Lear adjusts his emotions first, then recalls his newly absorbed language and common sense, speaks in a low voice, and only walks out of the tent when he feels that he will not be seen by others. He wasn't stupid enough to wake up and communicate with people from the other world, after all, it would take a period of adaptation to absorb other people's souls.

He moved his body slowly, but very stiffly.

The camp had been set up, smoke was billowing and the team's cooks were cooking. The sun was about to set, and most of the mercenaries took advantage of this time to practice their swords, and the sound of shouting and shouting was endless.

Susan, who was five big and three thick, was practicing swords ten meters away, and when she saw Lear coming out, she took the opportunity to be lazy and wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked over.

"Are you awake?" said Susan, flatteringly.

"You and Miss Catherine must have saved me, and if I had the chance, I would have paid a lot of money. Lear said very politely.

"You are such a generous young master. My name is Susan, and you are ......," Susan said.

"My name is Lear. He didn't dare to say Lear, but when he did, he realized that his name was pronounced almost exactly the same as Lear's.

"Master Lear, there's a little river next to the camp, you'd better go take a shower, the tent has clothes ready for you. For the sake of "heavy money", Susan wanted to be his maid.

Only then did Lear realize that he was dirty, and hurriedly said, "Thank you for your advice." He went back to his tent, took out his clean clothes, and walked in the direction Susan pointed out to the creek.

There were already a lot of people bathing in the creek, so he found a remote place, washed the dirt off his body and washed his old clothes, changed into clean clothes and walked back to the tent.

In front of his tent, there were three more members of the Flame Mercenary Regiment, one of whom was Scar Loth, and a red-haired boy of fifteen or sixteen years old and a thin young man.

When Susan saw Lear returning, she immediately said to the three men, "You blocked Master Lear's tent." ”

Scar Los clasped his arms over his chest, pretending not to see Lear, and said to Susan, "What does it have to do with us?

"You dare to disobey the order of the regimental commander, it seems that you don't want the income of this mission. Susan said with a sneer.

"Don't threaten me with the regimental commander! I don't care what I do!" Scar Los said viciously, the scar on his face even more hideous, like a centipede writhing.

"Why, you want to compete with me, little lady of Loos!" said Susan, glaring at each other like an angry she-bear.

Scar Los and Susan are also mid-level fighters, but Susan has strength proportional to her physique, and is very terrifying when wielding a heavy sword, even defeating high-level fighters. If you really want to fight, two Loes can't compare to one Susan.

Scarloth's face changed, he put away his arrogance, and said with a smile: "Why make such a big fuss, we're just hanging out." Since you don't like it, I'll leave right away. As he spoke, he gave the red-haired boy a look.

The red-haired boy understood and walked towards Lear with a smile: "My name is Russo, I heard that nobles have family swordsmanship, you and I are about the same age, how about a fight?"

Sword skills need to be triggered by fighting energy, and only masters above the swordsman level can use fighting energy, and people at the warrior level cannot use it at all. When the redhead said this, he was clearly defiant.

Warriors who do not have a fighting spirit to use can only use swordsmanship, and there is a world of difference between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

Lear knows best how many pounds and taels he has, he himself is just an ordinary student, and that Charlie Lear is even more of a standard gentleman aristocrat, ** maid, bullying commoners, eating, drinking and merrymaking, even if he has learned swordsmanship for two or three years, he is just a waste.

"Not interested. Lear was about to go back to the tent when he was stopped by the ginger boy.

The red-haired boy shoved the training sword into his arms, took three steps back, and also held the training sword and said, "No, but you have to call me Master Russo three times." "He has the innocence of a child, because he only acts according to his likes and dislikes, and does not distinguish between right and wrong.

Susan was about to step forward to stop her, but the young man named Schmidt blocked her, and Schmidt smiled and said, "Let's not interfere in the game between children." ”

Susan's relationship with Schmidt is okay, and Schmidt is a very powerful high-level fighter, Susan hesitates.

"Coward, what are you afraid of?" the redhead sneered, pointing his sword at Lear. The training sword is a bladeless iron sword that does not inflict serious damage on the opponent unless it is intentionally wounded.

Lear wanted to swallow his anger, but suddenly remembered the threat of the previous plane's power, and felt that if he endured it any longer, he might be humiliated and would fall into an even more unfavorable situation, so he made a decisive choice.

"Tell me, what qualifications do you have to challenge a nobleman, the sole heir of an earl!" Lear stepped forward and looked directly at the red-haired boy.

"Earl?" the red-haired boy subconsciously put away his training sword, took a half step back, and looked at Lear in panic. The greatest nobleman he had ever seen was nothing more than a baron, and above the baron there was a viscount, and above the viscount was the count. In the heart of the red-haired boy, the baron was already a great figure, not to mention the only heir to an earl.

Scar Los lied to him that Lear was a down-and-out aristocrat, so he dared to challenge him.

"Red-haired boy, remember who you are, and don't bring disaster to you and your family because of the instigation of the wicked and the arrogance of your heart!" Lear lifted his chin lightly and returned to the tent on his toes.

