Seeing Snow's beautiful face that made people want to punch him appear in the field of vision, Caspars dissatisfiedly inserted the cue in his hand next to the table and waved to the people next to him.
They can go out first.
Most of the people who played with Kaspars also knew what kind of business he was in, and they didn't have any dissatisfaction. It wasn't until all the unrelated people left that Kaspers stepped forward and knocked on Snow's chest.
Then he said:
"Oh hell, how many shots did you fire today? The smell of gunpowder smoke on your body is so strong that it's almost soaked in your taste!"
"I just stayed at the shooting range all morning and lost about three pounds (referring to the price of bullets). By the way, wasn't I a little early?" Snow said, and took out his silver.
Pocket watch, a symbolic glance.
"It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later." Caspars didn't intend to argue with him in this regard, so he waved his hand and said:
"Let's go, I'll take you to see your fighting teacher."
Following the limping Caspars out of the Brave Bar, the two quickly crossed the Backlund Bridge and arrived at the Jowood District, which can be considered the easiest place to live in Backlund - either a typo or an easy place to live.
area.
Unlike the West Side and Queens District, which require wealthy businessmen to afford living here, and unlike the East Side and Bridge District, which have to face various public security risks, this place has relatively good public security, relatively good consumption standards, and relatively
Nice air environment.
"The teacher I found for you is a retired knight, but he was not very lucky. He had just become an official knight and ushered in the era of high-pressure steam rifles. Because he had no impressive achievements, he was not as good as those at least
Old knights who have been active will also receive compensation. However, his dead father left him a large fortune. Even if he does nothing, it will be enough for him to hang out in Backlund and wait to die.
But his strength is really good, and he has taught fighting skills to several people like you. By the way, his fighting lessons are charged according to the project. According to him, "You extraordinary people can learn it in one or two lessons."
For all the content, charging by the hour is really a loss, but none of the extraordinary people he has taught has come back to cause trouble, you can rest assured about this."
Caspars limped and told Snow about the teacher's resume while learning an accent he didn't know where he came from.
Snow nodded and had a general understanding of the teacher's professionalism. He had taught several Beyonders and still continued to take jobs, which at least meant that what he taught was worth the money.
Although Caspars walked with a limp, his speed could not be said to be too slow. The two walked for about ten minutes and stopped in front of a single-family house with a garden, although the location was only in the Jowood District.
It's a "rubbish area" on the border with the Bridge District, but the annual rent for such a house starts at 80 pounds.
Caspars walked to the door in a few steps, grabbed the tongue of the bell hanging on the fence, and swung it hard a few times, making a harsh "clang" sound.
"Stop knocking! Damn it! I have to replace this bell sooner or later! Damn it, didn't you say you wouldn't come until after four o'clock?"
A slightly rude voice came from the courtyard, and then a middle-aged man who didn't look tall but was very energetic appeared.
He looked to be in his early forties. His hair and beard seemed to have been unkempt for some time and looked messy. There were still a few drops of sweat on his face. He must have been doing some physical work before.
He maintains a very good figure. Although he doesn't have muscles that can stretch out his shirt, he doesn't have a beer belly. The muscle lines of his arms are very smooth, and his speech seems to be full of confidence.
"Is this the new student you found for me? It seems... forget it, you Extraordinaries are always full of fraud anyway!" The man said, opening the wooden door that was actually useless, and motioned to Snow and
Let's talk after Caspars comes in.
The two of them followed him to the backyard, only to find that it had been transformed into a training ground, a sandpit, horizontal bars, sandbags, dumbbells, and some equipment whose purpose was unclear at first glance.
Kaspars, on the other hand, looked unconcerned, patted Snow on the shoulder and said:
"Mordred, this is the Snow I'm telling you. Snow, he is Mordred, you can just call him by his name."
"Mordred? Your father's name is Arthur or your father's name is Artoria?" Snow complained in his heart, but on the surface he just said hello politely. Although this name is very interesting, but
Taking into account the fact that the timid teacher is named Gawain, maybe the retired knights of Loen can really put together a round table cowherd group.
"Snow, right? Let's not talk nonsense. Here is the price list. Let's see what you want to learn." Mordred did not notice Snow's wild brain circuits and waved Caspars away.
Then he pulled out a menu-like hinge from the corner and threw it to Snow. When he opened it, he saw that it was clearly marked with a fee based on the project:
Basic fighting skills: 12 suler
Basic swordsmanship: 8 suler
Military martial arts: 1 pound 5 sores
Military fencing: 1 pound
Knight workout: 2 pounds
Knight's Breath: 3 pounds
Equestrian: 2 pounds
…
"What is the Knight's Breathing Technique?" Snow looked at the most expensive but most unclear gadget and asked. Mordred glanced at him and said as if he knew you were going to ask:
"It's an antique from the last era. It's a tool that works with the knight's exercise method to increase physical fitness. But the best is like me. It's not as good as your physical fitness after drinking a bottle of potion, and it will regress once you stop. I could still bully you in the past.
Ordinary people, after they have a high-pressure steam rifle, it is just something they practice for fun."
After hearing this, Snow's eyes lit up and he immediately asked: "Then after I learn it, can I teach it to others?"
"Boy, do you know?" Mordred heard Snow's question, and a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Although it is worthless now, this thing used to be an heirloom of every knight family! Although
We can’t deal with extraordinary people, but how many extraordinary people can there be on the battlefield?”
"so what?"
"Teach whatever you want!"
"Huh?" Snow didn't react for a moment, and thought he heard "you have to pay more" wrongly. However, it seemed that he noticed Snow's surprise, and Mordred spread his hands and said:
"You have a mouth, and I can't add a lock to this method. After you learn it, I can teach others how to control it. For a few pounds, should I go find a lawyer and sign a contract with you? Besides, let's talk about it.
Well, I’m not short of money, and teaching disciples is just a hobby. As long as you don’t use my name to cause trouble everywhere, I don’t care how many people you teach.”
Seeing that Mordred was so generous and not talking nonsense, Snow immediately counted out a 10-pound note from his wallet: