The Upper Byrne Knight stood firm, holding his sword in both hands, holding it flat against the opponent, and then stabbed the tip of the sword along the longitudinal axis of the blade of the sword in a thrust, and if he wanted to stab further, he let the heel in front of him take a step. As with the slash, the sword starts to move first, keeping the sword in front and keeping up with the body and footsteps, which makes it easier to aim while making it difficult for the opponent to react during the slash. After a few rounds of stabbing, the knight of the lower Byrne finally showed his flaw, and the hand holding the sword was exposed to the range of the opponent's blow, only to see the knight of the upper Byrne step to the side and raise the blade between his unprotected hands to dredge, which was enough to deal damage to him who could no longer hold the weapon to settle the battle, and raised the sword cleanly, slashing from a high position to the opponent's head.

In the end, the duel that decided the toll on the wooden bridge over the Danube ended with the victory of the Count of Upper Byrne, and the war ended with a fight between the two knights, the losing knight was slashed on the head with a sword, and the helmet he wore prevented his death, but he was to be forced to pay fifty silver coins as his ransom, and this ransom was to be borne by the Count of Lower Byrne, who was very annoyed by the fat Lower Byrne, but had to bear the loss of defeat.

Although this duel seemed unremarkable to Sir Wendell and others, it was an eye-opener for Arrod, and the use of the swords by the knights, especially the Germanic knights, was full of the perfect combination of medieval swordsmanship, roughness and subtlety.

"Yve, can you teach me swordsmanship?" After several days of marching, Arold finally walked into Yves' tent in the evening and said to him.

"What?" Yve, who was wiping his sword, glanced at Arrod and asked incredulously.

"Teach me how to use a sword, and I'll learn by heart." Arold said sincerely, although he hated Yve, but among the people he knew so far, he was the only one who could teach himself how to wield a sword.

"Hmph, I wanted to teach you, but you tied me up with crooked things, and I won't try again." Yves ignored Arrod and continued to attend to his own business.

"I'm sorry, if you feel angry, you can tie me up, you can punish me however you want, just teach me swordsmanship." Arrod knew that he had knowledge far beyond his time, but Germanic swordsmanship was deeply fascinated, and the boy had no experience of wielding knives and guns, and now he had the opportunity to play with real guys.

However, Arold soon regretted a little, the damned Yves actually tied himself to a big tree, and then kept pouring him with cold water, the cold water choked Arold almost suffocated, neither in the past nor now he has never suffered this kind of suffering, but in order to learn swordsmanship, he had to grit his teeth and insist, and hoped that his father Sir Wendell would save him, but he thought wrong, Sir Wendell walked around and watched the lively peasants and soldiers and asked the reason, and then walked away with a smile, He also said that the young man should go through more tribulations.

"Uh-huh, If, you bastard." After laughing rudely, Yves threw down the empty barrel and returned to his tent to ignore Arrod, which made Arold feel deceived, and he cursed angrily, and after a long time, Chodo cut the rope and lowered him, and sent him to Arrod's own small tent, where he lay on the woollen felt and fell asleep with a cold shiver.

The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, Yves uncovered the wool felt that Arold was wrapped in, and dragged him out of the warm wool felt, the morning dew was still sticking to the leaves, and Arold shivered and didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Take this." Yves handed Arold a heavy wooden sword, Arold held the wooden sword, which was heavier than the real sword, and he didn't know what Yves wanted to do, he raised his head and looked at Yves suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to learn how to wield a sword? It is better to use this kind of wooden sword, so that it will be good for you to make the sword later. Eve's waist was impatiently inserted, and he said to Arrod with his chest and belly.

"So you said yes." Arold almost jumped up with excitement, he was finally going to become a swordsman, and he even fantasized about whether he would be like in some fantasy novels, with a swing of the sword or sword energy, but before he could finish his sexual immorality, he was interrupted by Eve's loud shouting.

"Listen carefully, you rookie, if you want to become a swordsman, you must know how to use your steps, if your steps are not steady like a giant with mud legs, you will fail."

"Well, yes, it's just that the next plate is stable." Arold hurriedly collected his mind and listened carefully to Ive's teachings.

The pace of medieval walking swordsmanship was basically a T-step, when one foot stepped forward, the other foot had to rotate outward to maintain 45 degrees, and when trying to move forward, a new T-step would be formed, according to technical terminology and alternating steps, the slightly bent legs lowered the swordsman's center of gravity, and the center of gravity fell between the legs, so that the swordsman would be much easier when attacking.

