What floated across his field of vision was the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. He had been looking at it in a daze for a long time, but the god in charge of death did not come and take away his consciousness. This kind of waiting was really too long, and it was too long.
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So he sat up in a daze.
He never thought that he could sit up, but in any case, it seemed to be a conditioned reflex, like sleeping for too long, opening his eyes and feeling unable to move, but after a while, he would still have to sit up.
of.
At night, in the slightly chilly wilderness, he felt that the world was a little difficult to understand. Why was it here? Why was it like this? So what should the real scene look like?
It took him a while to realize that there should be Castle of Thorns, there should be war and smoke, there should be thousands of soldiers, there should be seas of blood, there should be Grace...but they are all gone. He can be sure that those are not
Although Meng had been cowardly in the past, years of hard work had actually made his spirit as solid as a rock, and he had a firm understanding of everything. But what was in front of him was not a dream either. This grassy slope and what was behind him were
Trees, the huge city in the distance ahead, the moon in the sky, this is...Yale.
Yale, an important city in the north of the Rhine Empire, was the place where he lived from the death of his parents until he was fifteen years old. When he was fifteen, his sister inherited the title of earl in the imperial capital, so he moved south. Since then, all kinds of shadows and pressures have been silent.
The rest of the world was spreading. He once thought that those conspiracies and calculations, and various causes and conditions would be like the mighty force of fate pushing behind him. So he could only drift with the tide, confused, and never returned to this place. It was only in seven years.
At the end of the war, he heard that this place was attacked by Bandus and the entire city was destroyed. He had never seen what it looked like when the city was destroyed, but in any case, it should not be like this scene again.
At this time, the bright moon has risen above the treetops. Looking down from this hillside, Yale's city wall stretches in front of the field of vision as before, embracing it in both directions. Crowds of people and torches can still be seen coming in and out at the city gate.
The light extends into the distant forest in the dim night, while the light of the city ripples on the other side. The market, civilian areas, aristocratic areas, the light of torches and oil lamps are connected in the city, and even attract the most attention.
The magic light radiating from the huge Master Tower attracted people's attention. Looking back slightly, the lights of the Laurel Sentence Tower at the foot of the mountain were also flickering in the distance.
Everything is as it was in the memory.
Looking at my hands, even myself at this time has changed back to what I was when I was a teenager, as if as a teenager he came to play outside the city, slept drowsily on the hillside, and did
I had a long dream, and when I woke up, it was like this, looking at Yale that had not changed in my memory.
However, the nightmare was too real after all, and he had already passed the age where he would be blinded by illusions in the dream. Now he sat there in a daze for a long time, and he subconsciously waved his hand - the hand that belonged to the young man.
——Not much magic power began to feed back the message contained in this simple action. The branch of the big tree more than ten meters behind shook slightly, and a leaf struggled off the branch, floating as if blown by the wind.
It flew out and landed on that hand.
The young man looked at the blade tiredly. Gradually the blade began to tremble, and the small trembling became faster and faster. After a few seconds, the edge of the blade began to decompose due to the high-frequency vibration of magic power, turning into dust and flying away.
Seconds later, the blade disappeared amid such vibrations.
"Ah..." He exhaled a long breath and stood up on the grass slope. Many things could not be understood and many things could not be thought about. This body had been fully rested and full of vitality, but it was full of vitality.
What was more in his mind was still the fatigue that seemed to have been struggling for a lifetime. The place he originally thought was the end had not arrived, so he could only keep walking.
Staggering all the way down the mountain, I passed the city gate illuminated by fire, walked along the long road, passed through pedestrians at night, and came face to face with patrolling soldiers. The carriage of the nobles rushed past. I don’t know how long it took.
, he saw the door of the Earl's Mansion deep in his memory, so he walked in. Someone greeted him on the way, but he couldn't pay attention to it. He just walked all the way to the room that should belong to him, opened the door and closed it.
, and lay down heavily on the big bed.
If this is his destination, he is already prepared not to wake up again. If it is a dream and everything in the future, then he can only think about it in the future.
He was so tired that he just wanted to put down all his memories and burdens temporarily and have a restful, carefree sleep.
In the quiet night, during the period when my thoughts fell into deep sleep, time was still moving forward rapidly. The lights of the city were shining and changing. Gradually, the city gate was closed. The light strip outside the city seemed to be cut off, and the darkness moved towards the distance.
As it spread everywhere, the light in the huge city became even more intense. There were banquets held in noble mansions, the atmosphere of carnival, the warmer lights after the shops closed, and a small fire broke out at one end of the city.
The fire, then the light spots spread, the fire was extinguished, and then dispersed.
As time continues to move forward, the lights in civilian areas and commercial areas gradually begin to become thinner. After midnight, the carnival banquets also begin to disperse. The city becomes quiet, and darkness envelopes the wilderness from all directions. At the deepest point of the night,
The city seemed to have stopped functioning. Only the smallest light spots that could sustain life were still shining. Even the huge magic tower seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. In the thin mist, the eastern sky began to turn dark.
The deepest part is liberated.
