As soon as Renard stepped out of the corridor, the sonorous sound of the horn clearly came into his ears, and dozens of martial arts apprentices were practicing chopping with wooden sticks.

The youngest of the apprentices was only seven or eight years old, and the oldest was no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and they were all children of wealthy families.

Looking at their serious practice of swordsmanship, Renard couldn't help but sigh, even if they practice martial arts without sleep and food now, how many people can really embark on the path of martial arts in the future?

Sir Howard sat on the stone pier as usual to teach his apprentices, but his face was slightly gloomy, as if he had eaten rat poop for breakfast.

The apprentices seemed to know that the other party was in a bad mood, and behaved extremely cautiously, so that they could not find any flaws to teach them a lesson.

Sir Howard, who couldn't find an outlet, was so uncomfortable that he could only pick a bone in his eggs, constantly increasing the difficulty of training, and at the same time cursing something to himself, trying to vent his inner resentment.

The other party's mood was very unstable, and Renard saw that he used a wooden stick from time to time to beat the apprentice with an unstandard movement, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and secretly thought to himself: Maybe today is really not the right time.

He slowly retracted his step, but it was too late to retreat, and Sir Howard turned around and noticed him, although the other party's skills were not as good as before, but his eyes were still good: "When did you come?"

Renard coughed lightly twice when he heard this, and then walked towards the other party with a stiff smile on his face at the same time, and replied: "I just arrived, and I saw that you were busy training apprentices and wanted to leave directly, but I didn't expect to disturb you." ”

Sir Howard nodded expressionlessly, and with the centipede-like scar on his face, he had a rather unangry and self-righteous posture.

He smacked the cigar in his mouth directly to his buttocks, tilted his head to drain the entire bottle of strong vodka, and said with a sneer: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm in a good mood today, after all, there is a new member in the family." ”

Okay, very good, the hell believes!

Renard shook his head secretly, if the other party was in a good mood, he would definitely be holding vanilla milk tea in his hand, and the corners of his mouth would be filled with a shallow smile, instead of looking up and slamming the can, which can choke people to death.

Sir Howard waved away the trembling apprentice, and without waiting for Renard to refuse, he turned to himself and walked towards the meeting room: "I haven't left here for two years, tell me about the things outside." ”

The meeting room is the most age building in the hotel, with a total of two floors, the ground floor is the living room, and the second floor is the exhibition hall, which displays Sir Howard's half-life collection, which is nothing more than armor blades and hunted monster specimens.

Pushing open the old oak door, the wisps of sunlight shone in, making the slightly dim living room much brighter, and the floating dust in the air was clearly visible, swirling, rising, and finally falling to the ground again, turning into the most inconspicuous dust.

In the center of the living room is a long oak table, which seems to have a long history, but the top is still brightly glazed, and eight chairs are placed on each side, and the large oak chair in the north position is Sir Howard's seat.

Perhaps it had been a long time since there had been a visit, and the parlor was equally rotten, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, and Sir Howard opened his mouth to complain: "It's been a long time since anyone has come to see me, an old fellow." ”

With that, he sat down in his chair with a little effort, as if he were going to return to the eternal night at any moment.

Renard sat down in the lower left hand position and asked suspiciously, "Don't other students usually come to see you?"

Sir Howard's face stiffened slightly when he heard this, and then he shook his head helplessly: "Either you are dead, or you are busy making money to make a living, who has time to pay attention to me, an old fellow." ”

After speaking, the atmosphere in the living room became dull.

After a long sigh, the silence was broken by a long sigh, and Sir Howard locked his gaze on Renard and asked softly, "Is Hammidon all right?"

"Father is very good. Renard shrugged his shoulders: "He misses you for a long time, but there are a lot of trivial matters in the territory, and he will come to visit you if he has time." ”

Sir Howard tilted his head in disbelief and asked again, "What about Staff, how is he?"

Stave is the captain of the Third Guard of Fort St. Brieux, second only to Wilson in strength, reaching the realm of a high-level martial artist, but the opponent has his own advantages, and is now less than forty years old, and has a lot of time to squander.

"Two months ago, Stafford left the Barrens. Renard licked his lips and sighed as well: "You know, we can't keep people in this poor place. ”

He recalled the memories of the other party's departure, and Stafford proudly told the others, "I have joined Viscount Albert Clayton's escort, and I will get a reply in a short time, and I will be able to leave here then." ”

The rugged man did not hide the pride on his face in the slightest, and he did not even care about the feelings of others.

Of course, there is no need to scruple, after all, he will be a member of the Clayton family in the near future.

It was a huge family with one marquis, two counts, six viscounts, and more than twenty barons, and the fief was in the extremely wealthy county of Kale.

Even if the name is not as loud as the Duncan family, the waist bag is much more bulging than the members of the Duncan family.

After all, Kale County is next to the kingdom's administrative center, Rose Province, and the lords there are so rich that they are not at all comparable to St. Brieuh's Castle.

Sir Howard's face was a little lonely: "He's my proudest apprentice." ”

Renard knew that the other party had cultivated Stafford as a son-in-law, but it was a pity that people go to high places and water flows to low places.

Fortunately, Sir Howard was not an emotional person, and he quickly recovered from his loss and asked again: "Andrew ...... him"

"Dead. Before the other party could finish speaking, Renard interrupted: "He said that his family trusted him and wanted to go to the army to find a way out." ”

Andrew is Renard's childhood playmate, or dog legs, his ancestors have been farmers for two generations, what does it matter to him, if there is anything to rely on, it is nothing more than to learn a little skill from Sir Howard to dance knives and guns.

Renard took a deep breath and said again: "Two years ago, Andrew left Fort St. Brieux to go on an adventure, and in less than two months, his family received the sad news of his death, as if he was killed by a bear goblin. ”

The bear goblin is the product of the goblin atavism, their strength is not high, four or five strong ordinary people can deal with it, Andrew died at the hands of the other party, I have to say extremely ironic.

Sir Howard opened his mouth, and after a long time, let out a long sigh of depression, and the voice pierced Reynard's heart, causing him to suddenly give birth to the illusion of heroic twilight.

Speechless, the silence gradually made Renard lose interest in chatting, and he went straight to the point and said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you today." ”

"I know. Sir Howard did not show surprise: "You just said that we can't keep people in this poor place. ”