When Alan returned to the mansion, he took the mushrooms to the kitchen, where Gilbert happened to be there, looking like he had just returned from shopping and was sorting things out.

"Oh, Alan is back, just right, you can help me give this to the pavilion-sama."

As he spoke, Gilbert took out a bottle of wine from the bag and handed it over.

"I see."

Alan put the basket of mushrooms there and went out with the wine, the current baron should be in the office, and not long after he came out and turned left, he saw a half-hidden wooden door,

Knock, knock, knock.

"I'm Alan, my lord, Gilbert asked me to bring the wine."

"Oh, come in."

Alan got permission to open the door and walked in, and the baron was writing something on the parchment scroll with a quill, and although he didn't know what kind of work it was, he seemed to have an admirable enthusiasm for his work. If it's your own and you become a nobleman, I'm afraid the first thing that comes to mind is how to play.

Alan came to the baron's side and respectfully handed the wine over with both hands.

"Well, is it a five-year-old high-end item from Ruvania? Yes, as long as it is Francie's stuff, there are people everywhere who like it, but we are lower aristocrats, and if we are extravagant, we will definitely be punished. ”

The baron shook his head and put the wine on the back shelf, but did not drink it immediately, presumably as a gift.

"Then, my lord, I'll go down first."

"Wait, Alan."

"Is there anything else your lordship doing?" Alan looked up at the baron suspiciously.

"You can help me go to the study and get a book on war practice."

Alan was stunned, does this house have a study? But if you are an aristocrat, the study should be somewhere else, and then your heart is filled with great surprises, this is a good opportunity, if you want to understand the world, books are the best way, and you also like to read.

"Okay sir, where is the study?"

"Ah, don't you know? Forget it, I'll go get it myself, I need the key. ”

"Your Excellency!"

Just when Alan was disappointed, suddenly a rough voice came from behind, and he turned his head to see that a fierce uncle walked in, dressed in light blue clothes, and looked stylish.

Although he thought that Jack's muscles were already very powerful, he didn't think that this comparison with this uncle was simply a small thing. And this person has an iron wristband on his wrist, and he looks like a person who likes to exercise.

The expression on his face was terrible, and Alan didn't want to approach him, but his body alone blocked the door, so Alan could only wait silently by the side.

The baron raised his head, looked at the door, and asked:

"Oh, Ferreljord, how are the knights?"

"Haha, it's enough to use my command." Ferreljord smiled and patted his chest.

"Well, but you still don't take it too lightly, as a knight, you must exercise your body and mind at all times so that you can kick the enemy away."

"My lord, I see."

"So, what's the matter, Ferreljord?"

"How about I want to buy new armor and a sword for the knight?"

"Well, there's always a way to use a sword, but is armor necessary?" The baron looked at him quizzically.

"Of course, if everyone wears rusty armor, the reputation of the Baron's family will be ruined and they will become a laughing stock."

Ferreljodd looked at the baron, who was deep in thought, with a serious face, and continued:

"Although I don't mind being ridiculed by others, it will affect the morale of the knights........."

The Baron thought for a moment and looked up and said:

"Okay, I know, I'll figure it out, Alan, you can step down."

"Ah, yes, my lord, if you may, can you let me read some books?" Alan glanced at the baron, lowered his head, and asked cautiously.

Ferreljord looked at the weak young man on his right with interest and asked:

"Pavilion-sama, this young man?"

"Oh, the slave Gilbert bought from the tortoise."

"Hmph, is that the man? It must be useless, it must have been sold to us by that idiot at a high price, what a disgusting person! There was a look of disgust on Ferreljord's face, and it looked as if the wild tortoise was being hated everywhere.

"No, no, no, it's cheap, but it picks some fruit, and it's very popular with Nord." The baron shook his head and glanced at Alan with a smile.

"Oh, that Nord, the cat's fruit has really increased recently, so it's the guy's reason." Ferreljord nodded, looking at Alan without knowing what he was thinking.

"Well, but this guy is a servant, you don't have to care."

"How can the pavilion say that, just because this is the maid of the house, so strike while the iron is hot."

"Then let it be." With that, the baron left the room.

Alan looked at the two of them playing dumb riddles suspiciously, what is it? There was a sense of foreboding in my heart.......

"Boy!"

"Ah, yes......."

"Have fun, in general, I don't teach slave swords or anything!"

Ferreljord grabbed Allen's shoulder fiercely and leaned his big face over:

"Say! Happy? ”

"I'm very happy..... I will cry and be happy when Lord Ferreldrod teaches me personally......." After Allen finished speaking, Ferreljord finally opened his hand, and he rubbed his shoulder that was about to break, and scolded him three thousand times in his heart.

"Well, I'm a bit busy with my work, and I don't want to disturb Lord Ferreljord's time....." Alan said cautiously as he glanced at him with a relieved sigh of relief.

"Haha, Gilbert! Is Gilbert there? ”

Ignoring Alan's words, Ferreljord dragged him down the back hallway.

Uh, what to do?

What am I going to do?

"What's the matter, Lord Freljord?"

Gilbert heard the voice and rushed over to glance at Allen, who seemed to notice the troublesome state of affairs and frowned.

"Alan doesn't have a job right now, so Master Freljord can take it to exercise if he needs it."

"Oh my God, Lord Freljord, my body is not good!" Alan hastened to explain to Freljord.

"Humph! That's why you have to exercise! Let's go, Alan. ”

Lord Freljord looked excited and wanted to drag Alan out like a chicken, and Alan wanted to cry without tears.

"No, please let me go.... Mr. Gee, Mr. Gilbert, help me! Mr. Guan, I want to read! ”

At this time, the pavilion lord came back with a hardcover blue book, and Alan asked him for help with sharp eyes.

Both of them shrugged helplessly, with pitiful expressions on their faces.

Wait a minute!

Speaking of which, Gilbert said, "Don't teach me to hold a sword in the mansion!" ”

Is this it! Is this guy the culprit?

......................

Freljord dragged the weak Alan all the way to the backyard outside.

There were wooden men made of wood and straw, and several naked men were squatting nearby, all of them sweating sullenly.

"Bastards! Who let you rest! ”

Freljord yelled at the men as he lifted Alan, who couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir....."

The men quickly stood up and began to practice their qi with their swords.

Covered in perfect muscles, Alan is a little dizzying to watch.......

"Okay, then you can use this."

Freljord finally let go of Alan and handed him a meter-long stick.

Alan took the stick and rubbed his shoulder vigorously, it hurt so much that it looked like he would have to put on the saloon grass when he went back.

"Do I use this stick?" Alan looked at the iron swords used by the men, and always felt that he was being despised for it.

"Or else? First of all, you have to start with the basics and practice it a thousand times with a stick. ”

"What? Is it an extra single digit? A hundred times or something? Alan asked, dumbfounded, looking at him.

"I'm not mistaken! A thousand times a day, first of all, a year.

In this way, after a year, your arm strength will also be greatly improved, and you will be able to shake 2,000 times a day.

Then change to a thick wooden stick and continue a thousand times, also for a year.

Finally, you can change to an iron sword and learn swordsmanship! ”

Oh my God, how many years will this take, it's so time-consuming!

"That's... Can I refuse......."