Olaf was silent. He looked at Delta with pity, and after a long time he said: "Fourteen years old, male. Then you must eat more!"
Delta: ""
Before he could respond, Olaf laughed loudly: "Sorry, this is just a joke. You are the owner of a special bloodline. I have seen other such people in the academy, so I can tell them right away.
.They are all of dwarf blood, dwarf blood, and Heldo demon blood."
Every time he reported the type of bloodline, Delta's face became uglier. Because the sources of these bloodlines were all short creatures, and they were not very good-looking.
Olaf suddenly laughed again: "Just kidding, you must have the blood of an elf or a siren, after all, you are so beautiful."
I just thought you were complimenting me. Delta nodded reservedly: "It's an elf."
"I knew it!" Olaf said proudly, grabbing a towel from the edge of the ring to wipe his sweat. The dry towel quickly became wet, and sweat was dripping from it even without twisting it.
"So you came here to improve your body, right? Although you have become a man in my impression, my advice to you remains unchanged. Running and basic swordsmanship training are still more suitable for you."
"Why?" Delta saw a lot of training equipment in the hall, some of which were quite familiar, such as dumbbells and ropes for skipping.
Olaf saw Delta looking at those things and explained: "If you don't plan to be a battle mage, high-intensity strength training is not necessary. Rope skipping exercises the body's ability to coordinate and balance. The blood of elves has
To enhance this, no special exercise is required.”
Delta thought about it and found that his balance ability was indeed outstanding, and he couldn't help but be more convinced of Olaf's vision.
"Although running is simple, long-term running training can effectively improve energy and sleep stability, which is of great help to mages who need to stay up late to work. There is also basic swordsmanship training, which is not only needed by battle mages, but also by ordinary mages for self-protection
Ability. Regularly practicing swordsmanship with others can enhance your courage and reflexes, so that you will not panic and recite the wrong spell when facing the enemy."
Delta couldn't help but ask: "Is Mr. Olaf also a spell caster?"
He felt that this bald man seemed to know the mage very well, but he didn't think about it at first. Because this exaggerated muscle mass also requires time to be exercised and maintained. Generally speaking, the academy mage does not have it when he has homework.
Plenty of time to do so.
"Spellcaster?" Olaf was stunned, "I am not a spellcaster. I am just hired by the academy to provide guidance."
"To be favored by the academy, you must be a very powerful knight, right?"
Olaf led Delta to the weapons training room on the second floor, making the wooden stairs creak as he said proudly: "That's true. I'm at the mid-level knight level. If I go further, I can go to the King's Guards to run for knight captain."
."
The middle knight? Delta had no concept of this. He had only seen the existence of what seemed to be the first knight in the dream that resonated with the spirit of the battlefield. They threw javelins so fast and accurately that they were completely unable to withstand them.
However, there are thousands of mid-level mages in the academy, and it is said that mages are more powerful than knights of the same level. According to this standard, a high-ranking knight should be hired to teach them.
That was what he thought, but Delta didn't put it into words. It was too offending to express this idea.
The key was inserted into the keyhole and twisted, and the door of the weapons training room was opened. Olaf walked in first, followed by Delta.
To be honest, this place is a bit like the dance studio in Delta's memory of the school. It also has an open space and a floor-to-ceiling mirror covering the wall. It's just that the wooden handrails on both sides have been changed into display racks with different sizes and styles hanging on them.
arms.
Olaf pointed to the weapon display racks on both sides and said to him: "Go and pick a sword."
"I already have a sword." Delta raised the sword he got from Quesca. Although the sword was an antique, Quesca used magic to restore it to its normal usable state, which is better than ordinary swords.
The standard long sword is much sharper.
"I saw it as soon as you walked in the door. It's a good sword, but how many times can you swing it?"
Delta said no more, and leaned the sword against the wall obediently, then tried it one by one from the weapon display rack, and finally pulled out a short sword with a length and weight suitable for swinging. For a boy.
Favoring cold weapons, he took off the scabbard and wanted to see the edge, only to find that it was a wooden sword.
Seeing him taking the sword, Olaf whistled: "You have good taste. I cut this sword for my little daughter."
"Then why is it here?"
Olaf's expression was helpless, but if you look carefully you can still see the hidden joy: "Who knew that my wife would actually give birth to a son for the third time? Boys should not use such a light sword. I thought
There might be someone at the college who could use it, so I brought it over by the way."
