Chapter 4 My Dinar
"How lonely it is to be invincible..."
Seeing that everything was going well, Li Ang went downstairs humming a song. The semi-finals were about to begin.
The semi-finals will be a foot fight with two-handed swords.
On the one hand, this can increase the viewing experience, on the other hand - perhaps the fat boss took into account Forcher's poor riding skills and strength, which were obviously not suitable for a lance duel.
Just like Li Ang said, what if he fell off his horse?
But what was unexpected was that in this semi-final, which everyone thought would not have any surprises, something unexpected happened.
Focher initially acted very bravely, charging forward with a two-handed sword and slashing wildly, while Leon initially cooperated by blocking left and right, pretending to be defeated.
But unfortunately, in the previous game, the horse that was stabbed by Li Ang dug a hole before falling to the ground, causing Forcher to miss a step and fall to the ground...
What was even more unfortunate was that Forcher was making a full-strength swing when he missed his step - as a result, not only Le Ang, but even the spectators who were closer to the sidelines heard a crisp "crack".
Then, Forcher dropped his sword, hugged his feet and cried in pain...
Now it was useless for Li Ang to fight fake or lose realistically, because the only weapon in this match was the two-handed sword.
And in any battle or competition, throwing down all weapons has only one meaning - it means admitting defeat.
The entire audience, including the Duke and the fat boss in the box, and Leon himself, stood still, staring at this bizarre scene in amazement.
It was not until the servants came in and carried away Forcher, who was unable to stand up, that the fat boss announced with a sad face that Li Ang had advanced.
"My dinar..."
Leon didn't feel the joy of a winner at all, and a whine came out of his throat that would tremble even the devil. He felt as if countless small coins had grown wings and flew away from him, along with Alice, into the distance.
"Well, this is not your fault... Who knew something like this would happen ..." The fat boss was also very frustrated. As the organizer, he would obviously lose countless small amounts of money, and also have to endure the wrath of Duke Alma.
Fortunately, Duke Alma is the Duke of the Sarleon Kingdom, so he doesn't have to decide the life or death of a Firdsvain merchant like him.
"If I win the championship, can I return the Pioneer Baron certificate to the Duke of Alma?" Leon was thinking about how to avoid angering a powerful grand duke.
The fat boss shook his head. "This is a reward issued by the House of Nobles on behalf of the king. How can it be given to anyone casually? Besides, Foucher's leg is sprained. It's meaningless for a cripple to get a pioneer certificate. Duke Alma has already left."
Li Ang shook his head and looked at the fat boss: "Forget it, place a bet on me to win the championship... place as much as you can!"
The fat boss stared at Leon. "The opponent in the final is Lord Lehman of the Sarleon Kingdom, a famous Wild Lion Knight in the whole continent! Now that he has lost his agreement with Master Forcher, Lord Lehman will definitely go all out... and..."
"And what?"
The fat boss sighed heavily. "Duke Alma requested that the final be changed to an armored duel, and that you use your own equipment to fight. Your skills are beyond reproach, but the Wild Lion Knight's equipment is much better than yours... This is not a competition, but a battle. You might be killed."
Li Ang gritted his teeth and thought about the small amount of money he had lost. If he failed to win this game, all the bets he had made before - all his savings would be gone.
Moreover, according to the habits of these nobles, as long as they fail to achieve their goals, they will be considered sinners.
Judging from the bad temper of the illegitimate young master, he was most likely the one being taken out on me.
The Duke of Alma himself will most likely not show up in person, but those bootlickers who intend to curry favor with the Duke will definitely find ways to kill him!
The Duke of Alma requested a duel in full armor, which was intended to cost him his life...
So now we can only win the championship!
Get the Pioneer Baron Certificate, and before the danger comes, run to Sarleon City to complete the registration and obtain the status of Pioneer Lord.
The identity of a reserve baron can ward off overt dangers. Nobles will not kill each other openly, but will only do it secretly.
As for what’s happening in the dark… let’s talk about it later - although there may not be a way out when you reach the mountain, at least you can get through what’s in front of you first.
"Do you really want to bet on yourself to win?" The fat boss felt that he had to re-examine this young man again.
Li Ang nodded: "I can still take out 500 dinars. My odds should be very high this time, right?"
The fat boss nodded: "50-to-1, few people are optimistic about you... Li Ang, whether you win or lose, you have to leave here, be careful on your way."
Li Ang took a deep look at the fat boss, then walked up to him and hugged his round belly. "Thank you for taking care of me for the past six months, Andrew. In return, I should help you solve some problems... If I win, all the money will be yours. Just give me the team of Mettenheim prisoners and Alice, and I'll consider it as buying them."
"...Those guys are real Mettenheim swordsmen! They are worth much more than this money!"
The fat boss was obviously unhappy.
"But you can't control those Mettenheim people, right? Rather than letting them sit idle and waste food, you might as well sell them to me."
The group of swordsmen from Mettenheim were very strong. A dozen of their fellow villagers gathered together and formed a group. Boss Andrew had no way to deal with them - these guys were attacked by pirates at sea and captured after falling into the sea. They were not afraid of death and refused to do anything after being sold to the arena.
As a result, Boss Andrew could only watch these strong men lying around all day long, and if they were not given food or water, they would cause trouble - the arena could not handle these guys in a short time, and a lot of manpower had been lost for this.
"Okay... I hope you can win."
Andrew thought about it, hesitated for a while, and finally agreed.
…
The horn for the finals sounded, and Leon put on his chainmail helmet again.
He was wearing a fairly good set of light chain mail, which he had obtained in exchange for a profitable defeat a month ago.
In his left hand he held an old knight's sword - it was a relic of the original owner's father, and the emblem on the hilt had been worn away.
But he was not holding a shield, and in his right hand was an ordinary-style elongated lance.
The mount is a common black travel horse.
His opponent, Sir Rayman, was covered in shiny silver plate armor. The full set of equipment of the Lion Knights was far beyond what an ordinary warrior could match. There was a long red tassel on his helmet, indicating that he was a knight who had never been defeated.
The mad lion steel shield and heavy lance in his hands are very intimidating, and there is a giant silver-plated broadsword on his back. Just looking at his appearance, you can feel the murderous aura.
The horse was also wearing heavy armor that covered its entire body. The mad lion emblems on the horse armor and the coat were frightening and terrifying.
The gap in equipment is too huge, and it looks like a one-sided competition no matter how you look at it.
But Li Ang didn't think he had no chance of winning.
Because - under the lance, all beings are equal!
