That night, Moriarty and two followers were placed in a separate two-story villa on the Ivy Manor. It was originally a guest room for the Ensberg family to entertain other visiting nobles, but it is now given to Moriarty, a "family of its own".

For some reason, not long after Moriarty and the others were introduced to the villa, Baroness Ensberg actually came to greet the three of them about their accommodation and food. And for the special care of this "stepmother", Moriarty also smiled and accepted it safely. Next, the guests and hosts laughed and talked, and then said goodbye politely.

"The nobles are hypocrites. Obviously hostile to each other in their hearts, but on the surface they are affectionate as if they are real friends. It's really unappetizing. As soon as the baroness walked out of the villa, White, who had been standing by and watching coldly, couldn't help but say.

"Huh. Falsehood is the robe of the nobility, and disguise is the top hat of the nobility. Not caring that he and the Baroness were being despised by White, Moriarty closed the door of the villa gently, then turned around and smiled: "You should know, the rules of the game in the Kingdom of Erathia are like this. ”

"Hmph." Although he still felt quite disdainful, White did not intend to discuss the unspoken rules of the nobility with the mage again, and immediately snorted coldly and fell silent.

On the other side, Guderian sat in a corner of the hall the whole time, repeatedly wiping his war hammer with a fluffy tablecloth that he had brought with him. Neither the Baroness's arrival nor her eventual departure could entice the dwarves to lift even half an eyelid.

After a while, Hugo, the butler, brought dinner to Moriarty with several servants, and Hamilton, a middle-ranked knight he had not seen for a long time, came to the villa.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hamilton." For this loyal and dutiful captain of the guard, Moriarty has always had great affection and respect.

"Hello, Sir."

The mid-rank knight just nodded lightly and gave a salute. However, Moriarty, who was already familiar with Hamilton's personality, didn't care about it at all. After all, being able to come to visit him at this moment fully represents the attitude and heart of the knight.

Moriarty then introduced Hamilton to two of his followers.

As for White, the mid-level knight naturally knew about it, and he was generally aware of his following of Moriarty to Bracada. The two nodded to each other and said hello briefly. But what really moved Hamilton was the silverbearded dwarf on the side. Similarly, looking up at the mid-rank knight who was almost twice as tall as himself, Guderian also revealed a strictness and formality that he had never seen before.

"Hello, I'm a seventh-level knight, Hamilton."

"Hello, I'm the seventh-level Earth Moradin, Guderian."

After staring at each other for a moment, the two bowed to each other almost at the same time.

This is the ancient tradition of the world of pure warriors. When two powerful warriors meet for the first time, they salute each other as a sign of respect for each other, whether they are friends or foes. It's just that such warrior etiquette has become more and more rare on the mainland as time goes by.

After meeting the two followers and having a brief conversation with Moriarty, Hamilton took his leave. After all, as the captain of the manor guard, it is indeed inconvenient to stay at Moriarty's place for too long. However, before leaving, Moriarty said that he hoped that during his stay in Ivy Manor, he could continue to receive martial arts instruction from mid-level knights as he had done in the past. Hamilton thought about it for a while and agreed.

"Hamilton is your sword teacher? Aren't you a mage professional? ”

Guderian muttered to Moriarty as he drank the lettuce and clam soup on the table, and the white soup almost squirted into the mage's bowl with the dwarf's spittle. …,

"A swordsman, don't you think it's good?" Moriarty smiled and shifted his dishes to the side, avoiding the "fire" of the other man, and asked rhetorically.

"Not good." The silverbearded dwarf put down the soup plate, and seemed to be not very interested in the delicate thick soup, even if the soup tasted really delicious, but Guderian still missed the refreshing taste of light ale, and then shook his head very shamelessly: "A mage is a mage, a warrior is a warrior, and mixing together will only make people dizzy." ”

"But as far as I know, the seventh-level Earth Moradin should also have the ability to cast spells, right?" Having dismissed all his servants from the villa, Moriarty got up and handed a large plate of boiled chicken to the dwarf, and then gave Whitecloth a fragrant piece of roast beef.

"That was the gift and reward of the great Moradin. But, by any means, I'm just a warrior, not a mage with a war hammer. Guderian seemed very proud of his status as a warrior, stressed.