"I seriously suspect that you are looking down on me."
Olaf was surprisingly easy to talk to, so Delta also began to speak casually without realizing it.
"How could it be? You chose this sword yourself. I don't know if it suits you."
Delta wanted to put the sword back, but after thinking about it carefully, this was already the most advantageous sword. The weight of the second advantageous sword was half that of it. Even if the scabbard was removed, it would be very difficult to use it. After thinking about it, it was not good for his own face.
It wasn't that important, so he said shamelessly: "I won't change this one."
"Very good. Don't care about outside opinions and make the choice that suits you best. You already have the potential to become a great person."
Olaf nodded with satisfaction, then pulled out a wooden stick from the weapons display rack that was as thick as an adult man's arm and as tall as himself, and struck it twice on the palm of his left hand, as if testing what kind of strength could not kill someone.
It was just a simple movement, and in line with his body shape, his aura came out immediately.
The elf hybrid looked nervous and interrupted: "Are you the only one here to guide me? What if someone else comes in from below and can't find you."
"Don't worry, there are a total of five guides here, but they are all on the third floor. There is a rope bell mechanism at the bottom. If you want to find someone, just pull it and they will know. Why, you didn't read the notice posted on the wall to the right of the door.
?”
Delta cursed.
Olaf noticed Delta's absent-mindedness and said seriously: "These are not important. Now it's time to turn your attention to yourself. Do you have any foundation before?"
"I've never used weapons." Delta shook his head.
"Then I'll start teaching you from the most basic sword-holding posture."
"Step forward with your left foot, hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, and tilt the sword slightly to the right." He used a wooden stick to point on the back of Delta's hand and press it to the left until the angle was satisfactory before releasing it.
"Don't be flat in your hands, a little more sword tip, and go out! Yes. You are not powerful, and you will be a little bit more likely, otherwise others will be cut forward as long as you follow your posture.
Two half! "
Delta's posture was motionless, and the balance advantage brought by the elf blood was playing a role. Olaf was around him two times and found that there was no more guidance.
"That's it, keeping the posture." After that, Olaf stood next to him and picked up a heavy ax to exercise himself, but he observed Delta from time to time to ensure that he was not lazy.
Delta kept her posture for a while, and felt that her hands and legs began to sore. There was also a huge martial arts guidance of the irregular vocal sound of the ax next to her.
He asked himself.
After not knowing how long, his hands and feet began to tremble, and sweat from his forehead.
The means of knowing each other, the fatigue of the acquaintance. This bad experience reminds him of the time of the military training of the earth.
The sound of ringing suddenly came upstairs. It seemed that someone on the first floor came.
Olaf stopped his movement, he still looked at his spirit: "Let's come here first, take a rest for 20 minutes before continuing."
The elf mixed blood almost collapsed instantly, but still stood barely with the sword.
Olav did not know where to find a pocket watch to show him: "Do you know, now it is less than fifteen minutes away from you."
Even what you say is exactly the same as the military training instructor!
When he was breathing, without a towel, Delta wiped sweat with his sleeves and sat slowly on the ground.
"Have you ever entered the army?"
"I did stay in the army for a while, but what did you see?" Olaf was surprised. He was consciously civilized than those soldiers who were in service. He scratched his head with his palms.
Leave five white scratches on the scalp and make a creaking sound.
Delta wants to learn the section of Sherlock Holmes inferred the identity of Huasheng, but now there is no excess to speak, so I have to say, "I guess it."
"Then you guess it is accurate." Olaf also sat down. Although he intentionally controlled his force, he shook it when he was on the ground.
"I have served in the navy of the kingdom and have always made the colonel. You see, this is a memorial left by the sea breeze full of salt and moisture." He pointed to his red skin, this action made his shoulders on his shoulders.
The muscles were drumming, like the ball full of air, and it was eye -catching.
"Colonel muscle block!" Hasta suddenly voiced,
Suddenly a sneer laughed at Delta, Olaf looked at the suddenly smirking elf mixed, I didn't know what I said wrong.
"What's wrong?" He confused.
Delta stopped laughing, his expression resumed normal: "Mr. Olaf, how many people come here every day for guidance?"
"Just come to do ordinary exercise. About thirty or forty, the senior mage who wants to be a fighting mage will also come here for special courses."
Delta didn't know the difference between the combat mage and the ordinary mage, but he knew how to make them suffer.
Chapter completed!