Alien Knights

"Have you heard?"

In the corner of "Tomorrow's Tavern", a group of residents of Muxi Town gathered together to discuss a major event that happened far away in the Papal Kingdom.

"Thirty-three students of the Royal Academy were sent to the stake by the Inquisition just a week ago..." A man dressed as a businessman described what he had seen and heard: "They were charged with promoting heresy. On the day of the execution, not only the royal families from several surrounding countries were invited to watch, but the church also specially changed the burning punishment to the burning punishment in order to strengthen the deterrent effect. Those students were roasted for an hour before finally dying..."

"Oh my God! It's so miserable!"

"It's simply horrific..."

Someone said again: "I heard that many of the students who were burned to death this time were descendants of nobles. The secular royal family is in trouble with the church because of this matter?"

The narrator sighed deeply after hearing this: "In the end, the church won the upper hand. Thirty-three students were burned to death at a young age. In the final analysis, it was not because the church was too powerful..."

Before the words fell, someone in the crowd hurriedly reminded: "Pay attention to your words, pay attention to your words! Muxi Town is the territory of the church, and the knights here are also the army of the church, not to mention that the Holy Son is a saint in the official documents of the church."

When Todd was mentioned, everyone fell silent. People here can criticize the church's practices, but absolutely no one will criticize the Son. Everyone understood that in such a chaotic world, Muxi Town, as the land of the Gospel, was able to be established, and whose credit was it.

"A bunch of cowards!"

A gentle but firm voice sounded in the tavern.

The surprised crowd followed the sound and saw a knight in women's uniform sitting at the table in the back, with a delicate and beautiful face full of sadness and resentment. Judging from the empty wine bottles on the table and the flushed face of the knight, she had been drinking alone there for a long time, perhaps drunk.

"It's Mr. Dion from the Arbitration Tribunal..." Someone recognized the knight's identity, lowered his voice and said, "I heard that one of the people burned to death this time was his elder brother, and many of them were his good friends when he was studying."

Hearing such a tragedy, people also took three points of understanding and seven points of sympathy for Dion's rude words. Everyone turned their heads and tried their best not to let themselves pay attention to this beautiful knight, but led the topic to other things.

However, Dion, who had already drunk to 70%, pushed away the bottle in front of him, stood up staggeringly, with drunken eyes on his cheeks like peach blossoms, and said loudly again: "Using tyranny and ruthlessness to cover up my ignorance and fear! The supreme church is just a group of thugs who hide in the dark and only know how to kill the weak!"

Saying such a thing in Muxi Town, no one dared to speak up.

Dion circled all the people in the tavern with his finger, his face was full of disdain: "Look at you, for the sake of wealth and comfort, you dare not speak out publicly, you only hide and whisper, aren't you cowards?"

After hearing this, more and more people couldn't bear it and loudly refuted such views.

Hearing what everyone said, Dion laughed: "Because the land under your feet belongs to the church, and because the supreme Son is authorized by the Pope, you are afraid that resistance will make you lose everything?! Listen, why is the church so confident? It is because of cowards like you, and because of the support of the Son!"

The quarrel in the tavern was getting louder and louder, and people were fighting bravely. If it wasn't for the concern that Dion might be a woman and the arbitrator of Muxi Town, it might have turned into a brawl now.

In the end, Wilder, who used to be the guarding knight of Fort Watch and is now the defense officer of the Muxi Knights, broke through the crowd and stood up: "Knight Dion, please pay attention to your words. If you insist on accusing us of not speaking out for justice because of the church's protection, I have nothing to say. But if you want to blame this account on the head of the head, then I will have to use the sword in my hand to defend the honor of the Knights!"

"Duel?" Dion stood up straight, his petite figure exuded a surprisingly huge aura: "It's just what I want, and conversations that can be clearly explained with a sword are undoubtedly a waste of time!"

The owner of the tavern seemed to be used to such things. The tables and chairs were moved to the corners, the debris was cleaned up, and a huge open space was vacated in the center of the tavern.

"Place your bets! Place your bets!" The duel market was quickly set up, and the empty boxes containing the bets were quickly filled with coins. Although Muxi Town clearly prohibited gambling, it didn't care about betting on duels.

Those with good intentions quickly brought the news of the duel out of the tavern and spread it throughout the small half of Muxi Town. More and more people gathered in the tavern, gradually clogging up the entire commercial street.

After everything was ready, the duel officially started after the iron pan was knocked. Dion chose his fine thorn sword, and Knight Wilder used the standard sword and shield combination.

Twice as many candles as usual were placed in the tavern, and the onlookers uttered shouts that could tear the roof down, and the audience shook their fists, banging on the tables and walls with everything they could find.

