"Ha! Ha!" Polu breathed heavily. He stepped on the snow, vigorously swung his arms, and lifted his numb legs that had lost consciousness. He stepped heavily into the snow-soaked ground that melted in the sun.
The mud and black muddy water splashed up after being stepped on, and mixed with sweat and flowed into his eyes, making Bolu feel a little pain in his eye sockets. The heavy backpack made Polu particularly uncomfortable, and he pulled the rope that was stuck on his shoulders.
"Three more laps!" Like a lingering ghost. Leah's clear voice sounded behind Bolu. The female voice that sounded like fairy music before now sounded like a reminder to Bolu's ears, and even made him feel sad.
Polu felt a sense of fear. "So such a cute little girl will become so hateful when I assign KPIs to you?" Polu thought while gritting his teeth as he ran.
The two legs were out of Bolu's control and were now moving mechanically. He looked back and saw Leah running behind Bolu holding a stick. She looked relaxed and was not wearing armor.
The golden curly hair is tied behind the head, rising and falling gently with the steps, and the crystal sweat flows on the
Her energetic face. What a wonderful picture it would be if she could wear a pair of headphones and watch it quietly with a cup of coffee! "Pa!" The stick hit her arm, interrupting Polu's thoughts.
"Don't slow down!" Bolu wiped the sweat from his face, gritted his teeth and continued running.
The spire of the main tower in the fortress area was blown away, and half of the covered bridge was blown away. The count's bedroom was naturally not spared. Fortunately, the outer corridor is still there and can still be used as an observation point. Count Tashkent and Parma were there
Looking at Polu circling around the warehouse area in the corridor, Count Tashkent said: "He hasn't given up yet. He's quite tenacious. I think there will be no problem for him to come back alive."
"Uncle, Polu is a smart man. He knows that if he wants to survive, he must be able to keep up with the team. He can't really rely on Leonardo to get away."
Count Tashkent turned around: "You spoke well of him."
"He helped me last time, and I don't make friends with fools. He has a lot of fantastic ideas. It's hard to tell that he is a person who only went to a general school."
"Well, he is indeed smart, very young, and he doesn't look like a person who has not gone to school. Crossbows are very useful at the moment." The count pointed to the second wall and was using crossbows to kill the scattered people.
The crossbowmen of the herd. "And the crossbow is also a good thing. I am optimistic about his future development. He is at least a Landau-level alchemist. It would be good to establish a good relationship in advance. Why are you looking at me like this?"
"Uncle, can this kind of training help me improve?"
"After awakening your fighting spirit and becoming a high-level knight, the fastest way to improve is to use up your fighting spirit and strength every day."
"Then I also want to participate."
"You go ahead. Anyway, I have no place to sleep." The count pointed to his big bed, which was half suspended on the collapsed floor. "I can just keep an eye on it these days."
"Uncle, why haven't there been many wild beasts since the last time we were barbarians? It's so cold this year, but none of the legendary giant monsters have shown up?"
"Who knows, it's a good thing if he didn't come."
There are about seven or eight rows of bungalows in the warehouse area. It is no more or less than 400 meters in a circle, which is about the same size as the school playground. Running around the warehouse allows Polu to have a target within reach of the naked eye. There are 50 meters left in this circle.
Mipolu needs to run 25 laps every day. This is a painful and boring process. After all, there is no scenery to see when running around the warehouse. Without Lia's supervision, Polu would have given up long ago.
"I used to be a famous procrastinator, but now I actually run 25 laps a day. It's really a change of environment." Polu, whose eyes were already dazed, suddenly heard the footsteps of a third person joining in. He turned around and saw that it was Palma.
Polu waved his hand: "You, why are you, here, here." Parma had just joined the running, obviously much more relaxed. "Ah! I saw you guys running on the second wall, and the count happened to be watching you these days.
I am here to defend myself."
Leah, who was following behind, said, "Of course you can join, Palma, but is it too easy for you to just follow around in circles? Polu is considered a recruit now. If you join, my requirements will be different!"
Run to the machine shop first!.”
When they came to the door of the mechanical institute, Leah stopped. Polu was about to lose consciousness. He only heard Leah saying to Palma: "You were already an official knight when you took the graduation exam last year." Palma seemed to
A little scared Leah: "Yes, already."
"Okay, then you put on the breastplate, carry another set of armor, and bring weapons. As a knight, of course you must follow the standards of a knight!" Leah pointed to the damaged breastplate waiting to be repaired at the door of the Machinery Institute.
Palma showed a wry smile as if he had thrown himself into a trap, and obediently went to choose armor that was not seriously damaged and would not be uncomfortable when running. Leah looked at Polu who was kneeling on the ground: "You performed well. As a recruit, you are very tough.
Rest for a while, and then you can follow us empty-handed." After saying that, Leah also walked towards the armor waiting for repair. "We still have to run!" Bolu turned over and collapsed directly in the mud. "Replenish energy.
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While the two of them were picking through the pile of armor, Boru lay on the mud and completed his first field injection. The fatigue in his body disappeared, and even the feeling of being frightened when running disappeared. But the intensity
The flushed face and sweat caused by exercise did not disappear, and the sweat in my hair evaporated white steam in the cold air.
Boru lay down and watched the white vapor above his head floating in the air. He sat up and looked at Parma and Leah who were rummaging through the piles of damaged weapons and armor waiting to be repaired. "The repair speed is really slow.
"Of course Landau will not perform magical repairs on ordinary soldiers' armors. He
Nowadays, ballistas are being manufactured at a rate of one per day. The ordinary repair methods of ordinary craftsmen have naturally returned to the ordinary speed that should be expected in this era. Thinking back to the poor processing capabilities of the mechanical institute except for the teachers, hey! Look at it this way,
The manufacturing industry is vast and you can make a difference!
Thinking of this, Polu suddenly became excited. The alchemy manufacturing at Teacher Landau's level is naturally classified into the ranks of cutting-edge production. However, if we can mass-produce some low-level alchemy items on a large scale, we can make more money and live a better life.
A happy life of eating barbecue every day! Bolu, who had not eaten meat for a long time, thought of this and shed tears of hunger at the corner of his mouth.