stjorthotic Chapter 282 The Final Battle
Chapter 282 The Final Battle
Chapter 286 The Final Battle
Autumn July 3th.
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This grand carnival competition, spearheaded by chiffon cakes, has lasted for nearly a month since the preliminary rounds began.
With the finals underway these past few days, the excitement at Chiffon City has been almost nonstop.
Champions were determined in various competitions, including cooking, knife forging, fishing, eating contests, whipping contests, and beauty pageants.
A large box of gold coins was moved to the center of the city square in the outer city area, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people.
After each event, a handful of gold coins would be scooped out and distributed on the spot.
The local residents who came to watch the game had never seen such a grand scene before; the frenzied atmosphere was simply explosive.
It's easy to imagine that if a second competition were held next year, its popularity would likely be even greater.
The culinary competition has already determined its champion, with a pastry chef from Frost taking first place with a honey-soaked blueberry cake.
The taste is indeed very good.
However, Richard's mouth, spoiled by Iridium ingredients and the system's recipes, couldn't really give it a high rating.
However, after the competition, the pastry chef was retained and assigned to the Chiffon Shop to be in charge of developing new desserts.
The champion of the sword-forging competition was a blacksmith from Blackthorn Ridge. His skills were solid, but compared to the works of art that Owen created, they paled in comparison.
As for the fishing competition, that was a bit of a joke.
Someone actually dared to cheat!
Because of the tight schedule, the hardening project on the shoreline only involved inserting stone pillars and then laying stone flooring on top of them.
It's like there's a recessed space under the stone slab, just big enough for a person to hide.
One guy had brought a batch of live fish in advance and hid them in a basket, while he hid in a groove under a stone pillar and used a reed tube to breathe.
His companion was casting his line from the shore, so he reached down to hook the fish.
This trick wouldn't work well on a regular wild river, but the source of the Zhouxue River is nearby.
The current was rapid and the riverbed was deep, with chaotic ripples on the surface, making it difficult to discern anything unusual at first glance.
But who is Richard?
Back on Earth, he was a renowned five-star general in the Air Force. He could spot such an unusual way of catching fish at a glance!
When he had someone lift up the stone slab on the riverbank, the whole place burst into laughter.
Daring to disregard the competition rules, he immediately drew fifty times in a row, leaving the person writhing and jumping on the ground like a fish just pulled from the water.
The beauty pageant was the most popular event among the public, and when Xueyue appeared, the noise briefly drowned out the host's announcements.
The judges unanimously approved, and it won the championship without any controversy.
Of course, there are definitely problems. Some outsiders are very interested in these snow rabbits that can roam freely in Chiffon territory.
To them, these were a bunch of lively gold coins; at first, some people even went to the city hall to ask if the rabbits were for sale.
Sell?
What the heck?
My chiffon cake is short a few gold coins from you?
The city hall's attitude was firm; anyone who dared to ask a few more questions was immediately whipped away by a servant.
Some people, still harboring wicked intentions, sneaked near the serf settlement at night to kidnap a few and take them away, but these people mysteriously disappeared.
Among the nobles, there were those who dared to speak up, but Richard silenced them all with a single glare.
The noise has temporarily subsided.
Today is the grand finale. The dance competition finals will be held in the morning, and the extraordinary competition and the regular competition will be held simultaneously in the afternoon.
Tens of thousands of people crowded into the outer city square, and a temporary grandstand was set up near the inner city. Richard was the leader, with Lucy, Melanie and a dozen nobles sitting on either side.
The dance competition finals went quickly because the contestants performed poorly.
Several of them were clearly out of sorts; their legs buckled while spinning, they missed most of the beat, and their faces turned pale when they came off the stage.
The audience was puzzled. She was performing well during the qualifying rounds a few days ago, but somehow she messed up in the finals.
Only two people truly made everyone remember them.
Tina Vera was the second to last to perform. Her dance was novel; it was a traditional whirling dance, not a court dance, nor the adapted folk dance she performed in the qualifying rounds.
Her body seemed to be ignited from within, every rotation propelling her outwards.
