Tower of Karma

Head south in the form of a longitudinal crossing on the eastern side of Aquitania and join the war with a mask if you have a sword fight. Most are small venues, handmade gladiator fields surrounded by wooden fences, and the clues that come out are also low level.

"Take it and stand. There may be something glowing, no matter what kind of snail it is. Kill him instantly and he'll end up without looking at it. So how's that going? Take it and win. That is the challenge in Aquitania!

Take it and win as the arc challenges. I'm not bad at taking Alfred himself in the first place. However, in my father's sword, to kill goodness, it is forbidden, a sword that draws out the goodness of the opponent, then it is quite a challenge to win.

The Knight King's Row continues southwards, winning even in agony.

"Is that the king capital of Aquitania!?

"Mm? Ri! But I love you!

"Well, I've never been there, so I'm curious."

"No!

"Why?

"I borrowed money when I said I would cross the desert indefinitely. Tired of crossing the desert and forbidden. I spent the money."

"... who did you borrow it from?

"It is Galerius!

"... let's take a detour"

"Uhm!"

Alfred worked his intentions and sealed his curiosity. Even though it's a small sword fight, if you win it all, you'll get a lot of money as well. But they remained poor anyway.

"Win a sword fight. Money goes in. Travel. Less money. Win a sword fight. Money."

"... ok. That's enough there. Because it's certainly quick, and it can be a good experience. But why do you need to scatter so much!?

Alfred was shuddering in a puffy rage before a proper arc (over the calendar). It had crossed Aquitania and had now reached the city of Comata in northeastern Gallias. A strategic hub with a defensive line and one end of the border that bounces back interracial coming from the East, the city was built with co-financing with Aquitania. As a result, many warriors who remember their arms are all fat in the eyes.

Upon arrival, he debuted instantly and was forced to fight for three consecutive days, but not a single weak opponent. Arkas had a reputation for its technical level in Arkas, but here Comata sells its highly polished viability in action. Dastardly is tactics, palliative is skill. There are many fierce people who do not choose means to win.

I struggled, to take the victory away from them.

"You think you're scattering my money without any intention?

Alfred wandered in his glaring eyes. Even in old age, the pressure of a man called the Knight King is unusual. Alfred was still unable to emerge strong in the strength of a bottomless man.

"Earn money from swordfights and cross the city. This policy was perfect while I was there. I want to praise me! But there's a big problem with one sword fight. That's..."

Alfred drinks a complimentary toast to the atmosphere.

"I make too much money, that is. Bigger than ever, but here in Comata is never a big city. The gladiators themselves thrive as the breath of the warriors, whether they see it or do it, but their potential as a city will be low. Here the kid wins, stands to the top and leaves the city. This king gladiator of worldly entertainment is only a possession if it is the culmination of the admiration of the common people. I would carry too much money to travel...... now I buy a pair. If rumors spread, they might refuse to participate elsewhere. Not all of them are big cities like Arkas. And even in a big city, people outside tend to hate you? If so, the wasted gold shall be restored on the spot and only the road bank shall be left on hand. This is what locals like and tips for long journeys"

"... I'm sorry. Not enough thought."

Alfred was ashamed of himself. What Ark says is shooting straight. To say that you will make money is to say that you will take it from someone, and you will naturally have negative feelings if something that suddenly emerges from the outside makes rough money and leaves. That can't go on. Gladiators are entertaining. Gladiators don't get a job unless they like them. It's made up of heels and being loved as a villain, so it's unnecessary for the industry if it's only really harmful.

(And I've said it like that, but it's the nature of the warrior to want to have a feast if you have money on hand. No warrior can hold overnight money. I need to use it.

Next to Alfred ashamed of his own shallow carelessness, Ark drank the liquor out of every barrel. I get a slight, slight cheer from my surroundings. Another challenger collapses before Ark, the alcoholic, and a new challenger emerges from the hedge. And the bet begins again.

Everyone eats and drinks with Alfred's money, including the locals and the warriors he fought for. The pace of using up one's fortune overnight. The tavern is profitable, everyone is filled, and the money returns to this city. I guess this is correct as another form.

"... I'll eat too. It's a waste."

Except for Alfred's hard work.

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It means nothing if Alexis, the Golden Knight, goes outside, such as the stars he earned in Arkas. Local stars are Zara, such as becoming an unnamed newcomer if they go to the next city, and unless the more they cross the country, the more well-known they start at the bottom rank, unless that's also the gladiator of the gladiator king and fame. Same with Alfred and Toto Alexis.

But the entertainment side is not stupid with customers, of course. If you look at it several times, you'll know the skill of the warrior. They saw the victory he had piled up in the last five days. I learned of its strength. Scatter the money you earn even more, and it's growing in popularity for everyone, even though they're people outside.

If so, even though it starts at the bottom, the entertainment side will have to make matches like this.

"Come on, Alexis the Golden Knight, the supernova that appeared as a comet in this comata, the main impulse of northeastern Gallias. As we all know, his strength comes with origami. He pushed the powerful enemies alongside him and put his hand on the pinnacle at the fastest pace in the history of Comata! Against is our Comata hero, the shield that prevents interracial peoples, you know the Rhushuan of the Yang Sword!

