didn't dare to glare too obviously, so she could only mutter:

"I saw Ascalon."

"Louder, that's boring! Is this how you report to the teacher?!" Fremont shouted.

Ermengarde was startled and spoke loudly subconsciously:

"Look, I see Ascalon! And Kal'tsit!"

"Ascalon, and Kal'tsit?"

Flemont raised an eyebrow.

These two names are really familiar.

There was no need to search through the memory storage library, as Fremont's mind immediately emerged with the appearance of the last time he saw these two people.

How could he not know these two people?