When Blade said this, he himself was stunned, and he wondered for a while: "Why would I say such a thing, have I ever drunk Master Manstein's wine?" He frowned, pondering, searching for something in his lost mind.

Ward also looked at the blade with the same amazement, of course, he didn't know what the 'national warrior' was, he was just surprised, listening to the werewolf boy's tone, it seemed that he had drunk this wine, and he actually denied the name of the wine he said nonsense in addition to the wine that must have been brewed by Master Manstein.

A few years ago, when Blade's father, the Wolfhead Overseer, was stripped of his military power by the Lionheart, and was left at home in Skullshatter in the Alterac Mountains, Master Manstein, a friend of the Wolfhead Overseer, visited Skullbreaker.

During his days in Skullbreaker, Master Manstein suffered a drunken addiction and brewed a wine called 'Warrior of the Kingdom', which he tasted with the Wolf-Headed Overseer. At that time, Blade had also had the privilege of drinking 'Warrior Warriors' and was impressed by the taste of this wine, so he subconsciously blurted out the name of the wine after tasting the wine in Ward's hand.

However, the blade in the amnesia only subconsciously remembered the taste of 'Guoshi Wushuang', and he still couldn't remember everything that had happened to him before, including when he had drunk 'Guoshi Wushuang' before.

After another period of hard thinking, Blade sighed and once again gave up the futile search for past memories. He rolled his eyelids, and when he saw that the human who had been robbed of the wine by himself was staring at the wine jug in his hand with a look of remorse in his intestines, he couldn't help but sneer, turned around and was about to flash away.

When the blade walked not far away, he suddenly stopped again, raised his arm, put the sleeve of his shirt to his nose and sniffed it, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "I haven't washed my clothes for a few days, and the smell is a little heavy, if someone does laundry on weekdays, it seems to be a good choice......." ”

"Hey, who's that...... "Blade turned his head and shouted at Ward, who had risen from the ground but was still in pain, looking lost and dejected.

"Knife, Scar Hero, you, are you asking me?" Ward said, pointing to himself.

"Nonsense, it's just the two of us here, I don't ask you who else to ask? Don't you want to be my apprentice? For the sake of you offering me good wine and being sincere, I'll take you as my apprentice." "Blade Road.

"Knife, Scar Hero, this, this is true?" When Ward heard this, he suddenly turned around when he saw the apprenticeship, and he couldn't help but blush with excitement, and even his speech became indistinct.

"To be my apprentice, but you have to face all kinds of hard tests, I don't know ...... you. ”

"Scar Hero, no, Master, don't worry, the apprentice will definitely not live up to your expectations, no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles he faces in the future, the apprentice will definitely rise to the occasion, even if it is on the knife mountain and the oil pot, the apprentice will resolutely go without frowning. Master, you tell the apprentice to go east, but the apprentice will never go west, Master, you tell the apprentice to go up the mountain to slay the dragon, and the apprentice will never go down to the sea to catch turtles...... Yo, Master, you wait, wait, wait!" Seeing that the werewolf boy was obviously impatient, he turned and walked away, and Ward, who was chattering to himself, hurriedly chased after him.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone lightly on the bodies of the master and apprentice, stretching their shadows on the ground very long.

Many years later, when a group of Orc soldiers of the Beamon Empire asked their commander, a Terran Overseer, with envious eyes, how he had been favored by the greatest sword god in the history of the Beamon Empire and accepted by the sword god as his chief disciple, the Terran Overseer groaned for a long time, and finally replied to his subordinates in a deep tone that was unbearable: "Who told you Overseers that I am so talented and amazingly talented?" The sword god is like a torch, he has a good eye for people, and he loves people so much, when he sees a genius like me, he naturally won't let go of ....... ”

It is rumored that after hearing the above words of the Terran Overseer, the Sword God only said lightly: "Oh, did he say so?" Well, I don't need to wash my clothes this month, the Sword God Mansion, send them all to the Overseer's Mansion, just say what I said, I will hand over all my clothes this month to him to wash ...... in person." ”

......

On the ridge.

Blade picked up the empty wine bag next to him, shook it and asked Ward, "Ward, I told you to find me wine, every time you either find me some low-quality red wine, or find some bland ale wine, is this how you perfunctory me?"

When Ward heard this, he was angry in his heart. Ever since he became a teacher of the Blade, instead of learning anything about martial arts from him and getting half of the benefits, he has become his servant, and he has been dictating him all day long, either washing his clothes and cleaning his room, or collecting him wine and game for him to eat and drink.

