In the open space behind the castle of the Moros family. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lance, who had changed into civilian clothes, stood respectfully in front of Harita, and under the sunlight, the young man's somewhat pale face also looked slightly rosy.

"Well, let's get started!" Haruta nodded with satisfaction.

He is very satisfied with Lance's attitude, whether he can learn well is one thing, but whether he is willing to learn or not, and what he is learning for, is the more important thing.

Not to mention anything else, although as a nobleman, and even the head of a large family, Lance is still so peaceful and kind to others, coupled with the ease of dealing with that group of nobles who eat people and don't spit out bones, Haruta is still very optimistic about his prospects.

Under Lance's bewildered and slightly frightened eyes, Haruta walked around him a few times before reaching out and touching his bones and muscles.

Rub it, Mr. Haruta doesn't have any fetishes, right?

I must have been wrong!

Lance looked confused and struggled slightly, but was hit the skull by Haruma, and immediately became honest and let Haruta do something to his body.

"Ahem, that, I already know a little about your physical condition. By the way, have you ever practiced swordsmanship?" Seeing this handsome young man looking at him with a strange look, Haruma couldn't help but cough twice and put on a teacher's stand.

"Swordsmanship, uh, I've practiced a few times with the family's guards before. But it's all nobles......" Lance touched the Western sword in his hand and replied embarrassedly.

"Noble..... well, I understand. Harita swept the sword in his hand and nodded.

In fact, the nobles are not all pustules, of course, the nobles of the imperial capital are really almost rotten to the end. Even if there are really some fine family traditions, most of them are just pretending, and the so-called swordsmanship is probably the flashy thing of Western swords.

Well, it's not some sarcasm, it's a fact.

The thin Western sword in Lance's hand is not flashy at all, except for being able to play a few fancy things. That kind of thing,The only lethal ability is stabbing!But,Thorn,Unless you stab the vital point, what can this move do? Don't you see that other people's cute girls like to behead when they fight now?

"Here's to you. Harita walked to the side of the weapon rack and looked at it casually, then he picked up a mid-military sword, weighed it a few times, nodded in satisfaction, and threw it to Lance.

Lance was startled, and quickly dodged away, waiting until he saw it clearly before looking at Haruta with an embarrassed expression. This left the latter speechless for a while.

Feelings really don't have any foundation at all!

"Forget it, pick up this sword, throw it away in your hand!" said Harita, his figure flashed, he sat on the pre-arranged chair outside the venue, picked up a bunch of fruit, and said casually, "Swing the sword a hundred times first." Well, that's right, just split it. ”

"Uh, teacher, what are you going to do?"

"Me?" the lazy young man who was eating melons tilted his head, "eat melons." It's okay, leave me alone. ”

Lance: "........."

Did I take a leave of absence from the master?

Wrong!

The teacher must be testing me! The boy who was sweating in the sun secretly cheered himself up.

So, ten minutes later.

When Lance, who was sweating profusely, stood in front of Harita, he found him looking drowsy.

"Oh, the next split is over? Another horizontal slash, well, a hundred left and right strokes. Haruma narrowed her eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, Lance, whose face was so white that he was scared to death, stood bent over in front of Harita.

"Oh, it's done again, don't worry, the warm-up exercise has just ended, I'll teach you a few interesting poses. "Haruma has an expression that I want to play.

Lance: "........"

In the evening, when Lance, whose bones were about to fall apart, was helped back to his room by the servants, he was sure of one thing, and that was that Harita was a fake master!

What a master, what a master, it's all a lie!

Call him a master of the whole person, right?

"Eh, Beth, put this in the tub, well, put it all in. By the way, there's this, put it on him when he's done. Harita threw the maid two boxes of things.

So, half an hour later, Lance's miserable voice came from the direction of the bathroom, and its voice was so miserable that it made those who heard it sad and those who saw it wept.

When it gets dark, Beth, a maid dressed in a maid's outfit, brings her dinner with a grudge on her face.

