Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 328: Crazy and Crazy

"The second match, Duke de Beliveau versus Bishop Taylor Hickman."

After Ferro finished his hurried report, he ran to the back of the arena to prepare the bets with the three guys from Gaoya Castle.

With Levi's strength, the outcome of this duel was not suspenseful at all. There was nothing to see. It was just a matter of how much time it took to win.

It is far better to place the bet yourself. After all, such a good opportunity to make money will be gone if it is missed.

In the arena, Levi and Bishop Kman were ready to start at any time.

The bishop was wearing Taylor's unique azure clerical robe with gold embroidery. He looked like he had indulged in excessive sexual activities. His face was pale and his eye sockets were full of dark circles. He was not seen in the parliament last time.

After all, he is one of the opponents in this duel.

Levi vaguely remembered some information about the other party. When the bishop heard that he had arrived in Gunda, he went to experience the customs and culture of Debe as soon as possible. After a day and a night of hard work in the brothel, even if a magician's physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary people, he could not withstand this kind of training, which led to the current result.

The opponent was obviously unhappy about being suddenly dragged into a duel.
"Can we start?" He yawned and said coldly, as if he didn't take the lord seriously at all.

It's not his fault. Magicians always look down on other professions.

Especially for a melee warrior like the Lord, he looked down on him from the bottom of his heart. As for the "Holy Word Book"? It was just a profession exclusively for warriors who could not become Holy Light Warlocks.

He is an epic magician, only one step away from becoming a legend, although this step may never be taken in this lifetime.

But it did not hinder his confidence in his own strength. This confidence came from the unimaginable vast magic power in his body.

"It only takes one move to deal with you." Hearing the voice within ten pulses of Leighton coming from the communication magic stone, Levi raised his finger, of course the middle one.

The other party did not understand the specific meaning of this gesture, but felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Arrogant Debe, you will see the wrath of a sleeping dragon in a moment. You will pay the price for waking up a sleeping dragon!" Kman snorted coldly.

Levi was very curious. Didn't Taylor tell this treasure who came out of some unknown country place his information?
"A dead sleeping dragon?" The lord sneered.

If you don't agree with me, then let's fight with the sword.

The opponent was worthy of his defiance of the Lord, and he started with a "Dense Shield Protection", which was a high-level defensive spell. The whole body was protected by a transparent magic shield, and it was said that even a crossbow could not penetrate it.

But that was a crossbow, not the lord.

He moved back and twisted his shoulder. At such a close distance, he didn't even need to aim. He just threw the spear, which turned into a black line and rushed away from the lord's hand.

It crashed into it the moment the "Dense Shield Protection" was activated.

With his current physical condition, he could easily tell that the power of this javelin was so strong that even a dragon could not withstand it, let alone the defensive spell cast by an epic magician.

A "swish" sound.

The ending was no surprise. The dense shield protection shattered like a piece of paper. The spear shot into Kman's shoulder, then pierced through it, and finally sank into the magic-enhanced arena.

It’s not that the lord shot off target. At this distance, it wouldn’t be a big problem even if the shot penetrated the opponent’s head. He did it on purpose.

In the blink of an eye, Levi rushed over and grabbed the bishop by the collar, who had not yet reacted, grinning to reveal two neat rows of white teeth.

Kman's face was filled with horror at seeing the undead. Just as he was about to admit defeat, a slap weighing several hundred pounds hit his mouth, breaking two rows of white teeth. He was unable to speak for a moment.

The lord raised his palm as big as a palm fan high in the air and gave the opponent dozens of slaps weighing hundreds of pounds for free. In order to prevent the opponent from thanking him, he also considerately slapped the opponent's mouth first.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

In just two or three short beats, the bishop was slapped countless times, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and everyone in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

"You tyrant! Bishop Kerman has admitted defeat!" The Tayloris clergy who were watching could not bear to see their bishop being treated so cruelly. They were like an incompetent husband watching his wife being bullied. They could only stand up with tears of helplessness.

"The time's up." The lord calculated the time in his mind and threw the other person to the ground like a dead pig.