Wilder raised his shield, approached Dion in small steps, and watched Dion drop his hands to the ground with a look of indifference. Furious, he took a step forward and slammed the shield at his opponent.

This blow evolved from the battle, without any fancy, it is completely a standard attack stance in combat. To everyone's surprise, the shot missed.

Cavalier Dion has a petite stature and a short height. These disadvantages in battle have been turned into advantages by him.

From beside the shield and under the blade, Dion can always find a gap that suits his body, avoiding every attack of Wilder, and a rapier seals all possible positions, forcing the opponent to move around in a very small circle.

Wilder had fought countless battles with the barbarians in Fort Watch, and experienced many turbulent waves, but tonight's duel was his most embarrassing battle. On the opposite side, the knight who looks more beautiful than ordinary women, whether it is movement or swordsmanship, is simply a model of martial arts textbooks. The most important thing is that he can clearly feel that the opponent has not used his real strength at all, and is treating this duel with a slapstick attitude!

"Damn it! No more fights! No more fights!" Wilder, who lost his confidence after beating more and more, yelled, threw away the sword and shield in his hand, and sat on the ground in despair.

With the volatilization of alcohol and strenuous exercise, there were thin beads of sweat on Dion's forehead. He put away the rapier, looked down at Wilder, raised his chin and said, "I won."

Then he looked around the audience and raised his head: "You men who always talk about force all day long, who else wants to taste the taste of defeat?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the elders were unhappy.

Sergeants, soldiers, foreign fighters, and some people who are quite confident in martial arts stepped forward one after another, demanding to fight Dion to defend the dignity of men.

Looking at the dark crowd in front of him.

Dion picked up the rapier, walked to the door of the tavern with a smile, and stimulated the nerves of these challengers with disdainful eyes and provocative gestures: "It's too troublesome to fight one by one, ten or twenty, let's go together!"

When the onlookers heard Dion's words, they fell silent.

Is this man crazy? ! One person wants to challenge dozens of people? !

Drawing a trail of light with afterimages with the stabbing sword in the air, Dion said again: "Didn't you hear what I said? Pick up your weapons and let me see if you men are just superficial?"

The challengers were completely angry, all kinds of weapons were distributed to everyone, and the battlefield was moved from the tavern to the commercial street.

The cold moonlight, the bustling crowd, hundreds of thousands of people gathered on this commercial street. A swordsman in white women's casual clothes holds a skirt in one hand and a rapier in the other. Facing him stood twenty-nine opponents, armed with spears, swords, and axes.

Dion slowly raised his rapier and pointed it at the sky, his voice was ethereal: "Let's start."

The eyes of the onlookers froze, and a white figure, accompanied by the light of the sword, fought with the challenger under the moonlight.

It's hard to imagine that an 80-centimeter sword can perform so many actions, such as stabbing, picking, chopping, and returning, and each attack falls on the enemy's weak point, such as eyes, throat, and wrist. More and more challengers lose their combat effectiveness and withdraw from the battle.

"Is he a man or a woman?" A resident asked unconsciously, watching the wonderful battle on the street.

Someone answered his question: "Does it matter whether he is a man or a woman? All I know is that his swordsmanship is enough to be called a 'Sword Master'!"

In the blink of an eye, twenty-nine opponents were successively defeated by Dion's sword. The knight in women's clothes was panting heavily, his head was covered with sweat, but his face was full of joy and excitement.

Dieng raised his sword above his head, and a gust of wind blew by, spilling the declaration of victory into the sea of ​​cheering crowd.

Someone sniffed hard, and asked the companion beside him, "Did you smell a very fragrant smell?"

His companion didn't answer this question, but just looked at Dion's elegant and beautiful figure fascinatedly, and muttered to himself: "I think I fell in love with this knight..."

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The next morning, Alfonso was counting supplies and weapons at the headquarters of the Knights. Hearing others discuss yesterday's duel, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where is Wilder? He should be here now and hand over the defense work to me. What about others?"

A subordinate replied: "Master Alfonso, the defense officer has not come to the headquarters to report today, and someone saw him at the door of the arbitration tribunal."

"Arbitral tribunal? If he doesn't come to the headquarters to work, why would he go there?!" Alfonso put down the list in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"My lord! My lord! It's not good! Something happened!"

Alfonso frowned and looked at a soldier, who stumbled over while shouting.

Pointing to the door, the soldier said out of breath, "There are more than two hundred people gathered outside the "Sacred Order Arbitration Tribunal", and it's useless to disperse them!"

Alfonso was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "What's going on?! Is it because the arbitration is unfair?"

The soldier shook his head, wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, held back for a long time and finally said a word.

"Those people seem to be going to court Dion-sama..."