Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

The prince and princess stood up at the same time. Cordelia stood up, saluted them both and then left the greenhouse.

After walking less than five steps, all conversations behind him fell into complete silence.

On the way to other places, the prince and concubine showed a good affinity, while the prince had a dull face and even left with an excuse halfway.

"Don't mind, he's always been like this." The princess put in a good word: "Although he is impatient, there is no malice."

What else could Cordelia say, but she could only smile to show that she didn't mind.

Soon, we entered a horse farm.

It is considered privately owned by the royal family. It can not only raise horses but also be used as a golf course.

Two beautiful white horses rushed from the pasture and stopped in front of Cordelia.

On the horseback are a pair of beautiful twins...this pair are princesses known as the national treasures of Midwinter.

The elder sister is named Sissi and the younger sister is named Helen. When they were only fifteen years old, they became famous in Europe for their beauty.

The two princesses had just passed their coming-of-age ceremony and were quite lively and active.

When he met Cordelia, who was about the same age, he immediately enthusiastically invited her to ride horses and hang out with her.

The princess was watching nearby and asked the maid to prepare tea cakes.

A few people who were tired from playing returned to rest near the princess.

Princess Sissi smiled and said: "It is really enviable that the saint has traveled to such a far place at such a young age."

Cordelia was proud in her heart but humble on the outside: "I am the agent of the Lord, so naturally I must not slack off every day. How can I compare to the two princesses?"

Sissi smiled and asked: "Does the saint have someone she likes?"

Cordelia didn't understand why this sentence was so out of touch.

Helen said quietly: "She is showing off, because many people have written love letters to her and invited her to watch theater performances."

Cordelia replied calmly: "I am a saint, and I also have feelings, but if I like you, it is best to be in love with each other."

"I think so too." Helen said solemnly, "I will not accept invitations from others at will."

"You obviously don't want to go because you think it's troublesome." Sissi said angrily: "I have been holding books and reading them all day long, and I have said that there will be no love in the books. How can a dragon capture the princess, and then the knight After going through mountains and ridges to save her, if it really comes to that point, I think the knight’s true love is the dragon and not the princess.”

Helen snorted, turned her head, and said stubbornly: "I believe in the existence of love, and I also believe in the beautiful love I mean."

The princess looked on with a smile, neither stopping nor commenting.

Cordelia cast a doubtful look.

The princess said lazily: "I think they are very cute. After all, they are my daughters. It is right to be more romantic... Well, I lived in the flower capital of Rome when I was young."

Cordelia understood instantly.

"Do the two princesses have a sweetheart?" Cordelia asked in a timely manner.

"I..." Helen hesitated.

Sissi suddenly changed her mind: "I received an invitation letter, inviting me to visit the knight's duel the day after tomorrow. I heard it will be very exciting. Now most of the people in the capital know about it, and the news is spreading. Do you want to see the Saint? Let’s go see it together?”

Helen was confused: "Why do you say this suddenly?"

"Because..." Sissi lowered her voice: "One of them is the red dragon of Pendragon."

"Ah, the knight who looks most like the King of Knights? He still seems to have golden hair." Helen blinked: "But aren't all the Pendragons with red hair?"

"He is an illegitimate child, but he does look like King Arthur..." Sissi couldn't help but say a few more words.

"You know so detailedly." Helen looked at her sister: "Did your invitation letter come from him?"

"No, of course not." Sissi quietly looked at the princess's expression and shook her head: "It was sent by a marquis."

Cordelia was not very interested in this. She asked: "If the duel is not equal in strength, there is nothing interesting. Pendragon is known as the Red Dragon of Britain, and he is presumably a very powerful person. Then his opponent will be who?"

"This is not mentioned in the invitation letter." Sissi never thought about this.

Helen felt more and more that her sister must have mentioned it on purpose.

The princess said to the attendant: "Go and check."

Soon the attendant returned and brought a handwritten letter: "This is the application for a duel at the sword fence duel ground."

The twin princesses took it and took a look. One of the names could be seen, but the other name was completely incomprehensible.

"How do you pronounce this? It seems that you are not from Europe."

