"Although you defeated me in the competition, got my equipment and took away my ransom, and even let my right-hand man McKinson go to heaven, I believe that this is God's will and arrangement, and I have nothing to do with it. I'm so angry, and there's nothing to be ashamed of." Baron Edmund handed the empty wine glass back to the maid, raised his arm and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "I rarely tell stories to people, but since you want to understand your opponent I don’t care about this bit of talk in this boring afternoon.”
The maid took Baron Edmund's silver wine glass with exquisite patterns and walked to the large wooden wine barrel placed beside the tent, scooped out a full glass of fragrant red wine, and returned to Baron Edmund.
"Julie, give my guest Simon a drink too. Ha, Simon, when it comes to this, you and I have no grievances, but in the arena, under the gaze of God, we have to do our best. Kill each other to win the favor of the gods and win the fruits of victory. I have lived for so long and have killed countless soldiers, mercenaries, heretics and even knights, but there are not many people who have defeated me like you today. See."
"When you are in the world, you can't help yourself." Simon thought silently and took the silver wine glass filled with red wine from the maid's hand.
"By the way, back to the topic, when it comes to the boy McKinson, we have to start talking about it many years ago. At that time, my father was still the owner of the entire territory. Although we were not rich, God blessed us. It’s quite peaceful…”
McKinson's father was named McKinson. After his son was born, McKinson directly added "son" to his name for convenience. From a literal meaning, "McKinson" means McKinson's son.
McGinn is a well-known local village hero and a free farmer with a small piece of his own land. His status is higher than that of the baron's servants, and his usual duty is to guard the baron's woods and hunting grounds and bring damned poachers to justice.
Since he usually works in the woods, McGinn has a dark face and neat short hair. He wears a green short robe, green tights and a green hood. There was a barrel of sharp arrows hanging under his belt, and a dagger with a cold light on it.
Sometimes, even if the arrowheads were as sharp as fine iron spearheads, McGinn would still find the arrowheads made by the old arrowsmith too dull, and spend a lot of time polishing them carefully in front of his hut.
There was a small horn made of iron and wood on McGinn's shoulder strap, and he wore leather gloves that he had saved up for a long time to protect his big, calloused hands. He wears a small silver medallion of Christopher on his chest, hoping that the patron saint of forest dwellers will bring him good luck.
McGinn was good at using bows and arrows and was a good hunter in the woods, so the baron gave him the right to hunt in the woods for the baron family. What he usually does the most is take a leisurely walk in the baron's woods with his stiff bow and his favorite arrow, which is exquisitely crafted and uses peacock feathers as arrow feathers.
As the days passed, McGinn's son McKinson also grew up day by day. McGinn taught his beloved son all his skills.
Sometimes, the old baron would also let McKinson, who had some martial arts skills, enter the castle grounds to compete with the then young Baron Edmund, so Baron Edmond and McKinson became familiar with each other at an early age.
If nothing else happens, when McKinson grows old, his son McKinson will take over his mantle and become a man similar to his father, becoming the new ranger of the Baron family.
Day after day, the old baron's territory was fortunate not to be affected by the flames of war. The only bad thing is that there were times when the old baron fulfilled his obligation and recruited many farmers in the territory to go out with the earl to fight, but in the end there were always some people who never came back, leaving a couple in the territory. To his helpless wife and children.
Old McKinson joined the old baron's army as an archer every time, and even brought his grown-up son McKinson with him in one battle. Fortunately, both father and son were able to follow the old baron back to their hometown safely and with rich trophies, and returned to a peaceful life.
Until one day, after the old baron came back from the count's banquet, Baron Brush from the neighboring territory sent him a letter, saying that he had found enough evidence in some ancient documents to prove his case. He is the ruler of the old barony, and with God-given rights, he has a claim to this territory.
The old baron was so angry that he asked his palace clerk to write a reply to Baron Brush. In addition to saying that Baron Brush was talking nonsense and that the evidence was false and uncertain, he also scolded him and said that he was greedy. A poisonous scorpion, a piece of trash that can't kill a hedgehog even with its bare butt.
The strange thing is that several days after the letter was sent to Baron Brush, the other party did not reply, as if a weak old wolf had temporarily put away its claws. Although the old baron felt a little uneasy, he didn't take it too seriously.
However, it later turned out that this was just a brief calm before the storm. That day, Old McGinn, who was patrolling the woods on the edge of his territory, heard an unusual noise. He followed the trail and was surprised to find the army of Baron Nabruch on the main road in the forest. The gleaming spears of the soldiers were as densely packed as a forest of spears, the seemingly invulnerable mail armor of the knights in the queue, and the rumbling sound of the tall horses stepping on the ground, almost scared his soul away.
