Medieval Gacha Lord

Chapter 15: The Champion Knight

The tournament continued. From time to time, the bodies of knights and their warhorses were carried out of the arena.

Lothar’s opponent in the second round was the very same impoverished knight he had seen earlier, exchanging glances with a noble lady in the stands. Not only was he wearing a cheap spangenhelm, but his surcoat was also washed pale, and telltale mottling of rust was even visible on the rings of his mail. Although his martial skill was decent, Lothar still defeated him decisively.

He had no intention of playing matchmaker, as he was quite certain that even if he deliberately lost to this poor knight, the man would still be eliminated in subsequent bouts. The next opponent might not be as merciful as himself. The probability of this impoverished knight shedding his blood on the field was simply too high.

The man clearly understood this as well, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your mercy."

Lothar shook his head. "You’re welcome. But if I may be frank, you should at least acquire a decent suit of armor before participating in a tournament."

The impoverished knight’s face was full of bitterness. "I had hoped to defeat a wealthy knight in the first round to use their armor, but unfortunately, my opponent was also a landless knight like myself."

"In any case, it’s best not to take such risks. The tournament grounds can sometimes be even crueler to you than a battlefield. On a chaotic battlefield, even a peasant soldier in simple cloth, wielding a dung fork, might kill a noble knight. But on the tournament field, that is something that can never be achieved."