With Wolfgar and Cherie leaving, Aramil began teaching the Charles swordsmanship until late at night.

Over the next two days, news spread among the many sailors of the Dragon's Roar Fleet that the genius swordsman had taught the Saints on board.

On the sixth day, the fleet finally arrived at Cal, the capital of Lunaris Island.

The Lunaris Islands comprise about four or five main islands as well as hundreds of smaller islands, most of which are covered in cold, misty forests with wide, winding coastlines.

This overseas island is dominated by two human groups, the Hokuriku and the Furiers. The Fur people are relatively conservative and more stable, while the Hokuriku people have a tradition of maritime trade and adventurous travel, making them ambitious.

Before the turbulent era, the Lunaris Islands entered a period of chaos earlier than the mainland, and the churches of Baal, the god of killing, Mara, the god of hunting, and Talos, the god of storms, took advantage of the intensifying fighting between the Hokuriku and the Fu, and invaded the islands, planning to clear the church of the Mother Earth goddess Rouge and then occupy the island of Lunaris.

But a 'High Queen' has emerged among the Fowl to thwart the unholy alliance and make the scattered Lunaris Islands a unified nation. Kalidil was the capital of this dynasty.

After the fleet anchored in Karl's harbor, Charles did not leave immediately, but remained on board to learn the sword skills of the silver dragon from Alamir.

On the first day of arriving in Karl, Captain Delori was busy directing the fleet to unload cargo and carry the islands' produce, second mate Wolfgar and third mate Cherie were busy, but Alamier, who was in charge of security after docking, was idle.

So, at noon that day, Charles followed Alamour's ass and toured the port city of Karl.

Unlike other coastal port cities, Karl's buildings are located along the line of sprawling mountain ranges, and the docklands are low-lying and flat. But leaving the pier and boarding the city's largest trade market is like looking around the shore halfway up the mountain, with the blue sea and the rows of ships on the pier all in view, which has a magnificent beauty.

At the top of the mountain, a magnificent castle looms. It was the Queen's palace, surrounded by towering towers that housed wizards and warlocks who obeyed the Queen.

"It's Lord Alamil!"

"That genius swordsman is back......"

"Oh my God!"

Along the way, Charles found that the rate of pedestrians turning back was almost 100 percent. But the focus of these people was not on him, but on the silver-haired swordsman walking in front of him.

Lunaris Island is also a place of birth, and although there are not many players who choose to be born here, Karl is the center of a large region after all, and players account for about 20% of the crowd, which means that 2 out of every 10 people are players, which is an incredible ratio in a large city like Waterdeep.

"Where are we going?" Charles found out that Alamil had been walking down Main Street since he disembarked. It didn't stop. He looked at the castle at the top of the peak, and then quickened his pace and followed the silver-haired swordsman and asked.

"The royal palace."

Alamil replied lightly: "I have a friend who serves as a knight commander in the royal palace, and he is also very accomplished in martial arts...... Moreover, he also has a disciple of the Holy Presence, and he will learn the scimitar school martial arts with him, and I want to take you over to try the sword. ”

"Trying the sword?" Charles was stunned.

The silver-haired swordsman did not recognize him as a disciple, and the sword test was generally said to be a competition, and the opponent was still a player. Charles was even more curious.

Soon after, the two stood in front of the magnificent castle building. A knight with a big waist and a round waist walked over with a smile: "Alamil, your Ipugil family's fleet has finally arrived, and the queen has been talking about what she desperately needs these days. ”

"Your Excellency Witt." Alamil nodded, glanced at Charles and took the initiative to introduce, "This is an apprentice who learned swordsmanship with me. ”

"Oh?" The knight commander, whom Aramil called Witt, looked at Charles in surprise, dressed in white priest's robes. He shook his thick eyebrows and said, "A priest is so interested in martial arts? ”

"Isn't it time for a priest to think about how to please the gods to the greatest extent possible and then gain more divine power?"

Wert's doubts weren't wrong.

The vast majority of priests are not as bizarre as Charles and spend extra energy on any martial arts. Compared with the divine power, the flow of martial arts is equivalent to the skill of the lower ninth class in the eyes of some aboriginal priests.

Priests will more or less train some fighting skills. But with the exception of those violent melee priests, no one would put the cart before the horse.

"You came to me just to let my disciple practice with him?" Without waiting for Charles to answer, Witt shook his head to himself and stared at Alamil with wide eyes.

This is the natural contempt of those in high positions. In Witt's eyes, Charles was not only a player, but his own level simply couldn't get his attention.

"Yes." There was a calm smile on the corner of Alamir's mouth, "Didn't you brag to me before, that disciple's amazing talent in the scimitar school?" I think my apprentice should be able to defeat your disciple. ”

"Huh?" Witt shook his head in disbelief, looked at the speechless Charles, and then looked at the silver-haired swordsman who had not changed for ten thousand years with a cool expression on his face, and laughed for a while: "The apprentice defeats the disciple? Alamil, I admit that your swordsmanship has been repeatedly defeated by your sword, but the battle between the inheritors ......"

This knight commander, like Alamil, is not the kind of guy who talks about it and is completely action-oriented.

Ten minutes later, he led Charles and Alamil to the back hill of the castle, far from the castle's high walls, and more than ten meters back were the mist-rolling rocky cliffs. From here, you can see the cold forest inside Alaron Island.

Once there, Charles was caught by the sound of a knife swing.

A row of dozens of dummies were scattered around, and among the dummies, a young human player with a naked upper body and only loose cloth pants on the lower body, holding a heavy black scimitar in both hands, kept slashing at the armored iron man, accompanied by a series of dazzling movements under his feet.

"Hey, Leng Yue, pause training first."

The knight commander Weit stopped the player, beckoned to the player, pointed at the charr and grinned, "I have found you an opponent, you can learn from each other." ”

"Opponents?" The young man, whose eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as a sheathed sword, glanced at Charles and shook his head categorically, "I'm not interested." ”

"Uh......" Witt was a little embarrassed and a little annoyed, glared at the young player and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm your mentor, if you don't obey obediently, you won't come tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, a hint of helplessness flashed in the player's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Charles and said, "Is one game okay?" ”

"Of course. That's not what I'm hoping for. ”

Charles summons the 'Tempest's Cry', distances himself from the male player with the ID 'Cold Moon', and voluntarily throws a request at him.

"Ding, you have initiated an application, do you want to disclose the information to it?"

"Public."

Charles also has access to the character profile of Cold Moon.

ID: Cold Moon.

Class: Sailor Lv10 (Max) / Warrior Lv12.

Just looking at the career bar, Charles's eyes widened slightly. The opponent is actually just a lv12 warrior, and there is no advanced class, what the hell is this?

Witt and Alamil had retreated out of the dummy, and Charles could only hold back his doubts, holding the 'Stormer's Prayer' to concentrate on the battle in front of him.

He decided to strike first and seize the initiative. (To be continued.) )