"What's the point of the sword in your hand, Fitney Wizdem. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The swordsmanship teacher who changed into cloth raised the long sword in his hand, and his wrinkled eyes were still sharp at the corners of his eyes.

"Protecting the glory of the family?" she said subconsciously.

"Miss Fitney, if you are willing to come to me, it will not be for the sake of the family. He sighed, and the hand holding the sword slowly fell.

Fitney was curious: "Teacher Claude, you once said that the sword is a symbol of loyalty, and it only exists to maintain the glory of your family. ”

"A girl who escapes from the family castle in the middle of the night to learn swordsmanship from me will not take the glory of the family to heart. Claude said this with understatement, but it was taboo among the nobles.

"Well, Mr. Claude, I think the sword is ......," she said with a smile, in a rare and cheerful mood.

"That's ...... Then IMHO, Fitney, you will have a hard time achieving this dream. However, Claude said, trying to shatter her illusions.

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After the end of the Holy War hundreds of years ago, the nobles of the Lutheran kingdom redistributed the kingdom's territory - a large part of the territory was divided by forests and rivers - and the royal territory of Dryden was in the eastern part of the kingdom, bounded by the southern royal forest of Aesop Forest.

The month of the Empress is followed by the month of wisdom, the forest of this period is not the month of the elements in which all things grow, there is nothing special about it, adventurers are not in a hurry to find excitement, plants grow steadily, it is the calmest moment.

But that wasn't the case for a novice who had just experienced the dangers of the forest.

A small stream, here is a tributary of a large river, and the clear water of the stream is mixed with blood at this time.

A figure crouched on a boulder by the stream, a very thin man, or rather just a child, with white blonde hair dipped in the water, and a sword fell beside him.

"Hmm......" She slowly woke up as if she had been stabbed by the cold of the stream, and her pale brown eyes flashed with confusion until the stinging pain in her shoulder woke her up completely.

Slowly supporting her body with her uninjured hand, the water droplets on the girl's long eyelashes slid down, and she felt that she had no strength in her body, and even if she had just woken up, she was dizzy.

Where was she—she looked up and saw the stream, where she was still sitting, and some sharp stone made her sit very uncomfortably.

Why are you lying here? She felt black in front of her eyes, and she couldn't remember anything.

"Miss Fitney, are you alright? The wound hurts, do you want to consider going back?"

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up and saw a boy in a cloth coat, the memory was pouring into his mind little by little.

"I'm fine. She said, struggling to her feet, but the pain in her shoulder made her mouth tremble, and her voice was very small. Soon she sat down again—the rubble made her thin body tremble, and her hair clung to her neck, cold.

Fitnair took a deep breath before turning her head to look at her injury, she slowly uncovered her blood-stained cloak, the wound on her shoulder, the blurred wound seemed to turn into a bloody hole, even she wasn't sure how deep it was.

What should I do at this time?

Bandaged?, but the wound seemed deeper than she had imagined. What kind of herbs does she need to find?

It's clueless, it's just frustrating.

"Do you know what to do now, miss, or do you think a cup of afternoon tea is more appropriate?" Hermes's voice sounded again.

"That's enough," Fitney took a deep breath, trying not to let her anger break through her sanity, even if she felt that she was only a thin line away from collapse at this time, "Hermes, it's not the work of a summoner to say cool things next to her. ”

Hermes smiled silently, though Fitney's eyes looked like they were about to eat people.

This is the third day of Fitney's arrival in the forest.

It is very simple to deceive the nobles, it is somewhat difficult to escape from under the noses of the nobles, but it is not particularly difficult, and the most difficult thing is how to live away from the nobles.

This is a completely unfamiliar circle of the Wyzdem family Fitney, and even his "before" self has never touched such a forest.

Even if......

Fitnay looked at the sword at his feet, and for the first time felt that the hilt was too heavy to lift.

"Miss Fitney, I remember that the master can use the ability to recover, but this wound is very serious. Hermes said, sitting on a big rock with a sunny smile like a child talking to a playmate.

"You're very zealous, but why weren't you so zealous before?" said Fitney, the anger in his tone undisguised.

But she did not wait for Hermes's answer, for the beast's roar appeared on one side of the forest—the black boar's fangs were unusually long, and its eyes glowed red as if to indicate that it was going berserk, and it had some wounds on its body, but the wounds were insignificant in the momentum of this moment.

