In a courtyard in Celtic City.

Arthur took off his heavy knightly armor and practiced his swordsmanship in a light costume.

"Drink!"

It is said to be practicing swordsmanship, but in fact, it is just repeating the action of slashing against the void. The flickering sword of cold light continued to make a sound of breaking through the air under his mechanical movements.

Arthur, who was sweating like rain, looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight. The dazzling blonde hair seemed to compete with the scorching sun, and drops of sweat left traces on his fair skin, which glistened in the scorching sun.

Zheng Ming sat on the sidelines and stared blankly at the dazzling Arthur in front of him, wandering and pondering to himself.

Many days have passed since that day when he was called. After these few days of hard work, it has also gained a further understanding of the world and the people in front of it.

At this time, it was in a kingdom called the Duchy of Lane. The system of this world is very similar to the Western Middle Ages, with kings and nobles. The nobility had their own fiefdoms, and in the fiefs they were like small kings. Only with a few differences is that the knight here is no longer a title of nobility, but more of a spiritual thing. Whether it is a viscount, an earl, a duke, or even a king, he can be called a knight.

Zheng Ming also deliberately asked if there were any other intelligent creatures in this world, but the answer he got was a little ambiguous. In the end, Zheng Ming summed up his own conclusions. This world is dominated by humans, and among them are dragonborns with dragon blood in their bodies. Arthur is one of them. However, the number of dragonborns is scarce, and they do not seem to be fundamentally different from humans except for their thicker skin, so they are classified as humans. As for the other sapient races, they are legendary creatures with no evidence.

There are dragons in this world, but none of them are said to be intelligent. Legend has it that the summoned Dragon, who possesses wisdom, is a true dragon, and those who possess wisdom seem to have a disdain for those who do not. According to them, "These brainless beasts are not even dragonborns. ”

But having said that, there is no doubt about the power of those beasts. It took a long time and wisdom for the people to find a way to tame them, and they were adopted as mounts, calling themselves "dragon knights". However, this title is not recognized by those who are truly "dragon knights". So there is a distinction between "real and fake dragon knights".

Those "True Dragon Knights" are becoming more and more admired. Obviously, Arthur is this kind of "real dragon knight", if Zheng Ming is willing to let him ride!

As for Arthur, after seeing his outfit and appearance, Zheng Ming estimated that the other party's identity could not be simple. After asking and observing in the past few days, Zheng Ming found that what he thought was still too simple.

Arthur was a great nobleman who had just come of age to receive the title of hereditary duke. But it's a pity that due to the early death of his biological mother, his father didn't last long, and when he finally survived to adulthood, most of the fief had been divided between his stepmother and his half-brother. Only a small poor piece of land remained.

Obviously, that place that doesn't doesn't match his aristocratic status at all. After two trade-offs, Arthur decided to stay in this royal capital where he grew up, so this nominal nobleman became a joke in the royal capital's aristocratic circles.

A duke, a great nobleman! I actually want to be like a commoner, and I can kill a fief of my own in this troubled world by myself!

"Despite Lord Arthur's fame, none of the warriors wanted to take refuge in him."

Zheng Ming still remembers the expression on the adventurer's face when he said this. There is no sympathy, no trouble, no ridicule. Some only have respect, yearning and a hint of regret.

This also made Zheng Ming, who was originally impatient with the unfamiliar environment that followed, change slightly.

Oh, so why are so many people's stepmothers good? Why can their family and happiness go around refuting those who were bullied in their childhood and tell the truth? Why do I see the villains of those fairy tales?

Thinking of this, the hideous color in Zheng Ming's eyes flashed. Even if a long time has passed, even if the person concerned is no longer alive, or even if he is already in another world, what has happened has happened, and the thorn nailed down in his heart will never disappear.

Thinking of his childhood experience, Zheng Ming looked at Arthur with a resolute face and felt more and more empathy.

"Drink."

Thoughts wandered and a sudden burst of shouts struck, and a sudden wind howled in the courtyard, and Arthur's sword slashed down with a violent sound of breaking wind. Almost at the same time, the boulder in front of Arthur was split in half.

It was only at this time that his eyes were resolute, and only Arthur in front of him exhaled a long breath. He held the long sword that almost reached his chest, and looked at Zheng Ming while wiping the sweat from his face.

"You're actually interested in coming to see me practice swords?"

"Oh, I just want to see what makes Duke Arthur, who is respected by so many people, so different."

It is clear that Arthur does not have much self-consciousness, and can even be said to be very sluggish. Looking at the puzzled expression on his face like a question mark at this time, he didn't seem to know what the outside world was saying about him.

"Hey, don't you usually pay attention to other people's?"

"I have to practice horsemanship, swordsmanship, archery, and I have to learn those aristocratic etiquette, clan emblems, etc., and so on, and so on, and so on. There's no time to go out. ”

Arthur's nonchalant answer silenced Zheng Ming. He didn't know what to say to Arthur, who was working so hard. Persuade him not to be so tired? Tell him that the world is big and the outside is wonderful? What qualifications do you have to get by every day?

So it decided to change the subject and not continue in the topic that was so muzzling.

"I see you've been chopping the air just now. What's the use of that? The enemy is not air. ”

"Of course, I know that you need to be improvisable when fighting, and practicing sword swinging is just to build a solid foundation, get familiar with your body, and improve your posture when swinging the sword. It's a process of learning about the weapon, its surroundings, and itself. ”

"Cut. That's a nice thing to say. Those who don't know still think you're a Juggernaut. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's words, Arthur showed a strange expression. Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, Zheng Ming only felt uncomfortable, and said angrily: "What are you doing?" Something to say. ”

"Actually, I've already touched that threshold. Every day when you practice swinging your sword, that realm will become clearer and clearer. ”

"Oh?"

The Sword Saint, in Zheng Ming's impression, is an existence that has become transcendent with a sword, and it is linked to strength. Seeing that Arthur claimed to have touched the threshold of the Sword Master, Zheng Ming suddenly became interested.

So after a dark battle on the spaceship, Zheng Ming, who thought he had experienced a hundred battles, challenged Arthur.

"Don't lie to me. Let me see how many pounds and taels you have. ”

Like Zheng Ming, Arthur was also very curious about the strength of this humanoid Dragon that he had summoned. So he didn't refuse Zheng Ming's request, nodded and agreed.

"Good. However, in order to avoid casualties, let's switch to a wooden sword. ”

Zheng Ming, who originally turned his palm and pulled out the Blood Goose Knife, only then did he recover from his excitement after hearing Arthur's proposal. He put away the Blood Goose Knife and sneered, then proposed, "Okay. You must be tired, rest for a while, I won't take advantage of you. ”

The Dragonborn was far more resilient than a normal human, and Arthur was soon up and up after resting.

"Alright. Let's go. ”

Without too much nonsense, Zheng Ming stood up after him. In the courtyard, the two people each holding a wooden sword stood opposite each other, and their eyes gradually sharpened.