I Am the God of Games

It is obviously quite serious and full of pretentious words, but when it is said from the place where the flounder is probably gills, it still reveals an indescribable air of sand sculpture, which makes people not serious at all.

Having said that, Gerald was still stunned by Mufasa's words.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that what the other party said was not wrong at all.

As the heir of the McCorberry family, although he is only the lowest-ranking knight among the nobles, as the direct confidant of the Lord of Lancaster, in terms of authority and treatment, he is even better than those barons whose territories are in remote places. Both are much stronger.

It is precisely because of this that although he received strict training since he was a child, he practiced his swordsmanship diligently every day, so that he possessed quite powerful swordsmanship and fighting spirit in less than 30 years old, but he has never experienced anything. It can be called a difficult situation, and he has never faced a cruel battle in the true sense.

After all, as a city lieutenant knight, even if he went to wipe out some bandit dens, in most cases Gerald would just let his subordinates swarm him.

After the subordinates dealt with most of the enemies, he finally came out to defeat the bandits who were a little stronger inside and had exhausted most of their physical strength but were still stubbornly resisting.

Even in the face of assassins, most of the assassins are not too strong in order not to arouse the vigilance of their masters, and secondly, those assassins are mainly focused on the target to be assassinated, so they cannot concentrate on facing Jie. A lieutenant knight like Roald.

His sword has never faced death directly, so his swordsmanship has been stuck at the bottleneck and it is difficult to make a breakthrough, and naturally he cannot reach the pinnacle.

Dojo swordsmanship may be exquisite, but after all, it is just a work of art built behind closed doors. In terms of killing efficiency, it cannot be compared with the swordsmanship practiced on the battlefield after all.

As a follower of the God of War, Gerald could clearly feel that Mufasa's swordsmanship also carried some power derived from the grace of the gods during the fight.

However, it is completely different from my own kind of grudge that can improve physical ability and enhance the power of swordsmanship. The opponent's "amount" of god's favor is obviously far less than my own, but it can completely defend against all my attacks!

This is a situation that is almost incomprehensible among the believers of the God of War. Generally speaking, the favor of the God of War—that is, the strength of the "fighting spirit" can lock the victory in advance!

At the very end, Gerald finally understood an unbelievable thing. The opponent was able to parry his own attack, and even block his own sword path, relying entirely on his own swordsmanship, the grace of the gods. Strength, at best, can only make this swordsman wearing a flounder headgear immune to the influence of fighting spirit,

Being killed by forcibly cutting off the weapon by myself, so that the other party can stand at the starting point of a fair fight with myself!

His strength is entirely due to his own practiced swordsmanship!

At the same time, as an opponent, Gerald is also the person who can feel the opponent's aura the most: Flounder's words are definitely not a lie, but he has been facing death directly, seeking breakthroughs from it, and finally made his swordsmanship grow to this point. An unbelievable degree!

This made Gerald feel even more shocked deep in his heart.

Under the premise of not counting deserters, soldiers who can survive a tragic war will fade away and become qualified soldiers; if they can survive twice in a row, they will become senior veterans and the absolute mainstay of the army A veteran who has survived three times is a very precious resource in any unit. In this world, such a veteran is even eligible to receive the protection of the corresponding god.

And this ridiculous looking flounder swordsman in front of him has survived countless times from near-death predicaments, so it's not surprising that he possesses such monster-like swordsmanship!

"Why..." Gerald felt that his throat was a little dry. After realizing how strong the other party was, he revisited the process of the fight just now, and realized that the other party had actually let the sea go, otherwise, he might be able to fight in seconds as soon as they met each other. He asked himself: "A person as powerful as you will be the guard of an ordinary traveling merchant? How much money he hired you, our Lancaster can pay double!"

"Sorry, I don't have much interest in becoming a minion of the nobles." If it was the past, Mufasa might have agreed to it. Anyway, the other party didn't ask him to abandon his faith, but just became a mercenary.

But after seeing the deeds of the nobles and their arrogant and frivolous mentality in the old city, Mufasa didn't have much affection for these nobles, so he decisively rejected the other party's invitation.

"I'll give you another piece of advice," Mufasa turned around and was about to leave the courtyard, but before he walked out of the courtyard gate, he ignored the stunned gazes of the two guards guarding the gate, and said to Gerald, who looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Magne Welf is no 'ordinary traveler'."

"If I am someone who often faces death directly, then he is someone who can get along well with death." After Mufasa finished speaking, he left the courtyard, but the last words were still slowly floating in the courtyard: "If you really provoke Killing him is suicidal, and you'd better remember that."

Gerald froze in place, the expression on his face was full of disbelief—this was the first time he felt disbelief today, maybe he used up all the disbelief in his life today up.

That wandering businessman who looks like a thief, Jill, seems to be able to die once if he hits a thief, is that so?

Gerald returned to the inner room dejectedly. Naturally, the people inside had already known the result of the competition through the balcony.

The lady's expression was a bit ugly, and she didn't know whether she felt that Gerald had humiliated her, or she felt a little embarrassed because Magne didn't give her face.

Looking at the inscrutable smile on Mane's face, Gerald thought of the advice of Flounder Swordsman, and couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I lost, and I will leave the Temple of Glory from now on!"

"Gerald...you'd better think about it again." The lady said with a frown.

She glanced at Magne, and said in a pleading tone: "Jerrold is still young, so Mr. Wilf can't forgive him for his recklessness?"

"I'm sorry, the contract has already been signed, and I can't defy the power of the contract. You know, the most important thing for us businessmen is the contract." Marnie shrugged and said helplessly: "And I didn't forgive him for being the God of War. It's useless even if you tell me that."