The boy was full of thoughts of the throne and a rebel, and he just sat on the bed and did nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He felt his heart pounding, his whole body full of vitality, and he kept fantasizing in his mind about killing his uncle who had taken the throne with a swift sword, admiring the disbelief and struggle of the enemy's face before he died.

"Knock knock." Soon a rude knock on the door echoed in this not-so-small room. Then, with a "squeak", the door was opened, and in came a middle-aged man with a long beard, who was Caesar's swordsmanship teacher.

He looked so strong, with bulging muscles, an embarrassed face, and fierce eyes that "Caesar" was afraid of the teacher.

"And then! Grab your sword. Don't look like you're swallowing slowly, now, now, at once, grab your sword and trot down with me. If your majesty were to punish me for your sluggishness, then you would be able to worry about your little ass. The swordsmanship teacher said disdainfully and angrily.

This child looked very ashamed when he heard this, he was the legitimate candidate for the throne, but now he was reprimanded at will like a child, and even verbally obscene and insulted. He pressed the words in his throat and decided to save his anger for the killing of the usurper, and for now he could only endure the humiliation.

If Caesar had been as smart as Alaska, he would have discovered something else, such as the disappointment in the swordsman's eyes and the source of his anger.

But now he only thought about how noble and brave he was, and when he followed the sword master down the castle and went to the martial arts arena - he was almost angry.

These hateful slaves neither saluted nor bowed their heads in respect, they did not look at him in their eyes!

Bear with me, it will soon change, it will change. '

No matter where the prince's thoughts froze, the sword master would not let his breath down, and the boy was soon beaten with a wooden sword and sat weakly on the grass.

"Stand up." A shout of rage made "Caesar" tremble, and he looked up to find that it was not the teacher.

Then a great force grabbed him by the collar and lifted it, and "Caesar" found that a strong man was looking at him angrily, and he looked angry and brave, and "Caesar" was very frightened of this.

Soon he understood who it was, and the swordsmanship teacher stepped forward, knelt on one knee with the blade facing down, and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my poor teaching of the prince, the prince is very talented......"

"Shut up." Uncle shouted violently, "Do you think I didn't see it just now! This kid actually sat on the grass because the enemy picked up his sword? It's ridiculous! You're such a coward. ”

In the end, his uncle said to "Caesar", and in the same way, he did not find that his uncle really cared. "Caesar" did not possess anything in Alaska, he was driven by hatred, and he saw his uncle's scolding as a blow to him, a very vile act of lying.

'I'm going to have a solo battle with him!' Now is a good opportunity. He just thought

"I'm not a coward." "Caesar," said him, "then I will send you a solo showdown, if you have the courage, a real sword!" He added to prevent them from playing this child's trick.

The two men were really stunned, and then laughed, completely ignoring him.

"Caesar" was undoubtedly, and he broke free of his uncle's pincer-like palm and took the lead in picking up a long sword from the weapon rack.

The delicate cold blade made his hairs stand on end, but "Caesar" grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and for a moment he looked a little Alaska. The resolute expression made the indiscretion of the two men restrain somewhat.

"Good, that's what it looks like." The uncle drew his sword, held it in one hand, and beckoned to him casually to signal the beginning of the duel.

"Caesar" trembled with anger, and thought that he should solve him with a sword, just when he was underestimating himself.

He rushed forward with a scream, slashing at his uncle with all his might, but was easily blocked. The uncle shook his head in disappointment, his nephew's sword skills were not good at all, and he was simply angry and swung wildly.

In a few strokes, Caesar's sword was knocked away, and his uncle stabbed him in the neck with a sword, and the boy almost screamed in fright, but fortunately his uncle did not want to kill him.

The cold light shone on the skin of his neck, leaving a small red dot on his fair skin, like a cherry.

"Again." Uncle put away his sword and deliberately teased.

Next, "Caesar" was knocked down again and again in the disappointed eyes of his sword teacher, and then rushed towards his uncle without reflection or reason, and then picked up his sword as if he was insulted.

Now this is really a child's farce, and after this incident is over, the boy is really an enemy, and he is beaten hard by the swordsmanship teacher. It wasn't until he couldn't hold it anymore and began to beg for mercy that the swordsmanship teacher stopped.

"Teach him well." The uncle was disappointed and left, and by this time "Caesar" was already trembling with anger, clenching his teeth, and his little face was pale.

But after his uncle left, he was beaten even harder. The swordsmanship teacher stripped him of his clothes in an extremely humiliating way. Then he sneered and slapped his white tender ass with the back of his sword.

"No, please, stop." The boy finally cried, his numb buttocks almost unconscious.