Mark and Calles were dumbfounded. Mrs. Rikars went to check on her husband's condition and was relieved to see that everything was fine.

After everyone returned to the room and sat down again, Calles asked, "Styry, what rank are you now?" ”

In front of Eisenberg's father, Duchamp was not a good liar, and he smiled and said, "I am trying to find the realm of reason." ”

Calles didn't know why, Mark and Eisenberg didn't either, and only Mr. Tren gasped. The realm of exploring reason, that is a level that only a master of martial arts perfection can reach, even if he searches the entire emperor, there are few officers who have reached such a level.

He forced his excitement and said, "Eisenberg, this kid, I'll ask you to guide me when you have time." ”

Duchamp glared at Eisenberg: "The strength is only the fourth order, and he may not be able to get up at 6 o'clock every morning, the weapon is too light, the speed is too slow, and the endurance is not outstanding. In my opinion, his current saber is very unsuitable for his routine, and I suggest that he use a stick instead, and I dislike that the stick is not handsome. He didn't say a few words, but he told Eisenberg all over the small complaint.

Eisenberg complained bitterly, from May, he began to follow Duchamp and Fang and others to practice in the morning, under the guidance of the two masters, his strength improved quickly, but after all, it was only two months. Let Duchamp say this, wouldn't it become that he is lazy and unwilling to learn.

Tren turned his head and glared at Eisenberg fiercely, and said: "If you still want to surpass your Lao Tzu in strength, follow Styry and study hard, even if you enter the army in the future, my Tren's son will not be able to become a civilian official." ”

Eisenberg whispered to his father why he was reluctant to switch to sticks: "When the army recruited, there were only a few options for swords, axes and guns, and shooting, and sticks were not allowed, and axes and guns, Styry had already said that they were not suitable for me. ”

Duchamp listened to the explanation, suddenly realized, and couldn't help complaining in his heart:

"Practicing martial arts is just to be a soldier, this is really training to the evil road. You are iron-blooded, even if you go to the army, you have endless little shoes. If you can reach the realm of Cassius with a stick, let alone be a soldier, you can even be the commander of the king's **. ”

After hearing this reason, Mr. Tren even acquiesced, and instructed his son on some essentials of swordsmanship. Duchamp secretly sighed, this is really a father and a son.

Mark and Calles listened to this conversation, and their expressions were obviously stunned. Although they have won the precious place of the elite class, they may not value this opportunity much, and after following Duchamp crazy for so long, that little bit of unfirm confidence has long been corroded by the outside world of flowers.

Mark's head is better than Calles's, and from the conversation between Duchamp and Tren just now, he realized a truth: Stellary is a master that even the former lieutenant colonel admires! He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he was only interested in collecting Duchamp's spiritual wisdom, and secretly made up his mind that he would find an opportunity to learn some stunts from Styry in the future.

Tren unexpectedly found that there was a master next to his son, and he couldn't help but be a little more optimistic about his son's future.

With great interest, he asked Duchamp if there were really so many masters in Pvenness.

Duchamp thought about it carefully and replied affirmatively, there are definitely not many eighth-order and ninth-order, but there must be hundreds of those above the sixth-order.

This is the truth, in the Polaris Hunting Regiment, I heard that there are a full fifteen elite squads, that is, 45 sixth-order chasseurs.

In addition, most of the captains of the mercenary groups that Duchamp had seen with him were also at the level of the sixth and seventh orders.

In the entire Pvennes, it is said that there are 3,000 resident mercenaries, and the mixed mercenaries are usually from the 3rd order, and the 100 6th order are counted, which is really not much.

After hearing this, Tren couldn't help but gasp, adding another layer of awareness to the gap between the regular army and the hunters.

He hurriedly asked the hunter about his skills to improve his combat power.

Duchamp glanced at Eisenberg and said: "This is actually very simple, with a strength like Eisenberg, send him a weapon, and bring nothing else, and then throw him to the place where the fifth-order demonic beasts haunt the Great Gobi, and after a month, if he can still find his way back alive, it will be the fifth or sixth order." ”

The three friends gasped together.

Tren asked seriously, "So, what is the probability of surviving this?" ”

Duchamp said lightly: "If you have a lot of experience in adventure, the probability is still very high, and if you don't have experience in adventure, you will hardly survive." ”

Eisenberg glared angrily at Duchamp, who had pushed him to the brink, and his eyes were on fire. Mrs. Rikars was anxious to interrupt this dangerous conversation. Louis's eyes widened with curiosity, and he thought that this story was too exciting and interesting, and he interjected curiously: "Then big brother, when you were adventurous, did you encounter danger?" ”

Duchamp shook his head: "A real mercenary will always only challenge a little stronger than himself, and will not let himself fall into a situation out of control, not to mention that in my regiment, there is an extremely competent commander, that is, Good's brother, he is a bull with the traditional combat skills of the highlanders, so he has not encountered any major dangers, even if we encounter real dangers, we still have a variety of treatment methods." ”

Calles and others, only then did they understand why Duchamp valued Goode so much.

Eisenberg thought that if he continued to talk like this, his father would definitely send him to the mercenary group in the Northland to exercise, but he didn't expect the father to say seriously: "Then in your opinion, can I get a place in the mercenary group in the Northland?" ”

Duchamp's jaw fell to the ground with a bang. This is really Huang Zhong is not too old, he is more than forty or fifty people, why is his idea so naïve?

Mrs. Rikars was surprised and said, "Tren, what are you talking nonsense? ”

Duchamp couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Are you really not joking?" ”

Tren regained his decadent appearance and said slowly: "In the Crimson Capital, there is no longer any stage for me, but I am only 46 years old, listening to what you just introduced, my force is not too bad in the Northland, if I go to the Northland to take risks, I can still mix for a few years." The dream of fighting monsters and taking risks is not just the idea of young people. ”

Duchamp shouted in his heart: "How can there be an adventurer in the northland who only entered the industry in his forties. By this year, everyone has learned how to cherish life, stay away from adventures, and be plain is true. ”

But he couldn't say that, and he frowned, trying to find himself a place to go down.

Mrs. Rikars tried to stop her husband, but she felt something in her throat, and the words of dissuasion were suddenly out of her mouth.

Suddenly, Duchamp thought of a step and said with a smile:

"If you really want to develop in the desolate Northland, it would be great, the land there is barren and backward, and the lord is very much in favor of introducing the talent mechanism. However, you don't have to join the mercenary group to take risks, that's only the work of hairy boys. On Pvennis's side, education is extremely backward, and there are not many people in the whole city who can read all the words, and my partners from the original mercenary group have always wanted to invest in the construction of a civil and military school over there, so that the children of mercenaries can also go to school. Because of the lack of talents, only a guide training ground has been built so far. If you have been in the past, you can take the position of principal. ”

"Headmaster!" Mrs. Rikars smiled, and if her husband had held such a position in the past, she would have no opinion.

Tren was not interested in this kind of food, and said with low interest: "I don't have much experience in education, and I just talked about it casually. The future of the Rikars family depends on Eisenberg. ”

Persuasion fails! Duchamp knew that the reason he was looking for was too hasty, and many details were not thought through.

Looking at the middle-aged man who was decadent again, frustration arose spontaneously in Duchamp's heart, and he knew that it would be such a counterreaction, so it was better to echo it just now.

They sat down a little longer, Calles said goodbye on the grounds that it was too late, and Madame Ricars asked Eisenberg to give them a ride, and Duchamp could not even raise his spirits to say something.