Obviously it is quite serious, pretending to force the index to be full of words, but speaking from the place where the halibut is the gill, it still reveals an indescribable sand sculpture atmosphere, which makes people not serious at all.

Having said that, Gerald was calmed down by Muffasa's words.

He was very clear in his heart, and the other party was right.

As the heir of the McCobery family, although he was only the lowest-level knight of the nobility, as a close relative of the Lord of Lancaster, in terms of authority and treatment, he was even more baron than those in the backcountry. Much stronger.

Because of this, although he has received rigorous training since childhood, he has practiced his sword skill diligently every day, which makes him have quite strong sword skill and fighting spirit in the next year, but he has not experienced any It can be described as a difficult situation, and it has not faced cruel fighting in the true sense.

After all, as a knight of the city captain, even if he wanted to destroy some robber's dens, in most cases Gerald just let his subordinates swarm up.

After the subordinates settled most of the enemies, they finally made their own appearances and defeated the bandits who were slightly stronger and spent most of their energy but were still fighting.

Even in the face of assassins, most of the assassins will not be too strong in order not to arouse the vigilance of their masters. Secondly, the main attention of those assassins is on the target to be assassinated, but they cannot concentrate on facing Jay A city knight like Roald.

His sword has never faced death directly, so swordplay has been stuck at the bottleneck and it is difficult to break through, and naturally it cannot reach the extreme.

Dojo swordsmanship may be exquisite, but after all, it is only a work of art behind closed doors. In terms of killing efficiency, after all, it cannot be compared with swordsmanship trained on the battlefield.

Gerold, a believer in God of War, could clearly feel that Mufasa's swordsmanship also carried some power from the grace of the gods.

However, it is quite different from your own fighting spirit that can improve your physical abilities and sword power. The opponent ’s share of the **** ’s grace is far less than yourself, but she can completely defend all her attacks!

This is a situation that is almost incomprehensible to God of War believers. Generally speaking, the strength of God of War-that is, the strength of "vintage" can lock the victory in advance!

In the end, Gerald finally realized something that made him incredible. The other party was able to parry his attack and even block his sword path. He relied entirely on his own swordsmanship. The strength, at best, is to enable this swordsman wearing a halibut hood not to be affected by his fighting spirit, and be forcibly cut off by his own weapon, so that the other party can stand at the beginning of a fair fight with himself!

He is strong, relying entirely on his sword practice!

At the same time, as an opponent, Gerald is also the person who can most feel the opponent's aura: the halibut's words are by no means foolish, but they have been constantly facing death, seeking breakthroughs, and finally making his swordplay grow to this. An incredible degree!

This made Gerald feel even more shocked deep inside.

Under the premise of not being a deserter, soldiers who can generally survive a tragic war will fade away and become qualified soldiers; if they can survive twice in a row, they will become senior veterans, an absolute mainstay in the army. The veterans who have survived three times, and which units they are placed in are very valuable resources. In this world, such veterans are even eligible for the protection of the corresponding gods.

And this funny-looking halibut swordsman has survived countless times from the predicament of death, and it is not surprising that he will have this monster-like swordsmanship!

"Why ..." Gerold felt that his throat was a bit dry. After realizing how much beer the other party had, he recalled the process he had just played, only to find out that the other party had actually released the sea, otherwise he could see it in seconds. I said to myself: "A man as strong as you will be the guard of an ordinary walking businessman? How much money does he hire you to give us, Lancaster can double!"

"Sorry, I don't have much interest in becoming a minion's minions." If it had been the case, maybe Mufasha had agreed with him, anyway, the other party is not to let himself betray his faith, just to be a mercenary.

However, after seeing the actions of the nobles and their arrogant attitude in the old city, Mufasha did not have much interest in these nobles, so he decisively rejected the other party's invitation.

"I'll give you another piece of advice," Muffasa turned to leave the courtyard, but before leaving the gate of the courtyard, he ignored the two guards who looked at the gate and stared at Gerald, who looked a little embarrassed: "Mr. Mane Wilf is not an ordinary trader."

"If I am a person who often faces death, then he is a person who can deal with death friendly." Mu Fasha left the courtyard after speaking, but the final words still drifted slowly in the courtyard: "If it really angers After him, that is self-destruction, and you better remember that. "

Gerald was stiff, and the expression on his face was incredible. This was the first time he didn't know how many times he felt incredible. Maybe the incredible things in this life were used up by him today. Already.

The guy who looks like a thief, seems to be a professional businessman who can die once if he hits a thief. Is that so?

Gerald returned to the inner house in dejection ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The people inside naturally already knew the result of the fight through the terrace.

The lady's expression was a bit ugly, and I didn't know whether it felt Gerald lost her face, or because Magne didn't give her face to make her feel embarrassed.

Looking at the inscrutable smile on Magne's face, Gerald remembered the advice of the flounder swordsman, and could not help getting cold.

He lowered his head, his heart crossed, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I lost, and from now on I will leave the glorious temple!"

"Gerald ... it's better to think again," said the lady, frowning.

She glanced at Magne and said in a slightly pleading tone: "Gerald is still young, can't Mr. Wilf forgive his forethought?"

"Sorry, the contract has been signed, and I can't defy the power of the contract. You know, the most important thing for our businessmen is the contract." Manie shrugged and said helplessly: "And I did not forgive him for being the God of War It ’s useless if you tell me that. ”