In the early autumn morning, the ivy manor seems to be quiet and distant. The refreshing breeze wafts through the air with the aroma of various fruits, making everyone who wakes up early feel very comfortable.

Jogging around the manor, Moriati walked slowly and breathlessly down the green forest paths.

Moriarty wasn't very happy with his new body.

In the original world, although Moriarty's main identity was a civilian military engineer, he still had the basic qualities of a soldier. Long-distance running, pull-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, and even military combat, Moriarty is not one of the best, but it is definitely above average.

"Civilize the mind, barbarize the body." This is the life credo that Moriarty has always believed in.

And after coming to this new world and having a new body, Moriarty helplessly found that his noble young master was really a little weak.

Thinking about the overly strong maternal love in the past and some sequelae of being a mage's apprentice, Young Master Ensberg's thin and abnormal body shape caused it.

Let's start from scratch.

As a result, Moriarty began to go out for long runs before dawn every day, and this strange sight soon became a new topic of conversation among the servants of the manor.

The baron only briefly exchanged views with Moriarty and laughed.

And after a few months of basic workouts and targeted dietary supplements, Moriarty's originally thin and girl-like figure finally began to transform into a sturdy teenager.

The contours of the muscles that had gradually formed finally appeared on Moriarty's chest and abdomen, and the skin that had been pale as if it had been powdered with snow was more and more rosy. And Moriarty's original immature appearance also unconsciously matured and became handsome, so that many young maids began to secretly admire their young master.

After jogging, Moriarty evened out his breath and walked to a secluded glade at the back of the manor.

There, a middle-aged man in armor was already waiting.

"Good morning, Master Moriarty, let's get started." Seeing Moriarty's arrival, the middle-aged man bowed slightly, and the steel armor on his whole body immediately made a "clanging" metallic sound.

"Good morning, Hamilton Knight." Moriarty walked up to the middle-aged man and smiled and saluted.

The man in front of him was named Lewis. Hamilton, a vassal knight of the Ensberg family, is currently the captain of the guard of the ivy manor.

Sixty years ago, Moriarty's great-grandfather, Baron Ensberg Sr., canonized Lewis's grandfather as a knight and granted him two villages as fiefs. Since then, the Hamilton family has been loyal to Baron Ensberg for generations, and is now in its third generation.

"Let's get started, Lewis." After moving his body joints a little more, Moriarty pulled out a bladeless short sword that had been inserted in the grass next to him, and nodded to the middle-aged man.

"Okay." Lewis stepped forward and grabbed a short sword in front of him.

"Hah!"

Moriarty took a deep breath, tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the middle-aged man with a loud shout.

"Dang!"

Lewis was expressionless, and his horizontal sword was blocked, and Moriarty was immediately knocked away with his sword......

Just half a month ago, Moriarty made a request to the baron to systematically learn swordsmanship courses, citing the need to strengthen his body and improve his self-defense skills.

Although the baron was very strange that his only son, who had been tired of force since childhood, would suddenly ask for such a request, it was quite necessary to have a good body as a nobleman. Moreover, in the social etiquette of the nobility of the kingdom, swordsmanship and fighting are also quite important.

So, at the Baron's arrangement, Captain Lewis would give Moritati a lesson in swordsmanship every morning after his jogging. …,

Although it was too late for Moriarty to start practicing martial arts at his age and was destined to achieve much success, the rigid and serious Hamilton knight still "trained" Moriarty in strict accordance with the knight's training system.

"Hah!"

The attack of several consecutive swords was lightly blocked by the opponent, but Moriarty did not feel discouraged, but became more and more excited.

Compared to Lewis, a mid-level warrior, a seventh-level knight, and a sixth-level swordsman, Moriarty can be said to be an out-and-out rookie.

Every time he intersected with Hamilton's twin swords, Moriarty felt a tremendous force and a sense of intimidating oppression rush over him. Although Lewis had tried to contain as much power as possible when he struck, the terrifying combat power of the mid-tier warriors still made Moriarty suffer.

"Lower your waist!"

"Hind leg force!"

"Hold on to the hand with the sword!"

Regardless of the identity of the young man in front of him, Lewis would shout out if he noticed anything wrong with Moriyaty's movements or his sword in practice.

And every once in a while, Lewis would signal Moriarty to stop.

