In the end, there were only five demon hunters left in the field, surrounded by knights lying all over the ground and war horses running around.

At this moment, Dandelion squeezed out of the crowd and shouted loudly: "There can only be one winner in the group competition, and the others have to admit defeat!"

The witch hunters looked at each other in a pretentious manner and started fighting each other. Several people "fall into the ground" one after another, and in the end, only the white wolf stood on the field.

However, because the performance was too fake, a boo broke out in the surrounding audience.

"Fight, you fight each other!"

"This is cheating!"

Seeing this, King Robert was about to explode again, but he caught sight of Ned shaking his head at him.

He instantly understood what his King's Hand was thinking.

Group competitions can only be participated in individual names, so these people do violate the rules. But everyone witnessed the entire game, and any of them alone deserved the honor of the championship.

Even though they were so agile and strong, none of them were seriously injured in this group competition, and at most they had one or two ribs broken.

These people obviously kept their hands on purpose.

This also led to the sense of honor of his "good prime minister" coming out again.

Thinking of this, Robert stood up and said in a loud voice: "The champion of the group competition is born!"

He looked into the field and happened to see a man lying on the ground squinting his eyes and sneaking at him, laughing: "Stand up and tell me the name of your family!"

However, the few people were still lying on the ground pretending to behave, and the white-haired man standing was also confused, as if he didn't understand his problem at all.

"Guo Wang Bixia!" A voice came from the audience. A man in a purple silk dress turned over the rope and ran to the center of the venue, speaking in a strange accent: "The nest is...Essos...noble..."

Then he pointed to the several witch hunters: "The towers... servants in the nest."

The white wolf frowned: "What did you say?"

"Kneel down quickly!" Dandrien pressed the blank white wolf on the ground, then stretched out his right hand: "Hurry! Kiss the back of my hand."

"ah?"

"Hurry up, the rules here! Do you still want gold coins? How can we find Xiri without money?"

Geralt hesitated and kissed Dandrien's back of his hand, and a strong smell of sweat and an inexplicable fragrance immediately poured into his nose.

It took him a while to remember,

That was the smell of the fat boss lady in the hotel.

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Red Fort, Prime Minister's Tower.

Five witch hunters and their companions of bards were standing in front of five open wooden boxes, gleaming golden light in them.

Dandrien was the first to come back to his senses and ran up. He picked up a handful of gold coins, his eyes lit up and sang loudly.

A full five boxes of golden dragon.

You should know that in this world, a gold coin with three dragons printed behind it can buy hundreds of tables of luxurious wine and food.

Four gold coins can get a set of armor.

A brig that can sail far away from the sea is only worth a thousand golden dragons.

And there were 20,000 golden dragons in front of them!

This is simply a wealth that can be spent on endless money.

Several other witch hunters also showed surprises, only Geralt was calm. Since he saw the black-haired mage Zach transforming out of thin air in Goswellen, he has become a little numb to these golden things.

Duke Ned Stark and Minister of Finance, Petir Berisch, stood aside and quietly watched the "Essos nobleman" in ecstasy, with different expressions.

Ned was staring at the wolf-headed pendant on the chests of several people with curiosity.

Pettier's face was filled with an iconic gentle smile.

"Viriane Alfred Pancratz, congratulations..." Pettier's memory is particularly good: "Oh, and your servants have won the championship in this competition."

He changed his subject: "I'm just a little curious. How do you plan to use this wealth?"

This sentence awakened Dandelion, and he asked in an unpleasant and crappy accent: "Prime Minister... the companions... the missing... the companions... the companions..."

They came to participate in the competition this time for the prize money, but essentially to find Xili to prepare for money.

After all, according to Taling before, Xili was likely to be in this world.

Ned asked, "Comrade? What's the appearance?"

Dandrien grabbed Geralt's hair: "Girl...white hair."

The white wolf looked disgusted, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

He had no idea what was going on in front of him, and now only Dandelion could barely communicate with others.

This great poet is really "extraordinary". He got along with the hotel's owner in a few days after he arrived in Junlin City.

Who knows how he fascinated the fat woman with no words.

But the result was good. Dandelion learned hundreds of words in just a few weeks with his language talent, and also figured out the situation of the world with the careful care of the boss.

Here, known as Westeros, is a continent that is thousands of miles away from north to south.

There are seven dynasties on this continent, ruled by six dukes and a prince. Above them is Robert Baratheon, the king of the Bucks Dynasty, who is the fat man sitting on the main seat at the martial arts competition.

Bai Lang now knows the identities of the two people in front of him.

The one with a short and thin figure, a pair of gray-green eyes, a small beard on his chin, and gray-skinned temples was Petir Berisch, the finance minister of the kingdom.

The one with long face, gray eyes and brown hair is Ned Stark, the duke of the North and the current prime minister.

Geralt saw Ned shook his head, as if he knew nothing about Dandrien's problem, and then slapped the other party's hand off his head.

Pettier saw this little move. He thought for a moment and smiled: "Virgin Julian, there are five boxes of golden dragons here, and each box has more than a dozen stones. Where are you going to store such golden dragons?"

One stone is almost equal to fifteen kilograms.

Seeing that the other party looked embarrassed as he expected, Xiaowei said with the flow: "It's better to let me, the Minister of Finance, keep it."

Before Dandrien could react, he took out a prepared Iron Throne bond and handed it to the other party: "The whole kingdom is safer than mine. You can get it whenever you need it."

Things seem to be settled.

The few people only took more than one thousand gold coins, and the remaining more than eighteen thousand gold coins were left in place.

Dandelion was a little disappointed, but the several witch hunters had no objection at all.

After all, they are not able to speak language now, and even if they buy a sea boat, they can't hire anyone. There is no place to spend the money. And more than a thousand golden dragons are more than enough to do anything except not being able to buy a castle.

It may be more convenient to go lightly.

Just as the few people left the King's office with a bulging bag, Ned Stark spoke: "Are you guys interested in being my guardian..."

Halfway through his words, he shook his head: "Forget it." Then he just took back the bond, covered it with the wax sealed by the king's hand, and then returned it to everyone with a serious look on his face.

Geralt thought something.
Chapter completed!