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In addition to the clear blue sky of a few lonely seabirds, below a clear horizon, and the rolling hills and lush woods in the distance, Lena Barros brushed back the messy hair that covered her face, and said calmly:

"Very good swordsmanship, no wonder it has piqued your interest."

"Tsk, that's not all, there are some interesting tricks, it seems that little Lina, your observation is not detailed enough."

As Marcuro stood nearby, he reached out and plucked a dead leaf from a green potted plant, bent his finger and bounced it off the balustrade of the balcony - the dead leaf circled in the air, falling slowly and slowly, and Marcuro fixed his gaze on the dead leaf until it landed on the lawn near the bottom of the balcony.

Miss Lena continued:

"The Kingdom Military Swordsmanship you have read in the past two days, do you want to get verification from that gentleman?"

Marcuro nodded, he watched the guards in the arena swing their special wooden swords one by one, and let out loud shouts from time to time in the collision of limbs, these guards used the widely circulated Elantra military swordsmanship - but judging from the battle just now, the man showed against the knights of the Wycliffe family, the military swordsmanship seemed to be only a little vague.

The man's swordsmanship was no longer confined to the moves themselves, and even mixed in with some other genres—Marcuro searched his mind for all the memories of swordsmanship over the years. He found that in just two rounds of fighting, there were at least four schools of swordsmanship involved in the man:

the military swordsmanship of the Elantra Kingdom;

Originating from the overseas islands, the skill of charging and drawing swords occasionally seen by elite mercenaries;

Similar to the Phantom Charge of the High Knight;

Also, the swapping hand of the weapon looks like those vagabond entertainers on the streets.

What the hell is this guy coming from?

Marcuro muttered to himself, he could swear he had never seen someone so strange in swordsmanship in the last twenty years or so - it looked like a hodgepodge, but put together it showed great strength. Even that kid from the Wycliffe family was suppressed to death. The highly respected high-ranking martial art "Thunder Lightning Fencing" among the nobles was actually reduced to a ridiculous showmanship in front of that guy.

It's getting more and more interesting.

Marcuro returned to his study, and at his beckoning, the valet who was resting downstairs stepped on the spiral wooden staircase, and hurried up.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

The maid asked.

"Find me a stabbing sword. By the way, that kind of thing may be piled up in the warehouse, if you really can't find it, ask Steward Ferron. ”

As a knight, Marculo Escud did not have the habit of using a bayonet sword, and from his first childhood encounter with swordsmanship, in addition to practicing wooden swords, the only weapons he commonly used were large swords and mounted spears. In his opinion, the slender, lightweight, and fragile weapon of the bayonet should be the exclusive property of women. Thinking of this, he glanced at the red-haired figure leaning against the balcony railing.

Cousin Lena seems to have practiced her stabbing skills for some time - but her talent for swordsmanship is probably more touching than that of little Kia.

But she possesses unparalleled fire psionic abilities and arcane savvy - tales of the "little devil" have become taboo and terrifying legends within the Escud and Barros families. After many years, little Lena came to Afron again, although she has become a slim girl, and her bad personality seems to have improved greatly from the performance of the recent period. But who knows the true nature in the bones?

Marcuro shook his head slightly, throwing away the colorful thoughts in his mind. He sat down at his desk, and continued to flip through the half-read book of "Swordsmanship of the Kingdom Army"—perhaps it was not appropriate to call it browsing—and as the reading progressed, he grabbed the quill pen that lay on the desk, dipped it in the black ink of the bottle, and began to scribble in circles in the pages.

"A qualified fighter should pursue an effective shot, not a useless fancy."

After turning the page, Marcuro suddenly saw this sentence, which appeared on the top of a new page. He looked at it and realized that he had finished reading the basic part of the previous part and came to the subsequent advanced content.

This sentence is written on the first line after the chapter title. Marcuro remembered the young man's move in the jousting arena, and after a moment of thought, he couldn't help but smile.

In the manor, the sun is shining, and the soft breeze carries the unique smell of the harbor city, blowing people lazily. Glo returned to his convalescence room. It was the second day back at Clover Manor, and thanks to the Bishop, he was able to recover quickly from his injuries. After about half an hour of staying in the room with the strong smell of medicine, Glo finally couldn't sit still-

There were no birds in the room, a bed, a wooden table, a large tin cabinet for the utensils of daily life, and a copper oil lamp hanging from the wall that had dried up, and all the furnishings of the room - Glo's days in the Empton mines, when he was alone, often found books from this world to read. Although there are only a few collections of third-rate bards in the bandits, the grammatical errors and crappy metaphors are always hilarious. But in any case, it's better than staring at the wall in a daze like this.

He decided to go out for a walk - he had been lying on the bed for two days, and he was in a state of high spirits. Napping seems to be unnecessary and impossible at the moment. He thought of the little black horse left in the "Mermaid Reef", and suddenly felt a little more worried in his heart.

Before leaving, he opened the [system] again to check the state of his character, and after confirming that it was okay, he walked out of the house.

But as soon as he stepped out of the building and saw the bush-covered path under the steps, he couldn't help but stop.

Miss Lena stood there alone, biting her lip and looking at him:

The young man had a scruffy beard, and was dressed in a neat white linen robe, and his tight belt reflected his figure very well—broad and strong shoulders, a narrow rocking body, a straight back, and a whole temperament, which looked like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

But on Lena Barros's pink lips, the tooth marks became darker.