The ground in front of him was littered with powdered objects smashed in anger.

"Young Master, we are now in Grimm Castle, and the purpose of this visit is mainly to order the iron ore ordered by the master... So try not to get out of the way. The guards on the side reminded him for fear of doing something again.

"I know!! I'm not stupid! In response to the guard's kind reminder, Olysses' anger gradually subsided.

"Humph! If it weren't for the iron ore that was a decisive factor in my father's plan, this little Grimm family would have been swallowed up by us a long time ago, and that woman... How dare you do this to me! ”

At the thought of Freya's cold and beautiful face, Olysses' newly cooled heart became hot again.

"Young Master, that woman is just a woman after all, as long as the plan is successful, then do you still care about a woman?" Seeing the second son of the viscount who was about to have another seizure, the guard next to him comforted again.

Gently soothing his breath, reason once again took over his brain, and Olysses had a hint of viciousness wrapped in his eyes.

"As soon as that plan is completed... What Castle Green, what Baron ... I want them to die!! And that woman, I'm going to make her regret being a woman in this life!! ”……

In the empty room, Freya, dressed in a brown hunting suit, sat quietly on a chair next to the sword rack with her eyes closed.

The hair was sticking to the sides of the face because of the sweat, and the small chest was up and down because of the heavy breathing, and it was obvious that the workout just now was intense.

In front of her lay a commonly used cross-wood sword and two identical red books.

One was a former one, and the other was something she had managed to find in the library, and both books belonged to the same author.

As the body gradually recovered, Freya opened her eyes and looked at the two books in front of her with a slight frown.

After feeling the limit of basic swordsmanship, her original plan was to ask the baron for swordsmanship, but looking back, the baron's usual swordsmanship is completely a domineering giant sword that opens and closes, although it can also teach her now, but in the end, the sword style of the two is too far apart.

She knew what the consequences would be if she was affected by a sword style that didn't suit her.

Moreover, through guò practicing basic swordsmanship, she gradually found that her strength had not increased much at all, but her agility and flexibility were already equivalent to that of the baron, which meant that it was difficult for her to inherit the baron's swordsmanship, and she could only take the path of fast swordsmanship.

After thinking about it, Freya found that with her current body and her own experience, the one she had seen in the library was the most suitable for her.

"Maybe you can try!" Freya thoughtfully touched the red book in front of her, "Otherwise, I can only try my luck in the aristocratic academy that my father said." ”

It is much thicker than the previous book, and there are many, many elements of bayonet usage and exercise, although it is not as detailed as being taught by someone himself, but fortunately, it is detailed enough and the information obtained by deducing it from Freya's mind is not far from ten.

After flipping through it briefly, everything inside was engraved in her brain.

Flicking her nimble wrist, Freya stood up and picked up her wooden sword.

Exhaled slightly, and suddenly his eyes froze!

'Shhhhhh

After the slight sound of the wind, her figure suddenly appeared about a meter in front of her, and the tip of the cross sword pointed straight at her.

The speed of her blonde hair lifted to the limit, and then slowly fell.

"It's a thrust!" Serious eyes look into the distance. "And then there's... Didus..."

'Shhh ’

'Poof! ’

Compared to the fast invisible figure before, the speed of the second stage of the thrust was even faster, and almost instantly, the sword in her hand combined with a special step rushed into the distance again.

Because of the extremely fast speed, the tip of the wooden sword actually made a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Then, her body jumped back, the sword in her hand quickly retracted and raised slightly, and then slashed out.

'Whew...''Whoosh...'

The wooden blade slashed through a silver line in the air, slashing past and slashing forward again, another second-stage combo.

The four swords were all cut in the same position under Freya's control, but the time was only a short less than two seconds.

Then, parry posture, pursuit posture, dodge posture, counter-kill posture... Every movement is swift and concise, with a taste of a fierce wind.

Soon, the sword training method was used by her one by one.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed through the room, and Freya returned to her chair, unable to move at all due to the feeling of detachment from exerting too much force.

"I didn't expect that it only took three minutes to consume all my physical energy... It seems that in addition to its own flexibility and agility, the bayonet also has a great demand for explosive power, otherwise he will be tired and paralyzed before he kills the enemy..."

