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"There is another precious tradition, and that is our traditional repertoire..."

When the monarch said this, he laughed for some reason.

Dylan looked at the monarch inexplicably, and the envoys and paladins around him were equally confused.

Looking at the two sides of the long table, the paladin on the right has a long face like water, but the consul on the left has already covered the upper half of his face with his hands, full of powerlessness, obviously anticipating what will happen next.

The monarch clapped his hands heavily.Figures appeared in the dark passages on both sides, and a group of girls poured into the banquet hall.

Those girls wore light gauzes with bright colors, but they couldn't hide their graceful figures.As soon as they entered the arena, they brought laughter and laughter.

"Lovely messenger, do you want me to pour you some wine?"

A blonde came around Dylan's back and blew hot air into his earlobe.

Dylan shivered and looked around in horror, trying to understand what was going on.

After a good dinner, why are there so many beautiful women suddenly appearing?

And...and besides that layer of gauze, there is almost nothing underneath...

"Which girl you like, just have a good chat with her." The monarch sat down leisurely, "Maybe she can accompany you to relieve your loneliness tonight."

As soon as this remark came out, Dylan couldn't understand that these girls were summoned by the monarch to serve the contestants here.But I don't know what's the point of this?Did the Monarch think that doing this the night before the race would put the contestants at ease?

Thinking that this is the "traditional repertoire" in the mouth of the monarch, Dylan felt sick to his stomach.

Facing the flinging and hugging of the girls, the four paladins each chose one and hugged each other to make fun of it.

This scene was not unexpected, but Dylan took a closer look, and Repa didn't do it.

Won't you join forces with other paladins?This is really abnormal...

As for the envoys who abide by the rules and regulations, have they ever seen such a scene? Two of them jumped up on the spot and ran away to pray to God.The other two sat stiffly in place, looking like they wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch, and wanted to escape but didn't dare to escape.

"Lovely messenger, what are you thinking?" The soft object touched his skin, and the fragrance was accompanied by the smell of powder. The girl's tone was a little dissatisfied, "Isn't I enough to occupy your heart?"

Dylan reached out to block the girl, using the tone of an official spokesperson.

"My heart belongs to God. Just like any other messenger."

"Oh." The blonde looked down at him, smiling, "I know you messengers like prudishness the most. What the hell, you're not priests, no one asks you to be abstinent." She kissed Dylan hard on the face He pressed down, leaving a red lip print, "Lovely messenger, take me back to your room, I'll teach you what happiness is."

"Ma'am, I know you're only paid to work." Dylan moved aside, "but can you let me go and serve someone else?"

The blonde girl sat down next to him, "No, this is where you look the cutest, I hate smelly muscular men."

Dylan twitched the corner of his mouth, he really didn't think "cute" was a good adjective.This shows that he is neither handsome nor mature, and it also implies that he does not even have muscles.is that so?Dylan thought about it for a moment, and suddenly an idea occurred to him to deal with the blonde.

It's not really an idea, it's just an honest statement.

When Dean came back to his senses, he found that the blonde was lying on his chest, fumbling with her hands dishonestly. "Ah, wait, what are you doing." He pushed the blonde away, but she grabbed her arm with her backhand and wrestled with him with a smile on her face, as if she thought it was fun.

"Ma'am, ma'am!" Dylan stopped the girl. "It just occurred to me that we actually have something in common."

The blonde showed a curious look, "Really, what do they have in common?"

coming soon.Dylan took a deep breath and put on his most serious expression.

"We all like dicks," Dylan said. "Man's dick."

"..."

Great to finally go.

Dylan tidied up his messy collar and watched the blonde walk to the long table, wrapping her white arms around the long neck of the paladin.The paladin commander didn't push her away, but just sat like a sculpture, not looking sideways. Compared with the monarch next to him hugging and laughing, it can be said that he is extremely puzzled.Yet the blonde still stalks him, looking happy.

After all, no matter how incomprehensible the style is, it is still better than a twister like myself.

Dylan stuck out his tongue and turned to avoid the sight of the Paladin Commander.

The monarch inspected the circle, his eyes fell on the small table of the paladin, and his face showed surprise.

"My dear Sir Repa," said the sovereign, "you don't even like the girls here?"

Everyone looked at Repa.I saw him standing up, blushing, "I..."

The world is so strange.Dylan thought.The envoys are not close to women and keep chastity, which is praised by the Holy See, even though their marriage is actually allowed.At the same time, the paladins have an unwritten rule that they will never refuse a woman.

Many paladins are away all year round, so they must take into account their physical needs.Under this premise, it seems normal to accept all comers.But Dylan has heard that the need has evolved into a fad.Those who cannot conquer women may be seen as not manly enough, and may even be ridiculed and excluded.

So what if a paladin likes men?Dylan thought amusedly, propping his chin on his hands.

"I...I..." Repa stammered for a long time, and finally said as if unable to bear the pressure, "I have a wife."

"Are you married?" asked the sovereign.

