"Master, sir, can you see that I am like this?"

In a semi-enclosed hall, more than a dozen soldiers stood in front of Charles with their upper bodies naked, in a strange way, similar to squatting on the ground with one foot and the other squid in the air.

One of the kind young men who had met not long ago were swaying and maintaining their posture, while asking Charles who was walking by with guilt.

After looking at his current appearance, he looked down at the pattern in the sheepskin scroll in his hand. Charles was a little confused and nodded on the surface.

So the night watchman who had been resurrected from the dead was quite excited, and then his expression began to sway with a focused look, muttering something in his mouth.

If you listen carefully, you will find that this is a blacksmith's blessing or something.

Shire, who walked past others, also received a voice of inquiries. Most of the soldiers looked admiring and humble, and their tone was extremely respectful.

These are the soldiers who followed him to the Land of Eternal Winter, and those who were resurrected have basically worshipped Charles as gods.

Of course, it's just basically that they actually regard Charles as a god's reincarnation, or spokesperson or something, rather than the real gods themselves.

After all, the gods in heaven are only in heaven. If they fall into the ordinary world and become a human being, it is not normal to think about it.

Therefore, the soldiers still call Charles the Lord.

But there are exceptions.

There was a fanatical soldier who ran to Charles for a walk and shouted something great god or something. But because he was too close, he was pulled away by the iron-legged guard.

Charles felt that there was something wrong with the man who believed in God.

In other words, the people in the medieval era were generally simple in their hearts, which was completely different from those modern people who could not bear the deception of evil forces.

All kinds of irrelevant thoughts flashed through my mind. Shire had already corrected all the soldiers' postures, then returned to the hall, quietly began to watch with his hands behind his back.

He followed Tyrion, who seemed like a housekeeper, opposite to Charles' posture, with his hands clasped in front of him, and was only tall at Charles' waist, with slightly curly blonde hair and ugly appearance, and his posture looked quite honest.

However, his black and green eyes kept turning, aiming at the soldiers who were strangely behaving in front of him were full of curiosity and exploration.

Not long ago, Tyrion, who had not yet come back to the shocking news of the two people resurrecting from Charles, saw the iron legs coming out of the King's Tower and called some soldiers in the barracks to see Charles.

Although he was not sure what was going on, it was obvious that this kind of excitement could not be missing his chance to appear, so he quickly followed.

Then he stood here.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He was very research-oriented, pretending to be calm on the surface, and secretly full of doubts, observing the soldiers' strange postures and decorations, and secretly glanced at the scroll with unknown words written behind Charles's back, feeling a sense of uncertainty.

He didn't believe that such a "big fanfare" brought in more than a dozen soldiers just to show off here.

In fact, although Charles himself did not pay much attention, his every move could attract countless people's attention.

There were not many people on the scene at this moment, but if he walked out of here, he would find that many people, including the night watchman, were more or less focused in the hall on the first floor of the King's Tower.

Compared to others, Tyrion felt that he was lucky.

However, even though he saw all this with his own eyes, he couldn't figure out what the person wanted to do now. This made Tyrion feel like he was scratching his head.

But in fact, these Shires do not need to be explained much, because soon after, changes suddenly occurred.

While more than a dozen soldiers were trembling and maintaining their strange postures, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded out of thin air. Then a blue-white lightning suddenly appeared in the void and fell on one of the soldiers' heads in the blink of an eye!

With a thud, the soldier, who was already in difficulty, was immediately struck down and lying on the ground. His brain, which was in contact with lightning, was charred and smoked, his upper body was also black, and his body was twitching and flashing with electric arcs.

"What happened to the gods?"

"Vic, what's wrong with you!"

"Vic!?"

...

Suddenly, the soldiers looked at the unlucky companion, but then the other party trembled and got up from the ground. The charred body, which still had lightning remaining, trembled and looked quite strange.

"How is it?" Charles quietly appeared in front of him and asked as he looked at the dazed soldier.

"I……"

The soldier raised his hand and clenched his fists. The black veins that would appear only after exerting force appeared on the back of the black hand, and his expression was full of confusion: "It hurts very much, but very... very..."

“It’s very cool?”

The dwarf who noticed something from his expression was the soldiers nodded quickly.

