At the end of the day, Marcuro returned from the Lord's Mansion to the Shamrock Manor in the west of the city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the last few days, he has been practicing "Military Swordsmanship", he looked at the part of the book about stabbing skills and how to use it, and practiced several basic movements repeatedly. Unlike the swordsmanship of the broadsword, the attack of the stabbing sword is mainly based on dashing and stabbing, and the flexibility of the footsteps is the key to the use of sword skills. With faster attack speed and higher attack frequency, he soon discovered that in small or narrow space battles, the bayonet sword had an advantage over the big sword.

In the past, the perception that the light and slender bayonet sword was only a woman's weapon was definitely a deviation.

Marcuro took the cloth towel from the handmaid and wiped the sweat from his face. After a short rest, he returned to his lodgings and prepared to enjoy a hot bath. In the bathroom of the dwelling is a large, oval-shaped wooden barrel with upturned edges, like a small boat, half the size of a small sampan that fishermen catch offshore fish. It was filled with steaming water, and a layer of fragrant petals floated on it. The maid reached out to test the temperature of the water, and after instructing the other servants to add a little more hot water, she took out a small and delicate crystal bottle with a metal pattern on it, and dripped a little essential oil into the water.

It is a commodity from the overseas islands. The quantity sold is small, the price is expensive, and the common people generally have no chance. However, it is said to relieve fatigue and boost the spirit, so it is popular among the local nobility of Afron. Although the Escud family, as the lords of Afron, have adhered to the tradition of diligence and simplicity for generations, Marculo Escud has always been a man who pays attention to the quality of life.

He stripped himself of his clothes and entered the barrel. The maid's soft hands were dipped in some water and rubbed his shoulders and back gently, he closed his eyes and let the maid do his job - the body was massaged with fingering skills, and a warm current poured out from within, filling his body. Macuro hummed, a ditty from an unknown bard wafting through the bathroom.

In the path outside the residence, the figure of the knight lady was in a hurry.

He thought that perhaps there should be a little movement that the commoners liked to see—the maid was grabbed by his arm, and half pushed and half leaned into his arms. As several pieces of clothing quickly peeled off, a snow-white figure suddenly appeared in the barrel.

There were also a few delicate chirps.

As a nobleman who is not yet married, it is normal to have a little story with a young and beautiful personal maid.

However, at this moment, the door of the residence rang. Someone came to visit.

Miss Alyssa stood in front of the steps of the two-story building, she was dressed in close-fitting leather armor, her tall figure that had been exercised for a long time was even more slender, she did not tie up a high single ponytail as usual, her supple and shiny blonde hair was scattered over her shoulders, she raised her arms and knocked rhythmically on the door.

"Young master, someone is coming."

The maid said in a splash of water. There was no one else in the entire house except for her and Maculo.

"Whoever it is, you'll have to wait. Now in such a fatal time, huhuhu-"

The burning desire raised his body temperature and blurred part of his sanity and calmness, and Macuro replied with some impatience. His movements maintain a steady frequency similar to that of a reciprocating mechanical structure, and it seems that it will not stop at all for a while.

The sound of percussions still rang out from time to time.

Miss Alyssa, who was outside the door, thought at first that the Baron had not returned, and she was about to turn away. But her superior hearing as an inaugurator helped her, and she heard people talking and talking, and the sound of cowhide boots on the muddy ground on a rainy day.

The daughter of the Cecilian family quickly understood what was going on in the dwelling—her face turned red all at once, piercing through her ears and neck, and she whispered, "Shameless! ”

"Someone is scolding me."

Marcoolo of the Awakening Realm had better hearing than Miss Elisa, and the words of disdain fell clearly in his ears as he smiled at the maid.

"Is it the young lady of House Cecilia?"

The maid guessed. is also a woman, after this period of contact, she vaguely felt that young lady's favor for the young master. However, she was not the slightest jealous, because she knew that with her status, it was impossible to claim the position she dreamed of.

"I think you should see her as soon as possible, maybe there's something urgent."

"W-okay!"

The mist lingered in the bathroom, and after a while, Marcuro, with the help of his personal maid, got dressed again and walked to the door of the dwelling.

Alyssa finally saw the baron, Marcoolo's ruddy face, after waiting patiently, and made him feel more warm than his usual cold appearance. His appearance was completely in line with the aesthetics generally admired by the nobles of this era, and Miss Alyssa's eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

Marcuro certainly knew what Miss Knight was thinking. In my heart, regardless of family background or beauty, this young lady is enough to match him. However, he wished to know more - in the past years, many nobles had also tried to marry the Escud family. However, Marcuro had no interest in the noble ladies who were purely vase-like, and gradually, no one was bored with herself.

His father never pressed too much on his emotional problems.

"Welcome, Miss Cecilia."

"Lord Baron, you can call me Alyssa."

Miss Knight was inexplicably a little upset, and she couldn't help but blurt out. On the mainland, nobles interacted with each other to call each other by their surnames to show respect, and it also meant maintaining a sense of distance, but in the face of the baron, Alyssa did not like the existence of this sense of distance.

"Alyssa, what's the matter?"

Marcuro relented very happily, and he led the knight to the study on the second floor, and after the two of them were seated, the valet brought two glasses of freshly squeezed light orange juice. The young lady, who was a little thirsty all the way, immediately picked up the cup and took a big sip.

She began to talk about the reason for the trip:

The issue of the selection of personnel for the mission of the Church of Radiance - Alyssa emphasized the importance of His Excellency the Swordsman in this mission, and stated the attitude of the Swordsman Master so far.

Macuro nodded.

The gold mine is now in operation in the crypt outside the city - the daring farmers were caught and sentenced to a year of forced service in the mines. From the lord's point of view, he didn't want any accidents in the gold mines.

Miss Alyssa also made a relevant analysis from the perspective of his interests, which further convinced him.