Chapter 259 Class Without Teaching

"What? Is this the result of your investigation in two days? Jarvis looked at the thin two pieces of paper in his hand in disbelief, which recorded all the information that Gabrier could investigate.

"Gabriel, an orphan, was adopted by Louis, a villager from Shawei Town, when he was a child. At the age of ten, Louis died, and Gabriel has lived alone until now. His teacher is unknown. Alvis read out Gabriel's family and personal situation in one go. The rest are the content that the residents of Shawei Town praise Gabriel for helping others. "Is this the information you investigated for two days? A bunch of rubbish!"

Alvis threw two pieces of paper on the staff's face angrily.

"My subordinates have asked the whole town, and no one can provide proof against Garbriel." The staff answered helplessly. When he saw this report, his first reaction was, is this Gabrier really a saint in the new era?

"Go down, get down for me." Alvis waved back everyone and collapsed in the chair with his forehead.

Yesterday, Grand Duke Leahi had called him to reprimand him. Although the old man hoped that his son could ascend to the position of the queen's son-in-law, he was strongly opposed to the means he used. What's more, the interception of Gabriel this time caused a lot of trouble and damaged so many good hands. The old man was furious and recovered all his rights. Now he can only use some of the forces he has secretly cultivated. In many things, he is powerless at all.

"Young master, this is the speech to be used tomorrow. Please have a look." A subordinate knocked on the door and handed over a speech to Jarvis.

"Oit's all right, that's it." After a cursory look at the content of the speech, he found nothing wrong. Alvis put the speech on the table.

Thinking of tomorrow's agenda, Alvis was a little worried. Due to the appearance of Gabrill, the original plan has been disrupted. Half of the pieces he arranged have been folded by Gabrill in the preliminary round, and only four people have reached the finals. He is already prepared, and tomorrow's agenda will definitely not be smooth sailing. I don't know what else is waiting for him.

After seven days of preliminaries, the candidates for the rematch have been decided.

"I hereby announce that the following eight players have successfully entered the rematch through the selection of the preliminary competition." A referee stood on the rostrum and read the names of the eight players loudly. Every time he read one, there was a round of applause on the field. When Gabriel's name was read, a cup of tea burst into applause, which made the referee repeatedly signal the audience to be quiet.

After the announcement of the eight contestants, it was the speech of the last champion Alvis.

"Guests, players..." Jarvis began to read his long speech.

"Elites of the kamigaze Chiman Kingdom, we gathered here to show the world the strength of our kamigaze Chiman Kingdom. At the same time, in order to choose her lifelong guard for our beloved Queen, I believe everyone is ready. Let's prove our strength to Her Majesty with the weapons in our hands!" Finally, in a few provocative words, Alvis ended his lengthy speech.

Just when Alvis was glad that everything was normal, a discordant voice sounded.

"Isn't Mr. Silas going to run for the guard?" A voice that I didn't know from there resounded through the martial arts arena.

"Of course, I will participate. Presumably every martial artist will not give up such a glorious opportunity." Alvis's eyebrows frowned, and an ominous foreboding surged into his heart.

"So when are you going to play the game? Are you still ready to accept the challenge of the champion in the end like before? That sound sounded again.

"That's right. Isn't this the usual thing in the games over the years?" Alvis answered as a matter of course.

"Is there any major event that Her Majesty chose to guard in the competitions over the years?" The voice asked.

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. Yes, the nature of this year's martial arts competition is completely different from that in the past. Since it is already different, why do we have to hold on to the convention? There are many people who can't stand the behavior of Alvis. For a moment, there are doubts, and it is about to explode into a coquettishness.

"Then according to what you said, how should it be arranged?" Alvis's face turned pale. He already knew the other party's intention, but when public opinion was high, he had to compromise. Forcing himself to participate in the competition at the time of the preliminaries not only makes him unable to maintain a high position, but also makes him unable to deal with the final challenge with ease.

"It's very simple. Mr. Silas will participate in the rematch with these eight players. With the strength of Mr. Silas, he should not be afraid of being challenged." The voice was still erratic, and Alvis's men searched around in the competition, but they still couldn't find its source.

"Good! I will participate in the rematch!" Alvis replied in a hateful voice, and the audience closer to him could see the blue veins on his forehead. Being put up like this, he didn't even know who his opponent was, and anything that could make him not angry.

"Then let's all look forward to the wonderful performance of the prince." After the last sentence, the voice never sounded again.

"I will also participate in the competition tomorrow. Please reschedule the competition schedule." Leaving such a sentence, Alvis turned around and left.

The martial arts competition has entered the final juncture. Unlike previous years, the eight players who participated in the preliminaries have become nine. This change has caused the residents of Wangcheng to have the topic of after dinner, and people are discussing the anecdnecdotes that Alvis was forced to compete in advance because he was squeezed with words. There are even bets that open the market, betting that Alvis can play a few rounds.

"Your Majesty is in poor health. Go back home to rest first. In the next competition, please work hard." The veiled queen appeared on the rostrum for a moment, and a maid next to her left on the pretext.

There were neither speeches in previous years nor praying for the contestants. This strange situation made the people think of a piece of news that was secretly circulated among civilians not long ago.

"The real queen is persecuted, and now Her Majesty is a puppet supported by some conspirators." The first reaction of the people who heard the news was that someone was spreading messages. However, as soon as they saw the queen's appearance, they had to leave in a hurry, which made it difficult for them to distinguish the truth of the news.

Although there are doubts in my heart, no one dares to raise it face to face. Everyone expects that yesterday's mysterious voice to appear again. But somehow, until the queen disappeared from the sight of the crowd, the expected voice did not appear.