Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

It seems to me that there should be a bet. " said a paladin.

"Yes, I think there should be bets too!" Mick exclaimed.

Although Rapper defeated them, he might not be able to defeat Er Er Knight Commander.

"What's the bet?" Er looked at him and asked, "If you win, I can give up the position of knight commander, how about you?"

"I won't lose." Leibert said coldly.

He will only lose to Krystal, and no one else.

"Woo..." the knights shouted one after another.

"If you lose, leave His Majesty's side and be a paladin in peace." Er pointed his sword at him.

"If I lose, I will leave the Holy See." Leippert pulled out his sword, and the blade rubbed against the scabbard, making an extremely pleasant and exciting sound.

The contest is imminent.

"Where's Lei Bote?" Shen Chun asked the attendants beside him after finishing his routine prayers and disappeared.

"Your Majesty the Pope, Knight Rapper was called to a sword competition by the Knight Commander of Orr. He asked me to tell you." The attendant said respectfully.

"Tsk..." Shen Chun smiled and whispered, "Isn't it good to live?"

"What did you say?" The attendant didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I'll go back first." Shen Chun waved his hand and said.