A luxurious mansion in the royal capital of Yerov.
This is a mansion located in the center of the royal capital, but for some reason it is contrary to the royal palace and located in another direction opposite to the royal palace.
The mansion occupies a very large area, even larger than Franzel's mansion. There may not be a few places in the entire royal capital that can compare with this mansion, which demonstrates the nobility of the owner here.
In the backyard of such a mansion, a young man was sweating and dancing vigorously with his sword.
The young man has very conspicuous blond hair, a strong physique, and a very outstanding appearance. He is like the kind of athletic sunshine boy who often appears in some youth fantasy novels. He is not only handsome, but also strong.
The sword held in the young man's hand was also quite heavy. Every time it was swung, a strong gust of wind would be stirred up, causing muscles to bulge in the young man's arm holding it, and even the veins would pop out.
"1305...1306...1307...1308..."
The young man kept swinging the sword as if he were lifting weights, counting while swinging, and sweating continuously.
At a certain moment, a figure walked in from outside.
"I'm back, brother."
Accompanied by a clear voice like a lark, a girl entered the backyard.
She was a very delicate and beautiful girl who looked somewhat similar to the young man. She also had golden hair that hung down to her waist.
The girl has a graceful figure, fair skin, regular facial features, and outstanding temperament. She looks like a little princess walking out of a painting. Her eyes are watery and watery, and she is quite charming.
"You're back?" The young man didn't look at the girl and continued to wave his sword while saying, "How's it going?"
"Lost." The girl looked at her brother like this and sighed: "Although it is incredible, the Les brothers really lost to that Lige Brighaut, and even got some pointers from him.
I highly praised him after I came back."
"...Really?" The movement of the young man's hand paused slightly, and then he started to move again, without looking back: "Since even the Les brothers have lost, it proves that Li Ge Brighao
Especially with real materials.”
"He is really a sword master."
As he spoke, the young man's movements of swinging the sword became much more intense.
"I still can't believe it." The girl frowned and said: "A 17-year-old sword master, this is too unimaginable, not to mention that Li Ge Brighaut was still a Sword Master two months ago.
An uneducated and unskilled country boy in Lile Academy suddenly became not only a tactical magician, but also a senior swordsman, and even a sword master. This was like a dream.
"
"Everyone thinks so." The young man said calmly: "But the facts are already here. After Lige Brighaut came to the palace for an audience, he did not become a noble and was recruited by the royal family. Instead, he walked out as if nothing had happened.
, we should have guessed that if he hadn't become a sword master, His Majesty would never let this talent slip away so easily."
Hearing this, the girl showed a very unhappy expression.
"Yuli Franzel is so lucky to have picked up such a treasure randomly outside. Why didn't I encounter such a good thing?"
Girls are inevitably a little envious and a little jealous.
"This is what is called excellent people always attracting each other, right?" The young man said lightly: "Marquis Franzel became a strategic-level magician at the age of 15. This incident once caused a huge stir on the mainland.
sensation."
"Over the years, in the history of the Akasha continent, it is said that there are only two people who can become strategic-level magicians at the age of 15, and there is not even one in the history of the Kingdom of Jinas."
"Marquis Franzel became the third person, and now he meets the youngest sword master in history. This may be the attraction between the best."
The girl was extremely unhappy with the young man's words.
"I don't think I will lose to her." The girl said unconvinced: "If it weren't for my magical aptitude, I would be a strategic-level magician now."
"This is the end of the world." The young man stopped swinging his sword and said: "Okay, now that it is confirmed that Lige Brighaut is the sword master, let's call all the spies sent out.
Come back, so as not to cause displeasure to those two people."
"What?" The girl raised her autumn eyes and said, "Does Brother want to recruit Lige Brighaut?"
The young man did not answer this question immediately, but first put down the sword in his hand.
With a "dong" sound, the sword fell heavily to the ground, leaving a small crater on the ground, showing its unusually astonishing weight.
The young man picked up a towel on the shelf next to him and wiped his sweat while speaking.
"If possible, of course I would like to recruit them." The young man said very soberly, "But I don't think I can succeed."
"Why?" The girl said disapprovingly: "Yuli Franzel can succeed, why can't we succeed?"