Dots of light spots lit up again, and life and vitality began to gather inside and outside the city. This was the most obvious moment of the metabolism of the entire city. The sunlight broke through the white fish belly in the east, and the light spread irresistibly. The city
Beginning to enter the day dominated by hustle and vitality, the noisy early morning, the gradually settling morning, the dazzling noon, and the afternoon when the light dyes the city into a lazy earthy yellow. In an inconspicuous Duke's Mansion in Yale City, it is like
In ordinary work and life scenes in the past, several people were talking.
"Aren't you up yet?"
"Yes, I came back at that time yesterday and didn't eat dinner. I slept until now. Why don't we let Gonia go in and take a look?"
"...No need. If you can sleep well, there will be nothing wrong with your body. It sounds like your breathing is normal."
"But Master Sharjah has never missed class before, right?"
"...Ahem, let's wait until he gets wet before asking."
The conversation in the courtyard in the afternoon was between Charles, the butler of the Earl's Mansion, and the gardener named Reggie. After a short conversation, they resumed their previous work. Currently, only one of the nominal nobles and owners of the Earl's Mansion is still living here.
There are underage children, and there are more than thirty people living directly under this noble title. As long as nothing major happens, they must maintain the normal operation of the mansion.
It was as calm and peaceful as the afternoons in the past, and everyone was doing their own work. After a while, someone came over and told Butler Charles: "Master Sharjah is up."
"Is everything okay? Have you prepared the meal?"
"The meal is ready. Master Sharjah seems to be fine, but... he is sitting at the gate..."
"Um?"
"Uh...he's sitting on the steps."
"...I understand, I'll go right away."
Charles thought for a while, walked through the corridor, and went all the way to the gate of the Earl's Palace. When he went out from the side door next to the main entrance, he saw Sharjah Barrymore, the current half-owner of the Earl's Palace, sitting on the steps.
The thin and delicate young man was sitting inconspicuously on the stone steps there, with his hands folded on his knees and his chin resting on his arms. He looked at the occasional pedestrians passing by on the road outside the Earl's Palace, and seemed to be watching.
Thinking about something.
Maybe... lost in love...
Charles thought.
Although the boy is still young, for many people, he has indeed reached the ignorant age to know about love. This reason can also explain his abnormal sleep from last night to now. Charles thought so, from
He walked closer and said, "Master Sharjah."
"Um...Charles."
Sharjah did not look back and was still looking at a pedestrian passing by. After a pause, he said Charles's name, but his tone was slightly different from the past, as if he had searched his memory several times before recalling the vicissitudes of life.
But of course this is an illusion.
"Master Sharjah, sitting like this goes against the image and cultivation of a noble..."
"Well, really..."
If in the past, he was reminded like this, the young man named Sharjah would stand up immediately. It is not that he is afraid of the housekeeper, maybe it can be said that he respects him. He has a good character, so good that he almost never causes trouble to others.
. But at this time, he just replied lightly, nodded, and sat like that for a while before standing up from there, looking back with a clear smile.
"knew."
So not long after, he sat at the long table in the Earl's Palace restaurant and started to eat. There was not much food, white bread, corned beef, Yale's specialty black taro puree and a glass of freshly squeezed juice. He ate not fast and slowly
Feel the vibration of these things touching your taste buds with your heart. The sun is shining slantly from outside the open door. Occasionally, a servant from the Earl's Palace walks by. No one can feel that he is still quiet now and is different from the quiet and introverted person before.
There are many differences in Mr. Sharjah.
The next two days passed quietly like this. He seemed to be immersed in some kind of novelty and strangeness, and was in a panicky mood. He quietly looked at everything around him, slept, ate, greeted people, and walked out during the day.
Earl's Palace, walking in the sunny market - he has not walked so easily for many years, and has not seen such peaceful streets for many years. The countless deaths he has witnessed have been written off, and they have not happened yet.
, he has not yet become the necromancer who suffers a lot in his heart and struggles under the weight of fate all the time. He is still such a young man...
He sat on the steps beside the road and watched the passers-by. He spent half the morning just watching without moving. Or he walked around Yale, just walking and getting close to where he was supposed to be studying at this time.
The Yale Academy of Aristocracy was familiar but unfamiliar, but he did not go in - he did not go to class in the past two days, but the problem was not big. The management of this aspect in the Academy of Aristocracy was not strict. As long as he was a noble with a little wealth, his family would
Everyone can afford a good magic or martial arts teacher, and the popular courses in school are not compulsory for most students.
After two years of this, the memories of the past settled in this reality.
In the year 506 of the Warring States Period, Yale, this was the summer when he was thirteen years old.
Two years later, my sister will officially inherit the title of Earl, so I went to the Imperial Capital and studied at Lucius's Imperial Academy. During my time in the Imperial Capital, Uncle Patrick, as the deputy patriarch of the Barrymore family, took good care of me.
, and therefore he lived a life that seemed unusually warm. In 510, his 20-year-old sister took over the Empire's Sixth Legion and became the youngest legion commander in the history of the Empire, as well as one of the youngest sword masters.
