Chapter 95 Sir Knock

The words "Come in" contain courage, and he is also prepared for various situations that his apprentice may explode in his imagination, including anger, disgust, or indifference.

But in the end, the door did not open. Alimara has always been a sensible child, although people often forget that she is as old as Roel.

"Sorry, Master, I'm here to apologize."

She didn't open the door, she just held the not-so-thick wooden door open and said, "It's because I'm too weak, so you won't worry. During your rest, I hope to train with Sir Nok."

After speaking, Roel waited for a long time before shouting, "Don't be so nice! I feel even more guilty!" But he found that no one answered at the door.

Children in Bretonnia probably have no childhood left. Most farmers judge whether their children can work not by what they have learned, but by whether they can speak and hold things.

Six years old, which sounds extremely immature, is the time when Bretonnians enter the farmland or training ground. This is why the lives of Roel and Roel may not be much matured by them except for knowledge.

This child is so sensible, so sensible that it makes people sad.

Roel picked up an orange and ate it, and also made up his mind to find a time to talk to Elimala.

He had always wanted to remain a parent and replace her lost relatives, but to be honest, the effect was extremely poor.

Sir Nock is such a complex person. He is a knight, a carefree adventurer, and a rogue.

Thinking too much, a headache crept into his head. Roel lay on the not-so-good wooden bed, ate tangerines, and closed his eyes to rest.

He may become a noble Knight of the Holy Grail, but judging from his current stage of life, he is at best a prodigal.

But from the bottom of his heart, he still wanted to ensure the individuality of the adventurers, rather than train a group of noble guards.

But today was not very friendly to Jazz's throat. Every time he blew the horn, he had to give instructions to his apprentices for sword practice.

He took out the wine from his waist to soothe his throat to prevent himself from getting dehydrated today. The wine in Bretonnia had very little alcohol. He had drank dwarf stuff before, and it felt like his stomach was on fire.

When looking at the sunlight shining through the window, a muffled horn sounded from the courtyard. The adventurers formed various formations and rehearsed under the orders of the knight.

But Jazz was still dissatisfied. "Too slow!" The dry branches slapped him on the buttocks, and the adventurers who watched were also trembling. Because Jazz was extremely strong, the master who could use a giant sword was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

After that, when he drank it, it was almost like water.

Jazz is a very experienced teacher, and his accomplishments in fishing are even more amazing. He found a chair, crossed his legs, and looked like a gangster.

It can be said that Ryan's butt has been tempered for thousands of times. If an ordinary person touches it, it will be weak and numb.

His strength is as strong as any knight's, which is breathtaking. As long as you see how he cuts the neck of a beast next to him, you will not have any disobedient thoughts towards him.

Before he could hardly tell the difference between wine and ale, a white arm suddenly put his shoulder. When Jazz looked sideways, he saw a resolute expression that was not inferior to that of the knights.

He was operating with both hands and feet on the chair. It was not impossible to say that he was not impressed by Roel's training.

When the leather bag shriveled up, he missed the silver wine cup at home again. When drinking from this thing, it really smelled like leather and urine.

"Come on!" he yelled. The young man also performed beautiful sword skills almost instinctively, and Ryan was almost impeccable.

Even so, the progress of training is still not fast. If you want to actually go to the battlefield, both the adventurers and your own students are still immature.

High, noble, powerful, and smart.

"What are you looking at?!" Jazz yelled at the adventurers and blew the horn again. "Ugh~!"

If Roel used his wisdom and his somewhat "cute" innocence, or his charisma to get them to work, then Jazz probably used his complete personal force.

Roel would not be like this. He would care about empathizing with his subordinates and strengthening the relationship. However, for Bretonnians, it is normal for the commanding officer to look like a knight.

"Miss Alimara, ma'am, what are you doing?"

He is just a young man. No matter how reliable and experienced he seems, in fact, from the beginning of the journey until now, Elena may be more like a relative of Miss Ellimara.

He was holding a branch in his hand, which was extremely long and guaranteed to make a crackling sound like a whip when it was hit on a person.

Seeing the idle people in front of him being ordered by him, Jazz loved this life-saving horn more and more, and he didn't want to give it back to Roel!

Except for his mother, Sir probably never remembered a woman's name so clearly in his life, because the women in his life were probably the same as those in the tavern with heavy makeup.

But Sir still commented in his heart that Alimaara was more suitable to be born into a noble family.

Even her experience makes her so determined and sensible.

Elimara looked at Jazz and said seriously, "Please teach me swordsmanship!"
Chapter completed!