When the instructors and others heard Luo Er talk about how good his daughter was, they all looked envious and praised:
"Your daughter is so amazing! If only my two unsatisfactory sons were half as obedient as her!"
"I am a top student with a scholarship at the Imperial First Academy. I am so envious. My daughter knows how to fight against me every day, has some shady boyfriends, and is always thinking about my coffin book."
"Oh, my grandson just refuses to study hard and always wants to be a martial artist. I really don't know what to do..."
Luo Er wanted to laugh for a while after hearing this. He never thought that his daughter would one day become someone else's child.
"But having said that, Luo Er, are you really not going to find a mother for your daughter before she gets too old?"
"No, no, no!"
Luo Er waved his hands repeatedly and said seriously:
"I don't have that intention."
The instructor nodded, understanding him, but Tom next to him said with a bad smile:
"Are you still thinking about those little nuns in the church?"
At that time, Luo Er was often injured while practicing swordsmanship. He would go to the mission hospital whenever he had something to do, but he became familiar with several nuns who were working as nurses.
Among them, there were also some who were very capable and took the initiative to come to the Swordsmen Group to ask about Rohr.
It's a pity that all he could think about at that time was practicing swordsmanship, getting stronger, getting ahead, showing off, smiling crookedly, and had no interest in this aspect.
Luo Er shook his head and cursed with a smile:
"Okay, now that I've finished my business, let's talk about you guys. You actually moved to the imperial capital. Have you developed very well in these years?"
"By the way, where are the others? Where are Romy, Dog, and Harry's siblings?"
As he was talking, he felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. The instructors and others' expressions darkened, or they were scratching the table, or shaking their heads and sighing, full of sadness.
The air was quiet for a long time before the instructor spoke:
"Everyone else...is gone..."
"Sisters Romy and Harry died on the battlefield, and Doge returned to his hometown to get married..."
"Now, apart from the three of us, the only old people in the regiment are the regiment leader and Brother Elby, a total of six people..."
He then spoke in a heavy tone about the Swordsmen Corps' experiences over the years.
It turned out that Rohr had not returned for a long time after participating in the assessment, and the group originally planned to come over for search and rescue, but happened to encounter a large-scale monster attack.
Although the city where the Swordsmen Group is located, Gushan City, is a nominally 'big city' and the capital of the Kodo Province, the entire Kodo Province is a poor and backward remote area and was originally used as a place of exile.
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So of course they did not receive timely official support and suffered heavy losses. The Swordsmen Regiment also suffered heavy losses in order to cover the people's retreat. Naturally, there was no way to search for Rohr.
The Swordsmen Group went to other places with the retreating people. After several failures, they worked as bounty hunters, bodyguards, and also tried to transform into a security company.
It was not until the leader succeeded in breaking through and became a legendary powerhouse that the situation improved. Then he came to the Imperial Capital and worked hard to become what he is today.
Nowadays, the Swordsmen Group is taking a high-end route, with very few members, and has various connections with the dignitaries of the imperial capital. Although the reputation and influence are much stronger than before, the leader is even more famous and has the elegance of a 'classical master'
Sword' and other titles.
However, it lacks the bloodiness and courage that dared to confront the monster army back then, and the style of painting tends to be more academic than practical.
Everyone is old...
Finally, the instructor said with a guilty look:
"We were sorry for you and gave up on you at that time, but there was really nothing we could do at that time. The situation was too critical..."
Luo Er's mood was very complicated for a while.
I feel sad for the lost companions, but also feel sorry for everyone's fate, and there is also a little bit of luck.
No one will hold him accountable for his failure and desertion, and he certainly won't be angry at others' giving up.
By chance, this matter had the best outcome twenty years later.
Even if it is a false result...
So he patted the instructor on the back and said in a deep voice:
"Don't mention the past. At least everyone is still alive and well now."
"Yes, yes, stop talking about these things, come on, come on, have a drink!"
Jerry on the side quickly helped.
So everyone opened the wine brought by Luo Er, drank a large glass full of it, and laughed inexplicably.
But as they laughed, everyone felt their eyes sore again, and each of them started rubbing them vigorously.
Maybe the wine was too good and too pungent.
Just at this time, there was another rush of footsteps outside.
Team leader Zakun is back.
His appearance looks similar to that of the past, and he even looks younger than the instructor. He is wearing a simple swordsman uniform and does not have the slightest air of a royal swordsmanship instructor.
But his breath was still calm and his eyes were still sharp, but the wind was too strong and he looked a little wet.
"Okay! Okay! Another child is back..."
The group leader also gave Rohr a big hug, then patted him hard on the back, and continued:
"Come on, let me see if you have been idle these years."
After saying that, the leader took a few steps back, distanced himself from Rohr, slightly narrowed his sharp eyes, and assumed the classic starting position.
"Captain, what are you doing, Commander!"
Tom on the side exclaimed.
"Yes! Luo Er just came back, why do you still need to..."
However, the instructor stepped forward to stop the two of them and gave them a reassuring smile.
But Luo Er was very nervous at this time. The leader was the number one master of the swordsman group back then, and now he is a powerful eighth-level man. Can he really satisfy the leader with his patchwork of fifth-level skills?
I can only try my best...
Luo Er sighed inwardly and did not take out his sword. He just moved his steps a little, put his right hand around his waist, and also assumed a classical starting position.
The leader's eyes suddenly lit up, he laughed a few times and put away his posture.
"Very good! You have indeed not neglected these years. You still remain sharp and can find the best angle at a glance."
It turns out that Rohr's few moves before took advantage of the difference in the position of the two right hands to avoid several dangerous angles, making the leader's force difficult to use smoothly, while his own angle and position were more suitable.
If both sides really take action, without using special skills, there is no doubt that he will have the upper hand.
The instructors on the side also applauded and praised:
"Yes, yes, you are indeed the most talented student I have ever taught."
Luo Er breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the leader did not really take action, and said modestly:
"Fortunately, the leader is just testing me, otherwise I would definitely make a fool of myself."