"Not yet." Repa said, "Isn't it not long since I came back..."

The Paladin Commander suddenly turned his head and said, "Your Majesty."

This was the first time Dylan heard the Paladin Commander speak tonight.

The voice was thick and deep, hitting Dylan's heart like a drumbeat.

"Repa wishes to stay in Mabia." said the chief paladin. "This good brother has been away for a year and a year. He once promised his fiancée that he would get married, but he has been unable to fulfill his wish. Now that he is finally back, we can no longer let his The fiancée has been waiting for a long time."

"Alright." The monarch nodded, "After the game, Repa can freely choose where to go."

Repa was overjoyed, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "Thank you for your majesty's gift."

Facing this scene, Dylan shook his head secretly.These paladins can't even decide their own destiny, and they have to listen to the monarch's orders in every move, which is really sad.But when Dylan changed his mind, he couldn't help but calm down when he thought that he wasn't much better.

The envoy directly obeys the bishop, but the difference is that he has changed his boss, so he is still not free.

The four paladins got up and took the four girls.

The envoys left the table one after another and returned to their rooms.

Dylan goes for a walk with her therapist friend.

That's how the banquet ended.

Dylan had a therapist friend named Dingler, one of the best therapists in the Vatican.

Although the friendly match is coming to an end, no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the middle.

So, that's why a therapist is needed.In order to deal with possible emergencies.

Therapist Dingler got into a tent before the game started.Dylan tried to follow, but was stopped by guards.Dylan had no choice but to give up and returned to the waiting room where the contestants were preparing.The consul was talking to the other four emissaries, but when he saw Dylan approaching, he smiled and told him to relax.

He was the last one to play, so of course it was easy.

Dylan opened the window to look at the field outside, and was taken aback.This palace was very clean yesterday, but today there were many people in the stands. Judging by their clothes, they must be from famous families, bright and beautiful, and the whole stand was filled to the brim.

It turns out that this friendly match still needs spectators.Dylan touched his head.

That's right, under the watchful eyes of everyone, whoever loses can't make up for it.

The envoys came out one by one, and whenever one of them left the waiting room, the consul followed up nervously, accompanied the envoy out of the passage, to the edge of the arena, and then returned.Dylan stayed in the lounge all the time, watching the situation on the field.When the fight reaches a fierce point, there will be a burst of applause in the stands, applause as if watching a show, and then calm down.

The calm didn't last long, when there was a commotion outside, which made the Consul jump up and rushed to Dylan's side to check.

"What happened?" the Consul asked.

Dylan saw the process clearly and replied, "The game is suspended. The paladin is injured."

"What? We won't be convicted of a violation." The consul bit his nails, "This is the fourth match..."

The results of the first three games were one win and two losses.The Paladins are ahead.

It sounds a bit unbelievable, but according to Dylan's observation, this is because the rules of the game are inherently biased.

It stands to reason that the messenger is more specialized in magic.But paladins can not only cast magic, but also use weapons.The messengers are forbidden to use weapons, nor can they use magic to destroy the arena.In this case, the envoy has no advantage at all in fighting the paladin, and can only keep the distance as far as possible.

If there were any restrictions on paladins in the rules of the game, it would probably be that they forbid attacking deadly places, and this rule was also applicable to envoys.

Small scratches are inevitable, but paladins pay attention to actual combat, and restricting them in this respect is tantamount to restricting their attacking ability.

Lying by the window, Dylan watched the referee below communicate with the two contestants, presumably weighing the opinions of both parties.

The consul couldn't stand it any longer, turned around and rushed out.After a while, Dylan saw the Consul appearing below, arguing with the referee.

There was a creak behind him, and Dylan suddenly turned around.

A tall figure appeared by the door.

Paladin commander?Dylan took a breath, turned around completely, and leaned against the window, feeling nervous.

This is the messenger's rest room, why did the chief paladin appear here?Shouldn't it be on the other side's side?

"Uh... that, sir..." Dylan suddenly couldn't remember the other person's name, and stammered, "...sir... no, sir, you, why are you here?"

The paladin leader remained silent and strode forward.

Dylan stood stiffly where he was.Usually he doesn't behave like this, even with the former headmaster and the current bishop, he will be a little more natural than this.Dylan couldn't tell what was wrong with him.It may be that the scar on the paladin's face is really scary.

Seeing this huge monster getting closer and closer to him, Dylan felt his throat dry and swallowed involuntarily, but unexpectedly, the Paladin Commander passed him directly and came to the window to look down.Dylan was stunned.

Could it be... Do you think the envoy's lounge has a better view?

To reduce embarrassment, Dylan ran to open the door.

Anyway, he's about to debut, so it's time to go out.

"Messenger Dylan."

The rough voice suddenly spoke.

Dylan looked back and saw the Paladin Commander by the window facing him, "Good luck."

Just to say this?Dylan stroked his hair, and the tension seemed to ease.

"Thank you." He gave a military salute, and quickly closed the door after he went out.