Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Batbayar suddenly glared and stared at his old friend.

"What do you mean? Underestimating the bravery of our tribe?"

The contempt in Koval's look deepened.

"Why don't you pull some punches? Return to your tribe. You grew up with your father in Casimir. Why are you pretending to be so good when you can't even do the throat singing? Now you can't even do the wrestling tricks your father taught you."

Batbayar's eyes turned red.

"Alright, alright, if you two want to argue, go outside. I want to close the store and rest today."

Just as he was about to say something, the sound of metal creaking and footsteps came, and Bald Martin came over with two oak mugs full of beer and placed them in front of the two old men.

"What would Maria think if she saw you two arguing here?"

As he spoke, Bald Martin took back the two people's empty glasses and refilled them with beer.

These two guys are definitely not going to just have a few drinks and be done with it.

As soon as the two heard the name Maria, they were like balloons that had been punctured, and they deflated instantly.

Each of them clutched a cup and sighed.

"The girl hasn't appeared for a long time."

Koval took a long swig of his cold beer.

“Not only her, but even Zofia hasn’t appeared for a long time.

Didn't the newspapers report some time ago that this kid was going to compete for the position of the Long Rider on behalf of the Lin Guang family in the Knights' Competition? How come an unknown guy showed up a few days ago?"

Batbayar said this with a somewhat sad tone.

When people get old, they always like to hang out with young people, especially Maria, who, like her sister, is a source of light for humanity, warm and shining, making these old guys love her from the bottom of their hearts.

"She should be in training. After all, she has faced the enemy in person. Zofia will definitely train the girl well."

Koval tried to comfort his old friend, but also complained.

"How long have these two girls not appeared? They could have gone to the bar during their break, why are they being so formal?

Or is it that "closed-door cultivation" is also popular among young people today? "

Although Batbayar felt better after hearing his old friend's advice, he was still a little puzzled.

After all, as an older single woman, Zofia is very good at going to bars and discos.

But Batbayar was stunned when he heard what his old friend said. He no longer cared about Sofia and Maria's departure.

You old bitch, did you hear too many stories from them when you went to Yan Country when you were young?

"Practicing behind closed doors, when was this old-fashioned term popular?"

The old craftsman Koval looked confident. "When I was young."

Do you believe this? Batbayar, as a knight, has never heard of it. How can you, a blacksmith's squire, know this?

"Don't knights travel around to train themselves? How can they practice behind closed doors?"

The old knight asked doubtfully. After all, he could not be considered a knight now.

Suddenly, his old friend looked at him with contempt again.

"Tsk, how can a knight who can afford to hire a Scourge Messenger and has a means of transportation understand the suffering of the world... I almost died of exhaustion in the workshop just to make a good sword for you."

Koval's voice was not loud, just like an old woman talking about her old man.

The old knight's head hurt from reading this.

Suddenly, the old man slammed the table and stood up.

"What are you mumbling about? If you want to scold me, just do it. Don't be sarcastic. Have I ever been afraid of you in a quarrel?"

Koval also got angry and kicked the stool and stood up.

"Do you really think you are still that knight master!?"

The two old men stood face to face, their aura emanating from them.

However, Bald Martin just looked up.

"You two can fight, and whoever loses pays the bill."

Immediately, the two old men picked up the kicked over chair and sat down quickly.

"Drink, drink, drink, don't say those useless things."

Just kidding, considering their decades of friendship, no matter which side wins, they will definitely drink themselves to death.

And neither of them had much money in their pockets.

If I lose this, I won't have money to drink for weeks. It's not worth it.

"whispering sound."

Bald Martin looked at the two old kids and sneered.

What's the point of showing off if you don't have money?

After sitting down together, the topic naturally returned to Maria.

"I wonder if the girl can get the same rank as her sister this time, Brilliant Knight."

Batbayar sighed when he thought of the dazzling figure like the sun.

As time passed, I didn’t expect that everyone in the Linguang family would stand on that arena.

“It’s tough, but at least I should have no problem getting a top 16 ranking like Zofia.

The girl is still young. After another two years of training, she will definitely be able to inherit Lin Guang’s family’s riding skills.

After all, we raised the child.”

Koval consoled.

One of the duties of a retainer is to keep his employer emotionally stable.

Suddenly, Batbayar felt relieved.

Yes, the girl grew up under their care, so there will definitely be no problem.

But Bald Martin's words made Batbayar, who had originally felt a little relieved, suddenly feel depressed again.

"But no matter how hard Zofia teaches, Maria has only undergone a few weeks of formal training since she signed up."

