Chapter 99

Hearing Ren's words, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Yates seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, he was stunned for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahaha...you muddy legs from the country, you want to compare me to poetry? "

His face was full of contempt, and he said arrogantly: "Do you know what poetry is?"

The priests around shook their heads and laughed, looking at Ren as if they were looking at a clown making a fool of himself.

Even Viola felt embarrassed, wondering if Ryan was provoked by Yates.

Competing in swordsmanship, she has great confidence in Ren, but comparing it to poetry, that is self-inflicted humiliation.

She and Ryan get along day and night, and they are very close, but they have never seen him make any poems, and apart from his talent in music, he has hardly shown any talent in other arts.

Yates is the most talented poet in Longshande. He has written several excellent works and famous poems. He has been praised by President Haselin many times. He is quite famous throughout the empire and spread widely. He often has admirers from various cities in the empire. Those who came to Longsand to visit Yates, just to see the real face.

President Haselin dare not say that he is better than poetry.

It was with these poems that Yates became a deacon of the Art Society, entered the Church of Goodness, and became a priest.

Although he has not received the blessing of the long-haired lady because of his lack of qualifications, no one doubts that he will get the magic sooner or later.

Viola held Ren's hand and whispered a few words in his ear, telling him about the situation.

After hearing this, Ren shook his head, not wanting to change his mind.

The reason why he is so confident is because there happens to be a collection of poems in his mobile phone, which was brought from the earth. It is thick with nearly a million words, including classic poems in various forms from ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. Just search in.

No matter how talented Yates is, can he still compare to the many amazing talents in his previous life?

Moreover, compared to poetry, it depends on quick wit, time is limited, and I have a ready-made collection of poems, and I can beat Yates by copying out any one.

Anyway, copying music is copying, and copying poetry is copying. No one knows the truth, so just copy it with the cheek.

Since Yates wants to beat himself at what he is best at, let him enjoy the pain of being crushed at what he is best at!

Seeing the intimacy between Ryan and Viola, Yates was even more jealous. Disdain appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "It's an insult to me to compare you to poetry, and I refuse."

He put on a high profile, and really felt that it was too cheap to compete with Ryan, even if he won, it was not worthy of praise.

"If you don't write poetry, I won't compete with you in swordsmanship."

Ryan grasped Yates' psychology all of a sudden, and threatened him with the sword competition that the opponent wanted.

Yates looked stunned. He didn't understand why Ryan was so stubborn. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was impossible for him to lose, and said mockingly: "It seems that Mr. Ryan doesn't understand anything, and he probably wants to appreciate me. Poetry, well, then I will fulfill you."

"How do you want to compare?" He asked casually.

"Whatever you want." Ryan was more casual than Yates, as if he had won.

Yettz's eyes sank, thinking that Ryan was just trying to tease himself, he suppressed his anger, looked at Hasilin, and said, "Your Excellency, President, please write a title for the poem and comment on our poem. high and low."

"Yes." Hacilin nodded in agreement.

He glanced at Ren. The literary master was also puzzled. He didn't know why Ren knew that he would lose, but he still did this. Did he have other intentions?

In his opinion, Ren didn't seem like such a shallow young man.

Hasilin thought for a while and said, "You are all fighting for love, then use 'love' as the theme and write a poem for each, with a time limit of ten minutes."

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch and started counting.

"love."

Yates chuckled. What he is best at is writing love poems. He doesn't know how much he has written, but he immediately began to think proficiently.

Ren also pretended to be thinking, but in fact he had already opened the collection of poems and searched with love as the keyword.

In a second, hundreds of love poems jumped out of the field of vision.

These include ancient poems and modern poems, each of which is a classic, but the Orion language of the empire is a phonetic alphabet, and the translation of ancient poems does not have that charm, and foreign love poems are more suitable.

The poetic genre of the empire, Ryan had turned a few pages in the academy book before, and it was similar to the Western poetry in the previous life. There were both strict and standard forms like sonnets and very free prose poems.

In less than half a minute, Rennes chose a song.

He was not in a hurry to tell Hasilin that he was done, that going too far would have aroused suspicion, and decided to wait a few more minutes.

Just over half of the time, Yates said loudly: "Your Excellency, my poem is finished."

"Read it," Hassilin said.

But Yates had other ideas, and suggested: "Your Excellency, I hope to write this poem down. First, I will compete with Mr. Wren in swordsmanship. After I have learned the swordsmanship, we will judge the poem together." He said Turning to Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, what do you think?"

Everyone understood Yates' intention. He wanted to recite his poem on the spot while defeating Wren to achieve better results.