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In May 13, the shadow cast by Uncle Patrick turned into real pressure and came overwhelmingly. I began to understand the cause of death of my parents, some grudges, and at the same time got the Code of the Dead, and understood that my sister had always been there.
After all the hard work, my sister launched a rebellion.
In May 14, my sister passed away, and I became a heretic practicing necromancy.
In May 15, the influence of the rebellion carried out by my sister was finally channeled after a year of incubation, and it broke out in full force, playing the prelude to the Seven Years' War. I traveled everywhere and witnessed countless wars and battles.
Death, until the great escape from Thornburg in 521, when hundreds of thousands of people were killed in a massacre...
Now, none of the things that made him feel as painful as his whole heart being ripped out had happened just thinking about it.
Nowadays, the Rhine Empire is at its most prosperous moment. As one of the three aristocratic families in the Rhine, the Barrymore family has an astonishing power. The cousin named Patrick is also one of the people at the core of the family's power. He himself
He and his sister are now just dispensable side branches of the Barrymore family. His conspiracy has long been spread. After his sister's death, he once thought that maybe no matter how powerful his sister was, the rebellion would not be successful. His sister was at that time
Perhaps it was because he understood the disparity in strength that he made such a decisive fight, because once the enemy took the lead, he might not even have a chance to fight.
Now, he still has seven years to prepare for everything before everything breaks out.
Some things can be very complicated, or they can be very simple. In the past, he only saw a small part of the final results of Patrick's plans. Now, there may be people from him in the Earl's Mansion. What are these plans ultimately for?
I don't understand that hatred may just be convenient. I once thought that maybe he was involved in the outbreak of the Seven Years' War and the demise of the Rhine Empire, and he wanted to destroy everything accurately one by one.
It was very difficult, and he didn't understand which part of the plan was the most critical, but no matter what, there were always some things that could be very simple.
In any case, Patrick himself is always the core figure who cannot escape. Seven years and enough time will allow him to return to his peak. When the time comes, he will hide in the darkness, find the core of the conspiracy, including him, and give him a fatal blow.
No matter how powerful the power behind him is, I will no longer be a burden by then, but I can still protect my sister. Even if I can't defeat him, I can leave in the worst case. Even if I leave the mainland and sail to the sea, it doesn't matter. In any case, this point
Things can always be done.
There was a time when he longed for power very much, but at that time, he always wanted to become stronger but could not get it. Later, after he had such power, the power itself had no meaning. After experiencing those things, he had lost
In order to have the mentality of fighting bravely with others, you don’t necessarily have to kill anyone, and you don’t necessarily have to defeat anyone, because no matter what, the people who died will never wake up again. The final battle at Castle of Thorns
, he had never thought about fighting. In his opinion, it was just a simple process of going to death. However, now, these powers finally have some meaning.
The feeling of manipulating those powers and the feeling of resonating with magic power is still clear in his heart. Everything that needs to be experienced has been experienced. All that is needed is to improve the body's qualifications step by step. The memory exists in
The soul, the coordination and conditioned reflexes of many complex controls are engraved on the body. It is not difficult to repeat these things in seven years.
On a hot summer evening, the young man sat under the big tree in the Earl's Mansion, gently moving the symbols with the branches, calculating the steps to move forward. In fact, speaking of it, he had very poor qualifications in magic and martial arts.
This may be because he is a mixture of nobles and commoners. Since the ancient Magic Empire, the bloodlines of many nobles have indeed had unique advantages in magical martial arts training. However, over the past thousand years, the bloodlines of various nobles have gradually been diluted. This is also
Nowadays, every big noble family has extremely strict restrictions on intermarriage among common people.
He is the extreme end of mediocre qualifications. Because of this, his father, the Marquess of Lanster, was still unmarried in the Barrymore family genealogy until his death. He is also equivalent to an illegitimate son who is not recognized by the upper class and has no qualifications to inherit the title.
Later, when I practiced necromancy, there was no progress at first. It was not until I used necromancy for treatment that my strength began to increase by leaps and bounds, and finally reached a level that even I could not define.
Maybe I just have a talent for therapy...
Now of course, there is no need to start with necromancy. It is not good to be discovered. In terms of the control of basic elements, all powers have the same goal. He once envied his sister's appearance when fighting... Well, he might as well be a sword himself.
Well, Shi... Didn't Cecilia say that a man must have a sense of humor?
Thinking of Cecilia, he looked beyond the outer wall of the Earl's Palace, far away in the direction of the magic tower in the distance, which was also the location of the Yale Academy of Nobility. On the other side, Charles came again.
"Master Sharjah, these past few days... you don't seem to have gone to school."
"Go tomorrow." He turned his head and said apologetically.
Yes, it’s time to go see her...
In that period of his life, the only woman he had a sexual relationship with was, in a sense... his teacher, and his wife...
two,
In the summer of Warring States Year 506, Cecilia Ravenbell was twenty-three years old. This woman, who was ten years older than Sharjah, was working as an alchemy teacher at the Yale Academy of Aristocracy at this time. She was a person whose statement was not obvious.
