The cold wind is bleak, the remnant sun is about to twilight, and on the sunset square, two young men are facing each other with swords.

One of them was wearing an khaki tights and a black fur hat.

The other, wearing a white Roman robe, has a string of black shoe prints on the back of the robe.

Among them, there seems to be the outline of a donkey's hooves.

These two people, naturally, were Tsepes and Mirsa, and as for Marzad and the redhead, they stood quietly and watched the battle.

With a round shield in his left hand and a short sword in front of him in his right hand, he can strike at any time.

Mirsa used his modified Roman broadsword, the abrupt cross blade, which looked particularly hideous.

The Roman broadsword, in terms of length, was a few centimeters shorter than the so-called 'short sword' of Cepes.

This one-handed sword must be combined with a Roman shield to exert its maximum power.

It's just that Mirsa doesn't mean to use a shield, and his state is very casual.

Tsepes was very unhappy with Mirsa's state.

This guy looks like a hanger, is he used to this, or does he look down on me.

No matter what, let's strike first, if the strength is not as good as others, it is deserved to be despised.

Clearing the clutter of thoughts, Tsepes went into battle and stabbed at Mirsa with his sword in hand.

In the face of the swift blade, Mirsa waved his arm very casually, and the heavy Roman broadsword struck the body of the Tsepes short sword.

Immediately, Tsepesh's right hand holding the sword felt a burst of soreness, and the short sword almost fell to the ground without taking off his hand.

If this is a life-and-death struggle, the Roman broadsword in Mirsa's hand can cut off Tsepes's right arm if he swings it again.

With just one move, Tepes recognized the gap with the other party, and Mirsa, this guy, has the capital to underestimate the enemy.

"You've lost."

Mirsa withdrew her Roman broadsword and plucked her nose with her left hand as she spat out the three words with some arrogance.

Tsepeš knew that his skills were inferior, and after months of hard practice, he was far from being able to compare with a fighting machine like Mirsa, who had been rigorously trained since childhood.

Originally, he didn't want to continue, but when he saw Mirsa, he dug his nostrils as if no one was around.

Such an act of no one in sight completely aroused the anger in Cepes's heart.

He clenched his short sword and rushed towards Mirsa with all his might, like an enraged bull.

Mirsa, on the other hand, still looks indifferent, swinging his sword lightly to block.

However, he could clearly feel that the force coming from the sword was constantly increasing.

The swordsmanship and breathing techniques that Tsepeshi had learned from Litam gradually merged with one after another with all his strength.

The breathing method is actually the method of exerting force, so Mirsa will feel the increase in Tsepesh's strength.

Marzad and the redhead, who were watching the game, also had surprise in their eyes at the moment, and the progress shown by Cepes surprised them.

Of course, if that's all there is to it, it's not enough to move them.

The indomitable fighting spirit in Tsepeš was the reason why they were surprised.

Dozens of swords were slashed frantically, and Cepes himself could feel that the shot became easier, but the power became greater.

Sure enough, the greater the pressure, the greater the potential that people can burst out, and Mirsa, this silly boy, should be my whetstone today.

Thinking so in his heart, Cepes sped up again, and the shield in his left hand was also used as an attack weapon by him.

Anyway, this battle, whether it is defended or not, if Mirsa does not want to, he is kicked to death by Marzad, it is impossible to hurt him.

The battle continued, and Tsepes's combat power continued to grow by leaps and bounds.

And Mirsa, still only defends and does not fight back.

It was okay at first, but with Cepes, the pressure brought to him became more and more, and an extreme sense of grievance came to his heart.

The Grand Duke is amazing! God's Providence is amazing! If I wanted to, I could kill you at first sight!

Endless attacks, you're not annoyed, I really want to beat you into a pig's head!

No, I can't take it anymore! If I beat him down, the teacher wouldn't beat me.

Mirsa complained infinitely in her heart, and at the same time pondered the scale of the counterattack.

And Cepesh, who had been observing him, knew that he must be suffocating when he saw this guy's eyes flickering.

In Mirsa, moments before they were ready to return fire, Cepes's attack came to an abrupt halt.

He threw away the short sword and the round shield, and said shamelessly:

"Mirsa, your combat power is very good, you have not been defeated by me for so long.

Although I only showed half of my combat power just now, of course you can do this, which is already very good.

In this way, even if we are tied, you should have no opinion. ”

The words completely blinded Mirsa, and even Marzad and the redhead were a little overwhelmed.

They were in the monastery, and every day they came into contact with honest and trustworthy parishioners, and I had never seen such a cheeky person as Cepes.

Oh my God! Are you sure you want to favor this kind of person? He seems to be the embodiment of a demon!

Marzad thought so, and on the side, Cepes, who had just put on his fur cloak, continued:

"Bearded and red-haired chick, go to Moussad, the waiter at the door of the office before.

Ask him to find two rooms for the two of you, and of course, you two will have no problem sleeping together.

Find a room and let him take you two to dinner. ”

To the two guys who were destined not to be their own people, Tsepeš spoke very politely, and could even be said to be offended.

But he didn't care, the expressions of the two people changed, and he walked up to Mirsa and continued:

"Mirsa had a good performance just now, and as a reward for a draw with me, I'm going to have dinner with him."

Before he could finish speaking, Tsepeš took Mirsa's arm and dragged him in the direction of the palace kitchen.

However, Mirsa had no intention of following, and he kept his center of gravity with all his might, and at the same time looked at his teacher with an inquiring look.

It wasn't until Marzad nodded slightly that he left with Cepes.

"You two! Don't forget to take my shield and dagger with you and give them to Mussad to put away! ”

A few seconds later, just as Marzad and the redhead were about to leave, Tsepeche's voice sounded again, much to their embarrassment.

They are warriors of faith, they are God's instruments of war, how did they get here, everything has become wrong.

When Tepes and Mirsa disappeared from sight, the redhead said:

"Are you sure we're going to stay here?"

The red-haired woman's voice was like two pieces of sandpaper polishing, extremely hoarse and harsh.

This was the result of being forced to eat red-hot charcoal when she was five years old.

To the question of the redhead, Marzad chose to remain silent, and he walked over to the short sword and shield that Cepes had discarded, and bent down to pick them up.

Action represents everything, the red-haired woman did not ask, followed Marzad, and went to Moussad to arrange food and lodging.