In the room with the map and the sand table, Findel listened to Codo's report.

"Fedok and Zold were killed in battle, the archers lost more than seventy men, the sharpshooter squad lost one person, the target one was not damaged, and the second target was slightly wounded!"

Codona's quaint countenance, without the slightest change, recounted the result in a bland manner.

"My niece is really lucky!"

Findel sighed, and then, his gaze turned to the record in hand, his long black and red hair twisting as his neck twisted, as if stirring coagulated blood.

This record, three pages long, is densely written, and it describes a man: Dean!

Findel picked up the record and flipped through it.

This is not the first time he has read it, but his expression is still focused and serious.

Even, it can be said that I looked at it word by word.

"Dean. Willing. Zelgaon, with the talent of giants, has mastered a variety of secret techniques and secret legends including [Dragon Swordsmanship] [Frost Swordsmanship] [Mountain Spirit Power], etc., and has a great sense of knightly honor, but he is ruthless in the face of enemies, and has five territories in the north of Jade, including Horn Town, Horseshoe Town, Shield Town, Mask Armor Town, and Zelgang Territory, while in the south of Jade, although there is no territory, it has the support of the frost nobles, has a considerable number of fleets, and his fiancée is the young daughter of the Jadeite Military Vice-Minister......"

Flipping through the records, Findel's mind kept sketching Dean's 'image'.

But, instinctively, Findel felt that an important piece of the puzzle was missing—even though he had seen Dean in person. The puzzle piece was also not found.

"What are you hiding?"

Findel muttered to himself.

A few minutes later. Findel put an end to speculation. looked at the help he relied on the most.

"Bury those who died in battle, the families of Fedok and Drow, and help them accordingly!"

Findel commanded, and then, Findel paused, and then continued: "Put Dean. . . Willing. The news of Zelgaon's participation in the sword fighting competition of the founding commemorative celebration was transmitted to the counties, and it was explained in detail. Dean. Willing. As for the strength of Zelgaon, I lower the qualification for participation in the sword fighting competition! ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The old man left the room with a bow.

A moment later, eleven messages, through Guò Transmission Crystal, spread the news to the eleven counties of Gaosai.

Then, teams of carrier pigeons and falcons flew out of the secret strongholds in the eleven counties. The news was sent to various parts of the county.

……

In a chaotic, filthy tavern, a large group of mercenaries are scuffling.

That large number of people. Flooded the entire tavern, everyone was drunk and hazy, punching and kicking.

They have long forgotten what they did in the first place.

Now, all they want to do is take down the winner in front of them and be the last victor.

And the owner of the tavern did not panic at all, he was shirtless, showing strong rock-like muscles, even if he was ordinary, but still full of a sense of strength.

"Hit him! Hit him! ”

"Kick him in the crotch!"

"Finger gouging out his eyes!"

The man holding the barrel of wine was drinking while instructing the mercenaries present on various orders. Flow's moves, from time to time burst into a burst of laughter.

Undoubtedly, he was the happiest.

"Boss Oylo, Boss Oylo!"

The shouting from outside the tavern door made the man with the barrel frown, and although he tried to pretend not to hear it, he finally turned over and jumped over the bar and walked towards the outside of the tavern.

Those mercenaries who were fighting had already fallen into a frenzy, and they didn't pay attention to the surrounding qiē at all, and when a figure appeared in front of them, they naturally subconsciously swung a punch away.

However, only halfway through these fists, they were twisted by an invisible force.

They all knocked down elsewhere, or simply hit themselves.

So, when Oylo walked along, an 'empty' walkway appeared.

It's just that the next moment, it was occupied by those mercenaries again, and it became a gladiatorial arena - the people underground had already laid down enough, so they didn't care who did it, as long as it wasn't themselves who were lying down.

Outside the door, a thin man was excitedly talking-

"The sword fighting competition of the anniversary of the founding of the capital of the king of Oylo! Here's your chance! ”

The thin man yelled repeatedly.

"I'm not a nobleman, and I don't know how to do swordsmanship!"

The man holding the barrel raised his eyebrows.

"Anyone can participate - anyone really can! Boss Oylo, with your strength, you will definitely be able to win the championship, as long as you win the championship, we will be developed! ”

The thin man rubbed his palms excitedly, as if he had seen the appearance of the man in front of him winning the championship.

"I ...... Consider considering! ”

Oylo frowned and said.

Then, without giving the thin man in front of him a chance to answer again, he went straight back to the tavern, and closed the door with force.

……

On a wild path, a teenager was running rapidly, his forehead was already covered with sweat, but when he thought of the news just now, he was really excited and couldn't help himself.

