"Duh... Toot Toot Toot Too Toot Toot ......"

Due to the delay of the Celts, the trumpeters on the viewing platform blew the trumpet to remind the knights on both sides to hurry up and prepare.

Celt heard the trumpeter's horn, immediately straightened his armor, and then came to the intended position.

At this time, after confirming that both sides were in a state of combat readiness, the flag officer raised the command flag high.

After silently saying dozens of numbers in his heart, the flag officer slammed down the command flag, and the third round of the duel began.

As the flag fell, Mordrake and Celtic rushed towards each other together.

The sound of horses' hooves and the thunderous cheers thundered, and the two knights rushed towards each other with sarcasm and lightning.

However, just as the two of them made a mistake, suddenly, a spear hit the iron helmet of one side, and between the sawdust splashes, blood splattered, and only listened to "Ah! ~", one of the parties was shot down from the horse.

Seeing this bloody scene, everyone on the viewing platform was stunned.

Everyone didn't expect an accident, and this accident seemed to have some kind of inevitability.

"Ahh ~”

"God forbid, I hope he's okay!"

"It's bloody, it's scary!"

The crowd in the stands exploded, all talking about this incredible scene.

And Crea on the viewing platform was also stunned, she never dreamed that things would turn out like this?

Beside Crea, the couple were smiling and seemed to be happy with the result.

It turned out that when Mordrac and Celtic made a mistake just now, Mordrake shot significantly faster by half a second, and the spear just stabbed Celtic's iron helmet eye shield, and the broken wood chips pierced through the gap in the eye shield, piercing Celtic's face, causing Celt to fall off his horse.

Modlec threw away half of his wooden spear, rode to Celtic's side, and jumped off his horse.

At this time, a servant had already checked Celtic's injury, but fortunately he was lucky, the sawdust only pierced his face, not his eye, but only cut the blood vessels, so he bled a lot.

Now the servant had helped him stop the blood, but Celtic's consciousness was still a little blurry.

"I'm sorry Celtic." Mordrake, out of aristocratic courtesy, apologized to Celtic.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, you've passed." When Celtic was confused, he congratulated Modrayk.

"Thank you, and may you recover soon." Modrec also sent his heartfelt wishes.

The coming-of-age ceremony finally ended successfully in the praise of Modrey, and Mordrak was recognized by everyone, and at the same time, he became a nobleman who could take charge of himself.

"Mordrac, my glorious son, I'm proud of you." I'm afraid that Reken gave Mordrak a big hug, and now is his happiest day, even happier than when he had a coming-of-age ceremony.

"Thank you, Father." Modrek thanked.

"Well, which territory do you prefer? Wherever it is, I will buy it for you as your fief. "I'm afraid that Reken is very generous.

"Father, will you buy me any territory I like?" Mordrake asked, looking at Fear Rayken.

"Of course." I'm afraid that Reken said with great certainty.

"Then I want the Elven Forest, is that okay?" As soon as Mordrake said this, the smile on Fear's face immediately froze.

"What are you? Do you want the Elven Forest? "I'm afraid that Reken will look at Mordrak in surprise, this is almost a crazy decision, it is as absurd as the earthlings want a piece of territory on the moon.

"Didn't you say yes? Territory anywhere? Modrek asked, looking at Fearless Rayken.

"Except for that territory, child, you know, the Elven Forest does not belong to us humans, no human nobles can control it, and what I promise you is within my control." I'm afraid of Reken Dao.

"Okay, then I'll want Romantytown." Mordrake said to Fear Rayken.

"Romantytown? It's one of the poorest towns in Lacacia, and you can change it to a larger territory. I am afraid that Reken kindly reminded that after all, this is a rare opportunity to be canonized, and if this good opportunity is missed, it will only be after Modrec has made great achievements on the battlefield.

"It's Romanty." Modrec affirmed.

"Okay, then Romanty." Afraid that Reken would see Mordrak so insistent, he had to agree.

The canonization ceremony took place at the time, and in the presence of all the nobles, Leken conferred the title of Lord of Mordre Romanticis, and Romantis became the exclusive domain of Mordre.

In the crowd of congratulations to Mordrey, Cleja's face was not good-looking, although Mordrake was alive, she still had a chance, but this obviously disrupted her calculations.

In the evening, Claire came to Celtic's mansion, inspected Celtic's injuries, and pretended to comfort Celtic's wife, Lady Saria.

"Auntie, don't be too upset, Celtic just suffered a skin wound and will get better soon." Kraya comforted Sariya.

"Our family is counting on Celtic, what are we going to do if he comes out with three long and two short?" And Sariyah wept bitterly.

"It's okay aunt, Celtic will be fine, not to mention, there is also our Brooke family, even if my uncle really encounters an accident, our Brooke family will accept you and a few of my cousins." Kraya comforted Sariya.

"Creyja, my dear niece, thank you for your kindness." Sariyah said gratefully.

"Auntie, I want to be alone with my uncle for a while, okay?" Crea asked Shariah.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Shariah took the people and departed.

After Chrea smiled and sent everyone away, she returned to the room, but the smile on her face instantly stiffened when she saw Celt's haggard face.

"Whew! ~" sounded.

With a sharp pain from a laceration, Celtic let out a cry of pain and sat up sharply.

"Slut! ~What do you want to do? Celt yelled angrily.

"Are you an idiot for me? I've been serving you for so long, and you can't even settle this matter? Claire asked, glaring at Kyle.

"Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and Modrek is lucky, what can I do?" Celtic covered his face and said in an unhappy mood.

"Every time I'm in bed, I'm so powerful, and when I get to the dueling arena, I become a soft-footed cat? You bastard, coward! ~" Claire scolded unceremoniously, stomped Celtic's crotch, and then left in a huff.

"Ahh ~ You idiot, slut, stinking bitch smash! ~" Celtic's scolding rushed up. Read the latest chapter of "Transforming into an Elf Beautiful Girl Claw Book House" for free for the first time.