Chapter 484 The Idiot Apprentice and the Greedy Master
Three days later, the turmoil surrounding Boom, the newly appointed earl, gradually subsided. Belinda, the lord of Changsuo City, rarely got drunk. The captain of the guard, Ah Da, and Ah Er even sent out their heartfelt blessings.
Rikka was sitting on the stone steps with a smile, eating snacks and watching Ragnar's eldest son Bjorn playing with his treasures.
The long sword kept dancing, and the little guy was like a tireless beast, not minding the goose feathers and snow scattered all over the sky. The looming light of fighting spirit flashed slightly, and the precise moves were precise.
It's just that in Rikka's eyes, all this seems like the most ridiculous and clumsy opera performance, but fortunately there is only Rikka in the audience.
"Who taught you these things? Don't tell me it's sister Tanya's fault." Rikka picked up a pebble at random, and then it turned into an afterimage, knocking the long sword out of Bjorn's hand.<
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"They were taught by the instructors at the Principality Academy. These are the basic moves of knights. It is said that as long as I know them thoroughly, I can advance to become a trainee knight."
Bjorn gasped and replied respectfully. He had been "performing" for three full days, but his mentor had never spoken.
"I don't understand these things, and I have nothing to teach you. But I do know one thing. The battle is only about victory or defeat, and the process is not important."
"Now use all your abilities to attack. As long as you can get me up, today is over."
"But if you can't, go buy sugar cakes for me. If you can't buy them, don't see me again."
Rikka yawned and said very boredly. Then her right forearm turned tan, and her dominant left hand was always holding the snack bag.
Although she was very interested in this "mentor" status, she was not optimistic about the little boy in front of her because he had neither his own talent nor Boom's persistence.
However, Bjorn was stunned when he heard this, and then took out a low-grade magic crystal from his storage bag. After resting for a moment, he raised his sword again, instantly stimulating all the fighting spirit he could control. Bjorn is a very pure Viking, so his attack methods are also very wide-ranging. Defeating the enemy with one blow is the only way he can think of to make the opponent dodge.
It's just that as a knight's attendant, he can only wrap fighting spirit on weapons. As for powerful moves like fighting spirit slash, he is not able to master it now.
Ding! The long sword cut off Rikka's right arm without any accident, but it was difficult to move forward. Rikka kept eating snacks and even burped.
Holding the opponent's long sword with her backhand, Rikka exerted a little force, and the stainless steel long sword was broken at the waist. Her white little hand reached forward again, and finally grabbed Bjorn's leather robe.
Hua! Bjorn felt his eyes spinning, and then there was a sharp pain in his back. After taking a few breaths, he slumped on the snow like a bereaved dog.
One blow! The opponent only hit him so hard that he lost the ability to fight. He had experienced this kind of situation from Tanya, but it was not so straightforward.
"Can you do it? Why don't you go home and cry first, and then come to me? What kind of bullshit knight squire is there, not even a beast?"
"I am your enemy now, so even if you can't defeat me, you must try your best before you die."
"Since you can still stand, why don't you attack again? Do you want me to take action?"
Rikka put away the snack bag and then slowly raised her head. A hint of beastly pressure appeared between her eyebrows, and she held a wooden stick in her hand.
Bjorn stood there like a goose, and was instantly surrendered by Rikka. The roars in his ears kept coming, and he fell into the corner like garbage.
Rikka slowly walked towards the other party, and after chewing the last bite of snacks, she put the wooden stick between the other party's eyebrows. Some blood beads rolled down, dyeing the snow red, adding a touch of bright red.
"I am not a knight, nor am I a professional who is good at using fighting spirit. But you were defeated without even showing a trace of resistance."
"Those basic sword skills are too childish, but fighting is a matter of life and death, and any moves are just tricks to attract attention."
"With absolute power, what can your well-versed sword skills do to me? Come again! Until I move even a little bit, or you pass out!"
Rikka let go of the opponent, and then put away the pressure. Bjorn nodded after hearing the words, and after wiping the blood from his mouth, he launched another attack.
Bang bang bang! Muffled sounds kept coming from the palace courtyard, and the eldest prince Bjorn was seen with his hair disheveled like a prisoner, but he was always holding the sword tightly.
"I...I will not give in. The code of chivalry cannot be violated. Even if you are shattered to pieces, I will make you take one step away!" Bjorn roared with a bruised nose and face, and then slowly straightened his body again.
"Are you worthy of this? Before you show off your coolness, you should consider your abilities first!" Rikka sneered at this, then smashed the ground with her foot, and then directly punched the opponent's abdomen.
Bjorn's eyes only felt blurry, and then he fell into a coma completely. Countless blood dyed the snow red, Rikka curled his lips and dragged him into the stone tower.
This situation has been going on for four or five days. The stone tower is the residence of him and Boom. Not to mention the servants, even Tanya, the Divine Blessing Knight, cannot enter or exit at will.
But all the servants were also Vikings, and as Vikings, they would naturally reject strangers. The old butler stamped his feet angrily, then turned and left, walking towards Ragnar's residence.
"Master Qi, Miss Rikka has gone too far! If you don't stop her, Master Bjorn will be tortured to death by her!"
The old butler said with great emotion, even prostrate on the ground, as if he had been unable to kneel for a long time. However, Ragnar remained expressionless, curled up in the throne like a stone sculpture.
"First, is Bjorn dead? If not, where does this danger come from?"
"Second, the strong should bear the baptism of blood and tears. Sheep are sheep wherever they are, and hungry wolves can only wander on the cliff."
‘Third, the appointment of a mentor is something I personally ordered. As the chief steward of the palace, instead of sharing my worries, you are here to sow discord!’
"Boom and Rikka are my guests, and they are special guests of the Tundra Continent. If you don't like them, get out of the village!"
Ragna roared with a gloomy face, and even threw his cane. Tanya on the side always lowered her head, but her brows were full of everything.
The old butler exited the hall quietly, and immediately sent people to buy countless magic potions. However, Ragna sighed softly, his eyes full of disappointment.
"There is no need to be so negative. Although Bjorn is not a genius, as long as he can practice hard, he can reach the level of a swordsman in the future."
"Sister Rikka's training method is very good. At least I don't have a better plan to replace her. And she is merciful. Otherwise, with Bjorn's strength, he would have died long ago."
Tanya smiled, and then she walked to the window and admired the falling snow. Ragnar grinned, no longer dwelling on this issue, and slowly closed his eyes again.