This arrangement is more theatrical, like a well-rehearsed performance.

Ren couldn't help laughing, this showman has a lot of tricks, he always wants to show off in front of others, and takes the opportunity to enhance his perfect image.

"I agree." Ren immediately agreed.

"Ren..." Viola's eyes were full of worry, but Ren shook his head slightly at her, appearing very confident and reassuring her.

The priests who had been watching for a long time were in an uproar. The priestess had some sympathy for Ren, thinking that he had given up on himself; the male priests were all gloating, waiting to see Ren make a fool of himself.

Hasilin took out a pen and paper and asked the two to write down the poems separately.

Yates wrote very fast, couldn't wait to finish it, and handed it over to Hasilin.

Ren, on the other hand, took his time, copied the poems on paper, and wrote them out word by word. Viola who was beside him saw the words on the paper, and only read the first few sentences, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were infinitely surprised.

When she finished reading the poem, she was so excited that she stood on tiptoe, raised her head and gave Ren a long kiss.

"hiss……"

This scene showed love in public, and it was Viola who took the initiative, which shocked everyone.

There was no sound before the temple, and people looked at the men and women who were kissing intimately with complicated emotions.

They are all believers of the long-haired lady, so they can naturally feel the beautiful love in this kiss.

This is completely in line with the teachings of the long-haired lady. Viola shows beauty without hesitation, performs with true feelings, awakens true love in people's hearts, and finds and promotes the good side of everything.

The eyes of the priestesses were bright and their hearts were surging. Even the male priests were amazed. Although they were still a bit jealous that Ren was favored by the beauty, the hostility in their hearts subsided a lot.

Only Yates, with jealousy almost gushing out of his eyes.

He gritted his teeth loudly, and clenched his right hand tightly on the hilt of the sword. Because of the excessive force, even the knuckles turned white.

After a long time, Viola left contentedly, and hastily handed over the paper on which the poem was written.

Hasilin took it and looked at it quickly, and was immediately moved.

He finally understood why Viola was so excited.

For any lady, it would be difficult to suppress her emotions when she saw this love poem, and she would definitely be as emotional as Viola.

Hasilin couldn't help but look at Ren seriously, as if he wanted to get to know him again, and made no secret of his admiration for Ren.

Seeing the performance of the president, everyone was very curious about what poem Ryan wrote.

Yates had a premonition that something was wrong, but he had no other choice. He walked to the middle of the field, drew out his long sword with a clang, and pointed at Ren.

He didn't speak, but made up his mind.

Not only do you want to defeat Rennes later, but you also want to win beautifully. It is best to find a chance to pretend to miss and kill this annoying little boy.

Ren also walked onto the stage, feeling extremely relaxed.

Writing poems and playing literary battles with others, although you can plagiarize, but it always feels awkward, unfavorable, and not your own style.

He still likes martial arts, and uses his fists to reason with people and convince them with reasoning.

"Who can lend me a sword?"

Ren asked, there is only one Icebreaker hammer in the dragon leather belt, but since we have agreed to compete in swordsmanship, let's use the sword.

Viola immediately took out an enchanted short sword from the space necklace. This is her spell-casting weapon. It is the best equipment and is worth tens of thousands of gold. It has several enchanting effects and accompanying spells.

This kind of enchanted short sword can also be used in close combat. It is very sharp and has a hard texture, but it is a weapon of the caster after all, which is not conducive to close combat and is likely to be damaged.

Viola didn't feel bad, and threw the dagger directly to Ren.

This made the surrounding priests envious. Such an expensive spell-casting weapon was willing to use it to compete in swordsmanship. It was a waste of money.

At the same time, people also realized how deep Viola's feelings for Renn were, and they simply regarded the Golden Shield as dung.

Ren caught the dagger, and felt a wave of soul power pouring into his body when he started to grasp it. He immediately lifted his spirits, knowing that it was the effect of speeding up spellcasting and soul power recovery.

At this time, a priestess came forward and said, "Mr. Wren, you can use my saber."

Her supernatural profession is a ranger. She has a very beautiful appearance and a hot figure. Her overall appearance is only a bit worse than Viola's, and she is the second most beautiful woman present after Viola.

The beautiful woman turned her back to Viola when she spoke, and winked at Ren, with an ambiguous expression and obvious intentions.

Ren resolutely refused: "Thank you for your kindness, I can just use this dagger."

The priestess looked gloomy, turned around and retreated, and smiled kindly at Viola.

"Everyone in the Good Good Church is a dramatist." Ren secretly thought.