Chapter 1 Need to pay extra
The city is shrouded in fog.
As the largest trading city on the west coast of Pendor and the capital of the Fierdsvain Alliance, Fog City is undoubtedly a vibrant city.
The 'vibrant social gangs' on the streets are sufficient proof of this.
The streets were bustling with people, the artisans were doing a brisk business, and the 'craftsmen' roaming the streets were also doing a good business cutting wallets... The sounds of hawking and scolding were endless.
The arena in the city center was bustling with people. Perhaps this was the busiest period in the fifty years since the founding of Fog City.
Because the Kingdom of Sarleon sent a delegation of nobles to Mist City to sign an alliance .
For Vidis, the leader of the Fierdsvain Alliance, an alliance with the Kingdom of Sarleon means that his right to rule is recognized by the upper class of the continent of Pendor.
This also means that the leader of the alliance will be named "King Vidis" from now on, and the Firdsvain, a trade alliance built by pirates and stowaways, will also become a kingdom.
Therefore, in order to celebrate the important "historical event" of the alliance between the two countries, Chief Vidis and the Kingdom of Sarleon jointly held a grand athletic event in the Mist City.
Moreover, the law and order were rarely restored - the members of the 'Red Brotherhood' who used to be seen everywhere on the streets, selling all kinds of strange drugs and slaves, were all expelled from the city.
Leon stood in the lounge in the corner of the top floor of the arena, looking down at the bustling crowd in the city and the convoy of diplomatic convoys that filled an entire street. He let out a long breath and took off the chain mail helmet on his head.
This was the first time in several months that he had taken off the protective gear covering his face in public.
Because it will be his turn soon.
This is a competition of unprecedented scale. Participants can only wear designated protective gear and weapons and are not allowed to use their own equipment.
For the joint event between the two countries, the Kingdom of Sarleon even took out the Pioneer Baron Certificate, which had not been issued for a long time, as a reward for the champion.
Becoming a pioneer lord may be the only way to achieve class advancement in this era of aristocratic rule... but usually those who can become pioneer lords are the descendants of aristocrats.
Ordinary people cannot afford the cost and risk of expanding territory.
Of course, those who can participate in such competitions are usually not ordinary people.
Li Ang is also a special guy.
He has been in the arena for half a year and has even become the arena's resident swordsman, always wearing a visor.
This was mainly to avoid the eyes and ears of the Red Brotherhood.
This large-scale black organization that is rampant throughout Pendor is sparing no effort to send assassins to hunt him down. In other words, it is hunting down the original owner of this body - Leon Griffin.
And the secondary reason...he wants to make money.
"Mr. Li Ang, this is different from the usual small fights. This time it's a good business..."
Behind him, a fat man with a big belly weighing at least 300 pounds looked at Li Ang with a big smile on his face. This was the owner of the central arena in Wulong City and the organizer of this event.
Li Ang looked around and found that they were the only two people in this secret room.
"Is this a business that will make me lose or win?" Li Ang was no longer surprised by this kind of 'business'. He had done this kind of business many times in the past six months. Even the face-covering helmet came from such a transaction.
"See the man in red protective gear over there? He's Master Foucher, the Duke of Alma's...illegitimate son."
The boss pointed to the arena below.
On the sidelines, a fair-skinned blond nobleman was putting on protective gear with the help of several servants. Perhaps his neck was hurt by the standard leather coat, so the nobleman kicked a servant in the face, causing the servant to fall.
An illegitimate child has no right of inheritance, and naturally cannot have a title or territory. But this illegitimate child is probably very much loved by the Duke, so the Duke used this method to make it possible for him to obtain the Pioneer Baron Certificate.
For the greatest lord of the Kingdom of Sarleon, it was not difficult to establish a pioneer barony in the wild areas and let this illegitimate son become a pioneer lord with legal fiefdom and title.
On the contrary, it is not easy to obtain a pioneering certificate. As the borders have been invaded by the Bacchus Empire for many years, many nobles have lost their fiefdoms. With more wolves than meat, the Kingdom of Fierce Lions has not issued a new certificate for several years.
"So, you want me to help that young man win the championship of this competition? No wonder we fought in formation in the first few games..."
Li Ang curled his lips. This kind of formation battle is to divide the contestants into several groups for a mixed battle. The last group can all advance. It is the best way for experts to help their "friends" achieve good results...
"It's easier to talk to smart people... Yes, Duke Alma is willing to pay a thousand dinars for this, as long as you can lead Master Forcher to the finals - the greatswordsman he hired before was injured in the last game, and I have to change his team members, otherwise it will be too fake..."
The boss's greasy face was smiling like a flower, and he dragged a red wooden box from behind him like a magic trick.
The box made a dull friction sound when placed on the wooden floor, and it was obvious that it was quite heavy.
The boss opened the wooden box, revealing a pile of gold coins inside.
Gold coins are the only good thing in the world that everyone can truly love. Its charm surpasses everything.
Li Ang reached out and grabbed a handful, looking at the bright yellow gold, feeling the heavy touch, with an intoxicated light in his eyes, as if he was holding in his hands the heart of a peerless beauty.
There are a thousand such beauties, and it is really irresistible.
"Then it's settled. As long as Master Forcher can make it to the finals, you can take home this huge sum of money."
The fat boss was obviously a qualified businessman. He seemed to see his own appearance when he was young from Li Ang's eyes and expression...
This guy will probably build an arena in the future...
"Oh... forget it!" Li Ang looked at the gold coins in his hand reluctantly, then let them slip through his fingers, falling back into the box one by one with a crisp sound.
"Why? This is one thousand..." The boss was shocked.
He couldn't understand, if he could be a few years younger... Well, if he could have the skills like Leon, he would definitely go into battle himself.
One thousand dinars is a considerable fortune .
Moreover, the illegitimate young master's opponent in the finals most likely took the same business.
Li Ang looked up at the fat boss and pointed at the red-bottomed golden lion flag hanging on the wall of the arena: "The champion prize of this competition is the Pioneer Baron Certificate!"
"That means I can raise the knight's flag left by my father as a knight, and re-establish the knight's emblem that carries countless glory and honor on the continent of Pendor! This will be my best chance to enter the aristocratic class! Do you understand?"
The boss's forehead was slightly sweaty. He knew that under the same equipment conditions, the young man in front of him could indeed win the championship. Every game in the past six months has proved this.
But then, the fat boss heard a sonorous and powerful sound that amazed him...
“It costs more!”
The boss wiped the sweat from his fat face and said, "One thousand five hundred dinars, no more..."
"Eighteen thousand! The Duke gave you at least two thousand dinars, right?"
Li Ang's words made the fat boss break down.
"Okay, deal...Mr. Li Ang, you are really..."
The fat boss didn't know what to say. He now felt that this kid would be able to build chain arenas in many cities in the future.
Li Ang turned his head to look at the fat boss and pointed at Forcher, who was jumping around in protective gear on the sidelines. "But this guy is really weak. He might fall off his horse without anyone touching him... Are you sure that this guy's victory won't be doubted?"
The boss wiped the sweat off his bald head again and said, "Young Master of the Duke's Family, even if others are suspicious, so what... But you, don't be careless, your opponent is not weak. You have to bring Young Master Forcher into the finals, so that our deal can be completed."
But the fat boss didn’t know that in front of Li Ang, there was a interface that no one else could see.
It displays some data that the Pende people would not understand even if they saw it.
Iron Bones: 7
Power Attack: 7
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One-handed weapons: 502
Two-handed weapons: 501
Polearms: 503
Bow: 335
Crossbow: 67
Throw: 53