Cordelia looked down and was frozen for a few seconds. She probably didn't expect to see this name here.

Her reaction did not escape the attention of the princess and the twin princesses.

"Do you know the saint?"

Cordelia opened her mouth, unable to deny it.

"I know."

She let out a long sigh, gathered her emotions, sat dignifiedly, and showed a confident smile.

"To be frank and regrettable... Pendragon's red dragon has kicked the Alps."

"Oh?" The princess asked enthusiastically, "Who is he?"

"I have just mentioned this name... His name is Bai Yu, Bai Yujing - he once challenged the esoteric demigods but returned unharmed. It can be said... that he is nearly invincible under the canonization, and one-on-one above the canonization. ”

Chapter 780 Sword Fence Duel, Like a Demon King

Three days passed in an instant.

The sword fence duel arena was already overcrowded.

There is no so-called live broadcast equipment here, and only guests who have bought tickets can see what happens on the duel field.

Because this duel is extremely popular, everything from the VIP seats to the ordinary seats below has been sold out.

The dueling arena itself is modeled after a bullring and a dueling arena. The middle area is empty and the surrounding auditorium can accommodate up to 3,000 people.

It may seem like a small number, but in fact the duel arena is rarely full.

Located in a VIP room on the south side.

The princess looked at such a lively scene below and couldn't help but sigh: "Even when the Ace Duel Agent, who has won nine consecutive victories, is trying to win ten consecutive victories, the venue is only two-thirds full, right?"

The prince nodded and replied: "I remember the last time it was full, it needs to be traced back to more than ten years ago when Dion de Beaumont played."

The princess opened her fan to cover her lips. The lady smiled elegantly and said, "Indeed, if he comes on stage, who can resist curiosity?"

"Who is Dion?" Princess Sissi asked curiously. She was wearing a red dress today, which stood out even in the VIP room, like a warm red rose.

Princess Helen was wearing a calm blue dress. The twin sister sat quietly on a chair and replied: "Is it the famous sword fighter you are talking about?"

"Who is it?" Princess Sissi still doesn't remember. She is not very interested in history, and her sense of dueling is average. This time she came here to watch as a part of the fun, and at the same time she was curious to see what the dueling parties looked like.

Accompanying him in the same room was Cordelia, who had been invited to attend the appointment.

"Dion de Baumont... he once worked in the Roman tax department, and was later transferred to the Hunter Bureau by the emperor. He then went to other countries to engage in the secret service. At the age of thirty-five, he performed major meritorious services and received the Saint Cross, later encountered ostracism in the country and sought refuge in mid-winter."

"Although he is a knight, no one knows whether his gender is male or female...many people even started bets on this."

"After arriving in Midwinter, he became a professional dueling agent. If I remember correctly, he once set a record of being undefeated in seventeen consecutive duels."

"The saint remembers it very clearly, but the most interesting thing is not here..." The princess pursed her lips and smiled: "The interesting thing is that Dion was actually ordered by the Roman emperor to only wear women's clothes and was not allowed to change into men's clothes, so in the duel field He also played in a skirt - probably his most legendary battle was when he defeated St. George, known as the Dragon Slayer, wearing a skirt."

Princess Sissi's eyes widened: "So is he a man or a woman?"

"No one knows this. Since he has moved to the Fairy Country, maybe this will become an eternal mystery." The princess touched her eldest daughter's hair: "But I always think that skirts are not suitable for a duel."

"Speaking of which..." the prince added: "Knight Dion once served as the swordsmanship instructor of the Pendragon family. I wonder if his unique sword dance can be seen again here. If such exquisite swordsmanship cannot be passed down, It’s also a pity.”

……

In the player lounge.

Marquis George repeated the same sentence: "Don't be nervous, just use your original strength."

The young man wearing dark red light armor said helplessly: "Godfather, you have repeated this sentence too many times. Who is so nervous?"

The Marquis rubbed his face, looked at his still trembling hands, and laughed at himself: "I am nervous, but also excited. If you win this duel, the reputation it will bring will be unprecedentedly huge. I am happy for you."

