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"Have you heard of it?"

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

"Thirty-three students from the Royal Academy were sent to the torture frame by the heretical court just a week ago..." A man dressed as a trader recounted what he had seen and heard: "The conviction for them was to preach Heresy. On the day of execution, not only the royal families of several neighboring countries were invited to watch. In order to strengthen the deterrent effect, the church also deliberately changed the torture to the torture. The students were roasted for an hour. Finally died..."

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

"It's terrible..."

Someone said again: "I heard that many of the students who were burned to death this time were children of nobles. The secular royal family had trouble with the church because of this incident."

After hearing this, the narrator sighed deeply: "At the end of the trouble, it was not because the church had the upper hand. Thirty-three students were burned to death at a young age. After all, it was not because the church was too powerful... …"

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

At the mention of Todd, everyone fell silent. People here can blame the church for its actions, but no one will criticize the Son. Everyone understands that in such a turbulent world, Muxi Town, the land of the gospel, can be established, and whose credit is it.

"A bunch of cowards!"

A soft but firm voice sounded in the tavern.

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

"It's Lord Dieng of the arbitration tribunal..." Someone recognized the identity of the knight, lowered the volume and said, "I heard that among the people burned to death this time, one of them was his elder brother, and there were many others. He was a good friend when he was in school."

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

However, Dion, who had already reached seven points of alcohol, pushed aside the bottle in front of him, stumbled to his feet, drunk and drunk on his peach blossom-like cheeks, and said loudly again: "He is concealing himself with tyranny and ruthlessness. Ignorance and fear! The supreme church is just a group of thugs hiding in the dark, only knowing to mutilate the weak!"

No one dared to talk to him when he said such a thing in Muxi Town.

Dion circled everyone in the tavern with his fingers, and his faces were full of disdain: "Look at you, for the sake of wealth and comfort, I dare not speak out openly. I will only hide and whisper. Isn't it a coward?"

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

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 you will lose everything if you resist! Listen, why the church is so confident because of you. Coward, because of the support of the Son!"

The dispute in the tavern is getting louder and louder, and the people are brave and courageous. If it weren't for the concern that Dion might be a woman and the arbitrator of Muxi Town, it is very likely that it has now evolved into a fight.

In the end, Wilder, who used to be the guard knight of the Watchtower and is now the defense officer of the Twisi Knights, pushed aside the crowd and stood up: "Knight Dion, please pay attention to your words. If you must accuse us of the church’s Shelter, and refuses to speak up for justice, I am speechless. 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, surprisingly exuding a huge aura: "It's just what I want. If I can use a sword to tell things clearly, the dialogue is 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 corner, the clutter was cleaned up, and a huge open space was vacated in the center of the tavern.

"Place a bet! Place a bet!" The handicap for the duel was quickly erected, and the empty boxes filled with gold were quickly filled with coins. Although Muxi Town explicitly prohibited gambling, it was about betting on duels. But do not ask.

Those with good things soon brought the news of the duel out of the tavern, spreading to the small half of Muxi Town, and more and more people gathered in the tavern, gradually blocking the entire commercial street.

After all preparations were completed, the duel officially began after the percussion of the iron plate. Dion chose the thin thorn sword he was good at, and the knight Wilder used the standard sword and shield combination.

There were twice as many lights as usual in the pub, and the onlookers screamed enough to overturn the roof. The audience waved their fists and knocked on the table and walls with everything they could find.

Wilder raised his shield, approached Dion in small steps, and looked at the other side's hands hanging down to the ground, looking indifferently. As he grew angry, he stepped forward and slammed the shield against his opponent.

This blow evolved from combat, without any fancy, and was completely a standard attack posture for combat. To everyone's surprise, this shot fell through.

The knight Dion is petite and short in height. These unfavorable factors in the battle have been turned into an advantage by him.

From the side of the shield and under the blade of the sword, Dion can always find a gap suitable for his body, avoiding every attack of Wilder, a stabbing sword sealed all possible positions, forcing the opponent to be at the extreme Move around in small circles.

Wilder fought countless times with the barbarians in the Watchtower, and experienced many winds and waves, but tonight's duel was his most embarrassed battle. On the opposite side, the knight who looked even more beautiful than an ordinary woman, whether in action or swordsmanship, was simply a model of martial arts textbooks. The most important thing is that he can clearly feel that the opponent has not used his true strength at all until now, he is completely treating this duel with a slapstick attitude!

"Damn it! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" Wilder shouted, throwing away the sword and shield in his hand, and sat on the ground in desperation.

With the volatilization of alcohol, coupled with strenuous exercise, Dion's forehead had thin beads of sweat. He put away the stabbing sword, 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 displeased.

Sergeants, soldiers, alien warriors, and some people who are quite confident in martial arts have stood up and demanded a battle with Dieng to defend the dignity of men.

Looking at the black crowd in front of him.

Dion raised the stabbing sword, smiled and walked to the entrance of the tavern, using disdainful eyes and provocative gestures to stimulate the nerves of these challengers: "It's too troublesome to fight one by one, ten or twenty, you all let's go!"

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

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

The stabbing sword was drawn in the air with an afterimage of light, and Dion said again: "Did you not hear what I said? Take your weapons and let me see if you men are in vain."

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

The cold moonlight, the bustling crowd, hundreds of people gathered on this commercial street. A swordsman in white women's casual clothes, holding the corner of his skirt in one hand, and a piercing sword in the other. Opposite him stood twenty-nine opponents, everything from spears, great swords, and great axes.

Dion slowly stood up the stabbing sword and pointed it at the sky with an ethereal voice: "Let's start."

The eyes of the onlookers flickered, a white shadow, accompanied by sword light, fought against the challenger under the moonlight.

It’s hard to imagine that an eighty-centimeter sword can actually perform so many movements, stab, pick, cleave, and return. The point of each attack falls on the enemy’s weakness, eyes, throat, and throat. On the wrist, more and more challengers lost their combat effectiveness and withdrew 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: "Is he a man or a woman, does it matter? I only know that his swordsmanship is enough to be called a "Sword Master"!"

In a blink of an eye, twenty-nine opponents were defeated by Dion's sword. The knight dressed in women's clothing was panting, sweating on his head, but his face was filled with joy and excitement.

Dion raised the sword high above his head, and a breeze blew over, spilling the declaration of victory into the cheering crowd.

Someone sniffed vigorously, and asked his companion next to him: "Did you smell a very fragrant smell?"

His companion did not answer this question, but looked at Dion's elegant and beautiful figure in fascination, muttering to himself: "I think I am in love with this knight..."

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The next morning, Alfonso was counting the supplies and weapons at the headquarters of the Knights. Hearing others discussing yesterday’s duel, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Wilder should be here now to take over defense work with me. Yes, what about others"

A subordinate replied: "Master Alfonso~lightnovelpub.net~The defense officer has not come to the headquarters to report today. Someone saw him at the door of the arbitration tribunal."

"The arbitration tribunal doesn't come to work in this department, so why is he going there!" Alfonso put down the list in his hand, looking confused.

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

Alfonso frowned and looked at a soldier, yelling and stumbled over.

The soldier pointed outside the door, panting and said: "There are more than two hundred people gathered outside the "Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal", it is useless to disperse it!"

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

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

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