A girl from a viscount family whose father is an alcoholic and whose mother is a prostitute has an older brother who is used to being domineering, a younger brother who calls himself a playboy, and a younger sister who is a philanderer who wants to marry into the royal family. As far as Cecilia is concerned, she
She has always been a misfit in this family. Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, this red-haired girl with a hot figure but always treats others very badly also happens to be the eldest daughter in the family with a flamboyant personality and a gender-bending personality.
It's no different. She has used this statement more than once to laugh at herself.
Although she has a bad personality - this manifests itself in many aspects, it is difficult to describe it in detail at once - but this girl named Cecilia has had an indescribable talent for the study of magic circles since she was a child, which is a side branch of alchemy.
The characteristics of this branch are that it is very laborious, very resource-intensive, has a very narrow scope of application, etc. On the mainland at this time, this subject is somewhat useless. It is mainly used in some immovable buildings or objects, such as underground palaces.
Treasures and the like.
It sounds like if you become a treasure hunter, you will be very rich, but in fact, this is not the case. The power of the magic circle is limited. After discovering an underground palace, a knowledgeable magic circle alchemist can safely open the way, but equally, a powerful magic circle alchemist can safely open the way.
Warriors or magicians can also be violently dismantled, and training a warrior or magician requires much less effort and investment than training a magic circle alchemist.
But in any case, due to her attainments in magic circle science, Cecilia joined a mercenary group at the age of seventeen and traveled throughout the empire within a few years. It was only three years ago that she came to Yale.
I took over the teaching position in the Noble College, settled down temporarily, and at the same time accumulated the experience gained in the past few years.
The initial interaction between Sharjah and her was actually very simple. The curriculum of the aristocratic college was not strict - on the entire continent, such schools were basically focused on research. They used generous remuneration to attract talents from all walks of life to join the school as teachers.
, the most important thing is actually to provide them with a place and resources for research. The teachers who teach basic courses are very solid, but when it comes to various high-level and detailed subjects, it all depends on the teacher's interest. They focus on their own research.
It is impossible to easily tell every student a too deep and deeply personal understanding. In fact, this is not conducive to the development of ordinary students. Of course, if you are interested, you can naturally find a suitable teacher.
Advanced inquiry, mutual discussion and research are more in nature.
At this time, the distinctions between the various detailed subjects are still relatively blurry. The two major subjects of martial arts and magic are relatively detailed, and each branch has a dedicated teacher. However, for courses like alchemy, the teachers must be quite large.
Erudite, Cecilia is good at magic circle, but her title is still the unified alchemy instructor. At the same time, she will also teach some basic alchemy courses to interested students, including potions as Sharjah's major.
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As Sharjah, who has planned to be a professional therapist since he was a child, he focused on two subjects, majoring in potions and minoring in healing magic based on holy light, also known as white magic. In fact,
Most therapists will choose to major in white magic, but potions are not widely used nowadays and have always been a minor subject. Unfortunately, Sharjah's talent in magic is really bad, so he can only choose to study potions.
Do a deep dig.
Most of the students in aristocratic colleges have some background. If they really want to develop in a direction, they can often find very good teachers based on family connections. This is one of the reasons why the school is relatively laissez-faire towards these colleges, because in general, ordinary
While the academy was still teaching basic courses to the children of common people, no matter how stupid these aristocratic children who had a lot of resources were, they had already passed the basic courses they needed.
But even so, since they came to school, of course they couldn't choose subjects and teachers that they were really not interested in. Since Cecilia was unknown and her major in magic circles was really unknown, they chose to be in her class.
The children who were studying were either naive and interested in the teacher's hot body, or they were just dawdling or filled in the wrong form and were too lazy to correct it. Even so, the students Cecilia was responsible for were still only a dozen or so.
Among them, Sharjah, who wanted to learn potions, was more interested in this course and became one of the students who listened to the class most seriously.
This kind of connection is not enough to make the two people who are ten years apart in age have more connections. In terms of personality, Cecilia, who has fiery red hair, is cold and bad to outsiders, but lazy and laissez-faire towards herself.
Once he starts doing research, he forgets to sleep and eat. Sharjah's character is introverted and shy. Even if he is bullied, he has no way to take revenge.
Three years have passed. Apart from the interactions inside and outside the classroom, the two of them have not had any in-depth interactions. Although they occasionally have casual conversations like friends, it is just because of Cecilia's casual personality.
His talent in Potions is not very good, and most of the questions he asked were at the elementary level, and Cecilia could still answer them. If they were really profound, Cecilia would casually ask him to find other more professional tutors.
At the end of the inquiry, he said more directly: "It would be easier for you to not learn potions at all. If you just stick to the Holy Light Technique, even if you have no talent, you will be more successful than alchemy."
"Such words come. Fortunately, Sharjah has understood her lazy character at this time. This sentence is mostly a joke, so he will not be too shocked.
In 508, her sister Angelina took over the position of earl, and Sharjah left Yale for the imperial capital. At this time, the transfer procedures had been completed. At the same time, Cecilia's contract with Yale expired, and the Noble Academy was
He hoped to keep her, but Cecilia wanted to visit the imperial capital, so she went south with Sharjah. Later, Sharjah entered the Lucius Academy of Magic and Martial Arts in the imperial capital. Cecilia also became a teacher in this academy.
later……
It gets weirder after that...
