He avoided the afternoon sun and lay on the grass in the forest. Through the gaps between tree branches and leaf buds, he watched small pieces of white clouds drifting freely and slowly across the blue Spanish sky.

He has a strong body and well-developed muscles like an adult, but the velvet beard around the corners of his mouth shows that he is still in adolescence.

He was wearing a silk blouse, yet he lay so casually on the young grass and dead leaves, letting them wrinkle.

He frowned, his bulging Adam's apple moved up and down, and murmured to himself in a deep voice:

"Roger, Roger, why did you lose to a woman? Just lose, you can't even figure out how you lost. You really embarrass the time-travelers."

Roger thought, how did she put her sword on his throat?

He replayed his memory:

At the beginning, you drew your sword and saluted, but you said provocative words.

She held the drawn sword in her left hand and also saluted.

Then she moved to her left side and slid sideways, trying to get around the outside of your right hand holding the sword to avoid your front.

You rotate with your toes and heels, keeping you facing her.

She is still sliding sideways, like a satellite orbiting you.

She thrust out the first sword, which was probably just a test.

You use your sword to push it back, and the two swords make a pleasant "ding" when they touch lightly.

You raise your sword and stab it straight, aiming at the deep canyon between the two peaks.

She was still sliding sideways, and the dagger in her right hand blocked your sword.

You hurriedly returned your sword to defend yourself. The stress reaction of turning to the right during the military training in your previous life saved you, and you blocked another thrust from her left hand.

She was still sliding sideways, in the same direction.

You attempted to cut her in half with a semicircular slash.

You missed it.

This is strange. Roger paused his memory. He thought, indeed, this is strange.

He thought that her sword was narrow and thin, and the sword was connected with the guard to protect her hand. It looked very light. The key was that her sword was definitely not as long as his own sword "mosquito bite".

He thought, why could she stab him but his horizontal slash couldn't hit her?

This was unreasonable and Roger couldn't understand it, so he decided to skip this paragraph first.

He continued to play back the memories:

She continued to slide sideways, still in the same direction.

Your sword power is too old, so you have to return to the sword.

She thrust forward, almost hitting your shoulder.

You turned sideways and stepped back quickly, getting out of the attack range of her sword and saving your shoulder.

Your ankle hurts a little. This time you were forced to step back, your posture was out of shape, and you almost sprained your foot.

You can't see her anymore, and you know she must have slipped sideways again.

Now she has slipped out of your sight and should be at your right back shoulder.

In order to prevent her from sneaking up on you while you are invisible, you took another half step back.

When you retreat, you twist your body on the balls of your feet, use your body to move your hand, and swing your sword with your arm to strike.

If she had made a sneak attack just now, she would have been hit by you.

But she didn't make a sneak attack.

So you missed it, and you caught the fluttering corner of her clothes from the corner of your right eye.

She is still sliding sideways and is still on your right back shoulder.

Your sensitive little ears picked up the sound of the wind.

You could have jumped forward like a donkey and rolled on the ground. You could have dodged the sword.

But you can't pull this face off.

You choose to do a powerful backhand chop.

This is a style of play that leads to mutual destruction, and is almost a rogue in this competition.

But you have become so angry that you do nothing to get rid of your predicament.

You make a 270-degree turn when you perform a return chop.

You deliberately turned a little more, thinking that she would continue to slide in the same direction.

Your return attack successfully knocked off her dagger, sending it flying out with a bang.

When you turned around, you saw her figure quickly sliding from your right side to your left side out of sight, so fast that it even left an afterimage, as if a hand was waving in front of your eyes.

You know something is wrong, she's sliding sideways this time and you've turned too far.

After a moment, Roger pressed pause again.

He thought, this is wrong, this is another unreasonable place.

He thought that his right hand struck back and knocked off her dagger, which meant that the sound heard by his little ears was the thrust of the dagger and not the sword.

She slid to the left but stabbed with the dagger. Why did this posture feel so awkward?

There is a problem here.

Roger calls the famous detective Roger Kogoro to help with the details.

What came to mind was a masked Roger. As soon as he appeared, he struck the air with his sword and made a "z".

"If you don't know how to respect women, I can teach you." Zorro said. (What Zorro said is quoted from the movie "Zorro", the same below)

"Stop it," Roger said to himself in his mind, "help me go through her moves."

"Okay, get ready to take the move." Zoroger said.

Roger commanded: "Left sword and right dagger, slide to the left and stab with the right dagger."

Roger stumbled and almost sprained his waist.

Zoroger rubbed his waist with dissatisfaction and said: "Your conspiracy almost succeeded."

So, there is a problem here. Roger felt like he had a clue.

Roger let Zoroger leave in his mind, canceled the pause and continued the memory:

The next thing you know, you're simply defeated.

You were frozen after striking back hard, and your little ears heard the sound of the wind again, this time it would only be the sword.

You can only run forward in embarrassment.

In fact, you still have a choice. You can admit defeat decently like a gentleman, but you just can't lose face.

The sound of wind is always chasing behind your head.

You don't even have time to look back, you just run forward.

In the end, you stuck to the wall like a piece of dog-skin plaster, and then a sword was placed on your neck in the cold.

You lose like the worst gambler and lose your pants.

You might as well surrender early.

Roger ended his memory and rolled on the ground in frustration.

He thought, it was really embarrassing and humiliating.

Roger felt that he still couldn't figure it out. He was angrily looking for excuses.

He thought maybe the memory was opened in the wrong way.

He thought that maybe he should try Mu Tieyi's narrative habit of tracing back to the source and starting from the beginning.

Roger was suddenly stunned.

Damn it, he thought, how could you approve of Mu Tieyi's narrative habits.

When did you start recognizing his habit of starting from the beginning for everything?

Roger thought, you must have been led astray by Muteyi after learning Greek.

Mu Tieyi always wants to explain every grammar and every rule clearly and clearly from the beginning.

Roger thought, under the guidance of Mu Tieyi, your progress in Greek can be described as rapid.

Mu Tieyi also helped you review Latin and Arabic, and corrected many of your grammatical errors.

Mutieyi even corrected some of your pronunciation errors in Norman French to make your accent more pure.

Roger thought that Moutier was indeed a genius in language learning. He, a pure Arab, could actually help himself, a pure Norman, correct the pronunciation of his mother tongue.

Mu Tieyi's talent in learning languages ​​is really admirable.

He thought, so what the hell you unknowingly picked up his bad habits.

Forget it, maybe I can figure things out by starting from the beginning.

Roger thought, how could I come all the way to the Iberian Peninsula to humiliate myself?

He fell into deep memories.
Chapter completed!