"Messy... A night wind. ”

Iros, who closed his eyes lightly, suddenly heard a vicissitudes of life accompanied by the cold sea breeze passing through his ears, and his heart throbbed, and he turned around in shock.

"This is..."

The dust behind him had been swept away by a chilling wind, and under Iros's shocked gaze, the two fallen orcs had been invisibly dismembered by the storm like cattle slaughtering cattle in the market.

Bright red blood infested the golden sand, stretching to the feet of Iros.

"That's..."

Eric also saw that scene, and after he was surprised, he couldn't help but feel even more headache in his heart, the Fallen Orcs had already made them helpless, and now there was a guy who could kill the Fallen Orcs so easily.

If he is also an outlaw, then Eric can only scold this bad luck.

"Evan, you take a break. ”

Ivan opened his eyes and looked at Eric, his face was worried, but he still closed his eyes very obediently and rested, because the feeling of being completely out of strength in an instant just now, Ivan had long been unable to maintain a clear consciousness.

Hearing Ivan snore slightly, Eric realized how much of a burden his actions had just taken on Evan.

"I'm sorry Evan. ”

Eric whispered, striding away from the boat and heading for Iros.

At the same time, a man walked out of the shadow of the dense vegetation north of Iros, and Eric and Iros couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the man's face.

A middle-aged human with somewhat long, disheveled gray hair, dressed in the cloth clothes and leather boots worn by the average traveler, holds a flask in one hand and a slender scabbard in the other.

"You're... The owner of the blacksmith's shop?"

Iros remembered who he was the moment he saw him, but he asked with some uncertainty, perhaps out of politeness.

The man smiled and took a sip of wine.

"Long time no see, boys. ”

"It's really you..."Iros breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the corpse of the fallen orc, and asked, "Did you do it just now?"

"Well," the man scratched his head, "When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help." ”

"It's amazing... When I was in the blacksmith shop, I thought that you would not be an ordinary person, uncle. ”

"Big... Uncle?"

Forget it, it's better than being called an old man...

The man twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, then touched the short beard on his face and smiled helplessly.

"Ahem, I'm Lester Swart, you can call me Lester, uncle..."

Eric had already walked to Iros's side, he looked at the sword in Iros's hand with a complicated expression, turned to Lester and said, "Are you chasing your sword?"

"Uh? no, no, no, this sword is already a teenager's thing, how could I be a scoundrel to chase so far to get it back, haha... Haha..."

"Chasing?"

Eric frowned.

"Uh..."

Lester's embarrassment index exploded instantly, and he didn't expect to suddenly tell the fact that he was following them.

"Haha, since you found out, then I'll tell you the truth, I did follow you all the time looking for a sword, and as you think, I'm not just an ordinary blacksmith, I'm also a swordsman, this young man has a very good qualification, it should be said that it is a very suitable qualification for my swordsmanship, so I decided to take him as an apprentice when I was in the town. ”

"Apprentice, do you mean me?"

Iros pointed at himself in surprise and said that becoming a knight was his goal, and learning swordsmanship was his dream.

"That's right, young man, you are the person I like in Lester, your qualifications can't be wasted! And I dare to guarantee that after you learn this swordsmanship, no matter which country the knight order, you are eligible to get the position of captain, but it will be a bit of a disappointment to Kenshin." ”

"The Knights... Commander..."

Iros was already speechless in shock, his dream came true so suddenly, and the boy was at a loss for a moment.

"Mr. Lester, I may be being rude, but since you say you want to take my brother Iros as an apprentice, you have to convince us that you are the first thing you should do. ”

What Eric said is not Lester's strength, the strength that Lester showed just now is at least the strength of a high-level warrior, that is, a seventh- or eighth-order swordsman, although he can't be sure whether the strength of the national knight leader he said is true, but the strength of a high-level warrior can also go sideways in many places.

If he could, Eric would still be willing for Iros to worship such a door-to-door master.

But they still have little understanding of Lester's identity and purpose, and Eric is not at all comfortable letting such a mysterious person go with him.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Eric. ”

"Hmm... Eric, it seems that you were born to be a leader, and you can use that level of magic at such a young age, you must also have a second or third order. ”

"But it's still useless, we're still weak. ”

"Ahem, you can't say that, it's a miracle that you kids have been able to face three experienced wolf hunters on their own for so long, so you should be proud of your talent. ”

"So Mr. Lester has been watching?"

"Well, sort of... Shouldn't the rescuers be the last to be the most handsome?"

This kind of uncle... Can you really be a good master?

Lester is not really unworldly, he has long seen Eric's thoughts, and he has also stopped his exaggerated humor very interestingly, after all, he wants to chase others as his apprentices, and if he is not sincere, he can't buy people's hearts.

"In that case, let's sign a contract. ”

Lester said, the hand holding the flask reaching into a cloth bag around his waist, and by the time he pulled it out again, the flask had turned into a rolled-up parchment scroll.

Unfolding the scroll, Lester plunged the scabbard into the sand, and then unsheathed it with a gust of wind, a very clean and chic flat thin sword, with a long and stiff body.

After lifting the sword onto the parchment, Lester cocked his thumb holding the scroll and lightly slashed it with his sword, and a few drops of blood dripped onto the scroll.

"In the name of Lester, pass on the power of this sword, and give it to his disciple Iros, and use all the power of this body, and use the god of this heart, one day as a teacher, one life as a father, one day as an apprentice, and a lifetime as a son. ”

The moment the contract was made, the blood on the scroll glowed red, and then the blood formed a very complex magic map.

"It's your turn, boy, with your own sword. ”

Iros froze for a moment, then raised his sword excitedly, but he hesitated again, and was about to turn his head to look at Eric when he heard Eric speak first.

"Accept it, Iros, it's what you've always dreamed of. ”

Iros smiled happily as he pressed his thumb against the blade of his sword and gently slashed a few drops of blood down the top of the scroll.

After the scroll sucked in Iros's blood, Iros immediately felt some kind of connection between himself and Lester.

He seemed to be able to feel Lester's mood, and the swordsman in front of him, who seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes, had an irrepressible sense of joy and belonging in his heart at this time.

It seemed that at that moment, Iros felt that this person was his destined master.

"From now on, Iros, you are my apprentice, and the Heavenly Wind Sword Saint Lester Swart will pass on all his powers to you!"