Time flies. Three days later at noon, the sun was scorching and the arena was crowded with people.
The extremely noble King of Swadia, Harlaus X, who was made of dragon blood and phoenix marrow, arrived as promised.
The people of the town of Uxhall enthusiastically cheered and adored the king.
The core position in the Colosseum's stands has been reserved for the king.
Several seats with good views around were arranged in order according to the earl's degree of nobility. Many lords from other towns and fortresses also came to join in the fun.
Although he was not his real father, this traitor who killed his father was truly disgusting.
Being framed and wrongly accused, as well as the rage of revenge for his father, gradually ignited De Lassel...
In the middle of the arena, De Lassel was wearing red athletic armor, a pair of high-quality leather boots, holding a Germanic sword, looking murderous, with a shawl hanging on his head, and was ready.
"The time has come, two barons, let us begin and see whom God has chosen."
King Harlaus raised his right hand and waved it gently, announcing the official start of the duel.
De Lassel rushed forward as fast as a meteor, swinging his sword.
In an instant, the two men fought together and fought for four or five rounds. There was a violent collision between the iron swords, and sparks flew.
De Lassel did not rely on his superb swordsmanship, but simply relied on his absolute advantage in strength to make his brother gradually unable to resist. His brother's hand holding the sword was shaking, his palm was cracked, and blood was flowing out.
My brother was shocked at this moment. Why the hell are you taking drugs today? You are so much stronger than before. It is easy for me to abuse you normally...
"I won't let you go today, you father-killing, ruthless scum!" De La Serre cursed his brother furiously and beat him so hard that he didn't even have time to breathe or speak.
He took advantage of the situation and, after a swift and powerful straight thrust of the sword, followed by a violent side elbow with his left hand, headed straight for the opponent's collarbone and jaw.
My brother was already sweating profusely and barely managed to block the sword's thrust. He was unable to dodge the second thrust and was hit hard by the elbow.
As a result, he fell to the ground in a panic, swallowed a mouthful of sand, and was unable to get up. The scarf on his head flew several meters away.
"It's time to get your lunch, scumbag."
De La Serre whispered to his brother, maybe he never understood what it meant to die...
He gathered strength in both hands and thrust the sword angrily at the forehead. The force was so great that the skull was shattered into pieces. The eyes and teeth were all blown out. The scene was bloody.
[Gain 200 character experience points]
[Get 100 gold dinars]
[Honor value +1, reputation +10]
[System prompt: Oh my, you are so good at pretending. Give this guy a good beating.]
Looking at the results of his battle, De La Serre cursed inwardly: Damn, this poor bastard! It seems that he has been eating, drinking, whoring and gambling a lot, and he is short of money!
[System prompt: I hope you will not have this bad hobby like him in the future. ]
The one-sided result of the duel was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone thought that the elder brother was the one who would surely win. This reversal made the audience present excited!
The king saw everything and was quite satisfied. He slowly walked to De La Serre and said, "Baron, what is your name?"
De La Serre knelt on one knee, looked at the king devoutly and responded:
"Your Majesty, my name is De La Serre."
"Very good, Earl De La Serre. From today on, you will inherit your father's title and fiefdom. The three villages under his jurisdiction will also all belong to you. You can have your own flag and recruit troops in my name. Now, please swear allegiance to the Kingdom of Swadia."
The duel was no pressure for De Lassel, as he had spent an entire night memorizing the words to the oath.
Damn, it’s too long…
"I swear my loyalty to you, King Harlaus, the legitimate ruler of Swadia. As long as I am alive, I will be your loyal subordinate. When you need me, I will fight the enemy to the death."
[Obtained fief: Town - Uxhall]
[Obtained fief: Village - Norma]
[Obtained fiefdom: Village - Eberron]
[Obtained fief: Village - Tal]
"Very good, Count De La Serre, please serve the Kingdom of Swadia wholeheartedly in the future." The king accepted it with a smile.
Next, a lavish dinner was held at Uxhall.
The dinner included beef, chicken, sausage, honey, malt liquor, vegetables and fruits.
Although they gained a lot of territory, that damn King Harlaus actually packed up and took away all the troops, horses, and property of the original lord!
Leaving an empty city to De Lassel, Harlaus had no worries and was not at all worried about developing too fast.
It seems that the royal power also pays most attention to the gains and losses of interests. To them, feelings are not worth mentioning.
No one mentioned the real murderer who assassinated the lord again.
The next day, the king left satisfied, and the other lords and earls also returned to their respective fiefdoms.
De Lassel didn't have a single soldier at the moment, so going to the village to recruit his own army became the most important thing.
[Uxhall and its three subordinate villages collected a total of 0 dinars this week. 】
[A village can recruit 3 Swadian recruits per week, the price is 10 dinars each. 】
What? 0 dinar?
It seems that my father really plundered everything in the past.
Full recruitment.
[Obtained 9 Swadian recruits, and the remaining gold coins are 2010 dinars. ]
[You do not have the "Coach" skill. Currently you can only gain experience from the battlefield and upgrade recruits. ]
Very good, so a few more of them will die on the way to upgrading, which is really "good" news.
Just when De Lassel was feeling depressed, the system came online automatically.
[New Mission]
[Go to the Eastern Abyss Mountains to seek help from the dragon clan. ]
[Note: Troops need food to march, otherwise they will starve to death. One person eats 5 dinars of food a day.]
He had always thought that only horses and donkeys could be ridden, but when he heard about the existence of dragons, De La Serre immediately became interested. If he could really ride a dragon to fly, fighting would be much simpler and more brutal.
He checked his current equipment column:
Plain linen headscarf
Plain linen
Ordinary leather boots
Ordinary leather gloves
Common Germanic sword
Stubborn Traveling Horse
[Requires the skill "Riding 1", currently "Riding 0", cannot be ridden. ]
What the hell! I still have to walk to that mountain range! ?
As expected, she is really stubborn not to insult this name...
System, how to obtain skills?
[No specific method yet, please continue the game. ]
Very good, really “very good”.
Count De La Serre decided to set out with five Swadian recruits, and the remaining four recruits were stationed at the four gates of Uxhall in the east, south, west and north.
One person is stationed in each place as a guard to perform the most basic duties of standing guard and guarding the gate.