Half-lying on the chair, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the ** inside and the snow-white skin on her chest, and the well-fitting hunting suit made her heavy breathing feel tight, very uncomfortable.

This sword training method is much more difficult than the first training of basic sword skills, but its power is not comparable to basic sword skills.

At the end of that book, it is written that if the sword is trained to the extreme, the tricks used are like a gorgeous waltz of sharp blades, which are instantly shattered everywhere they go, noble and deadly.

Of course, Freya doesn't know if the author of this book, the aristocratic swordsman Leonardo, has been trained in the end, but at present, the way of stabbing the sword he pursues after all is definitely a powerful being.

The sword stabbing does not require the strength of the sword holder itself very high, it is compared to the basic swordsmanship, it abandons more than half of the sword moves that require strength such as slashing, but with precise and fast picking, stabbing, cutting, teasing and other actions, and its moves are two combos, endless, this kind of swordsmanship is easy to drag the opponent into their own rhythm, and then be defeated and killed.

After resting for a while, Freya also had a certain initial understanding of this kind of swordsmanship.

Looking at the sky outside the window, before I knew it, it was already evening.

Although she didn't care about the provocation of Berta's second son before, Freya felt that she should report to the baron.

After a brief tidying up, she hung the wooden sword around her waist and walked out of the room......

The Baron's exclusive study.

The room was not large, and on the wall were two bookshelves full of books, and a pair of fully duplexed silver-white armor hung next to the bookshelf, emitting a faint cold light under the candlelight.

This room, in addition to being used for the baron's office, also serves as a way to talk about things.

In the room at this time, the Baron and Olisses were sitting at the round table in the study, and there was a white cup in front of them, the drink was a little cold due to the time, but the faint smell of mint still came from it.

It looks like the two of them have been talking for a while.

Taking a sip of the drink in his hand, Olysses frowned slightly, then smiled.

“…… Uncle Green, my father is determined to obtain the iron ore in your territory, and this time our family can make a bloody investment. ”

"Well, the price given by Lord Viscount is indeed attractive, if it is true, I will consider it." The baron nodded, his tone flat, and he couldn't see any emotion.

“……”

Looking at the baron's expression, Olisses felt a little annoyed in his heart, from the moment he first saw the baron, he began to persuade the baron to buy iron ore according to his father's words, and at that price, if he was not a fool, it would not be difficult to see that this was a business that must be earned, but the man in front of him said from beginning to end that he would consider it, and there was no room for relaxation at all.

Olysses, who couldn't guess what the baron was thinking, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Green, do you still need to think about this?" If that's not enough, say it, and I'll go back and give my father an answer. ”

"Hmm—" Hearing Olisses' decision, the baron frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing the baron's expression, Olisses raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that things had finally taken a turn for the better, but the next words made him pour cold water on his body.

"If nothing else, then please go back." A cold tone spat out of the baron's mouth.

"You..."Olisses' eyes widened, he didn't expect the man in front of him to be so ruthless, even though he had a lot of words in his heart that he wanted to squirt out to the man in front of him, but when he thought of his current situation and the absolute strength of the baron, he finally only stood up and looked directly into the baron's eyes and said hatefully.

"Alright! In that case, Lord Baron, I will tell my father the truth about your response, and I hope that I will do it myself. ”

In response to the faintly threatening words of the young man in front of him, the baron just waved his hand lightly, signaling to see off the guest.

Not to mention that he is the second son of the Viscount, even if the Viscount Berta is standing in front of him, he does not dare to speak to him like that under certain circumstances, if it is not for unnecessary disputes, or the Baron leaves the head of Olisses on the spot, the Viscount Berta can only swallow the bitter fruit in his stomach and digest it forever...

'Bang! ’

With the sound of the door slamming shut, Olisses walked out of the study with a gloomy face, and outside the door there was a man as strong as a bear in addition to the four guards standing and waiting for him. Bailey.

Seeing the attitude of their young master who didn't turn his head and leave, the four guards looked at each other, maybe they had guessed something, and hurried to catch up.

Howard stared blankly at the five who had left, not knowing what they were thinking.