If Simon hadn't reacted and stepped back when he felt something was wrong, Baron Edmund's sword would have been deeply inserted into his chest by now.
The strong chainmail saved Simon's life again, but it may leave bruises and internal injuries on his chest, but this is not a big problem, at least his life is saved.
"Hey, look, Sir Simon stepped back as soon as he felt something was wrong. The tip of Baron Edmund's sword did not pierce his mail!" In the civilian audience, just as the chubby businessman was frowning and preparing to accept the fact that he had lost money. , he found that Simon was not stabbed through the chest by a sword, and he couldn't help but rekindled his hope.
"Oh, how cunning!" The old potter's excitement about winning money seemed to be poured from head to sole by a basin of ice water, and his face instantly dropped. And the few exaggerated guys next to him who took off their clothes and danced around were as ridiculous as clowns.
"It's not over yet!" Simon gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm in his heart and rationally judge how to turn this bad situation around.
In this short moment, Simon simulated countless counterattack plans in his mind, but it seemed that every one of them could be blocked by this old and cruel Baron Edmund and then counterattacked.
"Fuck you, don't care, that's it!" Simon made up his mind and stopped thinking about it.
"Huh?" At this time, Baron Edmund felt a strong resistance preventing the sword in his hand from inserting into Simon's body. He knew it was the damn chainmail. But he didn't want to give up such a good opportunity. God knows if Simon would avoid such a rare opportunity after he became alert.
So, Baron Edmund took a step forward and wanted to put half of his body on the sword to pierce the obstructive mail armor, but Simon had already dealt with it and took a step back, letting the eager Edmund The baron was thrown into the air, and his center of gravity was even a little unsteady.
"when!"
Simon's sword, which was originally raised to block, drew an arc in the air, violently opening Baron Edmund's sword against his chest, and then quickly grabbed one of Baron Edmund's sword-holding hands with his left hand. , stepped forward, and hit the astonished Baron Edmund hard in the face with the square weight at the bottom of the sword hilt.
"Ah! Damn you little bastard!"
Baron Edmund instantly screamed in pain. Before he could hold his sword again to block, he felt a heavy blow on his right shoulder. His hand went numb and he could no longer hold the sword firmly. , kneeling on the ground.
Baron Edmund felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning upside down. He looked at the ground with dazzling eyes, trying to lift his heavy head, but at this time the damn helmet seemed to be heavier than usual, as if someone was pressing on his head and trying to put him down. The ground is average.
He felt a surge of heat in his numb nose. After a while, drops of bright red blood fell on the green grass. He touched the bottom of his nose with his hand, and the fingertips of his old leather gloves were instantly soaked red with blood. .
"You lost." There were big beads of sweat on Simon's head. He covered his chest with his left hand and held the sword in his right hand against the neck of Baron Edmund who was kneeling on the ground. As long as Baron Edmund made any move, Simon would cut his neck open without hesitation.
"Damn it, guys, stop it, we lost!" Although Baron Edmund was very unwilling to be defeated by an unknown little knight, he was not so angry that he swallowed his sanity and let himself die in the arena. superior.
The soldiers who were fighting fiercely on both sides stopped one after another and exhaled. Their faces were either relaxed, relieved, or unwilling and resentful.
"Luke, I've avenged you." Comunen looked at the corpse of the mud warrior with blood still pouring out from the neck wound. He collapsed on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.
"God, it's unbelievable!" The fat businessman opened his eyes wide, full of joy, while the old potter next to him had a stern face and muttered some indecent words. He threw the piece of rag with the twenty copper coins certificate of Baron Edmund into a puddle of feces on the ground, stepped on it, and left the periphery of the arena without looking back.
"Hoo!" In the audience, many civilians and nobles who had bet on Simon to win cheered, but the number was not very large.
"That knight's name is Simon, right? It's quite interesting that he could actually kill Baron Edmund in that situation." King Heinrich, who was originally drowsy in the middle of the noble stand, was very interested at this time and turned his head. He said to the bishop of Cologne beside him.
"Damn it, you hillbilly knight, you have a way of doing it. Ha, no matter how high you fly now, I will make sure you fall as hard as you fall!" Grob, the arrogant knight of the Duke of Swabia, looked at the king from a distance with a smile on his face. With a smile, he pointed at Simon's team leaving the field, with a sneer on his lips, stood up, and walked out of the noble stand with his hands behind his back.
"It's unbelievable, my dear Simon, I thought I would never see you again!" Regel came to the end of Simon's team early, patted Simon's shoulder excitedly, and was immediately impressed. Simon coughed a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my old friend. I was so excited just now that I forgot that you got a sword in the chest. It was all my fault." Regel retracted his big hand with some embarrassment and helped Simon pass through. The bustling outfield civilian audience.
Simon took the reins from Regel's little attendant and mounted the horse with the help of the fat man.
"Simon, Alexander and I are going to deal with Lu Ke's funeral affairs." Komnenos said to Simon with a solemn face.
"May God bless him. By the way, take this," Simon said, taking out a silver denier coin from the purse at his waist and throwing it to Komnenos. "Find a priest and do more for him. Several Masses to save his soul."
"Thank you, thank you, Simon!" Komnenos said with some sadness as he took the silver coin.
