Six days have passed since the day of the execution.

He wanted to exchange the remaining gold bar for money to pay off the balance of the leather armor, but he didn't expect Joseph to take a voucher with an amount of 7,000 and promise to pay off the more than 2,000 djeru owed.

He bought a house in the suburbs and hastily held a symbolic wedding with Daly.

The two of them also settled down.

The leather armor fits well, and with some bracers and other gadgets, it costs another seven hundred Djeru.

Now, even if he goes to the battlefield, he is not worthy at all. With some gadgets on his body, he was able to survive the brawl for a long time.

"Drink!!"

A sword struck the dummy's throat, completing another "kill".

Putting the wooden sword back on the shelf, Weken finished the day's training.

Compared to these, there is still no skill that has been upgraded to "Grandmaster".

I really admire those craftsmen who can have a craft, they have spent a lifetime of hard work to hone a skill and reach the pinnacle of the line.

Picking up a water bag and pouring a sip of water, Walken looked to the other side.

"Why are you still here?"

It's afternoon, and in the past, except for Floyd and a few veterans who would occasionally exercise for an hour, the rest of the soldiers would not go to the training ground if they could.

But now, there is a beautiful figure in the training ground......

No, it's two, one is practicing on the field, and the other is sitting on the steps of the stage and looking at the training ground.

On the field is the girl who was rescued and her parents were killed. What's it called?

On the stairs is Lizzlit, who moved near the barracks and came to the barracks almost every day to play.

Normally, the two of them shouldn't have been in the early barracks.

"Sir, can you teach me swordsmanship?" the girl's eyes burned.

Wei Ken nodded, "Well, no. ”

The girl was silent for a moment. She had become accustomed to the inconsistency between Werken's movements and words.

There's no way to teach her. Powerful skills brought about by the Miscellaneous Soldier system cannot be passed on to others by teaching. Unless, the other party is a genius, and he will know it after watching the action once.

If there is a genius here, he would have sat on the altar a long time ago, instead of crawling at the bottom of the barracks of the ragtag army.

The girl didn't say anything and continued to dance the sword, wanting more training.

"Revenge? That kind of thing, after killing the enemy, all that's left is emptiness. Weken glanced at her, "I know that feeling, but I can't judge whether it's right or wrong. ”

She couldn't even stand on her feet at first, just an ordinary little girl who was held in the palm of her hand by her family. But now, she can hold the long sword and perform a short sword dance.

This is already very talented.

"No, it shouldn't be talent, it's ......"

What can make people strong is dreams, and hatred. There is no doubt that she is a thirst for revenge - hatred.

But what does this matter to me?

Weken left alone, ignoring the girl whose name he probably hadn't memorized yet.

"Won't you be able to teach Ann Won, Daddy, you won't teach her!" Lizlitt pouted, very cute and playful.

"Nope. Weken shook his head, "Unless, you're ready to come to your senses." ”

"What do you mean?" Lizlit looked dazed, "You're saying the wrong person, right? Really, I haven't learned it so many times!

Weken ignored her and walked away alone.

The object of revenge and anger wants to burn is all "everything that does not help her". Among them, it also involves wielding a knife to cut off the heads of two criminals, cutting off all clues, and burying all sins in the mouths of the dead, sheltering the real wicked people.

Floyd ......

The young girl wanted to kill Floyd, and she hated to drive her away from the real Voyd of Sovas.

In her eyes, Floyd and Sovas are all the way, both evil.

Paradoxically, she trusts and respects Lizlit, who has accompanied her through her most desperate moments...... But because of this, she is in torment.

"Wait a minute! I beg you! help Ann!" Lizlit hurriedly took Victor's hand.

Her little hands are soft and she has a fresh fragrance on her body. It seems to be soap? When she took a bath, she used soap with abrasive powder added to flowers, right? It was a very comfortable and gentle breath.

"What's the matter with me?" Wei Ken frowned, his gaze swept over Ann, who seemed to be burning with anger on his body, "This ...... called 'Ang'"

"It's 'Ann!" Lizlitt corrected Wei Ken's speech error, "Wei Ken, help Ann, she has no family, it's pathetic!"

She studied in the church and is a "cultural person" in this world, and will also help Wei Ken learn the culture of this world in her spare time.

"I see. Weken nodded, "If I were a general, I'd kill her." ”

"So don't nod your head and say strange things at the same time!"