Bald Martin said with a serious look while wiping the red wine glass which was already free of dust.

“At the beginning, Zofia asked me to train for the first time all the way until the preliminary round.

But four years passed.

It has only been four weeks since we learned that Maria's child was going to participate in the competition.

Even if the kid has been training like crazy during this period, have you ever heard of someone making rapid progress in just four weeks? "

The old craftsman and the old knight were silent.

However, the silence did not last long, and the old craftsman spoke.

“It’s not like there’s nothing.

Besides, this person is not far from the girl."

Bald Martin and the old knight knew who he was talking about without even having to explain who it was.

"You mean..."

"Maenna! You completed your mission very well! Your bonus this month will be increased by 10%. Work hard. Our team's performance depends on you!"

The voice on the other end of the communicator sounded triumphant.

Mauna also flattered him.

"It's all thanks to the team leader's cultivation. I just did a small insignificant job. Anyone can do this kind of physical work. You gave it to me to show your respect for me."

The team leader on the other side of the communicator was very happy with this flattery.

"Hahaha, how can you belittle yourself like this? Well, please excuse me. Brilliant Shield started selling off a lot of shares this morning, and I can't leave recently.

Please organize this cooperation report and submit it to the office tomorrow.

Don’t bother you.”

Hearing that the team leader was about to turn hostile and ruthlessly assign her a task, Mainna did not show any intention of refusing.

"Okay, don't worry, Team Leader. I will definitely finish it on time."

After hanging up the communicator, Mainna looked at the man who had appeared in front of him without him noticing and was sitting opposite him eating his lunch, with an expressionless face.

"Did you bring the stuff?"

The man had black hair and his eyes revealed a great deal of shrewdness and ninety points of decadence.

And Mainna didn't refuse his action of showing off his sandwich, she just asked him.

"Tsk, I thought you could say something more touching at our party. Being so direct really ruins the mood, Mauna."

The black-haired man first clicked his tongue, then handed a small mobile player to Mauna.

"Take it, it's a new product from Zaun Technology, I guarantee that the entire Casimir won't be able to detect its signal.

This company is really interesting. The products they produce are crude and simple, but strong and durable, and are well received among bounty hunters.”

The black-haired man continued chattering on to himself.

However, Mauna ignored him, grabbed the video player and started adjusting the channel.

Finally, the image of Howling TV appeared on it.

In the picture, Big Mouth Mob is continuing to introduce the personnel.

After introducing Maria and making another long and boring advertisement, it was Maria's opponent's turn.

Looking at Zofia who was rubbing her fingers in confusion, the werewolf was a little puzzled.

"No, don't be nervous, okay?"

Warwick didn't understand, but he understood.

This is just like the high school entrance examination. The more you care about your children, the more you will worry about such things. To be fair, if any other of his children stood on the arena, his performance would not necessarily be much better than Zofia's.

So, he didn't say anything like don't be nervous and trust her.

But understanding is one thing, but can we rub our hands together?

You've almost rubbed all my hair off, sister.

"Oh, how can I not be nervous? This is the first time that little Maria appears on stage today, and the guy she has to deal with is not easy..."

Zofia, who was rubbing her werewolf paws, hadn't finished her words yet.

Big Mouth Mob finally got back to the point again under the threat of "Ga Lan Zi Warning".

"Okay! Since everyone is so enthusiastic, how can the Howling Arena, which is fully sponsored by the Howling Guard Company, let you down?

Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious, our beautiful girl will soon face the judgment from the storm!

Let us welcome this race knight with a cheap title but extremely powerful - "Plastic" Sekiyak -!"

Suddenly, cheers broke out in the venue again.

As we all know, characters with relatively ordinary fame are generally very awesome.

For example, Wuming is a professional name that belongs to a big shot in any world.

However, Sekiak had no intention of pretending to be so arrogant at the beginning. The reason why he joined the Knights was that he really wanted to be like his idol.

To this end, he competed in a suit of plastic armor that he made himself.

However, the passion of a young man will always burn out, not to mention in the arena, a stage where more blood is shed than anywhere else, his passion will soon be exhausted.

He discovered that enthusiasm, courage, and integrity, the good qualities in novels that help the protagonists overcome difficulties, cannot be used as dinner for the next day or rent for next month.

As a result, he began to compromise with reality, got married and had children.

Then he became a lackey of the capital he once hated the most.

However, comparatively speaking, the knight who had trouble getting enough food before now has a warm family and can plan his next vacation trip.