A sword fighting contest at the founding of the People's Republic of China commemorative celebration!

The commemorative festival contest that can truly be participated by anyone!

Opportunity! Here's your chance!

The boy's heart burned more and more, and his speed became faster and faster, and when he passed through a bush again, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Under the sound of rushing water, a hundred-foot-high waterfall hit the pool hard.

The impact was like an army of horses, and anyone who entered it would be shattered.

But under such an impact, a middle-aged man was wielding his long sword under the waterfall, the black, smooth stone, ordinary people couldn't even stand on their feet, plus the impact of the waterfall, it was even more difficult.

But the man in front of him was waving the long sword in his hand as if he were walking on the ground.

"Teacher, teacher!"

The boy looked at the middle-aged man and shouted loudly.

However, the middle-aged man turned a deaf ear.

"A sword fighting contest at the founding commemorative celebration! A kendo contest that anyone can participate in the founding of the nation! ”

The young man, who was familiar with the teacher's temper, spoke directly.

And the middle-aged man who was dancing the sword under the waterfall still didn't have the slightest intention of stopping. The long sword in his hand is getting faster and faster. Sword shadows. With the brilliant sword, the waterfall that originally rushed down had been completely blocked out at this time, and not a single drop fell on his body.

Airplanes!

In the violent tremor of the sudden shock, countless sword shadows merged into one and rose straight into the sky.

The waterfall is split in two.

The boy watched this scene, even if it wasn't the first time he had seen it. But he was still dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man's figure flashed beside the young man, his long sword was unsheathed, and he strode forward.

"Teacher, where are you going?"

The boy shouted behind him.

"Wangdu!"

The middle-aged man said without looking back.

The boy was stunned, and then, rushing forward, shouted loudly: "Champion, we are definitely champions!" ”

……

Inside a cold, damp dungeon.

The two jailers chatted—

"You know what? Anyone can participate in the sword fighting competition at the founding of the nation's founding! ”

"Well, it seems to be because of a strong Emerald man who participated in the competition. Those aristocratic children were not sure, which lowered the threshold of the game! ”

"Those fat pig-like guys. It's going to play tricks like that! ”

"But what do we do?"

The two jailers smiled at each other, and then one of them stood up, picked up his whip, and walked towards the prison.

"Whipping that guy again?"

Another jailer asked casually.

"Why else? Although I hate those fat pig-like guys, I don't dare not listen to their orders, otherwise, I will end up like that guy! ”

The jailer with the whip shrugged his shoulders.

"That guy is really a madman, for the sake of a woman, how dare he stand up to those nobles...... Belch! ”

The jailer's words stopped in amazement, and he looked down at his chest, a blood-stained palm bursting through his chest.

"You, you!"

The jailer with the whip noticed that something was wrong, turned around and saw the object who should have been whipped by him, appeared in front of him, and he subconsciously raised the whip.

However, the huge palm slammed into his skull.

Syllable!

A hard skull, and then cracked.

The tall, muscular, scarred, beastly man ignored his blood-stained palm, he just whispered, "Founding Commemorative Celebration Sword Fighting Competition...... Anyone can participate in ......"

Then, the man raised his head and let out a beastly roar.

The whole body was prostrate on the ground, and then, suddenly, jumped upward.

Bang!

Bang!

The hard dungeon was knocked straight out of a hole, and in the countless waste of masonry, the beastly man vanished.

……

Dean sat in his chair, a piece of boiled horned lamb in his hand and a gentle stroke of the hound's head with the other.

The hound enjoyed the petting of his master, as well as the food in front of him, and hummed from time to time, looking very satisfied.

This hound was 'given' to him by the eldest son of the Delai family.

At the time of the attack, Dean thought the hound was definitely finished.

However, what I didn't expect was that when the city guards appeared and cleaned the battlefield, the hound ran out from the side again, and was not injured at all.

In this regard, Dean sighed at the other party's luck.

Eventually, the choice was made to bring the Hound back to the Zelgaon family's fleet.

And, the name is Kelu.

"I—I want to touch it, touch it!"

Miviel crouched beside the hound and cautiously stretched out her hand, but as Kerry twisted her head and bared her teeth, she instantly retracted it.

After a few consecutive moments, Miviel turned her gaze to Dean.

"You shouldn't ask me, you need to ask Kerr!"

Dean said this, but handed the horned lamb in his hand to Miviel, and then, standing up, walked out.

In the cabin, Tom was standing.

"The teacher has arrived!"

Tom bowed respectfully to Dean.

PS Second Update~

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