The heavy body touched the ground, making Kman feel so grounded. He used up his last bit of strength to turn over and lie flat on the ground. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sun in the sky, but he felt so small.

"Duke Levi of Derby has won again! What a wonderful battle!" Haaland's excited voice came from the first floor of the audience seats.

I'm afraid your Majesty is the only one present who is enjoying the duel wholeheartedly.
Both battles ended in an unexpected and funny way. Apart from the nobles who lost miserably, the painters suffered the most.

There was no time to draw the first battle, but there was enough time for them to outline the second battle. But were they going to record the scene where Bishop Taylor was slapped by the Lord of Highcliff Castle?

If they really recorded it and let it be passed down through the ages, they would probably be hated by the people of Taylorism.

"Never mind. At worst, I can just run to High Cliff Castle. I heard that Lord Levi is very kind to painters. There is a famous painter named Li Finch working under him."

A painter gritted his teeth, waved the dye, and a masterpiece of "The Lord of High Cliff Castle violently beating Bishop Taylor" appeared on the paper.

……

The third and fourth games were both battles against the Zhaidai puppets of the Holy Sith Kingdom. According to the order, the fourth game should have been against Archbishop Liro.

However, the Lord specifically requested that the Holy Sith Kingdom be dealt with first. After all, the strongest one has to be left until the end in order to make money.

The lord who had been "fighting hard" finally agreed to rest for half an hour.

"Brother-in-law, we made a fortune!"

As soon as he came off the stage and changed back into normal clothes, Mil found the lord, grinning with his mouth wide open and unable to close.

In these four games alone, they made a net profit of more than 70,000 gold grams, which was faster than robbing money.

Although they brought back hundreds of thousands of gold from the south, that was at least earned through a real fight, and these 70,000 gold were just a flood of money just by talking. "In the last game, almost everyone bet that you, brother-in-law, could win within ten pulses. You lost once, otherwise you could have earned more."

"It's okay, let them earn money first. The real money-making one is the last game." The lord smiled mysteriously.

The reason why he had to fight four games in a row before leaving was to create an image of his great strength in the minds of gamblers. In these four games, he deliberately defeated his opponents in ten pulses or something like that. He even did not delay time in the last game when most people had already bet that he could beat his opponent in ten pulses.

"Use this half time to spread the word and try to get everyone in the arena to place bets."

Levi discussed the details with Mir again and left.

The real purpose of his rest was to give Leighton and others time to collect the money.

After returning to the lounge, the lord had just sat down when he was immediately greeted with a flood of flattery.

No one is a fool, and everyone knows that Sir Li has become a new towering tree in Derby.

The other party's territory may be small, but his strength is undoubtedly at the top. It is best not to offend such a person easily.

Because they don't want the other party to ride a dragon over their castle one day.

Not to mention that the other side had won four games in a row, which meant that Debe was about to win a big victory in the Three Kingdoms duel, which would win Debe a lot of territory, and the stakes would also save face.

There is no need to elaborate on the reputation. After this duel, the opponent will definitely be known in all the taverns and streets of Derby, and even in Taylors and the Holy Sith Kingdom. His reputation can only be described as dazzling.

This Three Kingdoms bet, involving territory, mermaids and dragons, is so legendary that it deserves to be told over and over again.

Therefore, even the nobles whose status was not much different from theirs did not mind lowering their posture, helping the lord and serving him tea and water.

"Levi, although Li Luo is also a mage, he is definitely different from the Bishop Taylor mentioned above. The gap between the two is like that between an ant and an elephant. You must take it seriously."

Old Gray, with a beaming face, was explaining to the lord about the Archbishop of Tyrese, the successor to the next Pope.

The Duke of the Western Territory did not expect to win four games in a row. There was only one condition for winning this duel, and that was that there was still someone from that side standing in the arena.

Therefore, even if the Lion Hunter Knight loses, as long as they can cause some damage to the opponent and create opportunities for Mandela, Derby still has a great chance of winning.

