Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 180: Knight of Dark Disaster 09

By the time Cartel hurried to the Slavic royal city, the knight selection had already begun for a day.

He arrived three days earlier than he had originally planned.

He was not here to participate in the selection, because he knew his own abilities very well. Going on the stage would only bring disgrace to himself, and it would be a disgrace to his second brother, the next emperor, the most outstanding crown prince - Ze Beno Berg.

So he just wanted to take advantage of this grand event to return to the royal city to see his mother and brother.

but now......

Cartel turned around and looked at the young man standing behind him.

The young man was wearing a set of blue and white knight's light armor that he had stripped from his men. His hair and eyes had turned light brown, and even the weapon hanging on his waist had turned a normal silver-gray. It was no longer as abrupt and incompatible with this country and era as before.

His eyes were calm, but deep inside they seemed to be churning with some extremely intense emotions, giving people a sense of the calm before a storm.

Cartel remembered the oath contract he had signed with this man, sighed imperceptibly, and led his men through the noble passage to the venue for the knight selection - the Slav Arena.

The oval-shaped venue is so large that one cannot see its entirety at a glance from the ground, and the sounds of noisy discussions gather together to form a noisy wave.

They boarded the magic lift reserved for nobles. As they climbed higher, their view gradually became wider. The entire venue was almost full. The colorful heads looked like rainbow ants gathered together, densely packed and moving irregularly.

The scene is spectacular yet somewhat uncomfortable.

"Hi, Your Highness Cartel. I am Kowa Fanlin, the butler of His Highness Beno. His Highness Beno heard that you had arrived and ordered me to come and greet you."

As soon as I stepped off the magic elevator, a young man in blue and white butler's uniform came up to me with a respectful and polite smile on his face.

Cartel nodded to him, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, Kova's gaze fell on Tang Ze who was standing behind Cartel.

"Is this your new guardian knight?" he asked with a smile.

Kova is Beno's confidant, and was ordered by Beno to be responsible for all matters after Cartel returned to the royal city, so he has a detailed understanding of Cartel's situation and the people around him. The only difference is that he did not obtain any intelligence or information about the man following Cartel at this moment.

Cartel nodded naturally, "Yes, it was the wandering knight I rescued in the snowfield a few days ago. He also saved me. His name is Tang, and he is from Donghuang."

Kova looked at Tang Ze for a moment, gave him a very standard polite smile, and then his eyes fell back on Cartel, and he bent down respectfully to lead the way.

Tang Ze followed Cartel silently throughout the whole process, but he was wary of Kova in his heart.

This seemingly frail young man has excellent observation skills and he has definitely doubted his identity.

However, he did not intend to do anything to the people or things here. He just came to find Xu Yan. Even if he investigated, he would not find anything.

With Cartel, a royal family member, helping him, others would need evidence if they wanted to touch him.

This is what the cartel themselves said.

With the contract in place, Tang Ze doesn't have to worry about the cartel harming him.

"Defeat him!"

"Go on!"

"Knock him down!"

Although it was on the middle floor where the nobles had the best view, the cheers outside were so loud that they still came in.

However, after following the waiter named Kova into a luxurious and spacious stand, all the noise disappeared in an instant, and only the sound of fierce fighting could be heard.

The white-haired beauty with a loose low ponytail sat in the center, her posture elegant and relaxed, her light golden eyes like the morning light shining softly, but Tang Ze caught a glimpse of a deeply hidden coldness and cruelty in her eyes.

The intricate and gorgeous ornaments adorned the ice blue and white noble dress, reflecting the sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, flickering with the frequency of his breathing, but it was impossible to divert people's eyes away from his beautiful facial features.

Everything became a backdrop to that face, dull and lifeless.

Tang Ze had traveled through countless small worlds, but had never seen such a beautiful appearance.

He thought Cartell's appearance was already top-notch, but he never expected that his brother could be so handsome.

This kind of beauty has nothing to do with gender, it is beauty itself.

But that's all. Tang Ze just wants to find his lost lover. Everything else is not important and he is not interested.

"Brother Wang."

Considering the presence of outsiders and the fact that he was already an adult, Cartel suppressed his longing for his brother whom he had not seen for three years and called him in a proper manner.

Ze shifted his gaze from the arena to his younger brother, his eyes showing a hint of genuine tenderness. He smiled and said, "Little Carter has grown a lot taller. I can hardly recognize you. You've lost weight. When I saw you three years ago, you still had a little belly."

Carter's earlobes turned red, and he tried his best to maintain his composure. There was a real "outsider" standing behind him! He still had some dignity! Stop talking!

"Hey, brother, I'm already twenty!" Cartell gritted his teeth, his blue-gold eyes filled with tears of grievance.

Ze smiled and said yes repeatedly, then coaxed the person to sit next to him, but his eyes vaguely swept over Tang Ze who was standing with the other guardian knights.

But he didn't ask in the end, but turned his attention back to the game.

"His Highness Cherno wins!"

The appearance of a name instantly captured everyone's attention.

Tang Ze's expression was out of control for a moment, and he pretended to look at the arena with curiosity like everyone else.

A pure black figure stood in the center of the arena.

The wind blowing in the arena raised dust, and also lifted the corners of his clothes and the cloak behind him. The tip of the black knife stopped in front of the throat of his opponent in front of him, and the tip of the knife was so close that it had pierced the opponent's skin. A drop of bright red slid down the Adam's apple and into the collar.

The noble knight who had been so unruly before the match threw away his armor and helmet and sat on the ground. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to tremble, for fear that the tip of the knife would cut his throat due to shaking.

The gap is too big. The gap in strength between him and the Third Prince is too big.

After just one encounter, he was completely defeated.

As the referee's voice fell, the devil's blade was retracted, and he finally relaxed a little, his chest rising and falling violently like a blower.

And his opponent, the knight who was considered by everyone to symbolize darkness and disaster, still stood proudly, with even the corners of his clothes not messy.

The eyes of the pitch-black knight were completely covered by the pure black silk, but in a trance he seemed to see his disdainful and pitying gaze through the silk, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

So the reason why this person never cares about those remarks and targeting is because...

Their existence is too insignificant to him, so he can't hear, see, or even feel it...?