There were some trivial things. In May 11, when Sharjah was about to turn 18, the two had a relationship. It is hard to say whether Sharjah pushed the teacher or the teacher accidentally pushed the childish Sharjah down.
It was clear to say, but in short, the relationship continued like this. Cecilia did not show too enthusiastic emotions about this relationship, and it was difficult for Sharjah at the time to understand Cecilia.
The only thing I know about why the teacher chose him is that from beginning to end, he was indeed the only man who had a relationship with Cecilia.
Men must have a sense of humor - this is what Cecilia said. Of course, the sense of humor does not refer to telling jokes. What she admires is a calm and calm character that remains unmoved even when the mountain collapses. However, until the end, he was always indecisive.
Sharjah was really far from having such a sense of humor. Therefore, during that period of time, he often wondered whether he was a passerby and an episode in his teacher's life.
It was not until the autumn of May 14, after his sister died that he was labeled as a heretic and was hunted down. Cecilia, who could have stayed out of the matter, died trying to save him. Only then did he understand that from beginning to end, Cecilia
In fact, she has already done everything a wife should do.
But at the moment, the twenty-three-year-old Cecilia has no plans to become a wife. She is currently deceiving a group of alchemy apprentices in class about the significance of explosions to alchemy. The reason why she feels the need to mention this is because
A few days ago, a considerable explosion occurred during her experiment, burning off less than half of her hair, so she had no choice but to cut her long, wavy hair into a short hairstyle.
"...Don't think that the explosion is a failure, and it proves that so and so is of low level. As an alchemist, you must have a flexible mind and keen observation, and be good at discovering things worthy of your awe from all the clues. Alchemy
In the final analysis, it is a science of controlling explosions. You set up a magic circle and form a device, and ultimately it is to make it explode and achieve the killing effect. Therefore, even if the experiment fails, the effect of the explosion can often prove the alchemist's ability.
, since they have the ability to achieve an uncontrollable explosion of a certain scale, they are actually only one step away from being controllable. The explosion is proof of their strength. You must also learn to observe in the future..."
"Then...Teacher, if we put many, many magic crystals together and detonate them, wouldn't we be able to tell others that we are alchemists in the legendary realm..."
"Shut up! Don't find fault. The explosion is just a proof. I don't ask you to deliberately pursue uncontrollable explosions..."
Cecilia threw a charcoal pen in displeasure, and hit the young man behind him on the forehead. Everyone started laughing. Cecilia glanced at the young man, and there were only two or three students in the class who liked him.
Although this young man named Sharjah has poor qualifications, he is quite attentive. He just didn’t come to class two days ago. Today he dared to joke with himself. He hates children who are as big as brats. Moreover, he was behind his back today.
Carrying a big sword on his back...what are you doing...
No matter in which era, magic and martial arts are the mainstream of society. The cultivation of these two things requires some universal foundations, but beyond the basics, if you want to develop, you still need a variety of different personalities. What is brought in schools
It is normal to wear strange weapons or wands to class, because many martial arts schools emphasize cultivating relationships with weapons. The sword should be kept with the body every day and be taken care of as a part of one's body. However, this young man has never practiced sword skills at all in the past.
Well, suddenly he came with a sword.
And from here, it seems that the sword is really too big. The thirteen-year-old boy has a handsome appearance and does not exercise much. He looks even thinner, about 1.4 meters tall, and the giant sword
He was over 1.8 meters tall. When he sat down, it looked like there was a big tree standing behind him - no wonder he was sitting at the end today, and it was indeed a tree. This was basically a wooden sword.
Beginners of swordsmanship often use wooden swords for fear of hurting others or themselves. However, the piece of wood behind the boy's back also looks strange. Half of the tree has been chopped and chopped casually, and it is a mess. There is a branch with leaves on the side.
It has not been cut off, and the leaves are dazzlingly green. There is still bark in some places, and the handle seems to be rough and prickly. I think it was only started in the past two days, and it is still far from finished.
However, the most boring thing is not the roughness of this giant sword. Generally speaking, a warrior who takes the giant sword route has a steady and strong swordsmanship. The first thing to exercise is strength. Carrying the giant sword behind your back every day also means to exercise at any time.
, if it is a wooden sword, almost everyone uses extremely heavy wood, such as walnut wood, fine gold wood, green paulownia tree, etc. However, Cecilia can recognize the wood behind the opponent at a glance.
It is relatively rare here in the north and belongs to a relatively rare wood species in the south, called the soft sandalwood tree.
Although this soft sandalwood is rare, it is not expensive. A few decades ago, it was a relatively useless wood for staffs, but it has recently been eliminated. Its magical adaptability is still good, but it is not strong, and
The biggest feature is that it is light enough. Considering the ignorance of these ignorant guys in the north, the reason why the young man in front of me used soft sandalwood to make a giant sword can be seen at a glance.
