The cruel and dark environment can indeed have a certain negative impact on people's temperament.

Less than a day after the 15th century, Liu Huaqiang became even more violent.

He held a sharp dagger in his hand and waved it emotionlessly.

The innocent and juicy roast leg of lamb was brutally executed by Cepes, less than five minutes old.

The onions and garlic that accompanied the leg of lamb were also caught by him, and not a single fish was missed.

After a beautiful meal, the convoy continued on the road, and after not traveling long, it stopped again.

They arrived at the estate of a viscount, where they had been stationed tonight.

This viscount, whose name is Muya, also belongs to the faction that leans towards the Ottomans, so he is quite thoughtful about Buraye's courtesy.

Of course, he was respectful to Cepes, but because of Braye's presence, he had to master the scale of what he did or what he spoke.

Tonight, Tepes, who had earned Braye's trust, no longer had to go to the servant's room.

A large house of imposing brick and timber, second only to the master bedroom, was assigned to him.

The treatment from the night before was simply different.

Led by Viscount Muya's old butler, Tsepes walked into his room and looked around.

In the room, there is a large wooden bed with a long printed cone that hangs from the ceiling, wrapping the wooden bed in the middle.

Not far from the bed, facing the window, there was a small round table and a chair, on which were placed a Bible and a brass candlestick.

On the candlestick, there is a white candle with traces of burning, and the wax water that flows down sticks to the top of the candlestick.

It can be seen that this room is usually inhabited, but because of the arrival of Cepes and his party, the original owner gave up the room.

On the linen-clad wall hangs an oil painting of a noble maiden.

It's a pity that the portraits of people in this era are all strained with a dead face, otherwise the appearance of a girl must be very lively and cute.

Finally, in the corner of the room, there is a dressing table, on which is a half-length vanity mirror inlaid in a copper frame.

As can be seen from the paintings and the dresser, this is the room of a noble lady.

However, whose room this is is not the point, the point is that Liu Huaqiang finally knows what he looks like now.

The smooth mirror surface reflects his current appearance.

A head of thick black hair over the ears, with some small natural curls at the ends.

A pair of pure brown eyes, giving people a melancholy feeling.

Slightly thinned cheeks, against the high bridge of the nose, look a little malnourished.

The two mustaches on his lips, Tsepes didn't know how to describe it, but he could only say that there was a maturity that did not match his age.

Liu Huaqiang is quite satisfied with this appearance, after all, he doesn't eat with his face.

Once familiar with the environment, Cepes picked up his dagger and went to the open space behind the manor to continue practicing.

It is said that it is a short sword, but it is actually compared to a two-handed long sword, and the length of the short sword in Tsepesh's hand is more than ninety centimeters.

Before practicing the sword, Tsepeš went to the vicinity of the stables to see if there were any symbols left by Davar.

Unfortunately, apart from dung, straw, and a dozen horses, and an old groom with a sludge-covered face, Cepes had nothing to gain.

If you think about it, it's really impossible to see Davar's mark here, the interval between them is too short.

No longer dwelling on these things, Tsepes found a place where the air was still fresh to practice his sword.

Some things find a feeling, you can't stop if you want to, and before you know it, the sunset is about to disappear into the horizon.

And at this moment, Litam, the chief of Braye's guard, walked over with his hands behind his back.

"You don't know how to use swordsmanship, so Braye asked me to guide you.

A real warrior, either practice two-handed short swords, or practice sword and shield coordination, which one do you want to practice?

In addition to that, I can also find you a two-handed sword, but for the record, I'm not very good at two-handed swords. ”

Litam spoke with such indifference that he could not hear any emotional fluctuations, as if he were a cold humanoid machine.

Cepes had long seen that he was a ruthless man, and it was definitely a rare opportunity to be guided by him.

He thought for a moment and came up with the answer, "I want to practice sword and shield coordination, and if you have offense, you can defend better." ”

"Okay, you wait."

Expressionless agreed, left expressionlessly, and finally came back expressionlessly.

When he returned, Litam had an extra round shield in his hand.

It is a typical Ottoman round shield, which is clearly different from either a Roman shield or a Nordic shield.

"Give me your sword." The voice without emotion sounded again.

The dagger was in Litam's hand, and he held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand to give a demonstration to Cepes.

"Remember my movements, I only teach them once, and I count as completing Buraye's orders."

As soon as the words fell, the sword and shield in Litam's hand danced, and in order to let Cepes see the movements clearly, he specially slowed down.

Tsepeish stared intently at Litam, at the sword and shield in Litam's hand, and at his chest.

The sword and shield are hit by the move skills, the slight rise and fall of the chest, the control of the breathing rate, and the power skills when shooting.

Tricks are just the appearance, through years of actual combat, the formation of breathing skills is the key.

In less than two minutes, Litam finished his work and threw the sword and shield in his hand back to Tsepes.

After that, Litam turned around and walked back to the main building of the manor.

If he had known that Cepes had deliberately learned his breathing rate, this guy would certainly not be as laid-back as he is now.

As a good student with super learning ability, Cepesz has all the details just now firmly imprinted in his mind.

It was only a matter of time before Litam had all his fighting skills and power-raising skills.

This can also be counted as, in a sense, stealing from teachers.

Learning all the skills of a good warrior will definitely allow Tsepes to greatly improve his survivability in the face of danger.

According to Litam's drill, Tsepeš fumbled for ten minutes before the viscount's old butler came over.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Duke, Your Excellency the Envoy and my employer, have asked me to invite you to dinner."

The old butler saluted politely but gracefully, and then made a gesture of invitation to Cepes.

Half a day of running and exercising, the leg of lamb eaten at noon has been almost digested.

Tsepes put away his sword and shield, smiled at the old butler, and walked back to the main building, where the old butler politely followed him.

"Lord Duke, the Viscount has prepared new clothes for you, please go back to the house and change them."

As soon as he entered the door, the old butler's voice sounded again.

Touching the sweat stains on his body, Cepes did not refute and hurried back to the room.

Pushing open the door, I saw a gorgeous set of aristocratic costumes, carried by two Greek maids.

When the Ottomans were hostages, Tsepes was only 13 years old, and now he is 16 years old, and the aristocratic clothes of those years have long been out of place.

For several years, Tsepes had no heart or money to make gorgeous aristocratic costumes, and dressed more casually.

So the clothes in his suitcase were either expensive or simply Turkish-style.

Seeing that Tsepes was about to inherit the title, he could not be allowed to be crowned in tattered clothes.

Therefore, Bulray had already arranged everything, and before he arrived in Wallachia, he wrote a letter to Viscount Muya, asking him to find a tailor and customize the gorgeous aristocratic clothes according to the figure of Tepes.

It's a pity that the real Tepeish can't wear these new clothes, but Liu Huaqiang doesn't mind making it stinky for him.

In order to better integrate into this era, Liu Huaqiang decided to forget the name Liu Huaqiang from now on.

He is Cepes.