Lei Zan lowered his head and wiped the knight sword in his hand with a white cloth. In fact, he had never forgotten to maintain this sword. He did this before the duel just to calm down his mood. Every time he saw this sword being used When the sword is polished brightly and cleanly, and the sword reflects his own face like a mirror, he will feel calm.

"Speaking of which, who is my opponent?" Lei Zan asked.

The Marquis was stunned for a moment and asked, "You don't even know who your opponent is?"

"Well, I have been sitting at home meditating these past few days and not paying attention to the external disturbances." Lei Zan nodded sincerely and deduced without permission: "Throughout the midwinter, I have seen most of the Knights of the Round Table. Anyone who can be my opponent is either The Beer Belly Knight with the highest winning streak is either the Durian Knight who wins with strange weapons.”

Although the names are weird, these two knights are relatively well-known professional duelists.

Professionals make their living not only by talent, but also by the effectiveness of their programs.

The name should also be interesting to attract the curiosity of the audience.

The results of the public satisfaction survey show that everyone quite likes this kind of knight name, so tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, oranges... all kinds of fruit knights emerge in endlessly.

The Beer Belly Knight, as the name suggests, has a beer belly, and it's very big; the Durian Knight, his appearance is nothing special, but he uses different weapons in every duel, and he's pretty good at it... He's even used a blood droplet, so you know he's good at it. How much did it cost?

"None of them." The Marquis said, "Your opponent is the young master of Donghuang Group."

Rezan nodded calmly: "I understand."

"Is your reaction too indifferent?"

"Because it's similar to what I guessed. They are all opponents with no background. They can only respond to changes by staying the same." Pendragon's red dragon raised the sword in his hand: "I just hope that he is a person worthy of my all-out efforts." Go to the opponent."

Marquis George knew that he was nervous in vain. This boy was clearly in good shape and couldn't be better.

"You already have the air of a general at your age, which is very good." The Marquis said happily: "Then I won't say more. Get ready, get ready to go to the duel field and pick up your own glory!"

……

Another player lounge.

"It's just a duel, why do you need to put on makeup?" Bai Yu was pressed in front of the dressing mirror, and several stylists were busy around him: "I'm not a talent show for the palace."

"Appearance is also very important. If you are not from here and you are good-looking, it is inevitable that someone will follow your facial features."

Melusina was planning a trick: "You don't know how many of the audience in the duel this time are women and ladies. They look at people regardless of their strength, only their faces. If you are good-looking, they will look at you." I will support you, and usually men will not argue with women face to face. As long as you dress better, you can offset your opponent's considerable home field advantage..."

There is some truth in what he said.

Bai Yu had no choice but to suppress her temper and was manipulated by these stylists in various ways.

It took about thirty minutes to put on makeup, and a handsome and miserable face was reflected in the mirror.

...Is this still me?

Bai Yu seemed a little distracted at first glance, but then he realized something was wrong. Was there some kind of ecstasy drug that was rubbed on his face?

"Charming makeup." Melusina pressed Bai Yu's hand: "Don't rub it, it won't work if you rub it."

"Does this still have a charming effect?" Bai Yu was shocked: "I don't want to be Dimuludo!"

"It has no effect on men." Melusina shook her head and said: "But it can attract female viewers, and from a relatively long distance, at most they will think you are good-looking."

"Sister Shirley..."

"Ok?"

"Why do I think it's just you who wants to see it?"

"Hmm~"

When Bai Yu saw her expression, he realized that he had guessed correctly.

"I'm about to go to the duel arena and let mermaids be eaten by me. You should be nervous."

"My sister stopped you before. You insisted on going on your own. Now that I have agreed, you start to show weakness and beg for mercy?" Melusina knocked him on the head and then said in a gentle tone: "I know I can't help. What are you doing? I just want to make you feel better. If I worry about gains and losses to the point of insomnia and come to cheer you up with dark circles under my eyes, wouldn’t that put more mental pressure on you? "

"That's the truth."

"Yes, so as long as you win, sister will promise you anything."

President Bingshan hugged his shoulders from behind and gently pressed his lips to his forehead.

The slightly cool touch feels like jelly passing through it.

A slight force came from Bai Yu's back, and he was pushed out of the door.