"It is precisely because Marquis Franzel succeeded that we cannot succeed." The young man looked at his sister who insisted on competing with others and said with a smile: "Judging from the information so far, Marquis Franzel and this
The relationship between the young sword masters is undoubtedly quite good."
"Yuri Franzel, who used to be indifferent to everyone, looked at this man in a different light and even took him back to her family."
"Who could have been treated like this in the past?"
No.
No one can make Yuli so close to him, and no one can make Yuli treat him so well.
"For Marquis Franzel to look at him with such special regard, and the royal family's efforts to recruit him failed, and even the title of honorary noble was not given to him, it shows that this man does not intend to go to anyone else."
The young man analyzed it carefully with his sister and made a conclusion.
"So, we'd better establish a good relationship with him and don't do anything unnecessary, so as not to arouse the resentment of the two best people."
Although the young man's comprehensive analysis made the girl stop talking, her expression was still clearly unconvinced.
Seeing this, the young man said helplessly.
"Why do you always have this expression every time when something related to Franzel is mentioned?"
Young people are really helpless.
In response, the girl snorted softly.
"Who lets others always compare her with me?" The girl said angrily: "No matter who it is, they can only say something. "She is indeed the eldest lady of the Cordelion family, hurry up and catch up with Franzel.
"That's it." In this case, who can bear this kind of thing?"
"But Marquis Franzel is too innocent in this way?" The young man said intentionally or unintentionally: "I don't know anything, and I haven't even met you, but in the end, you will hold a grudge against me."
"I don't care!" The girl raised her chin and said arrogantly: "Her existence makes me unhappy, then I will compete with her."
"Don't mess around." The young man reminded: "No matter what they say, they are all serious marquises. Unlike us, we have not inherited the title yet, but are just children of a noble family. In terms of status, we are much lower."
"So what?" The girl obviously didn't listen, and said: "I am also a tactical-level magician. If I hadn't refused the knighthood from the royal family and refused to separate the family, I would still be a serious person with a title now.
of nobility."
Then you won't be a marquis, you will only be a viscount.
The young man cursed silently in his heart, but did not say it out loud.
Otherwise, my sister, who insisted on competing with Franzel Hou, would never let her go.
"Anyway, just don't mess around." The young man could only warn and said: "Last time, my father had a hand in the affairs of the Basolo family. If Marquis Franzel knew about it,
It will definitely arouse her dissatisfaction. If you continue to act recklessly and force people to oppose us, the royal family will be happy."
"...I understand." The girl said in confusion: "I just instruct the people below to make friends with Lige Brighaut and ignore Yuli Franzel. Is that okay?"
"Okay." The young man nodded with satisfaction and said, "I will also find an opportunity to meet this sword master who is about to go down in history and see if I can win him over to our side."
"What?" The girl was stunned for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you won't recruit?"
"We are not soliciting, but this does not affect our cooperation, right?" The young man threw down his towel, smiled at the girl, and said: "He was attacked by people from the Shadow twice, and almost died once. Although
It was the result of being angered by that mad dog because of our relationship, but the relationship between him and that mad dog prince is definitely not much better."
"In this case, we can definitely cooperate on the matter against that mad dog."
"I see." The girl understood, and then asked: "Then when do you plan to see him?"
"No rush." The young man shook his head and said: "He is now a famous person in the entire royal capital. The royal family is staring at him, and other nobles are also staring at him. If I contact him now, some people will definitely overreact."
"You can let Kalijia get in touch with him first. It's best to establish a good relationship and explore his voice to see how he feels about us."
"I won't be able to see him until the time is right."
After leaving these words, the young man left the backyard and returned to the mansion to take a shower.
"All right."
The girl shrugged her shoulders, looking weird, and muttered to herself.
"What a pity. I still want to meet this sword master of the same age myself."
"With Kalika here, he shouldn't be hostile to me, right?"
"It would be great if I could take him as my attendant. That woman will definitely be furious."
After talking to herself like this for a while, the girl rolled her eyes slightly and suddenly smiled.
"Why don't we just slip by the old fashioned way?"
I don't know what happy things came to mind, and the girl jumped away.