The aristocratic young ladies stood by the playground and watched for a few minutes, and immediately became interested in this sport.

"What is this called?" a nobleman asked.

A technical school student next to him replied: "This is called football. It was invented by Godfather."

The noble master said: "I watched for a while and found that this game can only be kicked with feet?"

"Yes!" the technical school student replied. "You can touch the ball with your feet, head, and body, but you can't use your hands, magic, combat skills, etc., to get the ball into the opponent's goal. Get one point."

"It seems to be fun!" The aristocratic young masters are having fun. When they encounter something fun with this thing, of course they want to blend in: "Can we join?"

The technical school students laughed and said: "They are about to finish this game, and they have to go to class after the kick. The playground will be free and you can play. But there must be a team of eleven people, do you have so many people? ?"

"Of course!" A few good noble young masters immediately began to prepare the team. After a while, the two teams of 22 people completed the preparations. A few smart young masters could see at a glance that this is a game to fight for physical fitness. Several strong guards were mixed in his team, ready to hug the thighs of the guards.

However, the opponent was not stupid, and immediately picked out the guards: "Hey, this is a game between our nobles, you mix a few guards in, don't lower your identity."

The noble ladies frowned disgustedly: "Smelly boys, what's so fun about this kind of game of crawling and beating on the muddy ground."

"Cut, you women know what a fart, this game is much more fun than fencing and horse riding."

"Yes, you guys are obediently watching."

"Hey, I said that there is a person on your side who is obviously a supermodel. Isn't it because of the guards coming in again?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can see his face clearly, this physique supermodel is Conte!"

"Fak, is it Conte?" The students suddenly discovered that Conte is just a golden thigh in this game.

Conte chuckled: "Playing magic, I am a younger brother, but playing football, you are all younger brothers."

Everyone: "..."

Speaking of this, the class bell rang, and the two teams on the playground swept the ground and ran into the teaching building. The students onlookers were also scattered and the playground was vacated. A noble master bought the football with money. Haha authentically: "Come on, start playing, we don't have rules, anyway, just get the ball into the opposite goal, right?"

"Don't use your hands, don't use magic or combat skills, as long as this is basically respected, there are no other rules."

"Okay, let's do it!"

The aristocratic young masters cheered and started to play football. This group did not understand the rules but secondly, the key is that they have no football literacy and do not understand tactics.

Except for the two people who were left to keep the goalkeepers, the other twenty people were chasing the ball. What kind of formation, what striker and defender are completely irrelevant, just one word, do it!

Under this circumstance, Conte is really strong enough to fly. These fragile apprentices of magic are not enough to hit his shoulder casually. As long as he takes the ball, he is unstoppable and invincible. After a while, Conte’s team scored two goals.

The other team was unhappy. Someone yelled, "Stop playing! You have Conte here, let's play a fart."

The people on Conte’s side are happy when they lie down and win, how can they stop the other party from playing? Someone immediately shouted: "It's a big deal, let you add a guard over there."

As a result, the other team really replaced the thinnest young master, and replaced it with a five-tier and three-thick guard...

The girls had no interest in the games of the stinky boys. As they were about to go far, Robb suddenly stopped Marianne and said with a low laugh, "Did you not find a business opportunity?"

"Business opportunity?" Marianne looked dumbfounded: "Where is the business opportunity?"

"This football is a big business opportunity." Robb smirked.

Marianne didn't understand at all now: "Where is the business opportunity?"

Robb whispered: "Let me tell you that if these young masters kick and kick, they will become more and more unhappy. They will constantly replace the team with guards, and finally become all guards kicking on the court. And the young masters will all become on the sidelines, do you believe it or not?"

Marianne thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case.

Robb smiled and said: "Guess what will happen when there are all guards on the spot and the audience is all young masters?"

Marianne woke up suddenly: "Gambling!"

"Yes!" Robb smiled: "Once gambling is formed, what will happen next?"

Marianne flashed his thoughts: "Then there will be people sitting in the village, spreading to the general public, and the audience skyrocketed."

"Hahaha, smart, worthy of being the daughter of a businessman." Robb smiled and said: "How to do business next, I think you are already a little eye-catching."

Of course Marianne has the eyebrows. In her opinion, this matter may develop into a large-scale entertainment project similar to "Gladiator".

Ancient gladiatorial fights were basically played like this: First, the nobles prepared powerful gladiators to fight each other, and the winning party could get money and reputation. The organizers of gladiatorial battles attracted a large number of noble lords and even ordinary civilians to watch the gladiatorial battles, charging them for tickets, opening the market, and making huge profits from them.

Marianne's only doubt now is whether this project called football can attract people's attention like a gladiatorial fight.

Robb smiled and said, "I know what you are worried about. You are afraid that this thing will not become popular, right?"

Marianne nodded: "After all, the gladiatorial fight is very exciting, this football seems to be a little too exciting in terms of its excitement."

Robb smiled and said, "Although gladiatorial fighting is wonderful, it is too cruel. It should have been banned now?"

Marianne nodded: "Fighting has been banned for more than five hundred years in the magic calendar, because it is too **** and cruel. Up to now, the arena has been abandoned for 800 years."

"Eight hundred years, it's really long." Robb smiled: "But this football is not cruel at all, not cruel, and can only be attributed to sports. I think Her Majesty the Queen will definitely not ban this sport. It will even promote this sport. As long as the upper-class nobles like it, the lower-class people have no reason not to follow the trend. Then, it will be hot."

When Marianne heard him say this, she became interested in the sport.

The other girls all ran to the playground to rest, but she stood on the playground with interest to watch the stinky boys play. I saw the nobles and young masters playing around. Sure enough, they kept replacing the nobles and replacing them. Guard, it didn't take long for even Kangte to apply for the end of the game. After all, he was also a nobleman and didn't want to play with a group of guards.

The field has become eleven guards VS eleven guards!

All of a sudden, the game became fierce, the physical confrontation became fierce, the fighting atmosphere spread, and the ball was kicked to the wind...