In the early morning of early autumn, Ivy Manor seemed completely silent and distant. The refreshing breeze carried the fragrance of various fruits floating in the air, making every early riser feel extremely comfortable.
After jogging around the manor, Moriartillo walked slowly on the dense green forest path, slightly out of breath.
Moriarty was not very satisfied with his new body.
In the original world, although Moriarty's main identity was a civilian military engineer, he still had the basic qualities of a soldier. Not to mention long-distance running, stretching, push-ups, pull-ups, and even military fighting.
It's one of the best, but it's definitely above average.
"Civilize your mind and barbarize your body." This is the life creed that Moriarty has always believed in.
But after coming to this new world and getting a new body, Moriarty found out helplessly that he, a noble young master, was actually a bit weak.
In retrospect, the overly strong maternal love in the past and some of the sequelae of being a mage's apprentice resulted in Master Ensberg's abnormally thin figure.
Forget it, just start exercising from scratch.
As a result, Moriarty began to go out for long runs every day before dawn, and this strange sight soon became a new topic of conversation among the servants of the manor.
In this regard, the Baron only had a brief exchange with Moriarty and then laughed it off.
After several months of basic exercise and targeted dietary supplements, Moriarty's figure, which was originally as skinny as a girl's, finally began to transform into that of a strong boy.
The gradually formed muscle outline finally appeared on Moriarty's chest and abdomen. The skin that used to be so pale as if it had been covered with snow powder was now more and more rosy. And Moriarty's childish appearance was gradually changing.
He suddenly became mature and handsome, so much so that many young maids began to secretly admire their young master.
After finishing his jogging, Moriarty calmed his breathing and walked to a secluded forest clearing behind the manor.
There, a middle-aged man in armor was already waiting.
"Good morning, Master Moriarty, let's get started." Seeing Moriarty's arrival, the middle-aged man bowed slightly, and the steel armor on his body immediately made a "ding-dong" metal sound.
"Good morning, Knight Hamilton." Moriarty walked up to the middle-aged man and saluted with a smile.
The man in front of him is named Lewis Hamilton. He is a vassal knight of the Ensberg family and is currently the captain of the guard of Ivy Manor.
Sixty years ago, Moriarty's great-grandfather, the old Baron Ensberg, canonized Lewis's grandfather as a knight and granted him two villages as fiefs. Since then, the Hamilton family has been loyal to Baron Ensberg for generations.
, is now the third generation.
"Let's get started, Lewis." After moving his body joints a little more on the spot, Moriarty pulled out a bladeless dagger that was originally stuck on the grass and nodded to the middle-aged man.
"Okay." Lewis took a step forward and grabbed a dagger in front of him.
"ha!"
Moriarty took a deep breath, tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, shouted and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
"when!"
Lewis had no expression on his face, he blocked his sword, and Moriarty and his sword were immediately knocked away...
Just half a month ago, Moriarty made a request to the Baron to take systematic swordsmanship courses. The reason was to strengthen his body and improve his self-defense ability.
Although the Baron was very surprised that his only son, who had been tired of force since he was a child, would suddenly make such a request, it is a very necessary condition for a noble to have a good body. Moreover, in the social etiquette of the nobles of the kingdom, sword fighting is also a very important content.
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Therefore, under the Baron's arrangement, Captain Lewis would give Moriarty a swordsmanship lesson every morning after his jogging.
Although compared to Moriarty's age, it is too late to start practicing martial arts now, and it is destined to be impossible to achieve much success. However, the rigid and serious Knight Hamilton still "trained" Moriarty in strict accordance with the knight's training system.
Di.
"ha!"
Several consecutive sword attacks were easily blocked by the opponent, but Moriarty did not feel discouraged at all, but became more and more excited.
Compared with Lewis, a mid-level warrior, seventh-level knight, and sixth-level swordsman, Moriarty can be said to be an out-and-out rookie.
Every time he and Hamilton's swords intersect, Moriarty will feel a huge force and a threatening sense of oppression coming towards him. Although Lewis has tried his best to contain the power when taking action, the terrifying combat power of a dignified mid-level warrior
Still, Moriarty suffered frequently.
"Lower the waist!"
"Hard legs!"
"Hold tight with your sword-drawing hand!"
Regardless of the identity of the young man in front of him, Lewis would shout out loudly if he found that Moriarty made any wrong movements or did not draw the sword properly during practice.