It was too heavy for him to carry on his back, so he chose a very light wood and made it unrecognizable to ordinary people, so that it could be used to scare people. To find such a large piece of soft sandalwood in the north would be enough to make hundreds of staffs. Although
The price is not expensive, but it is really difficult for him. But apart from scaring people, this soft sandalwood probably has no other effect. It is conceivable that once on the fighting field, this giant sword hits hard, if it is not broken, the sword will be broken.
If you don't use the handle, it will definitely send sawdust flying into the sky, and its only function is to scare people.
Cecilia has taught school for three years, and has spent a lot of time on Sharjah. She also knows the situation of the other party's family, and knows that the genius sister in his family uses a giant sword. When the boy reaches this age,
He probably wanted to imitate him, but he put on such a boring posture.
She has a bad personality, and I wanted to laugh a few words: "Are you planning to start practicing the Four Realms too?" But considering that hitting someone is not a slap in the face, maybe this child really cares about her sister, and finally she still retains her dignity as an adult.
In order to maintain moral integrity, continue the class and ignore him.
Gee, I hate lousy kids at this age the most.
three,
Sometimes it's like this, when you hate something, the thing you hate will often come closer to you.
Cecilia was a teacher of alchemy, so there was no need to point fingers at the opponent's martial arts. She forgot about the giant sword behind Sharjah she saw in class. After school, she packed up her things and headed home.
Walk in the direction.
The teaching staff at Yale College is relatively strong. Generally, those who become college teachers will be assigned a good address. Cecilia originally had one, but two years ago, she caused an explosion while doing experiments at home, which almost destroyed the entire building.
The villa was overturned, and her life became relatively simple from then on.
Judging from the scale of the explosion, Cecilia's alchemy rating is estimated to be close to level 20. If a level 20 alchemy master comes to Yale, even if a few houses are razed, the college will probably help with a smile.
It was a pity that the time two years ago was a real mistake. Her magic circuit resonated with the magic crystals in the entire warehouse, and almost all her savings over the past few years were burned down.
She deserved this kind of thing, so she couldn't ask the college to pay for it. After some repairs, the house was now only habitable. With Cecilia's income, she could have hired a few servants.
She helped take care of things, but after all her savings were spent, the expenses of purchasing various materials for experiments and so on were enough to drive her into poverty. Fortunately, she had a more happy-go-lucky temperament, and she had been working as a servant a few years earlier.
The Corps was accustomed to hardships when traveling around, so the days went by like this.
On the way back from the teaching area of the college to her residence, she will pass by a small lake. There are not many people here. It is a secret place that she likes very much. The golden sunset shines in the woods beside the lake, and there are countless
The trees looked full of life. She had already packed a meal in the college canteen. At this time, she sat down by a big tree by the lake, opened the box and started to eat. Golden fish scale-like ripples shone on the lake, and then, she
Then I saw the dead child who was entering puberty again.
He was holding that ridiculous giant sword and dancing in the open space by the lake.
Sharjah has not had much talent in martial arts since he was a child. He has not received too strict training since he was a child. At this time, his arm strength is insufficient. Even a giant sword made of soft sandalwood is extremely difficult to swing. After all, the giant sword is so big.
It was 1.8 meters long, and the rough handle was definitely not easy to hold. Cecilia looked at the food for a while, and her eyes twitched, but the child probably felt that it was interesting, and shouted a few times, and leaned down from time to time.
Panting, finally holding the sword in both hands and dancing horizontally with a sound of "Ah--".
The body turned in one circle, and then another, and the speed gradually increased. At this time, Cecilia's twitching had turned into the corner of her mouth.
This is one of the low-level martial arts that is widely circulated on the mainland. It is often used in large-scale battle formations. There is a nice name called "Martial God Vortex", and more people are simply called "Big Windmill" or "Big Windmill".
Meat Grinder".
This martial art is very stupid. It is nothing more than holding a giant sword and spinning around hard. The huge inertia means that it does not have enough adaptability. However, as an epee warrior, it is still quite ferocious in many places. The length of the arm plus nearly two
With a meter-long sword, if you have developed fighting spirit, the huge, rapidly rotating turbine will be really amazing when it turns into a crowd, often sweeping away a large area.
The correct way to deal with this martial skill is to avoid its edge first, wait until the opponent has finished spinning, is dizzy and has no new strength, and then chop him to death with a knife. The highest standard for testing the opponent's martial skill proficiency is whether the person can turn around many times.
Reply as soon as possible. Naturally, the poor kid in front of you doesn't need any testing methods. There is an Earl's Mansion behind him after all. Even though he has just started practicing such simple martial arts, his footwork and force are still correct, and it's thanks to his ability to exert effort.
The ground spun around several times, and spun faster and faster.
However, after these few turns, his shouts of "Ahhhhhhhhh-" were no longer the heroic shouts at the beginning, but full of panic.
"Ah ah ah - I can't stop..."
I don’t know how many times he practiced it, but after spinning, he actually used the momentum of this move. When he made a circle, he saw him being dragged by the big sword across the lake.
While turning around desperately, there was actually a slight amount of magical resonance on the big sword.
