Infinite Gentleman

"That's not appropriate, right?"

"What's wrong, it's okay. It's for Wright to join the Knights of the Round Table to accumulate credit. My business doesn't matter at all."

"but……"

"It doesn't need to say anything, but Wright just needs to be obedient!"

He could hear Mordred's voice with persistence. After thinking about it a little sincerely, he had to accept it.

"Then I will trouble you for now, Attendant Mordred."

"--Don't bring up your name!"

Thus, the great adventure of Ranger Knight Wright Baldwin began.

In the land of Britain, a new knight star is emerging.

Wright Baldwin, a Latin who claims to be a supporter and admirer of King Arthur, has made many commendable deeds on the way of the Ranger.

Defeating the robbers blocking the path, defeating every knight who appeared in front of him and challenged him, these were nothing. What is really commendable is that he defeated dozens of knights to win the championship in the Kings of Cornwall tournament.

As a knight tournament, no lord will refuse the participation of any ranger from far away. Only in this case can an unknown young knight have a chance to rise above others.

Well, even though it is said that, most of the time, it is not the fledgling knights who win the victory, but the powerful and veteran guys.

Especially after King Arthur founded the Knights of the Round Table, the champion of similar knight tournaments is usually won by the Knights of the Round Table.

And because there are so many knights coming from various places, the servants of the castle are very indifferent to the sincere and unknown newcomers.

They were not even invited into the castle. King Martin of Cornwall hosted a banquet and did not give them an invitation.

In the end, sincere and Mordred could only find townspeople to stay in the small town outside the castle-this is also the treatment that most rookie knights deserve.

"What's the matter? They are really inferior." Mordred was indignant at this.

"Okay, okay, they don't know, you, inconspicuous little attendant, is the great Knight of the Round Table Mordred-would you like to have a drink, the ale here tastes good." Persuaded with a sincere smile.

After receiving the ale from Sincerity, Mordred drank it all in one fell swoop: "I just feel uncomfortable-Ming Wright, your strength is much better than those so-called knights."

"Yes, yes, but I don't have that great reputation." Sincerely smiled and shook his head.

"But you have defeated a lot of knights, and you have also defeated a lot of bandits who cut the path. Isn't that enough?"

"..." Speaking of this, my sincerity blushed a little-whenever he defeated a knight who had met and waaagh came over without saying a word, Mordred, who pretended to be an attendant, would yell: " It was the great ranger knight Wright Baldwin who defeated you! Remember this name!"

This kind of deeds of secondary 2 makes sincere feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, Britain is full of mountains and plains, and no matter who you encounter, the ranger knights who are reckless, make sincere feel very uncomfortable.

At first he thought it was just Mordred's exaggeration, but he didn't expect what she said was true. After the knights who are not familiar with each other here, the first thing is to go to the other party waaagh without hesitation.

Are they neurotic? Excessive blood, right? !

However, thanks to such enthusiasm, sincerity can easily level up and accumulate the experience of knight battles-that is, riding on a war horse, and then clamp the lance to charge the opponent. Whoever hits can win-and fortunately the armor casting technology in this world is excellent, and the knights are also very strong, even if they are dismounted by a high-speed war horse and a lance, they will probably not die...

Of course, if you die, you don't even say it sincerely. There are weak chickens and unlucky ghosts in every world. They choose the road by themselves, and they can't blame others for death.

After dozens of similar battles, sincere can already proudly claim that he is an excellent knight

"So, as long as you can win the tournament, there is no problem. At that time, no matter the residence in the castle or the king's banquet, we will be invited." He said in a sincere tone and relaxed, and started to make the bed-- Don't know when it will start, he is used to sleeping with Mordred.

"Then you have to win." Mordred was a little worried: "If it's someone else, that's fine, but this time, Lancelot will also play, Lancelot, bastard. "

"What's wrong, Lancelot is not a monster." The sincere tone was still relaxed.

"If it's a walking battle, it's fine. You and him are about forty or six, but if it's a mounted battle... Wright, you probably won't even have a 10% chance of winning." Mordred said confidently." Although I am not reconciled. But that guy is really strong like a monster."

"Hahaha, that's it, it's okay even if you lose." Sincerely smiled again: "Anyway, I've never been a good combat role. Compared to a knight, I think I'm more qualified as a military officer, or rather A role like a magician."

"Wright!"

"Okay, okay, even if you say that, you should lose or you will lose." Sincerity is like calming a cat with fried hair, gently stroking Mordred's hair: "There will always be a way, and , Even if it is defeated, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the opponent is the legendary knight, the chief of the knights of the round table, so even losing to the opponent is nothing."

"..." I don't know if the sincere words worked, or because of other reasons, Mordred stopped talking.

"Then go to bed, and get up early tomorrow." Said sincerely.

Just like this, the two people lay on the same bed and soon fell asleep.

Then again, the next day.

"Mordred, aren't you going?" asked neatly and sincerely.

"What are you going to do? See how you were defeated by Lancelot?" The girl seemed to be still tantrums, sincerely did not take it seriously, smiled, and went out, leading her horse and riding her own ride. Guns, shields and sabers went to the competition field, after confirming the registration, they entered the competition area.

Looking around, the same young knights stared at each other like a cockfight. Sincerity is funny, although in the eyes of outsiders, they belong to the same class, but sincere attitude is very detached.

"However, even though I said that to Mordred, if I can, I really want to win." I thought so sincerely. At the same time, I looked to the opposite side, the contestant area that was obviously more gorgeous than the "Novice Area".

The armor is bright, and there are a large number of servants and servants waiting at the same time. The famous knights gather together and communicate with each other. To be more specific, they are like stars Gongyue, surrounded by two handsome knights. .

A knight with short blond hair and looking quite sunny-King Arthur's nephew, the second seat of the Knights of the Round Table, knight Gawain. The other is the eternal protagonist, the knight among the knights, who has the best martial arts and the most perfect character-at least people think so.

The knight on the lake, the flower of the knight, the knight with dark purple hair drifting away, and a trace of sadness on his face for some reason, Lancelot.

"It's really eye-catching." Sincerely thought so. At the same time, I don't know if Lancelot and Gawain stopped chatting because they felt the sincere sight. The two turned their heads together and looked at the original sincere battlefield.

The eyes of the three were intertwined, and then the two older knights were slightly surprised and nodded slightly towards sincerity. Sincerity will return one by one.

"That young man, very good." Lancelot praised others in a rare way.

"Well, yes, I think so too." Knight Gawain smiled and nodded, responding.

At the same time, the trumpeters raised their trombones, and after a burst of excitement, the civilians onlookers began to cheer loudly.

"Let's get started." Gawain nodded to Lancelow: "Maybe there is a chance to say hello to that young man."

"Yeah." The two immediately turned on their horses, but did not rush out the first time-even though the Cornwall King's competition field was wide enough. But it can't accommodate all the Cavaliers playing together.

As real powerhouses, Gawain and Lancelot have the right, and they should wait for a while, first of all give the opportunity of performance to those young people.

Also, slightly reduce the number of contestants.

"The winner of this competition must be me!"

Just like any time, the young knights couldn't wait to turn on their horses, then rushed out to find a good target and opponent, and then began to fight each other. From time to time, there were the wailing of the knights falling from the horse, and the metal sound of guns and swords.

The performance of the knights stimulated the surrounding audience, and their cheers became more eager. At the same time, the ladies and ladies watching the battle were also eagerly discussing which knight is more brave and which one is more suitable to be their husband——