That's not a technique; it's a repressed, struggling dance move, with a tiny sprout peeking out from the crack.
After the dance, thunderous applause erupted!
Then comes Cecilia.
As she rose from the waiting area, she glanced at Tina Vera, a hint of undisguised doubt flashing in her eyes.
The servant reported clearly last night that a disturbance had occurred near Stone House No. 17 in the evening.
While Tina Vera came out to check, they swarmed her and pushed her down, deliberately breaking her leg bone in the chaos.
The servant said the footing was very firm, and she would definitely not be able to go back on stage.
But now she is standing perfectly fine on the side of the stage, with both legs intact, and she doesn't understand how this happened.
She walked onto the stage, her light blue dress shimmering like ripples of crystal as she danced, exuding elegance and grace, utterly impeccable.
After the dance, the applause was equally enthusiastic.
The finalists were invited back to the stage to await the judges' scores.
The nobles on the high platform exchanged opinions in hushed tones, their scoreboards being passed around and flipped over.
The judges huddled together and argued in hushed tones for a few moments, seemingly still undecided about the rankings.
Tens of thousands of spectators were also discussing and speculating about who would be the champion.
Cecilia stood in the center of the group of contestants, her hands clasped in front of her, her posture still elegant.
She's not in a hurry.
She knew the outcome was still under discussion, and the judges' hesitation was itself a signal to her.
Her dancing skills were impeccable, her family background was respectable and respectable, and she was even invited to have dinner with Chiffon Lord before the finals.
These factors combined are enough to overwhelm any competitor.
Thinking of this, she looked up at Richard, the head judge.
Winning the championship will give me more opportunities to interact with them, and then...
不 ...
Something is wrong!
She noticed Richard on the platform glance at her, then said something to the Frost Heir beside him, and finally shook his head.
Cecilia's heart skipped a beat!
Tina Vera's ability to stand unharmed on stage was already beyond her expectations, and the head-shaking gesture added a touch of unease to her.
This won't do!
Opportunities need to be seized!
Striving means that if you play the wrong card, you must immediately draw the next one.
She originally planned to wait until the outcome was decided before having her servant secretly pass the card to someone at the city hall.
This way, he could preserve his own dignity while also dealing a moderate blow to Tina Vera afterward.
But now it seems that if we don't play this card now, it will be too late.
Waiting until the judges announce the results before releasing them is just a loser's complaint; releasing them before the results are announced is the way to turn the tide!
"Your Excellency Richard, before you announce the results, there is something I think you and everyone here should understand."
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Cecilia suddenly pointed at Tina Vera beside her, her face full of indignation, and shouted at the nobles on the platform, "Tina Vera is a prostitute! A whore who sleeps with men in the back alleys of taverns! Letting someone like her compete is an insult to Chiffon, and I am ashamed to compete with someone like her!"
These words caused an uproar in the square where tens of thousands of people were watching!
Some people stood up and stood on tiptoe to look, and a lot of hissing mixed with women's cursing gradually spread.
What a scandal!
I disagree!
A woman in the front row, holding a child, stood up, shoved the child into her husband's arms, and pointed at the stage, shrilly yelling, "A filthy, lowly prostitute dares to participate in a competition? Get off the stage!"
"Exactly! If you're so desperate for money, just sell yourself!"
Faced with a chorus of insults, contempt, and righteous indignation from tens of thousands of people.
Tina Vera was taken aback at first, and then the color drained from her face at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Just moments ago, this place made her feel like she was finally alive, but now it had become a rack filled with stares.
Why?
She didn't know, but she wanted to escape. However, her whole body was trembling wildly and she couldn't control herself. Tears kept falling onto her beautiful dress.
Cecilia saw her terrible reaction and felt very pleased with herself.
She could already see what was about to happen: the nobles frowning and whispering among themselves, eventually unanimously agreeing to disqualify the prostitute.
She will receive Richard's congratulations as the champion and will have more opportunities to interact with him.
She will ruthlessly remove any obstacle that stands in her way to this goal!
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