Thirty minutes ago.

Wren sat in his tent, unshirting to reveal his muscular upper body. Like every pure northern man, he was a burly man, with a thick body hair, and his angular muscles slowly rose and fell with his breathing, like the sea level blown by a gentle breeze, but under the gentle waves, the explosive power surged like an undercurrent. The Falcon Knight's Armor, inherited from his mentor Leaudrey, was placed upright on the metal stand in front of him, and it had been damaged in many places during the two generations of Falcon Knights, and the falcon crest on his chest had been deliberately polished, but the rest of the place was still shiny and polished. Wren looked at himself through the reflection of his armor, and he saw a young knight with an unkempt beard and a tired face, but a spark of determination danced in the depths of his eyes. Wren let out a soft breath, and the young knight in his armor was suddenly shrouded in a misty mist. He picked up a rag and wiped it vigorously.

The knight in the armor is sometimes clear, sometimes blurred. Two pairs of piercing eyes stared at each other through the steel and mist. Wren seemed to see his own lips in the armor slightly open, and the voice of a person echoed in his mind through the time and space of life and death.

"May the history of the Falcon Knights remember this moment." The old knight raised his sword and placed it solemnly on Wren's left shoulder, "You have passed the training of basic combat skills, and you have all the qualities of a knight, I accept you into the Falcon Knights in the name of Viscount Issar Jean Riaudrey, the first class knight of the Falcon Knights and the knightly mentor." May our comrades-in-arms watch you fight, triumphant; May their noble souls rest in peace. Now, take the oath, Wren! ”

"I swear." Wren raised his right hand, pressed down on the blade of his sword, and then knelt on one knee on the grass. He stared at the armor on Leodre's body, and in the reflection was a young knight with a solemn face, but there was joy and excitement in the depths of his pupils. Wren took a deep breath and slid the tip of his index finger across the blade, and a few drops of crimson blood slid down the sword: "I will be a member of the Knights of the Falcon, giving everything I have, including my life, for the North." Death. ”

"Till death." Riodere repeated. He put away his saber and a relieved smile appeared on his face: "Okay, the ceremony is complete." The legacy of the Falcon Knights is finally not severed in my hands. But now, Wren you still have one last lesson to complete, and it's a must for every Falcon Knight. ”

"What is it?" Wren asked.

"A lesson on human nature, Wren. People are beautiful and ugly, and so is human nature. But unlike appearance, human quality is not pure beauty or pure evil, it is a collection of contradictions, virtue and evil thoughts occupy each other. In the years to come, you will meet all kinds of people, and there may be one or two that you deserve to put your heart to, or even give your life for. Leodre patted the green grass beside him and motioned for Wren to sit beside him, "It's far away, probably using a method that is not very reliable, so as to form a basic understanding of others." Leodre looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky, "I say 'not very reliable' because it is not so much a course as a subject of consistent research by the Knights of the Falconry. A few years ago, the Count of Ivan Les and I came up with a pattern. However, we are warriors, not scholars, so what we can do in this area is quite limited – that is, it can be applied to a limited audience. He smiled at Wren, "If I stay in Livingston and go to Poynbrough to study after I retire, maybe I can mix in the academic ring." Now that I'm handing it over to you, you can try to expand on what we're building on. The core content of this law is very simple, eight words. ”

"A knight's sword, it doesn't lie!"

"A knight's sword, it doesn't lie." Wren repeated in a low voice, he threw down the rag, stood up, put on his shirt, stretched his limbs vigorously, and the joints that moved "crackled", as if a spring thunder was surging deep in his body, bringing indescribable pleasure. After making preparations, Wren put the knight's armor on his body, and the cold metal hugged him warmly and affectionately, he took a deep breath and walked out of the tent.

Kia is in the clearing, teaching Anson the most basic swordsmanship. He discussed Anson's training with Estheu, and finally came to the conclusion that Kea was the best instructor for Anson. Essho may have been a formidable warrior, but the way the Noiser trained him was obviously impossible to apply to others - not all of them could survive in the harsh conditions of hell and push their limits day after day, and not all of them had a demigod to watch over them around the clock. But Kia is different, he has received formal and rigorous training from the Lion Knights, and the famous lioness Kaye is his knightly mentor, as well as a wealth of theoretical knowledge. By every measure, Kea is the obvious choice to train Anson.

"Now that you've mastered the basics of holding a sword, the next thing to consider is how to match your pace and make an attack. This is the foundation of the foundation, and only with this mastery can we begin the next step of learning. Kea held Anson's wrist with one hand and corrected his posture slightly, "Time is limited, we could fight at any time." Before that, learn as much as you can. ”

"You're teaching him one-handed swordsmanship? It was not practical on the battlefield at all, and without the protection of shields and armor, a stray arrow could take his life. You teach him this kind of trick that is limited to the nobles, but it is better to demonstrate the skills of battlefield combat directly. Wren walked over and swiped Anson's sword lightly. The latter exerted all his strength to regain control of the sword, but Wren just spread his palm, held the sword and twisted it, and Anson felt the hilt of the sword struggle to bite him in the palm of his hand. He let go with a cry of pain, and the long sword fell to the ground. Anson gasped and looked at his palm, which was now worn off a large piece of skin, blood faintly oozing from the lines of the muscles, and a hot pain flowed around the wound. "He didn't even have calluses."

"You were born with calluses on your palms?" Kia replied coldly, "Your Excellency, what are you doing? ”

"As the lieutenant of this unit, I think it should be part of my responsibility to train new recruits, but your training methods are too gentle." Wren said calmly, "If the army of Misty Mountain arrives in the city tomorrow, will he use this so-called pace to dance ballroom dancing with those barbarians?" ”

"What's your proposal?"

"The two of us practice, fight on the battlefield."

"It's too dangerous, I refuse." Kea vetoed without hesitation, "I don't have professional armor. ”

"It doesn't matter, I can open the arsenal of Boimbre for you, and you can choose as many weapons and armor as you like. If you also need a notary who can stop you at a critical moment, I can do that too. Someone stepped in abruptly. Both turned their heads at the same time, looking for the source of the sound. Sir Ranmarok stood at the doorway of the camp with his hands folded, his iron tire hunched behind him almost as tall as him, and a playful smile on his lips. "I'm also curious about what kind of troops will have the ability to cross the Vaal Snowfield. You let go of the fight. With me, you'll suffer at most a few flesh wounds. He took off his iron-tired bow and wound his arrow, "The sword may not have long eyes, but I do." His expression turned indifferent, "It's time to start, it's an order." ”

Wren shrugged: "Obey the military order." ”

Kia hesitated for a moment: "I'll take Anson to bandage it first." He picked up Anson and walked out of the clearing, while lowering his voice: "Go and tell Salamane about the situation here, and tell him that when Eshu returns, let him show up as soon as possible!" ”

"Got it!" Anson nodded nervously.

"Don't forget to come back when you're done. They may have ulterior motives, but this is a rare opportunity. Battlefield Fighting, an advanced combat course that is only offered within the Knights. Kia admonished again, patting Anson on the shoulder, "Go ahead! ”

"Didn't you finish whispering!" Ranmarok shouted impatiently, "Okay, follow me to pick out armor!" ”

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