Last night's defense of the Palace of Versailles was a head-scratching blow to the revolutionaries, and Huang Luofeng believed that the other side would not have any new offensive actions in the short term.

With the corpse of the Templar Inspector, he came up with the idea of using hounds to track the scent in order to search the Templar base, eventually tracking down a castle called St. Mor.

Interestingly, this is the same place that Captain Eborn found after he sent someone to track down the retreating revolutionary army.

This is a bit intriguing, could it be that the Knights Templar masterminded the French Revolution?

He had thought that the Knights Templar, though in league with the revolutionaries, should be secretly controlled rather than directly led, and that they had their own secret bases elsewhere in Paris.

However, it is useless to find it, the king's main reinforcements have not yet arrived in Paris, and the Swiss Guards are barely able to defend the Palace of Versailles, and it would be too reckless to attack the enemy's castle.

Therefore, for the king's side, the next thing to do is to send people to monitor the rebel forces while quietly waiting for the arrival of the French army.

"Comrade Mika, take me on a tour of your camp."

Huang Luofeng, who was idle and had nothing to do, asked Mika to act as a tour guide and went to visit the Swiss Guard barracks.

In the barracks, they happened to encounter a group of Swiss mercenaries gathered in a circle, as if they were doing something. When I got closer, it turned out to be a martial arts arena, and two Swiss mercenaries wore protective gear and beat you back and forth with wooden swords, and it was dark.

In addition to the onlookers shouting and cheering, there were also people who set up the gambling game, and Mika skillfully took out the coins and slapped them on the table.

Seeing this scene, Huang Luofeng's blood was surging, and he felt that his martial arts soul was about to burn, and a thought kept circling in his mind - I want to learn swordsmanship!

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, although the opening is a French scimitar used by nobles - maybe the game system judges that I have an aristocratic demeanor, but a decent gentleman like me should use a sword......" Huang Luofeng thought narcissistically in his heart.

But the question is who to learn?

Choose a swordsman from the Swiss Guard?

As a great prophet, how can you deign to learn swordsmanship from a mercenary?

What an image discrediting thing!

The Prophet is to be unfathomable, to remain mysterious and majestic, to be knowledgeable and omniscient, to know everything, and to say that it is a secret that cannot be divulged if he does not know.

Since you can't find them, you have to find other ways to learn swordsmanship.

Huang Luofeng soon had an eyebrow, and his adoptive father Bernard in this world might be able to help.

So Huang Luofeng immediately found Bernard and put forward the idea of wanting to learn swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, Bernard unexpectedly expressed his approval, and it was not ordinary joy, it was simply overjoyed, as if he saw that a gentleman was finally going to change his mind and start to be a serious person.

"You should have exercised a long time ago, you don't know what to do outside all day, you see how thin you have become, your arms are as thin as sugar cane...... My poor child. Bernard shook Huang Luofeng's arm and shook his head, "It just so happened that there was an old guard in the caravan before, who was a good sword hand, and he had a lot of practical combat experience, so he would definitely be an excellent swordsmanship instructor, but he has retired." ”

Bernard personally prepared the gift and took Huang Luofeng to visit the old guard named Wren.

The old guard had no wife or children, and lived alone in a villa in the southern part of Paris, older than Bernard.

The old man's snow-white hair was draped over his shoulders, and his beard had grown to his chest, but his waist was still strong, and the gaze in his eyes was also bright, obviously not an idle person, Huang Luofeng thought of Gandalf at the first glance when he saw him.

Wren is the person who has followed Bernard the longest, he has been born and died several times, and the relationship between the two can be said to be as deep as brothers, and the villa where the old guard lives is also a gift from Bernard.

Bernard put his arm around the old brother's shoulders and said, "Brother Rennes, my child will please you, it's okay to be strict, help me discipline me well, don't get used to him." ”

"Don't worry, since it is your trust, then I will definitely teach you swordsmanship and make this kid the best swordsman." Wren looked at Huang Luofeng and smiled, "Of course, the premise is that he can persevere." ”

"I won't let you down, Mr. Wren." Huang Luofeng expressed his determination.

So this Gandalf-like elder became his swordsmanship instructor, and Huang Luofeng was finally able to start learning swordsmanship as he wished.

"Luo Feng, you study hard, don't give up halfway like learning the piano!"

Before leaving, Bernard did not forget to advise, which made Huang Luofeng feel a little puzzled, how unreliable is his image in the heart of this adoptive father? Also, did this character learn piano before?

After Bernard left, the teaching of swordsmanship began in earnest.

"Swords, long swords, short swords; one-handed swords, two-handed swords; Thin swords, broadswords, etc., I think your body type is more suitable for learning one-handed long swords, short swords or thin swords. Wren stroked his beard and smiled, "But if you want to learn short swords, you can only find other teachers, because I'm not good at it, hehe." ”

"Teacher, I choose a one-handed long sword." Huang Luofeng replied.

"Yes."

Wren nodded, turned and went back into the house, and after a while, he walked out with a slightly old sword.

The body of the long sword was polished very brightly, without the slightest rust, scorching in the sun, Huang Luofeng also noticed that there were several gaps in the blade, obviously a sword that had experienced life and death struggle.

"I don't have a wooden sword here, so you can practice with the real sword today, and bring two wooden swords next time you come over."

The sword instructor Wren taught very carefully and meticulously, he first explained the structure, types and characteristics of the sword, as well as the functions of each part, and then taught Huang Luofeng how to practice the chopping and stabbing of the one-handed sword, from the posture of holding the sword to the trick of exerting strength, all the details were taught clearly and clearly.

To Huang Luofeng's great surprise, he originally thought that such a hermit master who had licked blood from the knife and had been on the battlefield for a long time would be the kind of weird-tempered old man who was extremely harsh and terrifying and would arrange some kind of devil training for him.

However, on the contrary, although Wren was very strict with him, he was very kind, not only in appearance but also in temperament, very similar to Gandalf, kind, wise, and sometimes telling jokes, perhaps it was the baptism of long years that gave the old man a temperament similar to detachment.

The first day of swordsmanship instruction did not have actual combat training, but only taught the theoretical knowledge and basic practice methods of one-handed longsword.

Seeing that Huang Luofeng was out of breath without swinging his sword a few times, looking like he was powerless to die or live, Mentor Ren shook his head and sighed.

"Children who are pampered and accustomed to an upper-class life are physically weak, and they are all the result of a lack of physical labor."

When he finished the class and was about to leave, Wren also set the basic exercises that he needed to complete on weekdays, whether it was facing the air or a wooden stake, at least 200 slashes with a sword every day.

This is undoubtedly a huge torture for Huang Luofeng, he is a little doubtful that he is asking for hardship, and he has no bottom in his heart about whether he can persevere.

Huang Luofeng is a college student who doesn't like sports in reality, and he doesn't go out in his free time, so he likes to stay at home and watch novels and anime, browse video websites, etc., and an afternoon of swordsmanship classes reminded him of the fear of being dominated by freshman military training.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and there was a dull pain in his shoulders, arms, and lower back.