"Maybe you have a point. But it never hurts to learn more. Isn't it? Without further argument with Guderian, Moriarty just smiled again, then took a glass of sparkling light sparkling wine and took a sip.

"Have you consulted with the Baron?" After a while, White suddenly looked up and asked.

"Almost. I think in a few days there will be a party at the manor, to which most of the Kent nobles will be invited. At the meeting, the father will announce the replacement of the family heir. Then, I will say goodbye to Ensberg. Moriarty nodded frankly, and recounted his thoughts.

"Oh, I hope we can finish this qiē quickly, and we can return to Bracada as soon as possible. The air here makes me feel uncomfortable. White seems to be very unaccustomed to staying in a luxurious aristocratic manor, even if the facilities and services here are better and better than the Olympus Gardens in Aquamarine.

"Okay, it'll be soon. I promise. Moriarty glanced at White, then withdrew his gaze.

After a night's rest, Moriarty left the villa alone the next morning. After a jogging for almost half an hour, we came to the grove. There, Hamilton is already waiting.

"Come on. Let me see if you're regressing. Seeing Moriarty appear, the middle-level knight didn't say much, and directly threw a bladeless short sword in his hand to the other party, while he held another identical short sword in one hand and strode towards Moriati.

"Hah!" As soon as he grasped the hilt of the flying sword, Moriarty immediately took a leap of his hand and sprinted towards Hamilton with his sword. And when he came to the front of the middle-level knight, the short sword in his hand suddenly slashed upward, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the opponent's chest and abdomen, which can be described as urgent and ruthless.

In the face of Moriarty's rapid attack, Hamilton's eyes lit up slightly, and then he just swept with a sword, and then broke the "enemy's" fierce sword momentum at once. Then, in an instant, he slashed forward, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Moriarty's face like a flying guillotine.

Seeing this, Moriarty didn't dare to block at all, and directly used the momentum of the opponent's previous sword to retreat sharply. The plan is to quickly break away from Hamilton's attack circle, and then use his light maneuver to regroup and launch a second attack.

It's a pity that the mid-level knight seems to have already anticipated the opponent's response. In an instant, the flat sword in his hand straightened, cutting out a simple but sharp right angle, and finally rested firmly on the side of Moriarty's neck.

"Hehe, Hamilton, you're still that good. I thought that after practicing swordsmanship for a few years, I would be able to block a few more rounds. But I don't want to go but I can't go with a sword. Moriarty stopped, looked sideways at the cold blade that was only two or three centimeters away from his throat, and smiled. …,

To be honest, in the hands of such a powerful warrior as a mid-level knight, the lethality of the short sword is equally terrifying whether it is opened or not.

"No, you've improved a lot." Hamilton looked at Moriarty's eyes, slowly withdrew his short sword, and said in a deep voice: "With your combat power just now, you have completely stood on the threshold of a third-level warrior. I really didn't expect that in just five years, in addition to being promoted to a second-level mage, he would also grow from a first-level warrior to a third-level warrior. Sir, you have surprised me greatly. ”

"I also found a good sword instructor in Bracada." Moriarty smiled slightly: "It's just that if you want to go further in the future, it's not easy." ”

"Level 4 warriors are not out of reach. As long as you can maintain your current fighting spirit and condition, it will take up to three years. It's just that if you want to surpass the fourth-level achievement mid-level aura, I don't think there's any hope. After all, 'the aura is the heart of a warrior', and I can't imagine a mage having the heart of a warrior. So, my advice is that once you reach the level of a fourth-level warrior, you can be satisfied. Hamilton nodded, and slowly expressed his opinion, which Lille had said to Moriarty to the same point.

"Well, anyway, let's take down the fourth-level warrior first. Since it is within human reach, it is worth the effort. Moriarty smiled knowingly, and didn't take the aura's words.

"Not bad." And for such an idea, the middle-level knight also fully agrees.

"Well, then, I'll leave it to you for the next few days, Hamilton."

"Rest long enough, let's continue." Looking at Moriarty calmly, Hamilton nodded slightly, and then stepped forward and took the initiative to attack the opponent with his sword

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