Chapter 59: The Struggle for Quotas (Part 2)

  Having the strength of a knight before receiving a "Knight's Baptism" is no legend.

  In fact, in some great nobles and royal families of various countries, such people are everywhere, the most famous one is that Xiti Wang, who had the strength of a knight at the age of six and also awakened a certain extremely high talent on his own, without undergoing 'Knight Baptism'.

  But that is King Xerxes!

  A genius born within the royal family!

  And what about Tielu?

  It's just a small town on the outskirts of the Jade Kingdom, let alone six-year-olds who have awakened on their own, even twenty-year-olds who have awakened on their own are non-existent.

  Even if it's not just Thiel, even if you put the whole Woburn County together, there isn't such a genius.

  But putting aside his self-awareness, simply having the strength of a knight is not something that ordinary people can achieve. At least, there was no such genius in Tiel's territory.

  In Wabon County, there has been only one in nearly five years.

  Moreover, he wasn't a true native of Wobang County but from the Jade Capital instead; so to speak seriously, it had been ten years since someone with knightly power emerged in Wobang County without undergoing 'Knight's Baptism'.

  So, in response to Dean's words, not only were the guests full of suspicion, but also the baron, the baron's advisor and the captain of the guard expressed their doubts.

  Of course, there are also people who are gloating over others' misfortunes.

  "Dean Ken, are you kidding me?"

  Weipolt and Thiel, this clown-like figure, burst out laughing without hesitation at this time; while another Schadenfreude Karl Thiel was even more concise.

  "Am I fortunate enough to be able to cross hands with a genius like you?"

  Karl Tillbery said with a smile that was not a smile - though it was phrased as a question, the young man's right hand had already closed around the hilt of his sword.

  There is no doubt that this young man has already made up his mind.

  Whether it was for the young lady of the baron's house or to qualify for a 'Knight Baptism', he had to do so.

  The former had already been considered a forbidden zone, and the latter had originally given up - facing Mold, he didn't have the confidence to win against his opponent.

  Fortunately, however, he died just like that.

  Carl Till felt a sense of joy in his heart because he knew that his chance had come.

  After all, in the entire territory of Tiel, except for the deceased Mord, Karl Tiel considered himself to be the most qualified person to receive this 'Knight's Baptism'.

  So, when the baron announced that foreigner as the captain of the knights earlier, he didn't object, and even in the face of that foreigner's and the baron's daughter's teasing, he endured it; after all, once he accepted the 'knight's baptism' and became a true knight, these were things that could be regained.

  As for failure?

  It's clear that this young man didn't think it through.

  Or, to put it another way, some consideration is given, but not complete; after all, even if the "Knight's Baptism" fails, he can still obtain quite powerful strength - just look at that old boss of the "Snow Bear House", that stunning force, isn't it the best proof? Even with one less arm, it's enough to make anyone dare not underestimate him.

  So, facing the baron who wanted to confer a "knight's baptism", this young man opposed him without regard for etiquette or status.

  Because in his view, this is just handing over one's own 'future' to others.

  Originally, Karl Teir had already prepared himself for the scolding, but what he didn't expect was that the outsider would take the initiative to 'stand' out.

  "You already possess the strength of a knight without having undergone baptism? Hmph!"

  A cold snort from the bottom of his heart was enough to show this young man's attitude towards Dean's words.

  It's not suspicion, it's just plain disbelief.

  What's the reason for not believing?

  It's very simple: if he can't even do it himself, how can others possibly do it?

  Undoubtedly, the narrow scope of Thiel's range, after countless mediocre attempts, made this young man become arrogant!

  "Want to try? Of course, but my right hand..."

  Ignoring the clown-like Weipor, Dean nodded towards Karl Till on the opposite side and hinted at his right hand - although it was covered by formal attire, anyone with a discerning eye could see the unusual swelling.

  Obviously, under the evening dress is layer upon layer of gauze.

  "Do you need to change the time?"

  Carl's face wore an air of "I told you so" and his increasingly straight posture made him look like the victor.

  Other guests also think so, after all, with a injured right hand, how can he compete?

