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Before leaving the room, Dylan confirmed several times that he had nothing to bring.

Normally, Dylan wouldn't be this nervous.It's nothing to be nervous about either.

If it's just for a spring outing, Dylan won't even lock the door, let alone care about what he brought.It took so long to prepare, nothing more than to help myself buffer my emotions.He is going to see the head of the paladin soon, so he can't be too unseemly.

It wasn't because Dylan admired the Paladin Commander.

If he said that, he had too many objects of admiration.

At the academy, Dylan would get nervous every time he saw the principal.

While in the Vatican, the cause of Dylan's nervousness turned out to be the bishop.

To put it bluntly, he has a subconscious awe of the majestic image.

It wasn't the first time Dylan had met the Paladin Commander.While still at the academy, Dylan had seen the paladin leader many times, mostly just glancing at him from a distance.Even if I was lucky enough to get close, I just passed by and missed a conversation.

Later, as time passed, Dylan gradually lost sight of the presence of the Paladin Leader in the academy.Later, Dylan had already graduated, and I heard that the Paladins were dispatched again to suppress the backward Misyanika.Of course the Paladin Commander also went.That hero will stay in the capital forever.

Dylan came to the meeting place and found the figures of his colleagues.They are all waiting for the consul.

The consul was the last to arrive, wiping his sweat as he walked, panting.

"Oh, I'm getting old, I can't run anymore."

Unlike Dylan and his colleagues, the consul is one of the Vatican's public relations managers.Dylan is very familiar with the consul. Every time there is a trivial press conference, public event, or festival celebration, the consul will go to Dylan and ask him if he wants to come and help.

It's not that Dylan has never declined, but it's not easy to refuse every time, just like rushing ducks to the shelves, serving tea and water and running errands.

But this is by no means Dylan's job.Nor did Dylan become an emissary to do odd jobs for the PR department.

Seeing that the consul had arrived, they got on their horses and headed outside.

The Holy See is located in the northwest corner of the capital, some distance away from the streets.

Dylan rode a horse through the streets, receiving the attention of countless onlookers along the way.

Riding a horse is kind of old school, isn't it?The concept of the Holy See is also very old.The same goes for Paladins.But people have long stopped asking: why are there princes and commoners in this world; why are there people who fly with wings in the sky; why are there metal weapons that can be more deadly than bows and arrows; why living here can receive the strictest protection... …

These are certainly not peaceful times, but they are undergoing crucial changes.

"Here we are."

Greeted by the consul, Dylan landed on the ground and handed over the white horse to the staff.

Then Dylan raised his head, followed the crowd, and looked at the gorgeous building in front of him.

A huge banner hangs from the edge of the eaves, hanging down, showing handwriting.

"Welcome everyone...Qianlai...come to participate in...Fayi...Friendly Match."

When Dylan read the words on the banner, it always felt like a drunkard's ghost.

According to the consul, the feast tonight was small.

Dylan and his colleagues entered the banquet hall and sat at small tables.

There was a long table at the front, obviously not for them.

After casually scanning the surrounding area, Dylan drank his tea.

The consul chatted softly with the servants in the hall, and then sat down to the left of the long table.

The paladins all came in one by one and gathered around other small tables, a little far away from Dylan.

Not long after, another man came in and sat on the right side of the long table.

The man was in civilian clothes, so Dylan almost didn't recognize him. He was the Paladin Commander.He didn't look like the paladin commander at all, at least not the one he remembered.His face is dusty, and the civilian clothes on his body make him more a farmer than a farmer.The only familiar place is the scar on his face.Dylan took a rough look, and couldn't count how many flaws there were on that face.But to the chief paladin, these ugly marks should only be medals showing military exploits, not a so-called defect.

After the monarch also appeared and sat in the middle of the long table, the banquet began soon.

"Warriors, it's time to gather together again and celebrate friendship!" The monarch raised his beer glass and looked around at the people on the small table. "Tomorrow you will go to the arena and show off your skills. Among the people present, there may be some Your opponents, but more importantly your comrades in arms. To all of us, to our comrades in arms!"

"Your Majesty!" the others yelled, before draining their cups.

He was the only one at Dylan's table.No other reason, just a coincidence.

But the coincidence put Dylan at ease.At least, you don't have to share meals with others.

Dylan remembers not to eat too much, so as not to affect tomorrow's performance.

Tomorrow is a friendly match.And this so-called friendly match is actually an exchange event jointly organized by the Holy See and the government. It is an annual event, and this year is just a routine.This is the first time for Dylan to participate, but anyone who has participated once does not have to participate the next time.

