"When the event starts, it's time to start. www.biquge.info"Anson finally heard Esher say this, and he ran for his life as if he had been pardoned, just wanting to escape from this land of right and wrong as soon as possible. However, Eixiu's voice was still with him: "You run so fast, you don't have the strength to go less than three hundred meters, do you need to walk?" Jog with a consistent pace. ”

Long-winded! Anson almost didn't have a seizure, but he swallowed it back, for Eshu had run in front of him, his armor draped, and the heavy sword behind him. "Why did you run too?" Anson asked.

"As far as your physical strength is concerned, I won't follow you, but I'm afraid that at noon, you may not be able to figure out which city wall you will be paralyzed in." Esher said.

"Where are you from?" Essho hit the nail on the head every time he spoke, and he simply changed the subject and asked.

"I should be a ...... Imperials, right? Estheu had learned to disguise his status as a death row inmate, who might cause unnecessary trouble, but his tone was a little hesitant, after all, the Baranduc family had been removed from the empire for many years, and death row inmates did not enjoy imperial citizenship, so his status as an imperial citizen was strictly debatable. But Anson didn't care about this, his eyes lit up: "You are also from the Empire?" ”

"Also? Wasn't your father a merchant in Laria? ”

"My father was actually a devout follower of the Goddess of Creation. When I was very young, I was sent to Issos, where I was raised in the abbot of the monastery. "But I don't want to be a pastor!" I'm going to be one, one! Ahem, ahem! He coughed loudly, clutching his lower abdomen in pain.

"You're out of luck, my knight." Estheu teased.

At the end of the morning exercise, the sun was already high, and Anson fell limply in the shadow of the base of the wall, eager to turn himself into a puddle of mud. He only felt that his limbs were not his own, every muscle was spasming from the loss of strength, he had grown so big, and the hardest job he had ever done was to help the abbot carry his collection of books, how could it be like sweating all over his body now?

"You're so weak." Aexiu sat down against Anson, almost exhausting Anson's amount of exercise, only causing a fine layer of sweat to appear on his forehead.

Anson opened his mouth and said nothing, he didn't even have the strength to lift his tongue. And Ei Xiu's subsequent words made his face suddenly lose blood: "According to your physique, you still have to train for three months before you are qualified to learn the most basic martial arts." What do you think? Eshua squinted at Anson, "Go on?" ”

Do you want to continue? Anson was in a trance, in all fairness, he felt that such physical training was really boring and tiring, and he left Issos with a knight's dream to become Pander's most famous knight! He is ready for a colorful knighthood! Anson's wishful thinking even made him ignore his weak constitution, he thought he had the knight's banner ready at any time, but he didn't know that he couldn't do it with a long sword in thirty seconds! Passion-fueled dreams are the most impulsive and reckless, not only to make a helpless young man hastily and unhesitatingly plunged into the blood-and-fire theme of Pande, but also to make unrealistic conjectures seem palpable, even if they are worlds apart from reality.

Anson suddenly wanted to escape, simply to escape the painful and boring three months in Estheau's mouth, there must be other ways to become a knight! And Estheu seemed to see through Anson's naïve thoughts, and said casually: "I just promised to teach you martial arts, you can be a knight who can't hold a sword, and no one will force you." ”

A merciless run, a knight who can't hold a sword? You probably won't be able to survive for three days in Pande, right? There is a popular proverb in Pande: A butcher can't hold a knife, how is it different from a lamb? After all, Estheu's sentence "Killing is the only virtue of a knight" is not wrong, and the sword is forged for killing. The knights held the sword as if they had the authority to kill decisively, and to defend their faith in it, whether it was the Eight Virtues or something more substantial.

Gritting his lip and his eyes were like fire, Anson had all the characteristics of an adolescent boy: rebellious, conceited, and strong-blooded. Perhaps the monastery had suppressed his hormones to a great extent, but when he threw himself into the vast world of Pander in pursuit of his dreams, the rebellious side of his soul began to stir. Evade? This doesn't seem to be in the minds of the valiant Anson Knight - no! As of today, the word has been erased from his dictionary! "Go on!" He growled.

"Eat first, then talk about it in the afternoon. Your foundation is too weak, and I can't take you with me all the time. Eshua said, getting up and going into the city. There was a caravan at the city gate that was being checked, and just as Eishu wanted to make a detour, he heard someone shout loudly: "Engong, why are you here?" Eshyu turned his head to see Salamane waving vigorously at him. Anson had a chill, no matter what, anyone would feel embarrassed to see a middle-aged uncle so affectionately call a junior who was less than half his age. But Eshyu and Salamane did not have this kind of consciousness at all, Eshu accepted Salaman's title calmly, and at the same time asked in surprise: "Didn't you go to Salion, how did you get to Marion?" ”

"It's not that it's on the border," Salman turned and dismounted, "the Empire and Sarion are in a pot of porridge around Fort Kalindern. Even Laria is in combat readiness. Jeffrey feared that the truckload would be requisitioned as military supplies, and I feared that my team would be requisitioned, but I didn't have the confidence to cross the line of fire, so I simply went to Marions to avoid the limelight. ”

Esher nodded in understanding. Although the army generally does not embarrass caravanserais, if both sides are red-eyed, then anything can happen. Staying out of the edge is obviously a wise choice.

"Salaman, why haven't you done it yet? I'm starving! Jeffrey poked his head out of the carriage and shouted, and at a glance he saw Esher standing beside Salaman, and was a little surprised: "Oh, you're here." I thought you'd be in Silverlake! ”

Estheus didn't say anything, just stared at Geoffrey, and after a few days of not seeing him, the profiteer was much haggard, and although he tried to pretend to be happy, the sunken eye sockets, and the gloom that flashed in his eyes from time to time, unmistakably revealed that he was tormented by anxiety. Geoffrey gave Eshu a meaningful look and silently retracted his head. Salaman sighed: "Engong, you can also see it?" ”

Eshua said "um": "Is it because of the war?" ”

Salamane shook his head, he had been in Saarion for many years, and naturally knew that the Salion Merchants' Guild had taken over the logistics of the whole country during the war, and the huge profits made under such a monopoly power made the merchants of Saarion even more eager for war than professional soldiers. This is obviously not a reason for a cunning businessman like Jeffrey to be so anxious that he can't hide his expression.

"Have you eaten it?" Salaman changed the subject, "Would you like to eat together?" ”

"Yes." Essho readily agreed.

"Who is this?" Salaman then noticed Anson, who was standing on the side.

"I'm Anson, I'm going to ......" Anson straightened his chest, and was about to introduce himself when Essor picked up the words lightly.

"He's a pastor who doesn't want to be lonely. Salaman, do me a favor and temper this kid's bones. ”