When the instructors heard Luo Er say that his daughter was good, they all showed envious expressions and praised:

"Your daughter is amazing! If only my two unassuming sons were half as obedient as her! ”

"The First Academy of the Empire, or an honor student with a scholarship, is really envious, my daughter knows that she works against me every day, makes some indiscriminate boyfriends, and always thinks about my coffin book."

"Alas, my grandson just refuses to study hard, always wants to be a martial artist, I really don't know what to do......"

Rohr laughed when he heard this, and he couldn't imagine that his daughter would one day become 'someone else's child'

"But then again, Rohr, don't you really plan to find another mother for your daughter while she is still old and decrepit?"

"No, no, no!"

Luo Er waved his hand again and again, and said seriously:

"I didn't have that mind."

The instructor nodded, understanding him, but Tom next to him said with a wicked smile:

"You don't think about the little nuns in the church, do you?"

At that time, Rohr was often injured in sword practice, and ran to the church hospital when he had nothing to do, but he became acquainted with several nuns who served as nurses.

Among them, there are also many people with strong action, who took the initiative to come to the swordsman group to ask about Luoer.

It's a pity that his mind was full of sword practice, becoming stronger, getting ahead, pretending to be forced, and then smiling crookedly, and he had no interest in this aspect of things.

Rohr shook his head and scolded with a smile:

"Okay, I'm done with my business, can I tell you guys? Actually moved to the imperial capital, and it has developed very well over the years, right? ”

"By the way, what about the others? What about Romy, Dogg, and Harry? ”

As he spoke, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and the instructors' faces sank, or they were picking at the table, or shaking their heads and sighing, full of sadness.

The air was quiet for a long time before the instructor spoke:

"Others...... It's all gone......"

"Romy and Harry died on the battlefield, and Dogg went back to his hometown to get married......"

"Now the old people in the group, except for the three of us, there are only the head of the regiment and the Elbi brothers, a total of six people......"

He then spoke in a heavy tone about the experience of the Swordsmen over the years.

It turned out that Luo Er had participated in the assessment for a long time and had not returned, and the regiment had planned to come over to search and rescue, but it happened to encounter a large-scale monster attack.

Although the city where the Swordsmen are located, Gushan City is a nominal 'big city' and the capital of the province of Kodo, the entire province of Kodo is a poor and backward remote area, and it was originally used as a place of exile.

So of course, they did not get timely support from the government, and suffered heavy losses, and the swordsman regiment also suffered heavy losses in order to cover the retreat of the people, so naturally there was no way to search for Luoer.

The Swordsmen followed the retreating flow to other places, sank several times, worked as bounty hunters, worked as bodyguards, and tried to transform into a security company.

It wasn't until the head of the regiment successfully broke through and became a legendary-level powerhouse that the situation improved, and then he came to the imperial capital and worked hard to get to where he is now.

Now the swordsman regiment is taking the high-end route, with few personnel, and has various connections with the imperial capital's magnates, although the fame and influence are much stronger than back then, and the head of the regiment has a great reputation, with the titles of "Old Master" and "Elegant Sword".

However, without the bloody and courageous courage that dared to face the monster army, the painting style is more inclined to the academic school than the practical school.

Everybody's getting old......

Finally, the instructor said with a guilty face:

"It's because we're sorry for you, we gave up on you at the time, but there is really no way to do it, the situation is too critical......"

Rohr's mood was very complicated for a while.

I feel sad for my lost companions, but I also feel sorry for everyone's fate, and I feel a little bit of luck.

No one will pursue his failures and escapes, and he will certainly not be angry at the abandonment of others.

By chance, twenty years later, this matter had the best result.

Even if it's a false result......

So he patted the instructor on the back and said in a deep voice:

"Don't mention the past, at least everyone is still alive and well."

"Yes, yes, don't talk about these things, come on, have a drink!"

Jerry on the side hurriedly helped.

So everyone opened the wine sent by Luoer, drank a large glass of pain, and laughed inexplicably.

laughed and laughed, and everyone felt that their eyes were sour again, and they each rubbed them vigorously.

Maybe the wine is too good, too pungent.

Just then, there was another rush of footsteps outside.

The regimental commander Zakun returned.

His appearance looked similar to that of the year, and he even looked younger than the instructor, wearing a simple swordsman's suit, without the slightest hint of a royal swordsman's swordsmanship.

But his breath is still calm, and his eyes are still sharp, but the wind is too strong, and he looks a little wet.

"Good! Good! Another kid is back......"

The head of the regiment also gave Rohr a big hug, then patted him on the back vigorously, and continued:

"Come on, let me see if you've been wasted all these years."

As he spoke, the head of the regiment took a few steps back, distanced himself from Rohr, narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and posed in that classical starting style.

"Commander, what are you doing, Commander!"

Tom exclaimed.

"Yes! Rohr just came back, why ......"

Instead, the instructor stepped forward to stop the two and smiled at them with a reassuring smile.

And Luo Er was very nervous at this time, the head of the regiment was the first master of the swordsman regiment back then, and now he is a dignified eighth-order powerhouse, can he really satisfy the head of the regiment with this patchwork of fifth-order?

I had to try hard......

Luo Er sighed in his heart, did not take out his sword, but moved his steps slightly, his right hand was held at his waist, and he also posed in a classical starting style.

The regiment leader's eyes suddenly lit up, laughed a few times, and put away his posture.

"Excellent! You have not been wasted all these years, you still maintain your sharpness, and you have found the best angle at a glance. ”

It turned out that the few steps that Luo Er had moved before took advantage of the difference in the position of the right hands of the two sides, avoiding several dangerous angles, so that the commander's strength was not very smooth, and his own angle and position were more appropriate.

If both sides do make a move, without the use of special tricks, there is no doubt that he will have the upper hand.

The instructors on the side also applauded again and again, exclaiming:

"Yes, yes, you are indeed the most gifted student I have ever taught."

Luo Er breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the head of the regiment did not really make a move, and said modestly:

"Fortunately, the head of the regiment just tested me, otherwise I would definitely make a fool of myself."