When he was taking a bath, he had already figured out that according to the description of the female fairy, Charlie Lear was already dead and could not die again, and the enemy would not take the initiative to trouble him again. Rather than denying your identity and being obliterated by the power of the plane, it is better to admit it in front of strangers. This is the southern part of the kingdom, and almost no one knows him.

There is a sense of arrogance in normal people's hearts, he is not that kind of soft egg, so he took the lead to avoid being humiliated by the red-haired Russo.

Susan grew her mouth in surprise, she didn't expect Lear to be so big, a count has at least tens of thousands of square kilometers of territory or a small city, and some counts even have tens of thousands of square kilometers.

"He must be a liar!'s heir to the Earl can't be hunted down!" said Scarlos unwillingly.

Susan looked at him coldly and said, "You can say this to the regimental commander." Oh, by the way, the eldest lady we escorted, and asked the honorable Lord Pyne to give the 'Count of Liar' a precious bottle of healing water, worth at least 150 gold carats! and fresh sausages......" Susan suddenly shut up, her face very strange.

"Hmph, I don't believe ......" Scar Los was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Shut up, it's a felony to assume a title, he's right, don't bring disaster to yourself. Let's go. Schmidt snorted and left with Scarlos and the redhead.

"Brother Schmidt, how can an heir to an earl be unconscious in the forest?" said Scarlos cautiously, he hated the nobles, but he also did not want to anger Schmidt, who was stronger than him.

"Do you think that a fake nobleman can say what he just said? Only a true nobleman will not flinch in the face of a commoner who is stronger than himself. If we cannot be promoted to swordsmanship, we will always be commoners!, no matter how down-and-out he is now, we must not offend him,......" Schmidt sighed in frustration. He was also a well-known high-ranking fighter, but when Lear questioned the red-haired boy just now, he was a little timid.

"But ......"

"We may be mistaken, but our aristocratic employers can't. A nobleman with a retinue of more than a dozen swordsmen and magicians, at least a marquis, they can't be mistaken!" Schmidt whispered.

The red-haired boy Russo glanced back at the tent, his fists clenched, his eyes full of unwillingness, and he thought: "Being frightened by him just now is simply the greatest shame I have ever encountered! If others knew about it, they would definitely laugh at me for not being able to beat even a skinny noble young master." Ten days at most, I will definitely find a chance to defeat him in a formal sword match. ”

In the hearts of children who don't know anything, face is more important than anything else.

Scar Los smiled grimly, and thought to himself, "I finally met a lonely nobleman, I must teach him a lesson! Besides, he is only the heir now, and when he really becomes an earl and can deal with me, he may not be able to find me." Hmph, aristocrats are not omnipotent. What's more, it won't take a few days, and Catherine will not be able to protect herself...... Hey hey ......"

Inside the tent, Lear looked at the plate suspiciously. He ate one, which had four sausages on his plate, but now it was empty, half of the bread was missing, and the milk was untouched.

He didn't bother with these details, but lay down with his arms on his pillow.

"I scared them just now, and if they encounter danger in the future, this method will not work. In order not to be obliterated by the forces of the plane, I must avenge the Lear family. In this starry sky continent where the strong are respected, even if you inherit the title, you need strong combat power. I want to find a swordsmanship teacher in this mercenary group, learn swordsmanship, and at least have the ability to protect myself before I can talk about revenge. My memory is vague and I need to relearn it. However, the memory of the swordsman's inheritance is very deep, and it was Charlie's father who forced him to write it down, so that I don't have to worry about it when I become a high-level warrior. He thought to himself.

"If I die, the Lear family will have no heirs, and according to the law of nobility, the Grand Duke of Barlow, the royal family of Notting, and the royal family of Homan all have the right to receive the territory. Attacking an earl must be able to withstand the wrath of the entire noble house, even the Grand Duke of Barlow may not dare, it seems that my revenge is not easy to avenge. He smiled wryly.

At this moment, the old voice of the sword came into his ears: "Hmph, as long as you study hard, I can make you a top master!"

Lear's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "Yes, you are an immortal! Can you teach me the exercises of cultivating immortals, it must be more powerful than the magic or fighting spirit of this world." ”

The sword was sullen, and after a long while, he said unhappily: "Have you forgotten the power of the plane? The power of the plane will never allow the power of the other plane to invade, the power structure of this plane is magic and fighting energy, and the power of the plane cannot allow the power of cultivating immortals or technology." We belong to the 'stowaways', and we are lucky to exist. ”

"You mean, I can use the knowledge of the earth to augment items in this plane, such as bows and crossbows, but I will never be able to create a steam engine or a gun that will revolutionize this plane?"

That's what it means. ”

"So you can't help me at all?"

"The power of the plane is not omnipotent, as long as your foundation is the power of this world, I can teach you some techniques for improvement. As long as it is just a 'technique', it does not involve the essence of cultivating immortals, and it does not involve the 'Dao', and the power of the plane will not interfere. Squire said.

"That's all there is to it. Lear said helplessly.

