Seeing William walking out of the room with a short sword, Norwen, who was sitting in the corner, looked at his figure thoughtfully, as if thinking about something.

At this time, it was already night, and it could be said that he could not see his fingers, but fortunately, after a while, William's eyes gradually became accustomed to the darkness, and he could see something in the darkness.

He found a rough stone at random, squatted on the ground, and directly polished the short sword on the stone, because of his inexperience, his movements looked very clumsy, and he even cut a cut on his hand.

In pain, he took a breath of cool air and quickly stuffed his bleeding fingers into his mouth.

This is not light, the young man is angry, William's temper is not good, he held back the fire in his stomach, looked at the sword in his hand is more and more unpleasant, and finally threw the sword on the ground angrily, sat on the stone that had just sharpened the short sword, panting.

"The sword is not sharpened like this, the weapon is the life of a knight, how can you do this to him." A deep voice floated out of the darkness.

William followed the voice. "It's you, Norwin," he said, with a broken look on his face.

"Weapons are the second life of a warrior, he is your only partner on the battlefield, you can't treat him like this" Norwin walked to William's side, squatted down, put his hand on his shoulder, looked at William's childish face, and said with a serious face.

William was stunned for a moment, looking at Norwen blankly, you can see that his clear blue eyes are full of determination, but there is a trace of frustration between his eyebrows, looking at Norwen's expression, William nodded unconsciously.

Seeing that William understood his words, Norwen nodded in satisfaction, and then pulled him up from the stone.

"The short sword is not long enough, which means that the power of the slash is not large, so his advantage is flexibility, as well as sharpness, so the short sword will kill with one hit, try not to use the slash, but to pierce, understand?" Norwen was holding a short sword, and William explained, and from time to time he made some piercing movements.

Norwen's movements are very agile, and his sword is extremely fast, and the sand is full of sand back and forth, and he looks like a battle-hardened warrior.

William nodded and said, "Understood." Receiving William's reply, Norwen showed a satisfied expression, but under the darkness, William was not noticed.

Then, he stopped what he was doing, crouched down beside the stone, and pressed the blade of his sword against the stone at a very small angle, rubbing it quickly.

The sound of "rustling ......and rustling" grinding is non-stop, and the cut is very rhythmic.

While grinding, he explained to William the essentials of sharpening weapons: "When polishing weapons, you should first polish the inner edge, the closer you are when polishing, the better, but don't lay it flat on the stone, don't leave the blade line too wide, it will be very easy to break, and you should keep it sharp while not damaging his strength." ”

When he said these essentials again, after about a dozen more polishes, Norwin raised his head and asked William, "Do you understand?" ”

"Understood." William nodded.

"Well, okay, you can try to polish it yourself." Norwen was noncommittal.

"Huh? Am I coming? William was a little stunned, he thought that Norwen would help him polish it.

Hearing this, Nuo Wen was a little dissatisfied, and his tone became stern: "Of course you came, can I be by your side all the time to help you maintain your weapons?" What's more, I'm not your servant! ”

Hearing that Nuowen's tone was a little dissatisfied, he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Nuowen, you know I didn't mean that, I ...... I'll grind now. ”

"Well, it's okay, I just want you to learn to be a knight...... Things that should be understood. Norwen felt that such strictness was not appropriate for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, and his tone became gentle, but when the word knight was mentioned, his tone was obviously darkened, and it seemed that this was a pain in his heart.

William noticed Nowen's mood swings, but what could he do? I had to take the short sword and operate it clumsily according to the method taught by Norwen.

It seems very clumsy at first, but Nowen's teaching still has a lot of effect, at least his skills are slowly improving.

After about an hour, William finally finished polishing the short sword, the polished short sword was extremely sharp, and it really became a murderous weapon, not to mention sharpening iron like clay, blowing hair and breaking hair, at least cutting the skin and piercing the bones is more than enough.

William stood up sweating profusely, and showed the polished dagger to Norwen as if he were offering a treasure, with a smug face.

Norwen took the short sword, pointed the tip of the sword to his eyes, looked at it carefully, put it down, and said, "It's not bad, this is a sword that can kill." ”

William smiled and asked tentatively, "Norwen, you used to be a trainee knight, the heir of the baron, you should be very powerful, right?" ”

Speaking of this, Nuowen's expression suddenly froze, and he said perfunctorily with a lack of interest: "It's okay!" "I didn't say much.

The two looked at each other, and Norwen could see the determination and anticipation in William's eyes.

