"If you are asked to receive the envoy from Kislev, it would be better for you to hang out with the red roses of Marienburg! Do you want a widow? I really raised you, a loser, for nothing!"
In the Altdorf Palace, Emperor Louis Bode's scoldings came one after another, hitting the young prince Karl Franz all over his face.
The little prince wanted to refute, but when he saw his father's angry look, he decided to let it go and admit his mistake first. After his father's anger subsided, it would not be too late to confront him again.
Also, this time I was really screwed up. My personal bodyguard informed me and asked the old man to lead someone to arrest me on the bed. I didn’t even have the chance to make excuses.
Karl Franz lowered his head with an innocent look on his face. He looked at his mother, who was standing under the pillars, silent. Obviously, this time, he went too far. Maybe it was because he didn't go on time.
Perhaps receiving envoys from neighboring countries was because he slept with a widow... He couldn't guess which one his father valued more. But there was no doubt that he couldn't escape today.
"I was wrong, father."
In the backyard, Karl Franz admitted his mistake in a low voice.
But this couldn't calm down his father. Maintaining this huge empire made him exhausted every day, and he had to educate his unsatisfactory son.
The old emperor thought to himself, it would be great if he had two sons, at least they wouldn't be such useless people. If they don't expect to be upright and capable, at least they wouldn't cause trouble.
But right now, this good-for-nothing son does nothing serious except playing and whoring every day. Thinking of this, Louis Bode became even more angry.
"Ludwig!"
The emperor loudly called for his personal bodyguard.
"Take Carl down and train him until he can't lift the sword today!"
"No! Father!"
Hearing the emperor's order, the young prince couldn't help but scream loudly. He didn't want to practice swordsmanship, which was the most painful thing. He practiced in the dusty training ground until he was sweating, and his muscles were sore all over. He came back smelling of sweat.
How to do "business" at night?
"Father, don't...I was wrong..."
"I can go to church to chant scriptures and learn equestrian skills from Uncle Maximian. Please don't let me practice sword practice...please..."
"You still have the nerve to make demands?"
"Ludwig, drag him down. Today, he is under your control."
Louboud roared.
…
Bangdang...
Bursts of crisp sounds came from the royal training ground in the early morning.
The young Karl Franz raised the hammer and staggered up to the guard captain, but every time he was knocked to the ground by the burly guard captain Ludwig within a few swings.
The little prince is tall, but he doesn't have many decent muscles in his body. He can't even support his most masculine biceps. In contrast, the instructor standing opposite him - the emperor's personal guard Lu
Derwig Schwartzhammer has a sturdy physique. He is half a head taller than Karl. His muscles are as hard as rock. Paired with the heavy knight armor, he looks like an iron giant.
Karl Franz felt like there was a wall in front of him. No matter what weapons he used, he could not shake this wall even half an inch.
Bangdang...
The sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard.
"Why do you have to practice with a hammer? I want to practice a sword, a one-handed sword! My father asked you to practice sword practice with me, but he didn't ask you to teach me how to use this broken hammer!"
The little prince complained loudly.
But the captain of the guard opposite was not moved at all, and there was not even a change in expression on his rough face. He just stood there and said in a rich voice——
"Your father also said that today, you will be under my supervision. It is up to me to decide what weapons you will practice."
"Your Highness, please pick up your weapon."
His voice was so low and powerful that Carl felt an indescribable sense of oppression. This was still his instructor. If he were truly an enemy, Carl felt that he might not be able to stand in front of him for a single round.
Reluctantly, Karl picked up the heavy hammer on the ground.
"I know why you want to practice one-handed swordsmanship instead of heavy weapons."
"The one-handed sword is light, and the movements are light and smooth, flowing smoothly, which is more ornamental. The warhammer is heavy and laborious, like a clumsy brown bear, making the mice laugh."
"But, Your Highness, you must know that the enemies we will face in the future are not just ragged thugs, goblins, and wild beasts. There are also black orcs, minotaurs, and even forest beasts who are heavily armored and armed to the teeth. giant."
"Do you think your embroidery needle will be able to pierce their thick armor? Or can it cut through their skin as hard as bark?"
Guard Captain Ludwig said in a deep voice.
"It's not an embroidery needle! One-handed swords are divided into broad swords, stabbing swords, long swords and short swords..."
"It makes no difference. Those are things in the hands of women. As a commander, you can have the strength and courage to fight one against a hundred. In the future, you will go to the battlefield and lead the imperial army to victory. The one-handed sword can only be used as The sword is more of a decoration."
Ludwig interrupted the young prince.
His half-blaming and half-praising words made Karl sound half comfortable. Of course, Karl himself knew that at this time, he was not qualified to command thousands of troops. Even his riding skills were so-so, and he had to rely on stirrups to barely ride. On a bumpy horseback.
Bangdang...
Soon, the sound of weapons hitting was heard again in the training ground.
Not surprisingly, the young prince Karl Franz was beaten to pieces again.
His gorgeous golden soft armor was soaked with sweat, and there was even a blood bag swollen on his forehead.
"Injuries are inevitable. Be careful, Your Highness. The person standing opposite you now is me. If it were the beastman leader, your bones might have been broken by now."
"When wielding a heavy weapon, use inertia to control the weapon rather than relying on brute force to control it. Relying on brute force to control the weapon will only cause injuries to your joints."
Under the scorching sun, the guard captain Ludwig loudly taught Karl training.
However, the little prince, who lacked training on weekdays, was seriously lacking in physical fitness and could not keep up with the instructor's pace.
His arms were sore from flailing.
"If I rely on inertia to swing it, I won't be able to defend in time!"
"The hammer is so powerful. When I swing it out and then pull it back, the enemy's machete hits my head!"
Karl retorted. Big beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead and cheeks, dripping on the sand of the training ground, like a drowned rat that had just been fished out of the water.
"The best defense is offense! Your Highness."
"The moment the war hammer is swung, the enemy is already dead, so how can we fight back?"
Instructor Ludwig's words made Karl speechless again.
He does have this strength, but he cannot require everyone to have the same strength and speed as him...
At least, Karl felt that he would never be able to reach that level of intensity in his life.