On the one hand, it was to allow Moriarty to relax his tense muscles a little, and on the other hand, Lewis wanted to simulate Moriarty's previous sword moves and give physical instructions.

Whenever he saw Lewis, dressed in nearly two hundred pounds of steel armor that did not affect his movements in the slightest, and never seemed to get tired, Moriarty would always be deeply impressed by the strength of the warrior's body. And Moriarty knew that the Hamilton knight he saw before him was nothing more than a tiger with deep fangs and claws.

And the battle aura of the legendary mid-level warrior, Moriarty has not had a chance to see it so far.

About an hour later, Moriarty's sword class came to an end.

The Hamilton knight, who had returned to silence, bowed to Moriarty's chest, and then picked up two daggers and walked away.

"What a powerful guy." Watching Lewis's metal back quickly disappear into the grove, Moriarty shook his head and smiled while massaging his somewhat swollen wrist.

After pondering for a moment, recalling what he had learned in his sword class, Moriarty strode out of the glade and back to the manor.

In the main building of the manor, the old butler Hugo has prepared hot water and ice packs.

Without stopping, Moriarty walked down the hall and into the white marble bathroom, took off his sweat-soaked coat and stepped into a large wooden bath filled with comfortable hot water, and then lay down on a special small slope hidden beneath the surface of the water, and let out a long breath.

At this moment, the two young maids, blushing, stepped forward and knelt down, carefully applying two ice packs to Moriarty's wrists resting on the edge of the bath, while gently massaging them.

"Hugo, do you have any arrangements for today?" Lying in the bath with his eyes closed, Moriarty took a gentle breath and asked.

"Yes, young master. ' The Bracada Caravan's return from the South, and the caravan master, Rupp, has asked to meet you. The old butler, who had been serving beside him, replied.

"Yes, you can. Let's arrange to meet in the Swan Hall in a moment for a breakfast meeting. Moriarty thought for a moment and said.

"Okay." Hugo nodded, and continued: "Tomorrow night, Viscount Salk will host his fiftieth birthday dinner at Windsor Castle of the Salk family. Since the Baron is out, you must be present on behalf of the Ensberg family. ”

"Noble banquet, hehe, okay." Moriarty opened his eyes and looked at the butler, then smiled helplessly: "The gifts and entourage are arranged by you." It looks like it's going to be a collective roll of eyes and ridicule again. ”…,

After his rebirth, Moriarty followed the baron to several aristocratic socials, but the aristocrats of Kent did not respond well to the "suicide attempt" heir to Ensberg. And "coward", "coward", and "little baby who doesn't grow up" have also become the "nicknames" given to Moriarty by other noble children of the same age in private.

"The laughter that comes from the vulgar will never blindfold the noble. Master. It could be seen that Moriarty did not like such aristocratic banquets, and old Hugo comforted.

"I understand, Hugo, that it is my duty and obligation. Besides, aristocratic banquets are a part of aristocratic life, and I won't run away from them. As if he had rested enough, Moriarty rose from the pool.

The two little maids on the side hurriedly brought white and fluffy woolen bath towels and carefully wiped the water stains on Moriati's body.

In the steaming mist, the maid's cheeks were almost as red as ripe persimmons.

Put on a comfortable silk undergarment and tie up a mage robe (as a mage apprentice, Moriarty is already qualified to wear a mage robe.) It's just that now he doesn't have a silver star marked with a mage rank on his mage robe, and he doesn't have any fixed spells attached to it), Moriarty leaves the bathroom and goes to the "Swan Hall" accompanied by the butler.

In the Swan Hall, a hearty breakfast has been prepared.

According to Master Ensberg's latest tastes, his breakfast usually consisted of bacon, sausages, ham, omelette, fruit salad, slices of bread, and oatmeal. Beverages are usually fresh milk or freshly squeezed fruit juices.

Sometimes, the Moriarty will also have a small aperitif before the meal, so the Rester that suits its taste is always available.

In a corner of the Swan Hall, the caravan leader Rupp was already waiting.

When he saw the butler and the young master Ensberg walk in, Rupp immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply to Moriarty: "Hello, Sir Ensberg, Rupp wants to pay tribute to you!" ”

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Rupp. I guess you haven't eaten breakfast yet, so don't be formal, let's talk while we eat. With that, Moriarty walked over to his throne and sat down.