When Arold devoted himself to learning swordsmanship from Yve, he had long forgotten about one of his inventions that was ahead of his time, and this little invention would cause him great trouble. Hough. Abbot Hannes and his party left Sir Wendell's estate, and he did not immediately return to his monastery, but dozens of miles away from Sir Wendell's estate, there was an estate that belonged to the abbey, that is, to Hove. Owned by Abbot Hannes, it was a mine, which produced iron minerals, and a group of workers worked day and night for him, and the iron ore mined was sold to the princes of Italy, France, England, etc., which was also a large profit from the purchase and sale of the monastery.

"Your Excellency, the mining of ore is going well, but we are not manpowered, if you allow it, I hope to bring some serfs to help us mine ore." A balding middle-aged man stood at Hove with a humble expression. In front of Hannes, who was the authorized miner who managed the mine, he passed by many weary miners, who peeked at the bald man with angry eyes from time to time.

"No, the current amount is enough, we only re-exploited this mine for the purpose of building the house that was unfortunately burned down the year before the monastery, our ancestors left us this mine only for use in times of emergency, Mr. Jeff, thank you for your continued service to the monastery, I will pay you enough after the mining is over." Hough. Hannes had long learned from his cronies about the deeds of this despicable mining contractor, who had stolen the monastery's property and abused and oppressed the miners, and who had to endure it only because he needed his sales pipeline to sell the ore, but now his patience had reached its extreme.

"What? Yes, is it? Jeff had a disappointed look on his face, but immediately put on a professional smile again, "It's okay, it's my honor to be able to work for His Excellency the noble abbot, if you need anything in the future, just ask." ”

"Yes, that's good." Hough. Hannes nodded, thinking that the contractor was quite sensible, and he turned around and took his retinue of knights, and walked into a small church on the mine, a small church made of solid stone, which could be said to be the main activity of the Abbey of St. Fonso for a long time, and now a sacred place that every abbot must visit once.

"Master, this abbot is really hateful, just let me kill him." Behind Jeff, a one-eyed man said with a hideous face, he was wearing a gray cloak, a scar on his left eye, a simple leather armor, and a dagger hanging from the belt around his waist, anyone who saw him could understand that this was an outlaw.

"Well, but he's always accompanied by a knight, and even you can't hurt him." Jeff had no smile on his face at this time, this mine in the Monastery of St. Fonso was really a treasure mountain, and the huge profits it brought to him were hundreds of times that of the past, and now it was like cutting meat to let himself be handed over, but he knew that it was impossible for Lu Dao to fight against Hove with his prestige and power. Hannes, if it is known that he killed the abbot, not to mention that the Roman court will not let him go, even those princes and nobles will crush themselves, even if they are lucky enough to escape, no one dares to shelter and take him in, although money is important, but there is only one life.

"Ha Luha, they all say that businessmen dare to grab Satan's money for the sake of profit, why are you so cowardly." Just then, a voice came from behind the two of them, and Jeff turned his head nervously, while his bodyguard, the one-eyed man, immediately put his hand on his waist, as if ready to draw the dagger.

"It's you, Lord Robert, you're joking." Jeff saw a monk standing behind him with a reddish birthmark on his face, and he immediately recognized it as Brother Robert who had introduced himself as a contractor for the mine, and he immediately put a smile on his face, but sweat unconsciously slipped from the top of his head.

"Why, have you forgotten who really made you the contractor of this mine?" Brother Robert did not bring his knights, he knew that although Woodlaw was the best knight in the family, he was indeed a man of good character, and his plan had to be accomplished by a dirtier fellow.

"Of course I remember, how can I forget your kindness, ha, haha." Jeff wiped the top of his head with his hand, and he smiled and said to Brother Robert that he couldn't afford to mess with Hough. Hannes, too, could not afford to mess with Brother Robert.

"Now that our esteemed abbot wants to take back your authority, what are you going to do?" Robert ignores Jeff's courtesy, he just needs a pair of hands to complete his plan.

"You, what do you mean?" Jeff had heard of Robert and Hough earlier. Hannes was at odds, but as a cautious businessman he only secretly looked at Robert, and Brother Robert today seemed to be a little different from what he used to be.

"There's only one way, as this friend of yours said, kill him."