The shirtless Chris was practicing his swordplay in the yard. There was not a trace of fat on his body, and his bronze skin was covered with dense beads of sweat. It reflected a little bit of colorfulness in the morning sun, full of strength and beauty of lines.
He was the only one in the yard.
As for Xian, after dinner last night, he left the inner city and returned to his long-awaited home.
As he is no longer affiliated with the Einske family, he has also lost the qualification to stay here overnight. Moreover, his escort duties have been completed and he will embark on the journey north again soon.
Chris was so focused on practicing martial arts that he didn't notice a person standing on the partition wall of the yard.
That's James chewing fruit.
"Whoosh!"
The core with the pulp remaining whizzed towards Chris with the strong wind, and went straight to his eyes.
And Chris's reaction was also very quick. When he heard the wind, he cut it across the fruit without even looking. The precise core was split into two halves, and the cut surface was very smooth.
"The response is pretty good!"
James clapped his hands and jumped down from the partition wall. His body landed like a wisp of catkins without making any sound.
He looked at Chris and teased, "I can't tell you have a pretty good figure! Plus you have a pretty face. If you put it in the slave market, I believe there will be many ladies vying for it."
I bought them through bidding. What do you think, are you interested in chatting with them about your life ideals? I can help!"
You just want to be a slave!
Not surprisingly, Chris responded with an eye roll.
Immediately, he suddenly came to his senses and asked in silence, "Hey, you have been here a long time ago? How long have you been here?"
He expressed regret that he had not discovered James, which showed that his vigilance was not enough.
"Don't be nervous, and don't doubt your vigilance."
James shrugged, with a cynical smile on his face, "I mean, if I don't want people to find out, except for the old man and a few strong men in the family, no one in this family can find out. You
Do you understand what I mean?"
Chris has always been smart.
So he blurted out in surprise, "Are you already half a strong person?"
A half-step strong person refers to a person who has already touched the threshold of the strong state and is only one chance away from crossing the threshold.
His surprise is normal. James is only thirty years old now. At this age, he can be regarded as a genius who has stepped into the threshold of the strong with one foot.
Of course, Chris' mother Avril cannot be used as a reference for this.
Avril Lavigne is recognized as the pride of heaven, and it is difficult to find another one in the entire human world.
"Is it weird that I am a half-step strong person?"
This time it was James who rolled his eyes, "The Ainske family has been passed down for many years, and the number of illegitimate children ranges from 100 to 80. Why am I the only one who was given the surname Ainske? Can't you even figure out this reason?
"
Uh~
I can guess that you are very talented, but I didn't know that your family would have so many illegitimate children...
Chris was immediately speechless.
However, James did not dwell on this point. After finishing his criticism, he took out two purple fruits from his arms, threw one to Chris, put the other in his mouth, clicked it, and said vaguely, "This kind of fruit"
The fruit is good. It was found by the dwarves in the caves inside the mountains. Eating it will be good for your health."
He took it from Chris without even looking at it. He was focused on training and continued to ask, "At what age did you become a peak warrior? How did you do it?"
"Why ask so many questions?"
James was a little impatient and emphasized his tone, "Is cultivation the only thing in your life?"
Things other than cultivation...
It seems like it’s gone?
Although grandpa is old, my father is still in good health, and I don’t need to worry about the affairs of the territory now; and the territorial guards trained by Xion are very responsible, and there is no problem with safety...
Chris tilted his head, thought for a while, then shook his head sincerely at James and said, "No."
"Alright alright."
Suddenly, James felt that his whole body was not well. He waved his hands helplessly, "I became a peak warrior at the age of twenty-four. I touched the threshold of the strong state two years ago. As for how to do it, it is talent and family training.
The result. Well, eat your fruit quickly. This is what the old man specially asked to give you a portion. Just such a fruit is worth ten hundred gold coins, and it is often priceless! Even the direct descendants of the family are just one
One moon. Well, except for me."
Ten gold coins each!
Chris, who was surprised again, carefully looked at the purple fruit in his hand.
The outer skin is uneven and looks similar to an apple; when you take a bite, you will find that the flesh is also purple and tastes sour and slightly bitter, making it difficult to eat.
Then he couldn't help but ask again, "Do you mean that you can do it by eating this fruit?"
"Vulcan above!"
James went a little crazy, "This fruit only strengthens your physique, not increases your divine veins. Do you understand? If eating the fruit can stimulate the birth of divine veins, then this fruit should be worth 10,000 gold coins! Oh no, it should.
It’s one hundred thousand gold coins! Damn it, no matter how much it is! You’re like an iron tree!”
"Thank you for the compliment, James."
Unexpectedly, after listening to this, Chris smiled happily.
