"Colonel Lurich, I've heard of you. You're a good navy, nice sir, but it's a pity that my former commander is not like you. But for me now, it's better to have fewer base chiefs like you, hahaha. ”

Colonel Lurich, who had been covered in bruises, ordered the salvage of supplies from the three warships, and the parts of the warships that could be used were also dismantled and taken away.

"Captain! Where do we go next? ”

"Where to go? Ha ha. Go to an island that will make us stronger, that is our hope of dominating the Western Sea. ”

……

Lying resting peacefully on the bed, Carlando did not know that in the sea not far from O'Hara, a duel between a pirate captain and a naval colonel ended in the death of the navy.

He is receiving skill information transmitted by the system.

"It's not a loss, just one combat step can make me like a fish in water in actual combat."

After understanding the pace of the battle, Callando sincerely lamented the development of the world's military system. Whether it is the basic sword style or the pace of fighting, if you want to use it standardly, the average physical fitness of human beings in previous lives is completely substandard.

Not to mention that these combat skills also require a person to have strong control over their muscles, tendons, breathing, bones and joints, etc. And the will is the essence of control.

In previous lives, will was a relatively illusory concept, which could show whether a person's will was strong or not, depending on how he dealt with various unexpected situations.

In the face of temptation, will you analyze the good and the bad? In the face of benefits, will there be trade-offs between pros and cons? Will you face difficulties bravely? It is through these that we can see whether a person is strong-willed.

But the world is different. Every strong person in this world is a strong-willed person. Admirals and colonels have their own narrow justice, sea pirates have their own ambitions and dreams, and even the assassination tool CP9 has its own unique dark justice!

Some of these people are born with the ability to use the will (overlord color domineering); There is an acquired learning how to use the will (life return); There are also those who have honed how to use their will (momentum) through life and death battles again and again, and defeat opponents again and again.

Will is not an illusory concept in this world, but something that can be used in reality!

……

Two days later, at noon.

Carlando sat cross-legged on the bed, his marked katana lying horizontally above his legs.

"Little Carlando! Little Carlando! Are you at home? ”

A sudden voice interrupted Carlando's Knife Meditation, and he sighed at the familiar voice.

For these two days, he had limited mobility, so he only practiced knife meditation without moving. Even though there is nothing to gain, it is always good to meditate a lot and get into the groove as soon as possible.

Dragging his still aching body, Carlando opened the door, and unsurprisingly, it was Uncle Bruns outside the door.

Then he was hugged......

"Thank goodness little Carrando you're okay! I didn't find you in the shelter before, and my uncle was always worried that something had happened to you. Yesterday I was allowed to go home, but I was not allowed to go out because I had to go door to door searching for suspicious pirates. Uncle didn't sleep well all night because he was worried about it, for fear that you would be hurt by pirates. ”

Carlando, who was hugged by Uncle Bruns, was a little embarrassed all over, not only because of this sudden concern, but also because of the pain.

"It's okay Uncle Bruns, aren't I here fine? The shelter is so big, there are a lot of people in the town, and I'm not tall, so it's normal that I didn't find it. ”

Yes, Carando, who is already 1.65 meters, does belong to the shortest group in Book Town (except for children).

"Hahaha. It's okay, it's okay. Speaking of growing taller, I've brought your favorite green onion cake with you. You have to eat more and grow up healthy and strong! ”

When did I say I like to eat green onion cakes? I love meat! Spicy meat!

Calando glanced at the lunch box in Uncle Bruns's hand, and then at Uncle Bruns' joyful face, and he took it.

"Uncle Bruns, I've just eaten, I'll save the green onion cake for the evening, and I'll send you the lunch box when I'm done."

For some reason, Carlando felt that Uncle Bruns's gaze was very strange, he was very unaccustomed to it, and he didn't feel very comfortable.

"Haha. Then you have to eat all the leftovers. ”

Uncle Bruns touched his head and admonished.

"Okay, uncle."

……

Carlando put the lunch box on the table, looking a little helpless. Ever since I first went to the library and met Uncle Bruns, he came to see him almost every week.

Sometimes I bring food, sometimes I bring some children's toys, and most excessively, sometimes I bring him the poems I have written, and I ask him how he writes.

How about writing, don't you have a little currency yourself? You also asked me, a single sentence of your poem is okay, and the preface does not match the afterword, as if several people wrote it separately, and then put it together randomly. The evaluation is just two words, garbage!

"I can't go on like this, I have to find a way to imply that he doesn't like him always coming to the door, and everyone knows that the relationship is gradually fading."

What to do?

……

Evening.

Carlando walked into Bruns' house with a lunch box and a gift he had prepared.

"Hasn't little Carlando had dinner yet? Uncle's dinner is almost ready, let's stay and eat together. ”

After opening the door for Carlando, Bruns ran into the kitchen and continued to prepare dinner.

"No...... I...... Hey......"

Carlando put his things away, trying to decline Bruns' invitation to dinner, but he didn't know how to speak.

Forget it, just eat, Carlando resigned himself to sitting on the chair, waiting for a while, looking around a little bored.

"What's the deal with so many stickers?"

I don't know if I don't know it, but when I look at the door, the walls, the clock, the refrigerator and other items are all pasted with notes. After a moment's hesitation, Calando leaned in curiously.

"My job is to deliver letters to scholars in the Tree of All-Knowing Library."

"To the southeast of the port, the two-story red house, away from the turret, is the reception of letters."

"The first shift was to pick up the letters at seven o'clock, and at seven forty-five to the library, and at the hands of everyone, the offices of the individual scholars......

The second shift is at 2 p.m. ......"

"I bought a lot of stuff today. There was ......"

……

"Little Carlando is like my son, he should be this old by now."

"My son likes green onion cakes the most."

……

"I'm ...... Happy? ”

Carlando's whole person suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and his face was full of struggle.

With a sigh, Calandor glanced at Uncle Bruns in the kitchen and walked back to his chair and sat down.

I'll put up with you for another seven months.

……

Back at home, Calando was ready to continue his sword meditation practice, but no matter how much he tried, he didn't feel anything.

"It's so hard to meditate on this knife."

Calando frowned and thought about it, thinking that he must have overpracticed today. But it's too early, and exercising and everything else will have an impact on your injury.

Ay...... It's annoying!