Chapter 142 Hypocrisy, come to the door, continue the class
That night, Moriarty and his two followers were arranged in a separate two-story villa in the Ivy Manor. This was originally a guest room used by the Ensberg family to entertain other visiting nobles, but now it is a guest room for communication.
He gave Moriarty, a "family member", a temporary residence.
For unknown reasons, not long after Moriarty and others were introduced to the villa, Baroness Ensberg came over personally to inquire about the three people's accommodation and accommodation. As for the special care of this "stepmother", Moriarty
He also accepted it with a smile. Next, the guest and host had a laugh and then parted politely.
"The nobles are indeed hypocritical guys. They are obviously hostile to each other in their hearts, but on the surface they are so affectionate as if they were real friends. It is really off-putting." As soon as the Baroness walked out of the villa, White, who had been standing aside and watching with cold eyes, said
Couldn't help but say.
"Haha. Hypocrisy is the robe of the nobility, and disguise is the hat of the nobility." Not caring that he and the Baroness were despised by White, Moriarty gently closed the door of the villa, then turned around and said with a smile: "You
You should know that this is the rule of the game in the Kingdom of Erathia."
"Hmph." Although he still felt quite disdainful, White did not intend to discuss the hidden rules of the nobility with the mage anymore, and immediately snorted and fell silent.
On the other side, Guderian sat in a corner of the hall from beginning to end, repeatedly wiping his war hammer with a random fluffy tablecloth. Neither the arrival nor the final departure of the Baroness could attract the dwarf to even lift his head.
Half an eyelid.
After a while, the butler Hugo and several servants brought dinner to Moriarty, and also came to the villa with Hamilton, a middle-level knight whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Nice to meet you, Hamilton." Moriarty has always had great affection and respect for this loyal and dedicated captain of the guard.
"Hello, Sir."
The mid-level knight just nodded lightly and paid tribute. However, Moriarty, who was already familiar with Hamilton's character, didn't care at all. After all, being able to come to visit him at this moment fully represented the knight's dignity.
Attitude and mind.
Then, Moriarty introduced two of his followers to Hamilton.
The middle-level knight naturally knew White, and generally knew about his following Moriarty to Bracada. The two nodded to each other and exchanged simple greetings. But what really moved Hamilton was the silver figure beside him.
Bearded dwarf. Similarly, looking up at the middle-level knight who was almost twice as tall as himself, Guderian also showed an unprecedented seriousness and formality.
"Hello, I am a seventh-level knight, Hamilton."
"Hello, I am the seventh-level Earth Moradin, Guderian."
After looking at each other for a moment, the two of them bowed and saluted each other almost at the same time.
This is the ancient tradition of the pure warrior world. When two powerful warriors meet for the first time, whether they are enemies or friends, they will salute each other to show respect for each other. However, this kind of warrior etiquette has evolved over time on the mainland.
It has become increasingly rare.
After meeting the two followers and briefly chatting with Moriarty, Hamilton said goodbye and left. After all, as the captain of the manor guard, it was indeed inconvenient for him to stay at Moriarty's place for too long. But before he left,
, Moriarty also expressed the hope that while he was staying at Ivy Manor, he could continue to receive martial arts guidance from mid-level knights as in the past. Hamilton thought about this and agreed after thinking about it.
"Hamilton is your swordsmanship teacher? Aren't you a mage professional?"
While Guderian was drinking the lettuce and clam chowder on the table, he did not forget to mumble to Moriarty. As a result, the white soup almost sprayed into the mage's bowl with the dwarf's spittle.
.
"A mage who can do swordsmanship, don't you think it's bad?" Moriarty smiled, moved his dishes to one side to avoid the opponent's "firepower", and asked.
"No." The silver-bearded dwarf put down the soup plate. He didn't seem to be interested in the exquisite soup. Even though the soup tasted really delicious, Guderian still missed the refreshing taste of the light ale, and then he felt very embarrassed.
Di Da shook his head: "A mage is a mage, and a warrior is a warrior. Mixing them together will only make people dizzy."
"But as far as I know, the seventh-level Earth Moradin should also have the ability to cast spells, right?" Since all the servants had been dismissed from the villa, Moriarty had to stand up and pass a large plate of boiled chicken to the dwarf.
, and then gave Whitecloth a piece of fragrant roast beef.