Alfred breathed when he saw the samurai who showed up. Frontline with interracial peoples, I know there will be good warriors. But he was also a little, no, quite off that high average. That should be it too, he is not Lychuan of Garias.

It is Lushuan of Yang, one of the swords of Yin and Yang, the kaleidoscope of Galerius king of Aquitania. Alongside the shady Fabian, in Aquitania, the samurai made his valiant name after Garonne. Alfred, the young man of Arcadia, and his name is so well known.

"Oh, it's rigid to imitate the protagonist of that story. Some qualities are commensurate with that"

Rhushuan instantly spotted Alfred's power. No alarm.

(... can you beat me)

Soon the beginning signal was ringing. But Alfred can't move without measuring his opponent's power. The opposing Rhushuan slowly moves forward and approaches.

The top showdown between Arcadia and Garias, the final war between the coalition forces of Arcadia and Garias against justice, and the warriors who participated in and survived both are in front of us. The pressure made him look bigger than he was capable of. This is also power. The brilliance that achievements give birth to.

Something hard to get for Alfred, who lives in the Pacific world in his later days.

"You don't have to be so nervous. Do your best, come on."

Everything is spotted. More pressure, more breathing.

"Forget the challenge, use everything! Whether it's weakness first or not!

Rip a cheer and Ark's jab hits his ear. The amount of voice and the enthusiasm hidden in his voice woke him up. It is an indisputable fact that I feel the same weight that my father does not have on them. Still, he exchanges swords every day with his opponent with it.

I'm more scared now. What should I do?

"Phew... kovoo"

Deep, it penetrates the breath and relieves the forces of the whole body. Weakness on one, weakness on the other.

"... hey, I think I can make an interesting report to Your Majesty"

"I'm coming!

An original sword that mixes the moves and momentum you've ever gained. That 's--

"... what, what"

It was enough to bring a moment of silence to the bustling arena.

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The capital of the Kingdom of Aquitania, Lychuan, had his head bowed with respect before the throne. Face to face is Galerius, the wise king of Aquitania. The face stares intriguingly at his men.

"We exchanged swords with Alfred von Arcadia"

"Well, the defeat in Comata, the opponent is the son of the White Knight,"

"That's fast for you. The fact that he is hiding himself in a mask, the fact that he saw an illusion of the White Knight in the muscles of the sword, the fact that the First Prince of the Arcadia Kingdom is missing, and the fact that his guardian is the King of the Cavaliers Arc of Garnias, take a comprehensive look and wonder first and foremost for sure. There was a mask, so I'm guessing, but also in the years, I think it will fit."

"... did Lychuan of Aquitania, a warring warrior, lose to a mid teenage boy"

"It doesn't even depend on the face of it. Only in that respect, there was a hook."

"Well, you're hooked. It's no excuse."

"No way. This defeat was a critical death fight, but the implications differ for me in following the already falling line with him in the developing world. From now on, I won't beat him. He's so strong. Too strong."

"I see, that's where you say you're hooked"

"Yes, the White King, the samurai who said William was never a talented warrior. As you can see from his war history, his teens, early twenties, only fight opponents at a level he can win, and also, to deduce from that opponent's level, an arm somewhat superior. Then I got that sword at the end of the unrelaxed drill... but that's also too distorted to call it a sword genius"

"His son is too strong. I mean, did you get hooked on being a genius?"

"It will."

"Hmm, the First Prince certainly didn't have royal blood in him."

"Yes, I thought it was from the prestigious Taylor family."

Isn't that the blood of a warrior?

Galerius sighed. A serene, somewhere fun look. Lushuan also cheeks loose on the Lord's pleasant face, which he hasn't seen in a long time.

"Genius of mutation. Is something not going to happen in this Pacific world? I had a feeling it seemed interesting. Listen to me now, I can hear that footsteps, Lyushuan. How do you think he moves?

"After beating me to the top, I immediately left Comata for the next city"

"Oh, they keep winning there, too. I don't care if the man who beat my katana, Rhushuan, loses to the elephants around here."

"His, rather than the Knight King's, refusal to fight will not happen any more than he continues his journey. All I can say is that the modus operandi to take in even gladiators is brilliant. Well, if it's for monetary purposes, it can only be called foolishness, but if it's to build up drills, it's really sensible."

Rhushuan coughed up and broke the words on our way.

"More power is lacking in the arena around there than we won in Comata. If you are, your legs are natural."

"You're saying we're headed to Ulterior, the largest city in the superpower."

"I deduce that."

"I think so, too. I see, Ulterior? With that said, there was something interesting in that arena right now. I hear you're still undefeated."

"Yeah, he's strong. Very strong."

"Isn't that Rhushuan's view of direct matchmaking?

"I've never fought an undefeated champion, and I haven't even seen it in a while. It won't be very helpful... each other, no -"

When he heard Lychuan's words, Galerius laughed all the time that he couldn't stand it.

"Do an outing. Make a reason. I'm going to Ulterior."

"... I understand that."

The king of Aquitania, greatly influenced by Gaius the Innovation King, was clearly influenced to the point of his vices. It's been a long time since the light shook in Galerius's eyes.