And every once in a while, Lewis would signal Moriarty to stop.
On the one hand, this allows Moriarty to relax his tense muscles slightly; on the other hand, Lewis wants to personally simulate Moriarty's previous sword movements and provide physical guidance.
Whenever he saw Lewis, who was wearing a steel armor that weighed nearly two hundred pounds but did not affect his movements at all and never seemed to get tired, Moriarty would always be deeply impressed by the warrior's powerful body. And Moriarty would always be deeply impressed by the warrior's powerful body.
He knew that the Hamilton Knight he saw in front of him was just a fierce tiger with its fangs and claws deeply restrained.
As for the legendary combat aura of mid-level warriors, Moriarty has never had the chance to see it.
About an hour later, Moriarty's swordsmanship lesson came to an end.
Knight Hamilton, who responded silently, saluted Moriarty, picked up two daggers, and left.
"What a powerful guy." Watching Lewis's metal back disappear quickly into the woods, Moriarty massaged his somewhat swollen wrists, shook his head and smiled.
After pondering for a while and recalling what he had just learned in the swordsmanship class, Moriarty strode out of the forest glade and returned to the manor.
In the main building of the manor, the old butler Hugo has prepared hot water and ice packs.
Without stopping, Moriarty walked through the hall and directly entered the bathroom covered with white marble. He took off his sweat-soaked outerwear and walked into a large wooden bathtub filled with comfortable hot water. Then he walked into the bathroom hidden under the water.
I lay down on a specially designed slope and exhaled a long breath.
At this time, the two young maids blushed, knelt down, carefully applied two ice packs to Moriarty's wrists that were resting on the edge of the bath, and massaged them gently at the same time.
"Hugo, do you have any plans for today?" Lying in the bath with his eyes closed, Moriarty took a deep breath and asked.
"Yes, young master. The 'Brakada Caravan' has returned from the south, and the caravan director Rupu has requested to meet you." The old butler who had been waiting beside him replied.
"Well, okay. Let's arrange to meet in the Swan Hall later for a breakfast meeting." Moriarty thought for a while and said.
"Okay." Hugo nodded and continued: "Tomorrow night, Viscount Salk will hold his 50th birthday dinner at the Windsor Castle of the Salk family. Since the Baron is out, Master, you must
On behalf of the Ensberg family."
"Aristocratic banquet, haha, okay." Moriarty opened his eyes and looked at the butler, then smiled helplessly: "You can arrange the gifts and entourage. It looks like you are about to endure another collective eye roll and ridicule.
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After his rebirth, Moriarty followed the baron to attend several aristocratic social events. However, the Kent aristocrats did not react well to the Ensberg heir who "attempted suicide". And "coward" and "coward",
"The little baby who won't grow up" has also become a nickname given to Moriarty in private by other aristocratic children of the same age.
"The laughter from the vulgar will never blind the eyes of the noble. Master." It was obvious that Moriarty did not like such a noble banquet, so the old Hugo comforted him.
"I understand, Hugo, this is my responsibility and obligation. Besides, aristocratic banquets are part of aristocratic life, and I will not escape from it." As if he had rested enough, Moriarty stood up from the pool.
The two little maids on the side quickly brought a white, fluffy wool bath towel and carefully wiped the water stains on Moriarty's body.
In the steaming mist, the maid's cheeks were as red as a ripe persimmon.
Put on comfortable silk underwear and tie on the mage robe (as a mage apprentice, Moriarty is already qualified to wear a mage robe. However, now his mage robe does not have a silver star marking the mage level, nor does it have any fixed spells attached.
), Moriarty left the bathroom and went to the "Swan Hall" accompanied by the butler.
In the Swan Hall, a sumptuous breakfast has been prepared.
According to Master Ensberg's latest taste, his breakfast usually consists of bacon, sausage, ham, fried eggs, fruit salad, bread slices, and oatmeal. The drink is usually fresh milk or freshly squeezed juice.
Sometimes, Moriarty would also ask for a small glass of pre-dinner wine before the meal, so the wine that suited his taste was always on hand.
In a corner of the Swan Hall, the caravan director Rupp was already waiting.
When he saw the butler and Master Ensberg walking in, Rupp immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply to Moriarty: "Hello, Sir Ensberg, Rupp would like to pay tribute to you!"
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Rupp. I guess you haven't had breakfast yet. Don't be formal. Let's chat while we eat." With that, Moriarty walked to his seat and sat down.