As a result, his head was so low that his hair, which had become fragile on his head, immediately scattered, pounced on the soldier's face.

He started to stretch out his hand and snatch it. He looked very energetic and did not feel weak after being struck by lightning. It was completely different from the baby's coma.

After all, one is an adult or the other is an infant.

It was the brown hair that was bitten by a dog and it was a bit unbearable to look at it.

The soldiers finally felt relieved when their companions were fine, and they couldn't help laughing.

However, they did not dare to show it here. Instead, under the scrutiny of Charles, they returned to their previous appearance with some anxiety.

So soon after, a series of lightning sounded loudly.

The continuous sound made the eavesdropping vigils outside the hall full of curiosity and gratitude.

"I won't be chopped to death."

Unable to see the internal situation, Xiong Old Momon, who was pretending to be passing by outside, subconsciously touched the beard on his face.

"Strike to death, chop to death!" A sharp echo voice emerged from the crow's mouth on his shoulder, the bird's head turned, and the dark little eyes were full of excitement.

...

The Thunder Monk Training Method is a relatively popular way of practice in a province in the main high mountain country.

In fact, in Akavia, not all extraordinary people cast spells, and although relatively few people win with physical strength, they are not without them.

Gaoshan Kingdom is a place where melee combat is the mainstream.

However, Dulin has not had a harmonious relationship with Gaoshan Kingdom, so it is difficult to see the extraordinary man of Gaoshan Kingdom in normal times. The only thing Charles has ever contacted is a Fire Mage.

The so-called Thunder Monk Training actually originated from an organization called Exorcist.

As the name suggests, this method of cultivation is carried out using lightning.

The word monk in the latter does not refer to some kind of monk, but because most people who practice this method will be struck by lightning to become bald. After a while, the bald organization was called monks - they did not refute it.

There is such a "martial arts secret book" in the King's Tower books, but Charles didn't care much when he saw it before.

However, when he discovered the various changes in this world due to the birth of the Seven Gods, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of this.

It is even more difficult to practice this method normally, find lightning and lightning, and find the right one that will not be struck to death.

However, in the Song of Ice and Fire, in the face of this situation, it seems that as long as you are pious enough and pray sincerely, you can pray for the arrival of lightning and you will not be worried about being struck to death.

This kind of convenience is simply unbearable without using it.

So although Charles didn't care much about developing his subordinates, it didn't prevent him from doing so casually at the moment.

But he obviously would not have thought about what kind of chain reaction the emergence of this method of cultivation would trigger.

You know, the Song of Ice and Fire is a low-demon world, but there is no so-called practice method here.

But even if he knows, he probably won't care too much. After all, there have been too many fundamental changes in this world during this period.

...

"You mean, as long as you practice this method, you can nourish your body?"

The soldiers were dispersed by Charles after initial practice.

He took Tyrion back to the King's Tower study and began to write some words in Andalese on the desk.

He explained everything just now while writing, but Tyrion suddenly noticed something.

"That's right."

Charles replied, looking up at the other person, and finding that he was thinking about something at the moment.

"You are thinking right. This kind of practice can indeed promote the re-development of your body shape. Although there will not be too many changes, it is still possible to get a small amount of height."

These words made Tyrion extremely excited, but then Charles poured down like a basin of cold water.

"I just want to practice this method for now, I must become more pious to the gods. Even if there is no such limitation, I don't recommend you to learn it."

"Why?" Tyrion humbly asked for advice.

"It's very simple." Charles replied while writing: "If you are struck by lightning for a long time, people will become stupid."

This sounds funny at first, but Tyrion is silent.

Soldiers can practice because they rely on force to win, but he claims to be a wise man, so of course he does not allow himself to become a reckless man or a fool.

After thinking about gains and losses, the dwarf couldn't help but sigh in despair.

"But don't be discouraged," Charles said as he finished his pen, blew the ink marks on the paper, and handed the thing he had just written to the other party.

"I don't have time to manage soldier training, so this task can only be handed over to you. Come on, if you do it well, I will prepare a more suitable choice for you."

A more suitable choice?

Tyrion was excited when he heard this, but he looked at the stack of papers he handed over, and then he hesitated.
To be continued...