At this time, Catherine came over and talked to Susan for a while before whispering outside the tent, "Master Lear, dinner is ready, I hope to introduce you to the mercenary group." ”

Lear hesitated, he didn't want to see too many people.

"You're joining halfway through after all, and you'll have to meet everyone before you get to Port Lear to avoid unnecessary trouble. Catherine persuaded.

His heart beats violently at the sound of Port Lear, but he immediately remembers that Charlie had only been to Port Lear when he was six years old, and that he had spent most of his days in the royal capital of the Notting Kingdom. This is a tacit agreement between the nobles, which is equivalent to exile their family in disguise, to prevent conflict with Count Lear, in the face of great interests, even fathers and sons and brothers can turn against each other.

As the son of the Lord, his social circle was not large, and the dissemination of information in this world was not well developed, and no one in Port Lear could recognize him except for a few of his father's friends and the people who ran the shop for his family.

The countries of the Star Continent are divided into empires, kingdoms, and principalities. Empires are the most powerful states, while kingdoms are divided into independent kingdoms and fiefdom kingdoms. The Kingdom of Notting is a fiefdom kingdom, which belongs to the eternal fiefs given by the Homan Empire to successive Notting kings. Whereas, there is no independence of a principality, it can only be a fief given to a duke by an empire or kingdom.

Port Lear was a fief given to the Earl of Lear by the Duke of Barlow, and the Duchy of Barlow was a fief given by the Kingdom of Notting to successive Duke of Barlow.

"Sorry for the trouble, wait a minute, I'll get out. He knew that Catherine was for his own good, and he could only agree.

Walking out of the tent, he took a serious look at the leader who had saved him for the first time, because he was confused except anger before, and even if Catherine was beautiful, he was not in the mood to appreciate it.

Catherine was a plump and tall woman, and although she was not as tall as Susan at one hundred and ninety centimeters, she was a head taller than Lear at one hundred and eighty centimeters. In order to facilitate the battle, she wore a close-fitting leather garment, showing the beauty of the woman's body to the fullest. At the age of twenty-four, she had neither the youth of a little girl nor the twilight of an old woman, and she was full of vitality.

Lear's body is now only a fourteen-year-old child, and before he is yet to grow up, he is only as tall as Catherine's shoulders.

He felt that her beauty was not a country or a city, but the heroic temperament on her body was fascinating.

Catherine looked at Lear, stepped forward and hugged him gently, and whispered, "Poor boy, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with me." ”

Lear's face turned red - the height difference between the two men led to an intimate contact between his face and Catherine's breasts as they embraced, a thrilling touch that overwhelmed him but was full of memories.

Catherine noticed his strangeness and said with a smile, "It's rare to see such a shy nobleman, come with me." She graciously took his arm and walked towards the Flare Mercenary Regiment's dining camp.

The male mercenaries on the road looked at Lear with envy when they saw that someone was so close to the beautiful leader of the Firelight Mercenary Group, and they had dreamed of getting this kind of treatment.

Arriving at the dining place, Catherine introduces Lear to the members of the Flare Mercenary Regiment. Except for the hostility shown by the deputy head of the regiment, Cruise, Scar Los and others, most of them reacted coldly, after all, the difference in identities between the two sides was too great. Only a few people hurriedly stood up and saluted, and their attitude was very enthusiastic.

Under normal circumstances, commoners must take off their hats and salute when they see nobles, but this rule is not in mercenary groups.

Susan, who was on the side, very enthusiastically took a bowl of broth and handed it to him, saying, "Old Sanke's broth is delicious, you can taste it." "It's a little awkward when you speak.

Lear took one look at the mercenaries' rudimentary food and realized that the sausages and bread must have been stolen by Susan. He took the broth with a smile and took a sip, it really didn't taste good. A piece of meat entered his mouth with the broth, and he swallowed it with difficulty, compared to this bowl of broth, the sausage was simply the masterpiece of a special chef on earth.

The food of the mercenaries is very simple, each person has a large bowl of broth, and the meat in each bowl of soup is not small, which can add up to the size of half a fist. They soaked the hard black bread in it, and when the bread was soft, they ate the beans and snorted and ate it.

Except for Lear, everyone eats like this, even the regimental leader, Catherine.

Lear didn't eat the brown bread and disgusting-looking beans, and didn't want to make himself look too special, just slowly sipping the broth while observing the people of the Firelight Mercenary Regiment.

There were forty-five members in this mercenary group, two of whom looked like miscellaneous men, and the rest were warriors with weapons with them. Of the forty-three warriors, plus Catherine and Susan, there were only four women. He found that the mercenary group seemed to have its own small group, and no matter how close the people of the different small groups were, they would not speak.

Because of his presence, the mercenary group's dinner was peaceful, and everyone dispersed after eating, and in the end only Catherine was still by his side.

"It's hard to accept this kind of food, is it?" said Catherine with a smile, she was sure that Lear was a nobleman, because commoners would never be as embarrassed as he was when they drank broth, and their faces were more exaggerated than constipation.