Eisenberg's family is there, and it is estimated that after Eisenberg's words yesterday, his mother cleaned up the house very carefully, and now the windows are bright and clean, and the vase on the table is still inserted with flowers folded from the side of the street.

Duchamp handed the gift to Eisenberg's father, who did not look as decadent as Eisenberg had described, wearing an old shirt with the hem tucked into his trousers, a military belt, and a hint of a former soldier.

"Canyon ice wine, a good thing, is from Leman Autonomous Prefecture, it seems that I have never drunk it a few times in my life!" Mr. Tren, Eisenberg's father, said happily.

"Really, when you think of wine, you're so happy." Eisenberg's mother chattered, took the candy and opened it for the guests to enjoy.

Eisenberg also has a little brother Louis, about ** years old, the little guy saw the candy on the table that had been opened, came over and grabbed a handful and ran, hid up the stairs, and observed the guests from there condescendingly.

"I bought this wine on my way to the Epstein Foundation last summer, and if you like it, uncle, I can bring some back after a while." Duchamp said enthusiastically.

"Leman, that's far enough, it's a train ride all the way to the end of the Transcontinental Railway." Mr. Tren put away the wine and mingled with the guests.

"It's okay, it'll be there in two days. Professor Ashley, our head of department, received a formal invitation from the consortium this holiday season, and Eisenberg could come with us after a while if he wanted to go. ”

"To Leman?" Mr. Trent asked hesitantly.

"That's right." Duchamp nodded.

"So, how much will it cost?" Mr. Trent seemed to have made a lot of determination.

"We don't have to pay for the trip, and the other party will cover all the expenses for a formal invitation like this." Duchamp replied without blinking.

"And such a good thing!" The father turned back and asked his son for confirmation.

Eisenberg shrugged, he knew that the so-called all-inclusive travel expenses must be Duchamp's all-inclusive. However, Duchamp's family has a great business, and no matter what the eleven brothers do, they will eat Duchamp with peace of mind, even Dietrie is like this, of course he will have to eat big with the crowd.

He added: "Around the 10th of this month, we will go to the Chase Central Workshop to participate in an exchange event, and the cost is also all-inclusive. ”

Eisenberg's mother's eyes flashed, and she said sincerely: "It's really a good school at the Rulei University of Technology, and I want to thank my uncle." ”

Calles glanced left and right, and found that the Eisenberg family, which could be described as a family with four walls, could prove that the family was of noble origin, and all that was left was an ancient set of armor engraved with the coat of arms of the nobility hanging on the wall.

At school, because they lived in the same dormitory, he and Eisenberg had a good relationship, and although he indirectly had some understanding of Eisenberg's family background, he did not expect to be so embarrassed.

He turned to see Duchamp and Mark, unaffected by the circumstances, and Mark was talking about Eisenberg's various troubles in the dormitory, which attracted the attention of female parents the most, and Eisenberg's mother listened attentively.

Eisenberg opened the appetizer he had bought and beckoned his little brother to come down and add a meal. With the appetizers, Mr. Tren could not hold back any longer, and he said loudly, "The children's classmates should have a drink to celebrate today." With that, he opened a bottle of ice wine.

Eisenberg's mother was about to stop it, but Duchamp advised: "This wine is very low, and when I was in Leman, it was raining, and an old lady beckoned me to go to their house to take shelter from the rain, and I thanked her by giving her a bottle, which she immediately opened and drank up." You can also taste a little. ”

Hearing that the degree was low, Eisenberg's mother no longer stopped it.

After two glasses of wine, Mr. Tren's words gradually increased. He inquired about the origins of all the guests, and when he heard that Duchamp was from Pvennice, he said curiously: "It seems that there are a lot of mercenaries in that place." ”

Duchamp said proudly: "Of course, I grew up in a mercenary group, and I can kill wolves with my eyes closed in the wasteland. ”

"Shhh Eisenberg's mother gasped, and his little brother Louis leaned over curiously, looking at the man who could kill wolves with his eyes closed.