Um?
This also made James slightly startled.
After a few breaths, he suddenly remembered that the iron tree, which only grows in bitter cold areas and has a texture like gold and stone, is a symbol of tenacity in the eyes of northerners and is also an adjective to praise others. In the south, saying that a person is like an iron tree is a mockery of this person.
People don't know how to adapt and have a wooden head.
And Chris, who had just arrived in the south, naturally didn’t know the differences between the north and the south...
The ridicule turned into praise, and James lost the mood to continue talking nonsense.
He gritted his teeth and held out two fingers, "Listen boy! Don't interrupt! I'll give you two choices now. The first one is to follow me out for a walk these two days. This is the old man's order. You and I both
You can’t refuse. After seeing Edin City, my father will meet with you and ask you to accept the Ainske family’s cultivation method. The second choice is yourselves..."
"I choose the first one!"
Before James could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chris.
"Damn! Please don't interrupt..."
James held his forehead with his hand, raised his feet and walked out. He waved his hand for him to follow and spoke as slowly as possible, "My God, Vulcan, it seems that you don't have any aristocratic etiquette on you. But forget it, this is not
It's all I'm worried about. Hurry up and put on your clothes and follow me. Edin City is very big and there are many places to go. I don't have that much time to waste time with you!"
"I apologize for my rashness, James."
Chris, who finished chewing the fruit in two or three mouthfuls, didn't keep up, "Well, can you wait a moment?"
"What do you want to ask again?"
"I sweat a lot, I need to shower first..."
"roll!"
...........
The small courtyard where Chris lived originally belonged to Avril Lavigne, and was a direct residence of the Einske family. Therefore, the road to the gate was very deep and very quiet, and there was not a single person encountered along the way.
If James hadn't led the way, he would have definitely gotten lost.
He also carried a long knife on his back. Although James claimed that there was no danger in Edin City, he still insisted on carrying it.
"The weapons of the northern warriors never leave their hands, even when they are paying homage to the king or the pope."
He was so persistent.
However, seeing that his cousin's eyes were full of anger, he still wrapped them all with cloth strips, as if he was carrying a stick, which was very strange.
His knife is already very long.
So while walking on a quiet path, when several arrows flew towards him quickly, he quickly drew his knife to pick them apart or chop them off, without missing any of them.
Then.......
"Wow!"
A little girl ran out crying from the flowers not far away. Ignoring his shining long knife, she squatted on the ground and picked up the broken arrow in two, sobbing, "You big bad guy! Ugh...you have to pay for it."
My ironwood arrows! Woo..."
This little girl is about eight or nine years old.
He has green hair, slightly pointed ears, and is wearing an emerald green hunting suit. He is holding a very delicate small bow in one hand, and the broken arrow in the other hand has no arrow cluster, and the top is wrapped with a strip of cloth.
This turn of events left Chris at a loss.
He quickly sheathed the knife and bent over to look at the crying little girl. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, and his face turned red.
Well, he really has never dealt with children.
Especially since he now knew that the attack he thought was just a child's play.
However, he still has James by his side.
After he enjoyed Chris' embarrassment for a while, he knelt down and comforted the little girl who was crying so hard, "Dear Amelia, don't cry anymore. Can my brother-in-law buy you a few more?"
"No! Oh...this is a very precious ironwood arrow. My father gave it to me!"
The little girl shook her head and cried even more sadly, "Brother-in-law, help me fight this big bad guy! He broke Amelia's arrow... ugh..."
"Okay, brother-in-law will definitely beat up this big bad guy! But, Amelia, this big bad guy's hometown is in the northwest! There is a lot of ironwood in his hometown, so let's ask him to pay you a lot of ironwood arrows, okay?
?”
"Oh? Really?"
"Brother-in-law hasn't lied to you, has he?"
"Um...no."
The little girl hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Chris, who was also squatting down, with tears on his face, pitiful and pitiful, "Big bad guy, will you give poor Amelia a lot of ironwood arrows?"
"Huh? Oh, I will! I will compensate you with a hundred ironwood arrows!"
"you swear!"
"Okay...Vulcan, please, I'm Chris..."
"Hmph! Big bad guy!"
The little girl snorted after receiving a satisfactory answer, picked up the broken arrow and disappeared into the path surrounded by flowers and trees.
After she ran away, James, who felt much more relaxed, couldn't help laughing immediately, "Oh, God of Vulcan, the warriors of the north are never far from their swords! God of Vulcan, I am Chris Eaton.
I swear by my faith...hahaha~"
Chris looked livid.
At the same time, he was feeling strange in his heart.
The little girl calls James brother-in-law, but her appearance is clearly that of an elf~