Over the past month, Ward has been busy jumping up and down, and his whole person looks thinner. On the other hand, Blade, since he had Ward, a free laborer, his small life has become more and more comfortable, he doesn't have to worry about labor, he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and he can drink from time to time, open a small stove or something. A must-read book

As the saying goes, the heart is wide and the body is fat, no, the originally thin cheeks of the sharp blade have gradually become rounded.

Seeing Blade's slightly dissatisfied face, Ward was even more dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Master, the apprentice also did his best. The cellar apprentices of our 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group have been here a few times, but there is only this kind of wine in the cellar!" Ward said with a look of grievance.

Blade also knew that what Ward said was true, and after snorting twice, he didn't embarrass him anymore.

"Master, the bonfire party is about to start, let's hurry up. Ward urged: "I heard that in order to celebrate this merger, Captain Stephanie specially sent someone to purchase a large amount of vodka outside, Master, don't you like to drink spirits, this time you are a mouthful!"

"Oh?" Blade's eyes, which had not been very bright, suddenly lit up.

In the square of Blackson Castle, thousands of bandits sat around hundreds of blazing fires. On either side of each fire, there is a large grill, on which is placed a thick and long iron bar, and on each iron bar, a large roasted meat such as a whole cow, a whole sheep or a whole pig is skewered together. In the crowd sitting around the fire, from time to time, people flip iron bars and spread condiments such as oil, salt, sauce and other condiments on top of the roasted flavor.

In the square, hundreds of barrels of vodka spirits are sealed in small oak barrels.

Stephanie lazily crossed her legs, holding her cheeks in one hand, reclining on a makeshift throne in the middle of the square, gently tapping on the armrest of the throne with the other. Her beautiful eyes slowly swept across the audience, and a smile appeared in the corners of her eyes, revealing irrepressible excitement.

Especially when she saw the leaders of the annexed bandit groups sitting under the high platform with embarrassed expressions, the smile in her eyes intensified.

What could be happier than having a former opponent crawl at his feet?

The current 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group has reached 4,000 people, and after those annexation battles, it has become even more famous.

Due to the intensification of the border guards of the Beamon Empire and the Byzantine Empire on the bandit groups in the border area, there are constantly small bandit groups and lone bandits who feel unsupportable, so that the strength of the 'Nightblade Leopard' has been growing in a straight line, and there is no bandit group within hundreds of miles of the surrounding area that can match it.

Today's 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group is faintly on par with the largest bandit group in the western Byzantine border province of Kakisen, the 'Blood Falcon'.

Stephanie knew that one of the key figures who brought about such a remarkable change was the werewolf boy who was a ninth-level powerhouse. Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but search the audience. Finally, beside a fire, she saw the blade. I saw that he was staring intently at a whole sheep that was still being barbecued in front of him, his throat was squirming, and he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, looking salivating.

Stephanie smiled slightly, she still felt good about the impression of the blade. At a young age, she has a special skill, and she does not form cliques in 'Nightblade Panther', and there is no threat to her status, and for this, Stephanie is very satisfied with the blade. However, the shortcomings of the blade are also obvious, such as its loose nature, lack of appearance, and gluttony, and the chef of the group's man's room and the caretaker of the wine cellar have complained to her no more times, saying that this blade often instructs his new apprentice named Ward to patronize the man's room and the wine cellar, specializing in stealing chickens and dogs, and taking sheep by the hand, which makes them very annoying. Stephanie laughed at such complaints. Because she knew that the so-called troubles he caused were insignificant compared to the contribution that Blade could make to the Nightblade Panther.

Moreover, isn't this character of the blade more manageable for her?

Stephanie believes that the Nightblade Panthers will continue to grow in her hands, and she doesn't know how far they will grow. However, she will work hard, try to grow the Nightblade Leopard to be as powerful as the mercenary group that he once led. When the time comes, she will go to the Nightsong Forest to find 'him' and deliver 'Nightblade Leopard' to 'him'. As for himself, he retreated behind 'him', silently supported 'him', and dedicated every effort to 'him' to complete the ideal of recovering the country in his mind.

A free-spirited figure crept into Stephanie's mind. The roaring bonfire in the square illuminated Stephanie's face, which had suddenly become tender and watery.

Several salutes rose into the sky, blooming like flowers after exploding over Blackson Castle, and the party celebrating the official merger of the Nightblade Leopard and several other bandit bandits began.