Rise In Calradia

After Fatis said, he put on the huge helmet for the game, leveled his lance, raised the koto shield, and was ready to charge.

　　 Looking back at Old Benoit, he is still the same as before, motionless, only the old horse under his crotch shoves his hoofs from time to time.

　　Fatis looked at his old father, breathing quickly, restraining his heartbeat as much as possible.

　　Fatis is 26 years old this year, and his father is 48 years old this year. Although other nobles called his father Old Benoit, this was more out of affirmation of the results of his life, rather than how he really became old.

　　Fatis dare not say that he has an advantage in strength, but in terms of technique, his fighting skills are basically derived from his father's teaching.

　　 So even though his opponent is his biological father, Fatis still dare not relax a bit.

　　 "Father, I let you down..."

　　Fatis' heart is full of guilt, and the victory or defeat of the battle has no meaning to him.

　　 But in spite of this, Fattis still clamped his legs, and the training horse under his crotch made a neigh and started to run.

　　 "As a brother, I killed my brother."

　　 "As the eldest son in the family, I betrayed my family."

　　 "As a knight, I abandoned my honor."

　　Fatis held a lance and launched a charge. As the distance from his father gets closer, the words in his heart become more and more sad.

　　 "Heavenly Father, I hope your glory will allow me to forgive me."

When the distance between Fatis and Old Benoit was only a dozen meters, he had already shouted out the words in his heart, and the audience in the stadium, especially those noble ladies who watched the game, issued a series of exclamations. .

The old Benoit heard his son's half-pray for atonement, and shook his head slightly. When Fattis was only ten meters away from him, he patted the old horse's back with a shield with a shield, and that The horse also let out a sharp neigh, and rushed out like a sharp arrow.

　　 This is an old horse brought by Benoit himself. It is as old as a normal traveling horse. However, it still maintains excellent explosive power, and it takes only a few steps to enter the state of running, which is very suitable for short-distance impact.

　　 The horses on both sides quickly approached, and the lance in Benoit's hand had just been put down at this time.

　　 Accompanied by the violent collision, Benoit’s shield broke off, and Benoit’s lance penetrated Fatis’ shield and hit him directly on the shoulder.

　　 Byron's eyes widened, remembering what had just happened.

In 　　 riding competitions, the lances hit the opponent's shield to score points, so the lances of both sides rushed to the opponent's shield, but they all used their full strength.

　　 Old Benoit was better. When he rode his lance to his side, he tilted the shield slightly, letting the lance grazed the shield and shattered a corner of the shield's edge. And his lance is the key position that hits the Fatis shield. Under the huge impact, the simple wooden shield for the game is directly broken into two pieces, and the lance continues to move forward along the inertia, against the fragments of the shield. Slant upward and hit Fatis's shoulder.

　　 This kind of skill and power is eye-opening. It is more appropriate to describe this old knight as "old and strong".

　　Fatis was hit by Benoit's lance in the shoulder, because his father was willing to withdraw his power at this moment, so there was nothing to hurt except a little bit of pain.

　　 But this blow still made his body lose the center of gravity, his feet got off the stirrups, and the whole person fell from the horseback.

　　 The venue fell silent for a while, but soon there was a burst of cheers. According to the normal course of the game, after Fatis dropped, Benoit has already scored the highest score, and the outcome is determined.

　　 But the old Benoit didn't come for victory or defeat. He ignored the cheers and the referee's ruling, got off the horse, drew his sword and walked right in front of Fatis.

　　 "There is progress, but not enough."

　　 Old Benoit looked at his son who fell on the ground blankly, and stretched out his hand at him.

　　 "The battle is not over yet, get up."

　　Fatis looked at his father's extended hand for a moment, but he stretched out his hand quickly and got up from the ground holding his father's hand.

　　 The two released their hands almost at the same time and raised their swords.

The cheers in the field gradually calmed down. The audience quietly discussed the next battle of the father and son. Only a few people, such as Byron and Earl Craggs, still had their previous expressions and knew the hidden secrets of this battle. .

　　 Benoit took the initiative after watching for a while. His sword was fast, stable, and powerful. It didn't look like a person nearly half a hundred years old could do it.

　　Fatis has always been at a disadvantage in the first few swords, being suppressed by his father and retreating constantly.

　　 "You only have this ability? Or do you mean that your guilt prevents you from doing it?"

　　 While attacking, Old Benoit did not forget to blame Fattis.

　　 "You pray for the forgiveness of your sins, but you dare not face your past, you look like a coward!"

　　 "Fleeing and avoiding are not what you should do, Fatis!"

　　 Benoit's words pierced Fattis's heart like a sharp knife, and the audience was also attracted by the more and more exciting battles and the general plot of Alma Jose's drama.

　　Byron also complained about the strength of this old man in his heart. He was clearly fighting, but he could still use his energy to teach his son. He was really a powerful parent.

　　 "You are right, father."

　　 When he was about to be forced to the corner by the old Benoit, Fatis finally raised his head, his eyes firmer than ever.

　　 He pushed his father's sword aside, and before the opponent attacked again, he slid the long sword to the hilt position along the side of the old Benoit's sword, and firmly suppressed his father's sword.

Then he suddenly let go~www.readwn.com~ with one hand, he picked up a piece of the shield fragment that had fallen here during the rifle strike from the ground, and put it on top of his head to block the sword that Old Benoit smashed down. The other hand raised the sword in one hand and stopped before his father's throat.

　　 This is not the kind of regular knight swordsmanship commonly used in the Kingdom of Swadia. This kind of swordsmanship is more deceptive, more flexible and adventurous. It was learned by Fatis from Master Freil when he was in the north.

　　 "Good boy."

　　 Old Benoit tilted his mouth upwards, leaned back and kicked, kicking away the sword in Fatis's hand.

　　 Obviously, this fighting method is closer to a seasoned mercenary than a kingdom knight who values ​​glory and chivalry.

　　 "Son, you have made a lot of progress."

　　 Count Benoit stretched out his hand, and Fatis immediately took hold of it.

　　 "Father, I..."

　　 "You will always be my son, and you will always be the heir to the Randall family. Your brother's departure made me very sad, and it also made me know that I should cherish the rest of the family. I believe you understand."

　　 "Yes, father, I want to let you know that I have experienced a lot during this time, and I have not been ashamed of myself or my family at all."

　　Fatis regained his spirit, and his eye sockets became much wetter.

　　 "Of course, we can talk for as long as we want."

　　 The father patted his son on the shoulder, greeted the applause in the hall with him, and walked to the audience stage with him.

　　 There will be no more father and son in the next game. They have won back something more precious than the dinar and the title.