Seeing that Norwen was such an attitude, William did not give up and said: Then, you can teach me the knowledge, qualities and ...... necessary to be a knight Strength? You know I'm only the second son, and I can't inherit my father's title, so all I've been learning about church stuff over the years......" he was a little nervous.

“……”

Norwen was silent for a while, and it could be seen that he was also very confused in his heart, after all, being a robber was not what he wanted, but life forced him to do this, so he couldn't even be called a knight, a nobleman, what qualifications did he have to teach others?

After thinking for a while, he looked at Nuo Wen, whose eyes were full of expectations in front of him, "A young man full of sharp energy, desperately trying to get ahead and go to his brother for revenge, what future is there for him to fall into the bandit group?" Forget it, let's just brush up on the knight's lessons. ”

Thinking of this, Norwen said to William: "Okay, William, from today onwards, I will be the knight mentor who leads you, and from tomorrow, I will teach you all the things you need to be a knight." ”

William was ecstatic, in this era, if you want to be a knight, you must at least have extraordinary strength and prestige, otherwise who would want you to be a knight? Raising you to eat for nothing?

And if you want to become a nobleman, you must be at least a knight first, of course, hereditary ones don't count.

In this era, as long as you become a nobleman, it is almost the same as becoming an immortal, even if you are defeated on the battlefield, it will not kill you, because not only is there a high ransom, but killing a nobleman is still a particularly dishonorable thing, which will find the disgust of other nobles.

This is an act of breaking the rules, after all, no one knows that they will be defeated on the battlefield that day, and who wants to be killed by someone else? Of course, except for being killed directly on the battlefield, otherwise most of the nobles are captured.

Moreover, in this era, a commoner who wants to own a territory should not even think about it, and it will attract the siege of all lords and nobles. If civilians could gain territory, it would shake their rule.

This was an iron law even in the late Middle Ages, let alone now, when mercenaries were rampant.

"Alright, let's go back." Norwen stopped William's hand from dancing, and the two of them made their way to the room.

It had been nearly two hours since the two of them left the house, but the oil lamps were still on in the house, and the sound of several robbers gambling was very annoying.

William couldn't stand it, but on the first day he came here, he was unfamiliar with life, and only one Govern was good with him, and he couldn't turn his face directly.

In the midst of this cacophony, William frowned and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.

But Norwen is not like William who can't stand the noise around him, as if he doesn't have any effect, I don't know if he is closing his eyes or already asleep.

William forced himself to sleep, and gradually, his consciousness blurred, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, William felt a heavy object fall on his body, which directly woke him up.

In his previous life, he had a lot of anger when he got up, and even smashed two alarm clocks.

What kind of thing is this that smashes itself on you in one fell swoop?

William didn't say a word, subconsciously, the fist of the fight was hammered up, and the knee was even pushed up.

The strength of the half-sized son should not be underestimated, and he made a furious hand, and the thing above the hit wailed.

Hearing the screams, William reacted that it turned out that he was a person.

This is a hornet's nest, and the newcomer is going to have a stage of being angry. Now it's good, and it directly provokes the dissatisfaction of the old people.

One by one, they pressed towards William.

William was terrified, if he was beaten, he would not feel good.

Just as William was about to take a beating, Norwin stood in front of him and protected him behind him.

William's heart was warm, and the mentor he had just recognized was so protective of himself.

"What do you want to do?" Norwen stood in front of William and questioned like a robber.

"Norwen, can't you see it, this kid beat our people, we have to teach him a lesson, and those who know each other will dodge, and don't let us clean up with you." One of the men spoke, and the other robbers echoed him.

"It's just that you Novin are a knight who keeps his mouth in his mouth all day long, and you look down on us, and you're just a bloodhound without teeth and claws."

"I've long seen that you're not pleasing to the eye, and you still think you're noble?"

"I am now his knight mentor, and I am obligated to keep him safe until I teach him to become a qualified knight!" Norwen said word by word.

"Oh, hahaha...... Did the brothers hear what he said? Grand Knight? Hahaha, are you a knight? You're just a down-and-out hyena now! A robber sarcastically said.

Norwen looked very self-contained, and he didn't lose his angry expression when he was sarcastically ridiculed like this.

Well, it would be wrong to say that he had self-cultivation, he just didn't miss the angry expression, but his punching fist slammed into the face of the sarcastic robber in the next moment.

The robber was beaten by the great force and retreated, and leaned against the only table in the room, and then he covered his cheeks and squatted on the ground in pain.