"Master, Baron Edmund must pay you a ransom equal to his worth and hand over all the equipment he has. Shall we go to his camp now?" The fat man was so excited that his face turned red, just like a man who just said Like a drunken alcoholic.
"Let's go, let's go to Baron Edmund's camp first." Simon waved his hand, and the group walked towards the densely packed tent area next to the competition venue.
"Simon, your team has advanced. I heard from the royal clerk that in the next game you have to play against Baron Adenauer of Saxony. He and his men are more difficult to deal with than the treacherous Baron Edmund." Regel looked at Simon with some worry.
"Hmm..." Simon fell into thought.
In this battle, Simon's side defeated Baron Edmund with difficulty at the cost of one death and three injuries.
But you must know that Baron Edmond is only slightly famous, and the equipment of his soldiers is also uneven. Even if Simon paid a greater price and risked the lives of his men to defeat Baron Adenauer of Saxony, and finally advance with his tired army to face the elite Baron Ernest team, there would be absolutely no chance of victory. , if you lose, you have to hand over your own equipment and a large ransom.
"Simon, if it really doesn't work, maybe you can just give up and withdraw from the next team melee match." Regel looked at the soldiers in Simon's team who were almost all injured. It was hard to imagine how they could fight against the more elite and difficult ones. of Baron Adenauer.
"Well, after we get his ransom and equipment from Baron Edmund, we can go to the Kingdom's Secretary to withdraw from the game." Simon spoke after some careful consideration.
He didn't come here to participate in the martial arts tournament to win the championship. There was no need to risk the precious lives of his close partners just to win the melee battles.
By the time Simon and his party arrived at the door of Baron Edmund's tent, another game had already begun. The bored soldiers in the camp went to the competition venue to watch the battle. Therefore, except for some guards guarding property, there was no one else in the camp. The originally lively camp seemed a bit empty at this time.
Standing guard at the door of Baron Edmund's camp is a young guard wearing a round helmet with a padded hood, old leather scales, a pair of peeling thick leather boots, and holding a triangular-edged spear. . Simon had not seen him in the arena. He should have been left to look after Baron Edmund's property just now.
"This is Sir Simon from Dorsten..." The fat man stepped forward. Before he could finish speaking, the young attendant had already opened the curtain of the tent.
"As my master just ordered, please come in, Sir Simon." The young attendant made an "invite" gesture to the tent door.
"Fat man, let's go in." Simon nodded in astonishment, and walked into the dark tent with the fat man.
There were many luggage bags, wooden boxes, armor racks, weapon racks and other miscellaneous things scattered around the inner wall of the tent. By the light emitted by a weak candlestick in the tent, Simon could see a chair with a back cushioned in bearskin in the center of the tent.
Sitting on the armchair was Baron Edmond, who was wearing a gorgeous green robe and a pair of pointed leather loafers. Baron Edmund, with a gloomy look on his face, rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, and an old doctor with gray temples and a black robe was bleeding him.
"You go out first, John," Baron Edmund turned his head and ordered to the old doctor, then turned back to look at Simon who was walking slowly from the tent door, "Although I don't want to admit it, I have to Say, congratulations on your final victory, Simon. This is my ransom and equipment, take it."
As Baron Edmund spoke, a young maid in a white dress beside him walked to his armor stand and took off the black chain mail, the dirty feathered cross helmet, and the damaged chain shoulder armor with difficulty. , rusty slatted gauntlets, and smelly peeling plywood boots.
"Fat man, take it."
After the fat man took the equipment from the maid, the maid bent down and lifted a heavy wooden box from under the weapon rack. If nothing else, it should be filled with Baron Edmond's ransom.
"There are one hundred and fifty Denier silver coins in it. This is my ransom. If I am captured by other nobles in the war, I think these many silver coins are enough for them to set me free." Baron Edmund closed his heart in pain. After closing her eyes, the maid opened the top cover of the wooden box at the same time, and the Denier silver coins shone brightly in the candlelight.
"Of course, that's enough. What I'm curious about now is, are you, your maid, and the doctor the only ones here? Where have all your men gone?" Simon asked doubtfully after taking the wooden box from the maid. Baron Emond with his eyes closed.
"They went to bury the young man who was killed by your men just now." Baron Edmund half-opened his eyes and curled his lips sarcastically.
"That big man covered in mud and the bald soldier? I can only say I'm sorry. Any situation that occurs on the competition field is beyond your control." Simon shrugged helplessly.
"Ha, don't say these clichés. I know you must be gloating in your heart, right? Maybe in your opinion, McKinson is just a sloppy man covered in dried mud who ruthlessly took away the lives of your companions. It's time for him to die. A murderer from hell, but who of you knows his story and past? For example, why did he smear himself with mud? Bah, you don’t understand, and you don’t want to understand.”
"You have successfully piqued my interest. Okay, then tell me, why is that sloppy guy with dried mud all over his body called McKinsey or McKinson smeared all over himself with that disgusting mud? ?" Simon said with interest as he looked at the somewhat gloomy and sad Baron Edmond.
"That started a long time ago..." Baron Edmund took a silver goblet filled with red wine from the maid's hand and drank it all.