  Of course, in his heart, he lowered his evaluation of this outsider by one point - even if it wasn't a defeat, but this situation was not much different. Even if there were reasons for the matter, the result was still the same for those present.

  Even the baron, the baron's advisor and that captain of the guard couldn't help but frown - of course, they were more resentful towards Dean, if he was injured, why did he still stand out?

  The young lady of the baron's house nearby was also like this——

  "Men are always so stubborn..."

  Just thinking about Dean's previous behavior made the young lady of the Baron's house sigh secretly in her heart.

  However, the young lady of the baron's house did not notice that she was not as disdainful as usual, but rather a sense of regret.

  "Change hands? No, no, I'm fine with just using my left hand!"

  Dein waved his hand and picked up the long sword hanging from his waist with his left hand, of course, without drawing it out.

  "You, you... are very good, I hope that after a while, you won't need to find excuses for your own losses!"

  Carl Thiel's eyes widened, his chest began to heave rapidly, and a surge of anger was clearly brewing inside him; however, unlike ordinary people, this young man with no small ambition undoubtedly knew what he should do; so, he quickly calmed down and stood not far from Dean.

  As the host and the most dignified person in the scene, Baron Teir naturally became the judge of this duel.

  "Are you all ready?"

  The Baron of Tyl looked at both sides, his eyes deliberately staying on Dean's face for a moment. Seeing the young man's relaxed expression, the baron finally reluctantly pulled out a gold Pulton and placed it on his fingertips, flicking it high into the air.

  Things have come to this point, and it's obviously no longer something he can stop.

  Duel is sacred.

  With mutual consent, no one can stop it - of course some catgut still exists, but now this is absolutely not counted.

  Ding!

  Dong Dong!

  Kimpton was bounced high and then landed crisply on the ground.

  And then, in the wake of that crisp sound, Karl Tir suddenly charged forward with his long sword in hand——

  Karl Tir's entire body leaned forward, the long sword in his hand pointing straight ahead, and although he was only moving on his legs, it gave people a sense of riding a horse.

  Undoubtedly as one of the top young people in Tiel's territory, Karl Tiel's swordsmanship is still quite good.

  Of course, it's quite good, just referring to within the territory of Tiel.

  Once I leave Tirol, in the whole Vorarlberg... Hehe.

  What about in Dean's eyes?

  The other side has at least more than five weaknesses.

  Perhaps, in normal times, the opponent's flaws should only have two - after all, it is a knight's battlefield swordsmanship, although it has been changed to infantry warfare, it is still sharp, but the flaws are unavoidable.

  However, it is clear that the other side is eager to make a quick hit, making its own weaknesses more uncontrollable.

  And Dean, apparently wouldn't let such an opening go to waste—

  Ding!

  Dien, with the scabbard of his long sword, struck first and hit the opponent's long sword that was about to be thrust out. In an instant, Karl Til's entire body became unstable, as if he had been struck by a poisonous snake that was flipping over and dying. Although Karl Til was not in such a desperate situation, his center of gravity shifted downward, and his situation did not improve much, especially when Dien sidestepped and stretched out his small leg to block the opponent's advancing step.

  Plop!

  Karl Til threw himself straight forward, not only falling to the ground but also dropping his long sword.

  In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire hall was frozen, but the next moment, a burst of applause erupted - of course, not from those guests.

  "Great job, Captain!"

  "Squad leader, awesome!"

  The members of the Knights of Fechal all cheered for their commander.

  In fact, they had been expecting this moment for a long time - whether it was the contemptuous glances of those guests after entering the baron's mansion, or the subsequent slanders against them, which made these young people burn with anger. If they hadn't seen their team leaders and captains not saying anything, I'm afraid these hot-blooded young people would have done something excessive.

  Of course, at most it's just a slap in someone else's face.

  However, compared to hitting others' nasal bones themselves, the team leader's move of making their opponent fall flat on their face in a real duel is undoubtedly more relieving.

  Then came the long-suppressed applause.

  But amidst such applause, Karl Tir's face was a deep crimson - anger and shame began to consume his sanity.

  Posture is collapsing, seeking support~~~ Rolling on the ground, seeking support~~~