"It's not gone yet?" Fitney couldn't believe it.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but she knew that the boar that had been staring at her since she entered the forest was like crazy, and had been chasing her since yesterday.

The sword in her hand seemed useless to the boar, but perhaps it wasn't because of her own skills......

"Miss Fitney, you don't even have the courage to swing your sword normally. Hermes reminded at the right time.

How does a noble lady who has never touched the forest face a ferocious beast?

No one did not trust Fitney to do it, for no one noticed where the eldest lady of the Wyzdem family was, and Fitney certainly couldn't do it—the wound in her shoulder was proof.

Hermes did not accuse Fitney, but Fertenay felt a clear mockery, although the boy had not done anything since the boar appeared.

"Okay, okay, as you wish. Fettnay looked at Hermes's nonchalant smile, then at the boar that was roaring and about to pounce, took a deep breath, and stood up, the iron sword seemed too heavy for her now, but as the missing line on the back of her hand became lighter and lighter, her wound was miraculously disappearing.

"Are you going to try again?" Hermes was a little surprised.

Fitney didn't speak, taking deep breaths to ease his tremors.

If she can't take this step, what qualifications does she have to live alone in another world?

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When!

The two swords collided, and the girl retreated, the iron sword in her hand was shaken away, her strength was too small - Fitney looked at the swordsmanship teacher standing elegantly in front of him, he used the swordsmanship practiced by the nobles as before, but both strength and skill were beyond the way Fitney remembered.

Her sword teacher, Claude, began to teach her to hold and swing a sword at the age of five, began to practice swordsmanship with her at the age of seven, and at the age of twelve, he was dismissed by his father when he married Setanin, but became his sword teacher again on the third night when he knew about it.

"You'll come to me again, I'm surprised, Fitney. Claude put away his sword and said.

Fitney suddenly appeared at his abode during the night and consulted him again on swordsmanship.

"I'm so sorry for my faux pas," Fitney felt a sore arm, "please go ahead." ”

She had no chance of winning in terms of strength, but she asked her sword teacher to use the most powerful confrontation - Claude had no objection to this, but it was not the first time that she had shown that she was in a nonsense.

She spent the next few days fighting like this, so much so that she returned to her room in the middle of the night, and the next day, exhausted, fell asleep in Cathy's class one day.

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Brush-!

Fitney avoided the fangs of the wild boar, and the rush of the beast would make people panic, but at this time, Fitney actually had a numb feeling - holding the sword tightly, she made a small mark on the boar.

The boar roared, and Fitney felt her arm tingle, and the feeling of detachment made it impossible for her to stand still.

Boom!

The boar's reaction was very fast, and the moment she turned around, she knocked her sword away, successfully causing the sword in her hand to leave her palm, fly out, and fall to the ground not far away with a crisp sound, Fitney's fist could not cause any damage to the boar, and she had no power to resist at this time.

Hermes watched it all from afar, and the emotion in his eyes was not as deep as a child should be.

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When!

The sword in Fitney's hand was knocked away again, and she fell to the ground, looking at the gentle teacher holding the sword in front of her.

Sometimes she thinks that Cathy's temper is like that of a sword teacher, but Claude's surprisingly mild temper is more like that of a teacher of etiquette - unfortunately his sword does not distinguish between opponents.

It was something she hadn't seen before.

"I don't know why you suddenly came to learn from me the swordsmanship you didn't have to learn," said Claude, "I think you may think you're going to face a very powerful enemy, but strength doesn't necessarily prevail over power - I don't know how long this time will teach you......"

"What do you want to say, Mr. Claude. Fitnair stood up, as if disagreeing with his words, and wanted to take up his sword and continue the fight with him.

"What's the point of the sword in your hand," said Claude, "Fertenay Wizdem. ”

"For the sake of ...... Invincible. She said.

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Hermes looked at the scene in amazement, the boar that pounced, its fangs brushing against Fitnay's pale skin, cutting a bloody streak on her arm, and a dagger pierced deep into the boar's body.

"Hermes, the boars of the Aesop Forest never attack people unless someone has maddened them with potions...... What do you want to do. "I really don't have the experience to defeat them, but you forgot that I looked up their information every day, and that was the case before you appeared. ”

"Who's there. Hermes stopped talking, and a deep voice echoed through the forest.