Sharjah originally practiced healing magic, and the big sword was also a suitable material for making a wand. In a panic, the healing magic naturally resonated through the weapon, and he was using the martial arts of a warrior in his hand. What happened next could be imagined.
Got it...
I saw him being dragged by the giant sword and flying off the ground. After drawing an arc in the air, he and the sword fell into the lake with a bang.
The giant sword floated on the water, and it sank after two flops.
If it were an epee made of walnut wood, it would sink directly. As expected, this sword is light enough to float...
Facing the speechless scene, Cecilia was a little hesitant to rescue the person, because the beginner must have lost his mind after using this trick. However, during her hesitation,
The child who fell into the lake had already grabbed the small branch on the sword, and then struggled to crawl out of the water, holding half of his body on the wooden sword, using it as a lifeboat.
He vomited water for a long time, and then rowed over here with his hands and feet. When he got to the shore, he lay exhausted on the grass. The sunset was shining down, and he could faintly hear him saying something.
: "I feel so dizzy..."
Cecilia stuffed a meatball into her mouth and chewed it slowly.
Soon after, the boy who had had enough rest stood up, picked up the wooden sword, carried it behind his back with difficulty, and then saluted in this direction: "Teacher Cecilia."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm here... I'm here..." Sha Jia looked behind him, then wiped his water-weed-like hair, "I'm waiting for you here, teacher."
He probably wanted to ask her about some alchemy or potion problems. This was not the first time. There were only two or three guys in her class who were serious about studying. Cecilia nodded and asked her after a moment.
Putting the lunch box on and getting up: "Let's go." Seeing that Sharjah was soaked all over, he had to let him take a shower first before getting down to business.
The two of them walked around the lake and went to Cecilia's residence one after another. After walking for a while, Cecilia couldn't help but look back and said, "Are you interested in swordsmanship again?"
"Yeah, that's not the case, but they said this would make you look more handsome and girls would like it more." Sure enough.
"Do you have a girl you like?"
Jia nodded, "Teacher, do you think I look handsome when I'm practicing my sword?"
"How silly. Your sword can float on water, and...don't you have any money at home? You actually made it yourself..."
Generally speaking, there are a large number of wooden swords for sale in shops that specialize in selling swords. They are specially prepared for beginners. They are exquisitely made and practical. They can be found in various specifications. Only children from ordinary families can sharpen them by themselves.
You can practice with a wooden sword, and even a guy who doesn't know how to do it won't be able to cut such an ugly sword.
"But I can't pick up the ones sold in the store. I searched for a long time before I found this one. Teacher, look, it's not very heavy even though it's so tall. Most people can't recognize it, so they will definitely be scared."
, shameless.
He would be laughed to death.
She is an adult, and there is no need to be serious with such aristocratic children who do not know the hardships of life. Seeing the small villa with half of the roof lifted off, Cecilia pointed out the location of the bathroom to Sharjah, and went to the roof herself.
We went to eat on the platform. The platform itself was a room on the second floor, and the roof was removed. She later built a shed, claiming to be very tasteful, and she could sit here to enjoy the cool air in the summer.
After dinner, the sun was fading, and Sharjah had already taken a bath. Although as a teacher, she had to pay attention to the students' dining situation, but she didn't store any food here, so it was in vain to ask, so she only used magic power.
He steamed the clothes dry, waited for Sharjah to come out, and said straight to the point: "If there is any problem this time, tell me quickly, and we will solve it for you quickly. You still have to go home to eat."
"Can it really be solved quickly?"
The magic extracted the water element from the clothes, but the clothes looked wrinkled. This is also the reason why magic cannot replace many objects in life well. Sharjah arranged his clothes, but he still looked delicate, raised his head and asked. Cecily
Ya frowned: "What problem can you ask me that I can't solve, little boy..."
"Well, I was there today specially to wait for you, teacher, after school."
"I know."
"I want to pick you up."
"..." Cecilia raised her head.
"No, to seduce you..."
"..."
"It's not... uh, Teacher Cecilia, I like you very much and want you to be my girlfriend and marry me in the future."
The setting sun cast its last rays on the horizon, and the child in the room bowed very seriously. Although he was from a noble family, he did not have a arrogant character that commanded others. His delicate face only seemed sincere and serious at this time.
In his last life, he was hesitant about many things. Even if he fell in love and were together all the time, he had always wondered why the teacher would be with him at that time, until she later died to save him.
, until the last time we were together, he couldn't really say this sentence firmly. I remember that she was seriously injured at that time, and he cried and asked her why she was like this, and she just smiled: "How do I know?
…”
Many things in life may not come from planning, and may not be clear, but often at first they feel that they are just a mistake, and they just muddle along, and if they continue, they will last a lifetime.
Of course, the current Cecilia was stunned for a while, then raised her head and looked at the roof. After a while, she took a deep breath: "Bull me? Seduce me? Oh?"
"Well, that... that's a sense of humor."
"But..." Cecilia glanced at Sharjah, "If you propose marriage, don't you have to kneel down?"