If it weren't for this bastard, maybe the young master would have been put to peace with her tonight.

Huh?

Looking at the back of the girl's departure, Harita was puzzled for a while. I've been very low-key lately.,It doesn't seem to be deliberately attracting the attention of the girl?What the hell was that resentful look just now?

Am I already so handsome?

………..

The next day, in the same place.

"Teacher, why was I so tired when I practiced yesterday, and now I don't feel bad at all after taking your medicine?"

"Yunnan Baiyao, just want to get it!"

"What did you say, teacher?"

"No, nothing. Soon, let's start today's practice. Harita urged. Your sister, will I tell you that I came from the Huangquan Temple?

In terms of healing, the medicine in the Huangquan Temple is still good.

But this can't be helped, does this call this group of fake monks to engage in martial arts instead of chanting scriptures all day long? Do you think you are Shaolin Temple? The key, except for a few boxes of broken medicine, there are not even big and small pills!

It's too much of a bully!

After a few words of complaining in his heart, Harita sat back in his chair lazily, the difference was that today, he had an extra parasol on his head. In short, how can you not enjoy a wave of hospitality when encountering a big dog?

An hour later, when Lance had finished preparing for the event that he had named 'the seventh set of all-schoolboy radio gymnastics' by a lazy person, Haruma stood up.

"Well, boy, are you ready?"

"Huh?"

"Eat me with a sword!"

A scream rang out in the castle, and the people were frightened.

That Mr. Harita is too ruthless, isn't he?

The cliff is bleeding!

But I heard that he is a master who is so tall that he can lift high, so I really want to see it!

…………

One night a few days later.

Inside the hall.

A huge dining table sits in the middle, with Lance and Haruta sitting across from each other, surrounded by aristocratic décor, which can be called a candlelit dinner. Well, just ignore the guy behind Lance with a black face.

Harita picks up a knife and fork and unleashes her powerful swordsmanship to the fullest - destroy these evil foods in front of you!

To tell the truth, compared to the damn dangerous barbecue, this kind of non-nutritious thing is really delicious!

On the other side of Harita, Lance was also munching heavily.

Thanks to someone's devil's training, Lance had doubled his meal in a short period of time! People were used to it, except for the constipated look of the guy standing on the side swallowing saliva.

Finally, he couldn't help it.

"Young Master!"

Lance crushed the steak in his mouth and grunted back.

"What's wrong?"

"As a nobleman, how can you dine so rudely?! If it spreads, it will discredit the Morris family!" the man looked distressed.

Hearing the words behind the other party, Lance's movements suddenly stopped, and even his face turned cold.

He leaned over slightly, picked up the napkin on the table and slowly wiped his mouth, without saying a word.

"Commander Boone, pay attention to your identity!" At this moment, an old man in a tuxedo walked over and yelled at Boone, and then he bowed slightly to Lance.

"Master Lance, I'm back! and Mr. Harita, hello!"

"Butler, have you contacted over there?"

"Well, the Fran family has agreed, invite the young master to the banquet tomorrow night, and by the way, decide that matter!"

"Well, it's better to find out sooner, I understand this matter. Go down!" Lance nodded slowly with a hint of steadiness on his face.

"Teacher, I'll go back first. With that, Lance got up, and Boone, who didn't even pay attention to him, walked upstairs.

At the table, Harita finished the last piece of meat and wiped her mouth.

He walked past with a smile, his hand on Boone's shoulder, and then walked away without a trace, leaving only a faint voice echoing through the room.

"I advise you best, be honest!"

The hall was empty.

The middle-aged man, Boone, who is also the current head of the Moros family's guard, has a blue face, and his hands are clenched so tightly that he almost pinched into his flesh.

Damn it!, the sentence almost squeezed out between his teeth, and finally he forced it down.

Striding out of the castle, Boone's face in the darkness was full of shadows.

That's it, it's time to begin!