It's not just Lizlit who feels a headache, but everyone who comes into contact with Weken is deeply affected by his habit. And even if the question is raised, Weken doesn't plan to change it.

"Ron and Kouy...... They taught me with their lives that 'you only live once' and that 'kindness to one's enemies is cruelty to oneself'. Wayken frowned, "I don't understand, I don't understand why your father didn't kill the 'shore' or drive ...... away"

Having someone next to you who is spying on your life is definitely not a good experience.

"Weken, I'm going to be angry if you say that again!" Lizlitt stomped her foot, and the look of her breath was very cute.

She wasn't actually angry...... Right?

If she doesn't understand, she can laugh one time and be depressed the next...... The next moment, she can excitedly share with you the interesting stories she found in the book. Yes, she's the kind of stupid girl who quickly breaks free from her grief and shares the joy she has so hard to find with her "friends".

She was also the only person other than Lear who would talk to me about the "cultural customs" of the world.

"Ann is a very kind person, a friend, she likes you very much, why don't you want to accept her!" Lizlit grimaced, "Ann said a lot of admiration for you at night!"

As she spoke, Lizlit leaned into Wicken's ear and whispered, "I suspect Ann is in love with you!" she always said of her despair in the box and the emotion of being rescued by you. She seems to think of you as a prince charming!"

Wei Ken nodded: "What's the matter with me? She likes to be liked by her, yard by yard, no one says I have to like someone who likes me." ”

Lizlit felt that her three views were being forcibly overturned by Wei Ken, and she was trampled on the ground and rubbed against it. If it weren't for the previous contact, she would have gone crazy knowing that this was just a habit of Weken. She felt that it was the first time she had such a deep "generation gap" with her peers.

"Weken is the most annoying!!"

Drop a word.

"Wow!"

Lizlit burst into tears......

"Well, I see. Weken listened quietly......

And nodded.

"No, you don't understand, Daddy doesn't understand, I don't pay attention to you anymore!"

Weken spread his hands, then nodded again.

"What's wrong with Liz again?oh! It's 'tearful' you said, crying and running away for your failure, while saying an oath like 'I'll come back next time,'......" Freud smiled helplessly as he walked from the side.

"General. Weken looked over.

Freud's face was full of bitterness, the kind of bitterness that he couldn't help himself.

"If there is the right to choose, no one will let their daughter see their cruel side. Floyd sighed, "I don't know what else to do for Liz." I owe her so much. ”

"Yes, General. Weken nodded in reply as usual.

"Don't answer 'yes' at this time...... I should also take care of other people's feelings!" Freud smiled bitterly, "Forget it, you are such a person, a good listener will only listen quietly, occasionally nod his head to indicate that he is still listening, and never jump to conclusions about things other than himself. But...... If you may, may I ask, what do you think of me as a 'father'?"

After a moment of silence, Wei Ken replied earnestly: "Liz Litt is happier than Ann, and luckier than Ann. ”

"Don't you want to comment directly? "I'm not a good father, never have been." When Liz was a child, I longed for the battlefield and glory...... I sent her to the church because I had a daughter from the church, and that honor allowed me to hold my head high with pride when the other knights walked together. So she has not had playmates since she was a child...... No, there is one, but ...... Alas...... I don't know if that's a playmate, maybe that's my selfishness to suggest Liz to reach out, right?"

Freud's eyes flashed with nostalgia for the past: "I made her childhood lack fatherly love and friends...... It wasn't until she grew up and became a beautiful girl, and was nearly tarnished by the 'glory' I used to be so proud of, that I realized that the 'glory' I had been guarding was rubbish. ”

"General, I can't comment on these. "But I know that the 'glory' and 'honor' of this world are not worthy of praise. ”

"Okay, you can rest too, I heard Lear say that you bought armor. Wear it when you have time and get used to it. If you wait until you are familiar with armor combat on the battlefield, it will be too late. Freud smiled with satisfaction, as if in a good mood.

"Yes!"

Fight in armor, and there is no time to delay!

I don't train in equipment on weekdays, and when I get on the battlefield, the sense of disobedience and weight on my body is enough to kill people!

"Weken, not for you to wear it now!" Freud felt a headache.

Weken is a man who is good at everything, but he has a kind of fascination with the excitement of fighting.