Jia nodded and immediately wanted to kneel down on one knee. However, he had already tied the 1.8-meter giant sword behind his back, but he could not kneel down. For a moment, he untied the giant sword with some embarrassment.
He held it in his hand and was about to put it aside, but he saw Cecilia's light suddenly flashing, and she raised two fingers and suddenly drew it over, right on top of the big sword.
boom--
A shell smashed the window on the first floor of the house, shot out from there, and fell on the grass about ten meters away.
In the window, the red-haired girl with a hot figure looked out unhappily: "This is called a sense of humor... Get out of here, you rotten kid with sperm in your head!"
"Hahahaha...it hurts..." Holding the giant sword, Sharjah struggled to laugh a few times on the grass. Cecilia's power not only blasted him out, but also used her secret strength to protect him.
His body was not really injured, but it was still painful. In the darkness, the child rested on the grass for a while, then jumped up and said: "Teacher Cecilia, I will reimburse you for the window!" and ran away quickly.
.
He was actually confessed by a hateful aristocratic child.
Today is a boring day, Cecilia concluded.
Four,
How to carry a sword is a very serious proposition.
My sister's big sword "Hengcheng" is nearly two meters long, and my sister's height of 1.8 meters is actually not much different. Hengcheng's scabbard is a piece of magnetic black iron that combines advanced changes in alchemy.
It shrinks and stretches, and it weighs dozens of kilograms when placed behind the sister's armor. When Hengcheng puts it on, it will expand with a roar and lock the sword's edge.
There are many swordsmen on the mainland who use heavy swords. Generally speaking, they hold the sword diagonally behind their back at an angle of 30 to 60 degrees. If someone holds the sword completely horizontally and forms a cross with the body, then he is probably trying to be cool.
, there are also those who put on such a posture before the battle begins to show that they are aggressive and contemptuous of their opponents. The function of a giant sword is usually to smash. In order to adapt to the huge collision, the blade cannot be made very sharp.
It can be wrapped with cloth, but in general, it must have something that can be carried on the back.
He is currently 1.4 meters tall, and this piece of wood is 1.8 meters long. It is uneven and rough. It would be very troublesome to make a scabbard or something for wrapping. Therefore, Sharjah is currently making a fuss in the courtyard of the Earl's Mansion.
He was carefully adjusting the belt used to tie the giant sword. The belt was tied around his waist. When the giant sword was inserted, it would be as high as 1.8 meters. When the time came, he would not be able to pull it out with his backhand. It would definitely look... very humorous.
He thought boredly.
The giant sword that would make anyone's mouth twitch when looking at it was placed aside. Near the hilt, a small branch swung conspicuously, with a piece of bark below and three leaves above. Everyone who walked by from the mansion was
They looked sideways and whispered, and soon after, the butler Charles came over.
"Master Sharjah, are you ready to start sword practice?"
"Oh, yes." He answered simply.
"Miss Angelina hasn't thrown away the wooden sword she used before. Do you want me to get it for you?"
"No need, I have weapons..."
"...Is this the one?"
"Well, I sharpened it myself... Of course, it's not finished yet. But they say that a real swordsman must live with his sword day and night, so I decided to do it myself from the beginning."
"This wood..." Charles touched his chin, "it was used to make staffs."
"I know." Sharja tied the belt tightly, holding the giant sword and trying to put it into the belt, but the sword was too thick and couldn't be put in, so he adjusted the elasticity and width, "This way I can use the magic weapon
Double cultivation."
"Magic martial arts... dual cultivation..."
The corner of Charles's mouth twitched. He was still very enthusiastic about this family. For example, if a genius Angelina was born in the family, it would mean that the glory of the Earl's Palace would not be less in the future. He also knew that Angelina, as his sister,
He may not necessarily have any hostility towards his younger brother Sharjah - mainly because Master Sharjah is too weak as an opponent - so he still respects Sharjah. Seeing that he wants to work hard, no matter how hard he works, he cannot be against him.
Miss Angelina poses a threat, so I want to mention a few words. As a fifteenth-level warrior, his casual words or two on these matters can also benefit low-level warriors a lot, but Sharjah does not
His answer really made him feel a little unsure of how to deal with it.
Of course he couldn't yell here: "Double cultivation of magic and martial arts is impossible! This is common sense! Common sense!"
After being silent for a long time, he finally could only nod his head, express his gratitude and encouragement and walked away.
Charles is a fourteenth-level warrior who has broken through the key...
Sharjah arranged his equipment and did not look back at the housekeeper who left. I didn't know that Charles was so powerful before, but when he came back a few days ago, he understood it at a glance.
In addition to Charles, there are several other good people in the Earl's Mansion, but I don't know which ones are the direct ones left by my father, which ones are the ones my sister can control, and which ones are the undercover agents arranged by Uncle Patrick. But speaking of it, whether they are calculating or not, Uncle Patrick left behind
There are probably many people around me watching over me. Within a few years, I won’t be able to really take action in front of others, nor will I be able to alert others and clean them out. However, although this sword looks messy, I
What he said is true.
This is indeed a weapon that I prepared for myself.