"No matter whether it's an ant or an elephant, what difference does it make in front of a dragon?" The lord put his legs on the table, picked up an apple and took a bite, his arrogance was obvious.

Duke Grey had already seen how stubborn the other party was. He thought that persuading the other party was not as good as persuading a nun to become a prostitute. He could only smile bitterly and said, "Levi, you are too young and impetuous."

"If you don't have a strong temper, can you still be called a young man?" Levi smiled proudly, infinitely frivolous.

"Oh no, something happened!" At this moment, Ferro broke open the luxurious mahogany door and rushed into the house, panting heavily: "Lord Levi, the situation is not favorable for us. I just learned that this guy Li Luo has been promoted to a legend!"

Everyone present was shocked, and Levi frowned: "Is it so easy to be promoted to Legend?"

He himself is still stuck in the epic realm, and it seems like it will be a long time before he has to go through any trials to advance to the legendary realm.

I didn't expect that the other party would promote me just like that. To be honest, the lord is feeling a little unbalanced.

"A magician does not need any trials to advance to Legendary level. All he needs to do is transcend the limitations of traditional spellbooks and understand the underlying mysteries of magic, such as comprehending the original magic or condensing the core of the mystery."

Unexpectedly, Fadil also came with Ferro. She knew very well what the lord was thinking, so she explained.

"Don't think it's easy for a magician to become a legendary magician. In fact, countless magicians have never taken this step in their entire lives."

"Li Luo is a magician who has been praised as the 'number one magician' below the legendary level in the Seven Kingdoms in the past hundred years. He advanced to become a mage at the age of twenty-five, and was stuck for fifty years until now when he finally realized the advancement."

"If he can't comprehend it this time, I'm afraid he won't have another chance in his life."

"And the Holy Word Book only needs to pass the trial to become a legend."

"To put it simply, only smart people can advance to the rank of magician, but even a fool can advance to the rank of Holy Word as long as he passes the trial." The lord was speechless, but had to admit that he was indeed not cut out for practicing magic.

"You can say that." Fatih wanted to laugh for some reason, but there was no expression on his face.

Old Gray sighed and patted Levi on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Levi. You have done enough. We can only blame the gods for not standing on our side. Who would have thought that the other party would suddenly advance to the legendary level at such a critical moment."

He originally hoped that Levi might be able to deal with this magician who was "the best spellcaster below legendary level", but when he learned that the other party had advanced, this thought was like a leaf on the stormy sea, and was instantly sucked into the bottomless abyss.

Even if the opponent has just been promoted to a legend, a legend is still a legend, and is completely different from an epic.

"Yeah, if Levi loses, then he loses. Anyway, you will be promoted to a legend sooner or later, and then you can get your revenge." Ferro also comforted him, and he cared about his safety more than the lord himself.

"Don't worry, Levi. Her Holiness the Pope is here. As long as you are not beaten to death on the spot, she can save you."

Fatih raised the corners of his mouth slightly and actually started a joke.

"Damn it." The Lord was so angry that he said unhappily, "I can beat three of these idiots with one hand."

At this time, of course no one dared to refute. They all nodded in unison, focusing on the emotional value of their own Sir Alex Ferguson being invincible, but in their hearts they did not hold out any hope.

The battle record of the Lord of Highcliff Castle is indeed dazzling, but the opponent's is not bad either, otherwise he would not be known as "the best spellcaster below the legendary level", especially now that the opponent has been promoted to a legendary level.

The Lion Hunting Knight on their side is still an epic. Although it is much stronger than the average epic, everyone feels that as long as he is not promoted to a legend, he is still in the category of mortals.

At this time, it is clear who is Jinkela and who is farm manure.

"Fero, go and ask Leighton and the others to publicize the other party's promotion to legendary status!" The lord suddenly remembered something and said excitedly.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that!" Ferro clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "Everyone will definitely vote for you to lose now. Then we will bet on how long you can hold on..."

"You little bastard, you're just hoping that I, the lord, will lose, right?" Levi kicked Ferro, who hadn't even finished speaking, and knocked him to the ground.

(End of this chapter)