As for the specific communication, even if you ask a three-year-old child, you can give the correct answer: fight!

Every year, the Holy See and the government send troops to each other to symbolically fight a few times.Promoting friendship in name, actually cares about winning or losing.

After all, to put it inappropriately, the Holy See and the government are like old married couples, who agree on major issues and quarrel over minor issues.

There are many deadlocked issues, and they will all be decided in this gamble-like rough way.

Before the Holy See announced this year's entry list, Dylan had no idea that he would be selected as a contestant.

To become a contestant, two conditions must be met: one, the person is in the capital; two, the strength is sufficient.

The Holy See did not send him to lose.

Dylan took a sip of the soup, but still didn't understand the relationship.

Isn't he called to do chores all day long, and he is about to become a staff member in the public relations department?

Now the Holy See remembered that he was an envoy, and like other envoys, he was qualified to fight?

Really, if he knew that after entering the Holy See, he would face such a future, he might as well become a paladin.

Anyway, people are doing practical things.Defend the country, guard the border, charge into battle, and do not hesitate to shed blood on the battlefield.

Dylan admitted that his thinking was a bit extreme.However, picking up the sword in his hand and killing all the enemies in front of him is something he has longed for since he was a child.Like many boys of his age, he dreamed of being a hero, although when he grew up, he understood that the definition of a hero was far more complicated than he imagined.

Forget it, isn't it a heroic act to win glory for the Holy See?

Dylan picked up the teacup, using it as a cover, and turned his straightforward gaze to the small table opposite.

On that small table, there were three paladins eating and drinking.They all looked very hungry, not as reserved as the messengers, who could eat with their hands, never using spoons, knives and forks.Drink beer like water, gurgling, gurgling.

One of the paladins was the object of Dylan's observation.

Repa.Dylan remembered that was his name.

He was Dylan's rival and came last.

Dylan was also the last to appear.

At this moment, Repa was chewing chicken legs, talking and laughing loudly with the men at the same table.Those words are difficult to understand, just like dialects, and with something in their mouths, I am afraid that only they can understand.

The crooked teeth tore through the tender red chicken, stripped away the crispy skin, and sprayed golden crumbs all over the table.

Dylan found that not only himself, but other messengers were also looking at the table, and in the process of watching, they showed a look of disgust.Dylan had to admit, he felt a little sick.But at the same time, Dylan was a little curious, would the fried chicken become more fragrant and delicious if eaten like this?Otherwise, why would they eat like this?

The table of paladins had no scruples, and they didn't care about the reactions of the messengers.

Dylan picked up a fried chicken drumstick and, while no one was looking, secretly tried to eat like them.

...the taste doesn't seem to change.

Most importantly, it does not create the effect of a table full of crumbs.

Dylan put down the fried chicken in frustration, feeling a little queasy at the fat.

Eating the canteen of the Holy See every day, I am used to a life with less oil and less salt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the figure on the right side of the long table, and Dylan froze for a moment.

Has the chief paladin finished eating?Compared with others, it is really efficient.

But why keep staring at him?Did he get something weird?

Dylan wiped his mouth with a paper towel, worried, then wiped his face with a paper towel.

The consul has warned you to pay attention to your image outside and not lose people from the Holy See.

He was a poor kid from a commoner family, and he was as particular about it as the noble kids.

Dylan looked to the right side of the long table again, but in order to avoid eye contact, Dylan adopted a very cautious method, that is, looked from left to right, and pretended to glance at the paladin leader inadvertently, seeing that the other party was still looking at him , deep blue eyes, unpredictable meaning.

What is the chief paladin thinking?Dylan tensed unconsciously.

Do you think "this weak chicken will definitely not be able to beat Repa, don't worry"?But, if there is no need to worry, why do you keep looking at him?Maybe the chief paladin wants to observe his weakness and help Repa win tomorrow's game.

Deciding to follow suit, Dylan turned his head and stared at Repa with the air of staring through the iron plate.

"Respected contestants." The monarch suddenly said, standing up from his chair, "Listen to me and say a few words."

After attracting the audience's attention, the monarch announced, "It has been several years since I proposed to hold a friendly match. Although the results of our exchanges every year are different, and there are wins and losses for each other, there are some very meaningful ones. The tradition has not changed, such as the layout of this palace. Have you seen the banner outside?" The monarch said proudly, "I wrote an inscription for it five years ago, and it is still hanging under the eaves. Blowing rain and blowing, as usual without urging, this is the best portrayal of the spirit of dragon and tiger."

oh.Dylan thought.It turned out that the ghost painting talisman was written by His Majesty.