The heart of the knight's squire, George Dunn, was full of excitement.

"Look, look, I shot the arrow." George showed off his achievements to his partner Greg, "The arrow hit the bat's chest, haha, it's accurate! I have to admire me Own!"

"It's a mephit, not a bat. Butler Sebas calls it a "steam mephit" because it breathes steam. Have you ever seen a bat that breathes steam?" Greg corrected angrily.

"I've only seen steam from a soup pot." George said with a smile, "whatever it was, I shot it anyway."

"I remember it was the fourth arrow you shot," Greg said in a disdainful tone, "Four arrows only hit one arrow, so what is there to show off? I think you can only bully the castle. hen!"

George didn't care about his companion's sarcasm, because he could see the envy that he couldn't hide in the latter's eyes. This young man who was the same age as himself couldn't play a role in this battle, and naturally he couldn't bear the complacent appearance of himself.

"That's because I was a little nervous, but anyway, I shot it." George repeated this sentence with raised eyebrows, "This is my first valuable prey, and I will be separated from the family later. I'm going to make it my family coat of arms! A bat shot in the chest, no, it's a steam mephit, what do you think of that pattern? I feel like it's at least Sir Biermann's giant Claws and kite shields are better heraldic designs."

"Not so much!" Greg kicked the corpse on the ground with some irritability. "It was stabbed by Dick with a long face, and it should be credited to him."

"I shot the bat, no, after the mephit, it was about to die, and Dick just went up and shot it." George said unconvinced, "The worst should be the record of the two of us. ."

"Then you can only draw half of the coat of arms." The little friend teased.

"This is just the beginning. I'll shoot a few more in the next battle. It's not a big deal." George pretended to be light, "Should I cut off this mephit's ear? Keep it as a trophy?" He pondered the feasibility, "After all, this is the first prey I got in the battle."

"Only a rude, savage guy like a barbarian would do this." Greg scorned, "I'm talking about those Nord barbarians!" He lowered his voice, "I tell you, they used to have a tradition of cannibalism, It wasn't orcs, or gnolls, or kobolds. They were all humans, their blood relatives, God! It's unbelievable, a **** barbarian! No wonder that Nord loves blood sausage so much."

"Jazz also likes to eat blood sausage." George retorted. He liked the wonderful adventure stories the Nord adventurer told.

"" The companion was a little speechless, "Sir, of course it is different!" He defended bluntly, his eyes drifted in the direction of Sir Arman, and suddenly his face became a little dissatisfied, "Hey, what did that guy go to find Sir again? ".

George followed Greg's gaze and saw the Nord adventurer walking to Ser Arman's side. The two sides seemed to be talking about something, "We'll find out when we go and see."

"However, Sir let us learn to clean the battlefield with those hunters." Greg hesitated.

"Have you studied?"

"I don't want to learn! I want to be a knight in the future. I want to be a knight lord like my father and Ser Arman! What I want to learn is **** the enemy and make merit, how to make the enemy fear, and clean the battlefield. Those militias are in charge."

"Well then. Let's go and listen." George urged, "Sir Arman won't criticize us. Let's just say go and learn, yes, learn the experience of that Nord adventurer, he is a killer. 5 mephits, this guy is amazing!"

"Hmph, Nord barbarian, just relying on his own brute strength." Greg's tone was disdainful, but his voice was weak.

George dragged Greg to the back of Knight Yarman, and Dennis, the apprentice knight next to him, glared at the two, but didn't say much.

Although Dennis is theoretically George's coach and mentor, because the coach is not much older than George, and he is not an official knight himself, and Dennis is relatively honest, George is not afraid of him at all.

Unlike Greg, who is afraid of Ser Arman to death.

When he got close, George heard the Nord adventurer telling Sir in detail about his plan and a new method to clear the monsters. While listening, George nodded involuntarily in his heart.

Although he doesn't quite understand this, but judging by his limited combat literacy, this Nord's method is obviously more reasonable, but he doesn't know whether Sir Arman will agree.

After listening to the Sir, he pondered for a while, "This is a way." He nodded slowly, "However, the water near the hot spring is thick, and if you want to attract monsters, you can only go deep into it. You know, this is undoubtedly It's a very dangerous thing. Then, who should attract those monsters?" The sergeant looked at the Nord adventurer, and the meaning was self-evident.

"The suggestion I made is naturally up to me." The Nords didn't care. "You only need to prepare at a distance of about two or three hundred meters from the next hot spring, and leave the rest to me." said confidently.

After the team was repaired, Sir Arman led the group to the place where the next hot spring was located.

The interval between each hot spring is not too far. George used to come here to take a bath when he was free. Immerse your body in the hot springs and relax your muscles in the warm water and escaping steam

It's a wonderful thing.

Not only that, he would also "occasionally" encounter some girls in the village who had the same hobby as him washing their bodies in the hot springs. Whenever George suddenly appeared by the hot springs and kindly asked them if they needed help, those girls would They would yell shyly and pick up stones and throw them at George.

George likes them throwing stones at himself, because whether he is picking up stones or throwing stones, these actions always allow him to see some wonderful pictures in the occlusion of the arms of the girls

The team stopped again before they went far. Ser Arman and the Nord adventurer said a few words, and the Nord adventurer nodded and prepared to walk to the steam-filled place alone.

At this moment, an idea suddenly popped into George's mind that he wanted to go with that Nord adventurer.

He is not the kind of person who looks ahead and back. Once he has an idea, he will hold the bow and arrow and run to the Nord's side, and in the latter's doubtful eyes, he said to him, "Hey, big man, let me come with you. Go. Don't worry, I can take care of myself, I can run faster than a local dog, and every time I go to Old John's house to steal plums, his local dog can never catch up with me!"

George didn't say how much he could play a role. He knew that no matter how good he said ~lightnovelpub.net~, it would definitely not be convincing in the eyes of the other party. He only needs to make it clear to the other party that he will not hold back. Only in this way can the other party bring himself.

The Nord looked at him in surprise, then looked up at Sir Arman and Dennis.

"Don't be ridiculous." Dennis frowned and shouted softly.

"I'm here to learn, not to be fooling around." George put on a rare serious expression, "I know that I can't become a knight, and I don't want to become a knight, so I want to learn some other fighting skills."

In fact, George was just curious and had no other ideas. But he knew what kind of reason he should use to convince his superiors a big-sounding reason, and Dennis would eat this.

Apprentice Knight Dennis opened his mouth, but only sighed and didn't say much, and Ser Arman didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Do you know which end of the spear to use to stab the monster?" the Nord asked.

He was making fun of me, "The pointy end." George answered very solemnly.

"For the sake of how many times you've poured wine for me, come along." The Nord beckoned to George, "I can only guarantee that you won't lose your life, but I can't guarantee what you will learn. ." The tall, stocky Nord smiled, a terrifying smile.

"Because the best experience is earned with life."