"That was the gift and reward given to me by the great Moradin. But no matter what, I am just a warrior, not a mage holding a warhammer." Guderian seemed to be very proud of his status as a warrior professional.
, emphasized.
"Maybe you have a point. But it never hurts to learn more, right?" Without further arguing with Guderian, Moriarty just smiled again, and then picked up a glass of light, bubbly wine.
Sparkling wine, sipping in small sips.
"Have you discussed it with the Baron?" After a while, White suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Almost. I think there will be a grand party at the manor in a few days, and most of the Kent nobles will be invited. At the meeting, my father will announce the replacement of the family heir. Then,
I will officially bid farewell to Ensberg." Moriarty nodded frankly and stated his expectations at the same time.
"Oh, I hope this can be over soon and we can return to Bracada as soon as possible. The air here makes me feel uncomfortable." White seems to be very unaccustomed to staying in a luxurious aristocratic manor, even if the facilities and
The service is better and more complete than at Olympus Garden in Azurite City.
"Okay, it will be quick. I promise." Moriarty glanced at White, then withdrew his gaze.
After a night's rest, Moriarty left the villa alone early the next morning. After jogging for nearly half an hour, he arrived at the grove. There, Hamilton was already waiting.
"Come on. Let me see if you have regressed." Seeing Moriarty appear, the mid-level knight didn't say much and directly threw the edgeless dagger in his hand to the opponent, while he carried it with one hand.
Holding another identical dagger, he strode towards Moriarty.
"Ha!" Grabbing the hilt of the flying sword, Moriarty immediately sprinted towards Hamilton with the sword. When he came to the middle-level knight, the dagger in his hand suddenly lifted up, and the blade
Pointing directly at the opponent's chest and abdomen, it can be said to be urgent and cruel.
Facing Moriarty's rapid attack, Hamilton's eyes lit up slightly, and then he just swept his sword flatly, breaking through the "enemy's" sinister sword force. Then, he instantly cut forward, holding the sword in his hand.
It was like a flying guillotine, slicing towards Moriarty's face.
Seeing this, Moriarty did not dare to block at all, and directly used the momentum of the opponent's previous sword to retreat backwards. He planned to quickly escape from Hamilton's attack circle, and then use his own light maneuvers to regroup and find an opening to launch a second attack.
Unfortunately, the mid-level knight seemed to have already predicted his opponent's response. In an instant, the flat sword in his hand straightened, cutting a simple but sharp right angle, and finally stopped firmly beside Moriarty's neck.
"Haha, Hamilton, you are still so powerful. I thought that after practicing swordsmanship for several years, I could block a few more rounds. But I didn't expect that I still couldn't get past the sword." Moriarty stopped and looked sideways.
Looking at the cold sword blade only two or three centimeters away from his throat, he smiled.
To be honest, in the hands of a powerful warrior like a mid-level knight, the lethality of a dagger is equally terrifying whether it is opened or not.
"No, you have made a lot of progress." Hamilton looked into Moriarty's eyes, slowly retracted his dagger, and said in a deep voice: "With your fighting power just now, you have completely reached the threshold of a third-level warrior. I really don't have it.
To think that in just five years, in addition to being promoted to a second-level mage, he also grew from a first-level warrior to a third-level warrior. Sir, you really surprised me."
"I also found a good swordsmanship coach in Bracada." Moriarty smiled slightly: "It's just that it's not easy to go further in the future."
"The fourth level warrior is not out of reach. As long as you can maintain your current fighting spirit and condition, you may reach it in three years at most. But if you hope to surpass the fourth level and achieve an intermediate halo, I think there is no hope.
After all, 'the aura is the heart of a warrior', and I can't imagine that a mage can have the heart of a warrior. So, my suggestion is that after reaching the level of a fourth-level warrior, you will be satisfied." Hamilton nodded, slowly
He expressed his opinion, and Leal had said similar words to Moriarty.
"Well, no matter what, let's take down the fourth-level warrior first. Since it's within human reach, it's worth the effort." Moriarty smiled knowingly and didn't answer Halo's words.
"Not bad." The mid-level knight fully agreed with this idea.
"Then, I'm going to leave it to you these days, Hamilton."
"We've rested long enough, let's continue." Looking at Moriarty calmly, Hamilton nodded slightly, then stepped forward, took the initiative to attack the opponent with his sword.
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