Mark sells the knowledge he sold from Goode: "In Pvennis, there are adventurers everywhere, the stalls on the street may be eighth-order powerhouses, and the ladies who sweep the floor on the roadside may be hidden masters. The fact that the Stellory family can serve as the guardian there shows how high its strength is. ”

"Yes!" Mr. Tren suddenly became interested: "Then you and I have two tricks?" ”

Duchamp laughed and swept his detection skill at Mr. Tren, seeing that the level displayed was only level 64, which is commonly known as a sixth-order martial artist. He stood up and said, "Of course, it's okay to accompany you through two moves, but don't leave anything to spare." In the army, you are considered a master when you reach the rank of martial arts, but in the hunting regiment in the Northlands, the 6th rank has just reached the level of an elite chasper. ”

"Yes!" Mr. Tren laughed. "The kid at home is still too tender, and he hasn't found a suitable opponent for the move, so let's make two moves today." As he spoke, he took the lead and walked out the door.

Eisenberg's mother watched her husband go crazy with displeasure and motioned for her son to come forward and stop him. Eisenberg leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, Styry can clean up the old man with one hand." ”

The mother glanced at her son suspiciously, in her eyes, her husband was an absolute master, although he had been decadent in recent years, his actual force value had not decreased much.

Louis, Eisenberg's younger brother, who was not a fuel-efficient lamp at first glance, heard that his father was going to compete with someone, so he happily grabbed a large handful of candy and ran out to see the excitement.

Coming to the door, Duchamp put on a defensive punch and signaled the opponent to attack first.

Mr. Tren was not polite, and immediately attacked the army first. He saw the opportunity, punched Duchamp's elbow, but it was like hitting cotton, knowing that he had met a skill-type player, he immediately changed the way of attack, leaving room for moves, focusing on buckling, sealing, and killing, aiming at Duchamp's vital point, and hitting the way of attacking and defending, the boxing method is sophisticated, concise and practical, and he is a person with rich experience in actual combat at a glance.

Duchamp retreated more than ten moves in a row, knowing that it would be disrespectful to his opponent to continue fighting like this, he shouted: "Messy flowers!" The two fists conjured up more than a dozen fist shadows and attacked Tren's body.

Mr. Tren heard Duchamp shouting, knowing that the other party must have used a special move, and when he saw the fist shadow covering his whole body, he did not panic, but raised his hand to block according to his intuition.

Hearing a loud bang from Peng, Tren successfully blocked Duchamp's two fists, but his strength was not Duchamp's opponent, his arms were shaken and hurt, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, thinking: "This kid has so much strength." ”

Duchamp saw that Mr. Tren was able to block this punch of his own, and knew that he had developed his intuition during his military career, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

Although Mr. Tren blocked Duchamp's moves, he had already suffered a loss, knowing that his strength was indeed not Duchamp's opponent. Warriors are competitive, and he was not to be outdone, shouting: "Earth-shaking strike!" "Mobilize the power of his whole body, lock on Duchamp's qi, and his body rises from the ground, which is already his strongest attack.

Louis had never seen his father's force, and when he saw him fly so bravely, with one fist unstoppable, he could not help shouting excitedly and cheering, but his mother was worried, and clutched the hem of her dress nervously, lest her husband would hurt him. Only Eisenberg shook his head, knowing that the old man was going to suffer.

In school, Eisenberg followed Duchamp to practice martial arts in the back mountain, but he had seen Duchamp and Fang Guo when they flew sand and stones. In private, Fang Ye once praised it, saying that Duchamp had almost no shortcomings in martial arts.

At the moment, Duchamp has not used these tricks, and he is obviously preparing to use his strength to shake his father.

Duchamp looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, and instead of dodging or opening his shield, he raised his fist and punched it at him. The two fists met in the air like Mars hitting the Earth, and then Duchamp took a step back and unloaded his fists. Tren's body lost its balance and flew upside down, falling to the ground.

Eisenberg was genuinely frightened and rushed over to help the old man up.

Tren stubbornly did not want his son's help, breathed himself, stood up and said, "Good boy! ”