Without saying a word, he ran towards the village. He wanted to warn everyone, including McKinson who was grinding wheat in the village mill, to hide or run away. There was a horse breeder in the village who could ride a horse, and Old McGinn needed him to ride immediately to the baron's castle to announce the news.
However, after all, human legs are not faster than horse legs. Baron Brush's cavalry and scouts arrived at this small village on the edge of the barony one step ahead. Without saying a word, they killed the militiamen standing guard at the entrance of the village and the horse breeder who was about to ride into the stable to report the news. Then they swung their swords bloodthirstyly at the frightened and helpless villagers.
The mill was by the river not far from the village. When Old McGinn rushed to the mill, fortunately, the cavalry and scouts had no time to pay attention to it yet.
At this time, McKinson had seen the tragedy in the village from the tall windmill of the mill, but he was reluctant to part with his hard-earned wheat and some of the flour that had been ground. At this time, he was struggling down the narrow stairs of the windmill carrying a heavy load of wheat and flour.
Old McKinson told McKinson to leave the wheat alone and escape directly into the forest. However, at this time, Baron Brush's soldiers had already arrived at the village, and those damn cavalry were also heading towards the mill. They had no choice but to Across this unsheltered river beach and grassland.
Old McGinn had no choice but to take McKinson to a pile of rubble on the river beach next to the mill. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the mud from the river beach on his son's body. After a while, Mai Jin Sen became an out-and-out clay figurine.
Old McGinn asked McKinson to lie still among the rocks on the river beach, but he climbed to the top of the windmill of the mill, drew an arrow and a bow and shot at the cavalry and infantry who were running towards the mill, attracting them. attention.
Old McGinn is worthy of being a senior archer. From time to time, cavalry and infantrymen fall down with arrows. Even if a soldier with a shield walks slowly with his shield, he will be shot by Old McGinn in the calf or calf that is not covered by the shield. Ankle, fell to the ground howling in pain.
The pot-bellied miller, who was usually cunning and cunning and often short of weight, went to see God one step ahead of Old McGinn, while Old McGinn continued to fight until his last breath.
Lying in the pile of rocks, McKinson watched helplessly as his father was chopped down to the ground by a heavily armed knight, blood flying everywhere. He wanted to stand up and avenge his father, but reason told him that he had only a small dagger in his waist and had no chance of winning against the knight. If he died, everything his father had just done would be meaningless.
The soldiers who arrived at the mill greedily took out bags of supplies from the mill's warehouse. No one had the time to search the river beach next to the mill, so after the soldiers searched the mill, they just threw the torches on it. On the thatched roof under the mill, he left directly, and McKinson escaped.
In the end, the old baron tried his best to repel the invasion of Baron Brush.
After rebuilding his home, McKinson seemed to be a changed person and became taciturn. He took over his father's mantle and did what his father did every day, but practiced martial arts assiduously in private. He would never allow similar things to happen to his son in the future.
Since then, he has developed a strange habit of smearing himself with mud before fighting.
After the old baron passed away, McKinson fought one fierce battle after another with the successor Baron Edmund, earning the title of "Mud Berserker" and being respected by the villagers just like his father.
He became the baron's confidant and private soldier until he followed Baron Edmund to the capital of the kingdom and finally died in the arena...
"Ha, the irony is that the current McKinson is about to become the old McKinson. After I return to the territory and bring back this unfortunate news, his son will have to pay an inheritance tax and become the new member of our family. "Forest ranger, turn this page and start a new story." Baron Edmund burped and looked a little tired.
"I'm sorry." Simon took off his leather cap, but Baron Edmund put down his silver wine glass and waved to him.
"There is nothing to be sorry for. As I said, everything that happened in the arena was God's arrangement. Maybe McKinson is now in heaven reunited with his old father, whom he misses day and night. For him, this is not the case. It must be a bad thing, Baron Edmund rubbed his temples and stood up, "Okay Simon, if there is nothing else, you can go out first, I am really tired today. "
"See you later." Simon put on his leather hat again and walked out of Baron Edmund's tent with the fat man.
"Hey man, it looks like it's going well, but why did it take so long?" Regel looked at the fat man holding the trophy in both hands and knew that Simon had successfully obtained his trophy.
"I heard a story." Simon smiled slightly at Regel, then stepped on the stirrup and mounted "Lucky".
Simon let out a long sigh of relief as he watched the fat man and Miller, who came to help, secure the trophy to the horse's back. After these two days of group melee, the knights will compete individually. I really don't know how my chest injury will recover by then.
