Chapitre 1402: Childish - Part 8

"W-well, no doubt that would be pleased of it," Blackwell said. "But you can hardly allow such ancient treasures to be touched by the hands of normal folk."

"They would be the victors," Oliver said. "Surely they're deserving."

"And what might they be the victor in?" Blackwell said. "You have said a tournament, but you have not said what categories and the like you intend to host."

"I thought it to be impertinent to go that far without securing your permission," Oliver said.

"Humour me for a second, then. Assuming I gave my permission, what categories might there be?" Blackwell said.

"Different categories for different weapons, I think," Oliver said. "Each category could possibly begin with a full scale melee, to decide the entrants for the tournaments itself. That seems like a fair way of allowing for a great number of entrants."

Blackwell nodded. "There might be thousands of soldiers, though," he said. "How will you make room for them all?"