Mage with knife

The attraction of the Holy Order Battle is super. Although the cliff seaside is relatively remote, it is not far from Trust City after all, and there are thousands of cultivators watching.

"Lord City Lord!" When they arrived at the cliff beach, the leader of the secret guards, Noelle, came over immediately.

"Tell me, who are the saints fighting against?" Dick asked.

"The saint in black is Marquis Diarra from the Dukedom of Caracas, Snowman in the Arctic. The Balbo who tried to challenge you last time is Diarra's nephew; the saint in green is from Bell in Qin State.

Grand Duke Ginobili is said to be a cousin of a baron and does not have a title."

Cousin? The kind who lives three thousand miles away from you? Haha!

During the battle, the two saints showed fighting prowess. They were high-level saints after all. As for going to Trust City to get the title?

Based on the mental analysis of both sides, the battle lasted less than ten minutes.

Dick was very curious, didn't they all come to Trust City to make cheap money? Why did they start fighting in the first place?

They are also high-level saints, and the difference in strength is not large. It is difficult to determine the outcome of the battle in a short period of time.

"What a great move!" The most exciting combat move appeared at the last moment. This Ginobili actually had a dual-system fighting spirit attribute, and the main battle was the water system. He suddenly burst out with the energy of the earth system, catching Diarra off guard.

In a master's battle, one detail can determine the success or failure of the entire battle.

"You win!" Diarra fell to the ground, vomiting blood and apparently suffering from internal injuries.

"Where's the bet!"

Diarra threw out a space bag helplessly.

Diarra, who was helped up by everyone, saw Dick, with hatred in his eyes.

Paralyzed! These Snow family saints have a lot of resentment towards me. Whatever, I have nothing to do with the Snow family forces in Arctic, what does it matter whether I hate myself or not?

"Dick, I will come again." Diarra left these words before leaving.

"Tch!" Dick just made this sound in response.

"Dick, you are brave!" The young man supporting Diarra became angry.

"It's not that I look down on you, you guys are just fighting among each other. If you don't have much ability, you only have a big temper, don't you!" Since people are looking down on him, Dick is not a cheap person, so of course he won't look down upon him.

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"Let's go!" Dick's words were exciting enough. Since Diarra had lost, he didn't want to continue to be embarrassed here.

Dick looked at the victorious Ginobili: "If you want to take the title and fiefdom of my Duchy of Trust City, you must abide by the practices and rules of our Trust City management. Otherwise, I have the right to erase your title and fiefdom at any time. Signed

The contract must not be violated!"

Ginobili looked at Dick and was silent for a while: "I understand what you mean, I have no objection."

Dick was surprised that Ginobili agreed so easily?

"That's no problem. Where's your bet?"

Ginobili threw Diarra to his space bag and then threw it to Dick.

The Duke of Caracas is really very rich, and he actually has three holy-level monsters. Dick remembers that he had promised Schmeichel that the bet would only be one holy-level monster.

Oh, Schmeichel belongs to the Snow Demi-temple faction and the Snow family faction, which has long since split.

Ginobili just had a big battle and it is impossible to continue fighting again. He needs time to recover his internal strength.

"Ginobili, can you agree to my conditions? Do you really need a title and a fiefdom?" Inexplicably, Dick became curious and approached Ginobili and asked.

"I have learned that a city lord from an outer city has the right to control half of the income of the city lord's palace. For me, it is enough for my family." Ginobili said, "Besides, I don't know much about city management itself.

I'm not interested. There are many assistants in the city lord's mansion, so I don't need to worry about management. I need the title of Marquis."

"Ginobili, the title of Marquis can be used as food?" Dick still didn't understand.

"you do not know?"

"What should I know?" Dick asked.

"There is a divine enlightenment lamp in the Fonseca Temple, which can give saints a chance to realize a hint of the divine way. Although the chance is not great, it is always an opportunity, isn't it?"

"What? The title of Marquis is one of the conditions for entering the Divine Lamp?"

"yes!"

"Interesting? The title is actually a condition. This is too..." Dick did not say the word 'ridiculous'. After all, it is the rule of the temple, and it is not something Dick dared to criticize. "If this is the case, wouldn't it be too easy?

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"Easy?" Ginobili looked bitter, "Dick, you don't understand the Yalta plane. The Yalta plane is a world ruled by nobles. Almost all cultivation resources are in the hands of the nobles. Even the gods.

We must also abide by the rules of the nobility. To put it bluntly, the nine gods in the Yalta plane are all from great nobility."

Oh, the classes are really very clear. Also, the great nobles have the best secret books and the richest cultivation resources. Compared with the common people, they have a huge advantage.

Isn't it the same situation in the Dayan Kingdom when Dick was a child? If you want to get ahead, you have to be loyal to the nobles.

"Ginobili, it seems that it is not easy for you to become a high-level saint."

"What can I do? The baron who is not loyal to his territory doesn't even have the most basic cultivation techniques." This is really similar to when Dick was a child. However, when Dick was a child, there was a magic academy in King Yan.

special.

Even then, when the magic reaches the intermediate level, you will not be loyal to the royal family and will have no follow-up skills.

"Ginobili, since you are loyal to your baron, can you still become a marquis here?"

"The rules of the Yalta plane are that as long as you obtain a higher title, you can get rid of the original lord you are loyal to."

Oh, and this other kind of rule?

"I understand, you haven't reached the peak of the Holy Order yet, so there is little point in entering the Divine Enlightenment Lamp. Your most important purpose now is to get rid of the control of your earthly baron."

"That's right, I don't want to be the tool of that bullshit baron anymore. I know about your trust city. There is no allegiance here, and the degree of freedom is extremely high."

"Well, you are right, people should be free, whether they are cultivators or civilians." Dick, who came from a previous life's soul travel, hates the word "loyalty".

"Actually, I have come to Trust City a long time ago." Ginobili said.

"Understand, in fact, you don't have the gambling capital of three holy beasts at all, right?" A saint, he is already part of the top cultivators, and he cares about face very much. How can he not care about face like Dick?

We also need to check first whether they have enough gambling capital?

"Haha!" Ginobili smiled a little awkwardly. How could a saint who was loyal to the baron get a holy-level monster?

"It just so happens that that stupid Diarra is here, and so is your chance. You are very smart!" Ginobili's opponent Diarra was from a large family of Snow people, and he was also named the master of a marquis. Of course he died.

People who want to save face will certainly not look at Ginobili’s gambling capital in advance.

"There's nothing I can do." Faced with the clever Dick, Ginobili couldn't lie anymore.