I Am the God of Games

When Basil was respectfully invited out of the reception room by the former male servant, he was still a little dizzy and unable to fully understand the current situation.

Twin Cities Cup?

From the name, it seems to be a contest similar to imperial combat.

So what's the situation? I came here with Wang ** elite to show off my strength, but before I stepped into the city, I was smeared in the face. Now the person who was supposed to be showing off is going to show off to me instead?

I'm afraid it's not about rebellion!

Basil, who finally came back to his senses, broke out in a cold sweat.

But after calming down, he felt something was wrong again.

It is true that Lancaster City is a relatively prosperous commercial city in the Northland, and the tax paid every year is the highest in the entire Northland County, and it is even comparable to several important cities in the Walra Empire. There is no way to verify the other party's tax books.

Tunaya is also the political core city of the Silver Eagle Principality, and it is the confidant of His Majesty the new emperor.

But to say that the combination of these two counties and cities can overthrow the rule of the Walla royal family would be to underestimate the heritage of the Walla Empire, which has been passed down for more than 400 years.

After all, the Silver Eagle Principality is the weakest among the divided principalities of the Valla Empire, not to mention the Grand Duke of Romeroshe, which is split 50-50 with the empire, or even the Principality of Bailan, which guards the barbarians in the western border.

Neither the lord of Lancaster, Colinfe, nor the lord of Silver Eagle, Panglein, should be so unwise.

Could it be that this is simply showing off his muscles, to show that he is not easy to mess with?

Basil couldn't help being a little puzzled.

At this time, the male servant had already brought him to a room that was much simpler than Basil's guest room.

The room is large in size, but there is almost no decoration, and the bed is also a large bed. It looks like a servant's room.

Naturally, the room was the elite of the previous royals. When Basil came, the royals headed by Knight Mo Nan couldn't help showing a look of surprise, but they were a little lucky in the surprise. It seems that at least the guard Basil Zill, they haven't completely screwed up keeping each other safe.

"If you have any requests, or want to return to your room,

Please call me anytime. "The male servant gave Basil some advice, and then left the room, as if he didn't intend to listen in on the conversation between the envoys.

This made Basil feel even weirder while he was relieved.

What are the people of Lancaster thinking? He didn't even have any interest in his own countermeasures at all, and he looked full of confidence and confidence in the so-called Twin Cities Cup Competition.

Could it be that they are going to blow the whistle?

When Basil thought of this possibility, he immediately vetoed it: blowing the whistle in this kind of competition that shows off its strength and muscles is completely an act of destroying its own credibility, and it can only leave the impression of the organizer as being strong and capable. The purpose runs counter to it, and it is completely counterproductive.

"My lord, those guys from Lancaster didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Seeing that Basil seemed to be distracted all the time, Mo Nan couldn't help asking worriedly, for fear that the other party would suffer some kind of mental torture.

After being asked such a question, Basil finally came back to his senses.

Looking at the knight in front of him, the old man suddenly thought about it.

Anyway, it's not the old man playing the game by himself. I have a share of the credit for winning the competition, but these kings are too useless for losing the competition. It doesn't make any sense to think about so many messes.

So the muscles on his face relaxed, and he returned to the original calm expression: "It's nothing, but the Lord of Lancaster told me something very interesting."

"Interesting thing?" Mo Nan was taken aback.

The old man nodded, and then told them about the Shuangcheng Cup competition.

Basil originally thought that these elite kings who were full of energy after the break would pat their chests and promise to do their best in the game in order to wash away the previous shame, but after he finished speaking, although many guards did show eager expressions on their faces , but no one said that they would participate.

This made Basil feel a little strange.

Is it because the rewards of this competition are not attractive enough, or is your army's sense of honor gone?

In the end, it was Knight Mo Nan who explained to the old man Basil: "My lord, although we are all good players in the royal family, to be honest, this kind of competition is not suitable for us."

"How do you say that?" The old man made a gesture of all ears.

"Our skills are honed on the battlefield to kill people, and we train in the army on how to survive on the battlefield. Although these martial arts are very simple and practical, and the efficiency of killing the enemy is also very high, it also means that the tricks The routine is simple and unpretentious, and it is easy to see flaws in a one-on-one competition." Knight Mo Nan spread his hands helplessly: "What's more, this kind of competition sounds like a battle between extraordinary people, although we are not sure about our own skills. Confidence, but against a transcendent...you understand."

"That's true." Basil nodded, and at the same time he suddenly understood.

That's right, the castellan of Lancaster has a lot of savings, so they can definitely invite some expensive extraordinary people.

Many extraordinary people may not be very useful on the battlefield, but in a one-on-one situation, they can completely kill dozens or hundreds of veterans along the way.

No wonder they chose this method to show off their force, because they made up their minds that the members of the envoys would not be able to participate, or even if they participated, they could only serve as a foil.

As expected of the Lord of Lancaster, he is indeed an old fox.

Basil frowned: "That is to say, we can only do nothing this time and watch them perform?"

"Actually, that's not the case."

Mo Nan smiled slightly: "We are trapped here and can't leave for the time being, but your lord can act at will with your status. You can try to send a letter to the imperial capital with a letter kite, asking His Majesty to send extraordinary people to attend the meeting." Contest."

"Impossible." Basil shook his head: "The road is far away and the road conditions are bad. The extraordinary people in the imperial capital are pampered, so it is impossible to come here to help."

"Of course. His Majesty must be very aware of this, but His Majesty also attaches great importance to the mission of the envoys, so he will definitely choose another way to solve this problem."

Mo Nan said with confidence.

"What way?" After being mentioned by him, the old man vaguely had some ideas in his mind, but he continued to ask.

"Walla's state religion is the Chongbai Church, so the Chongbai Church has always been on good terms with His Majesty... When this happens, His Majesty will definitely ask the Chongbai Church in the imperial capital to order people from the Lancaster Local Church to participate Contest."

Only then did Mo Nan express his thoughts: "To deal with the extraordinary, the Chongbai Church here will send at least a bishop-level figure! At that time, my lord, you just need to find a way to establish a relationship with the other party, and let the archbishop invite you to the church By being a guest, you can take advantage of the trend to get rid of the control of Lancaster's castellan and enter the church for refuge!"

The old man clasped his hands together and laughed.

"Wonderful!"