After completing the soul reincarnation ritual, Arnold, who occupied Locke Lambert**, thought that the power of his awakening of the first order was enough to easily crush the ant-like humans, and he had observed the maids, guards and knights under his command in the mansion, except for the "Three Horsemen of Morin", who had a little strength, the others were not worth mentioning to him at all-

The only person the arrogant boy had had on one person was the leader of the "Celestial Winds", the Silver Frost Knight Sask.

"Celestial Winds" is the name of a mercenary group, and Sask is their leader-

His sister had preceded him that the mercenary group came from distant Malvey, a country of merchants and mercenaries whose mercenaries had always been known for their strength and good reputation.

At the very least, they seem to be more reassuring to employers than most of their peers in the Elantra Kingdom.

At the suggestion of her sister Anna, the mercenary group that returned to Ensada has become part of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion -

They dutifully took turns on patrol 24 hours a day, and although Arnold thought that such a heightened vigilance was completely superfluous, her sister Anna insisted on making such arrangements.

In fact, the beginning of this arrangement was due to Anna's premonition of danger.

Arnold had scoffed at the witch's ability to spy on the future, but now, he finally believed it.

"I still don't know who you are, but that's the end of it—"

Arnold saw the young man in front of him take a big step forward, the sword in his hand sweeping towards his head like a match. Originally, there was still a little distance between the two, but this sword cooperated with the pace of advancement, and in an instant, his figure was completely shrouded in a bright sword curtain-

The two had already fought each other for just a few rounds, and despite the sadness and anger in his heart, he knew very well that his little work at hand was simply not enough for the other party.

Admit defeat? Surrender?

But this is not a knight's sword fight, but a real life-and-death fight.

The level of strength of the other party was about the same as his, but each sword was so subtle that he felt a deep sense of powerlessness—a frustrated thought flashed through his mind, and Arnold almost gave up and closed his eyes to die.

The chill from the blade had already pierced his forehead.

At this moment, he remembered his sister:

When he was young, the girl who liked to wear a floral skirt always ran with him in the field of the grass warbler, and the carefree steps stepped happily on the soft grass, and occasionally saw a bright and beautiful butterfly, which he called and ran over, while his sister Anna always stayed aside and giggled, and the butterfly flapped its fluorescent wings between the blue sky and the white clouds, and it struggled to get rid of the naughty child behind it, and luckily, finally landed on the windmill outside the mill by the field—

Arnold looked at the butterflies flying farther and farther away, and stood in front of the mill in a daze, the bright sunlight shining on his face through the windmill, and the warm feeling seemed to flow through his body as a pleasant heat, and his sister came to his side at some point, she made a grimace with her fingers pulling her eyelids, and said with a grin, "Arnold, it's not a man who is easily discouraged!" ”

"But, sister, I really can't catch that butterfly."

"That's you're so stupid, why don't you think of some more clever ways?" The girl stood in front of him with her little fist clenched, and spread out her hand, and in the palm of her hand was another equally beautiful butterfly, and the girl grinned lightly, "Well, Arnold, this butterfly will be given to you, but this is the last time." ”

The last time?

On more than one occasion, his sister had said similar or the same words of comfort to him, however, each time it was the last.

The sword wind blew the messy hair in his ears, and Arnold suddenly felt himself become in a trance - the images in his memory flashed through his mind like lightning and flint, and he subconsciously raised his long sword to block, but he already knew in his heart that his resistance did not make much sense.

Because, the enemy is too strong.

The sword fell.

The two swords intersected and burst into a dazzling spark, and the blade of the sword rubbed against the blade of the sword, making a terrible sound like the screaming of a wild beast - there was no pain in his body, and when Arnold opened his eyes again, he found that there was already an additional figure in the room.

Sask, the Silver Frost Knight.

The powerful mercenary knight stood five meters away from him, and between him and Sask, the young man with the long sword had already turned around, the two long swords were still entwined, but the movements of both sides had noticeably slowed down now—

This is the wrestling in the sword fight.

"Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Sask said lightly.

He was very impressed by the young man in front of him. The last time he was in Nogo's Hualu Village, he had a fight with this young man, and the other party's terrible swordsmanship made him unforgettable, and the failure in that encounter forced him to use up an anchor stone-

Items with spatial teleportation abilities were undoubtedly extremely valuable, and after that, he returned to Dill and was lucky enough to recover from his serious injuries with the help of Master Angus Rosenthal and at considerable cost -

He described the process of the fight to Lord Rosenthal in detail, and the high-ranking lich, who had always been unfazed, showed a rare solemn look, and he carefully observed Sask's injury, and after a long time, finally came to a conclusion:

"Your opponent is a man of extraordinary swordsmanship, and in the human realm on earth, such a figure is often referred to as a 'sword master'. So, it's not surprising that you've failed. ”

"But, Lord Rosenthal—"

"Oh, Sask, are you guilty about it? An unexpected defeat is not unbearable, and what I value to you is not your personal fighting ability, but the basic qualities of being a good general. Do you understand? Perhaps, I would be more appropriate to describe it as a potential that has not yet been fully realized. ”

The superior lich Angus Rosenthal stood in front of the window of the Ash Tower, looking out at the overcast sky of the outside world, and under the long, loose robe with a hem that was about to reach to the floor, he reached out and pulled out a hexahedron black crystal that glowed mysteriously.

"You've done a great job, Sask, and you're rewarded with these essences."

"Lord Rosenthal."

At that moment, Sask's heart seemed to be touched by something, and he quickly reacted, solemnly expressing his allegiance to the lich Rosenthal.

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