Time passed quickly, and the sun went down a distance. The cold hues of the sky grew more and more intense, and in a dense place like the forest, the afterglow of the sun could not be seen, and the last golden glow of the day could not shine in the forest of the dead. Here, only the midday sun gives the impression that the forest doesn't look so gloomy. By this time the convoy had settled down, and the horses had eaten good hay, and occasionally made a noise. At the front of the convoy and in the middle of the convoy, a bonfire was set up, and an iron pot with a surface full of iron lumps was placed on the side. These iron pots are not very pretty, but they are hard enough to take with you on a long journey, and they will not break easily like those overly delicate pots.

By this time, Julius had been freed from the work that Luluna had pressed on him and had been given a temporary break. He found a tree, leaned against it and sat down. A village kid like him doesn't pay much attention to it, as long as there are no insects on the ground and no muddy water after a rainy day, then it is not a problem to sit down, and when the time comes, just shoot off the dust. He took the cross-sword he was carrying, held it in front of him, tore open the wrapped strip of cloth, and saw the silver-white blade that shone with a cold glow inside.

Is this the sword that the knight master asked him to hold, he doesn't need to follow anyone, just like a sidekick, handing the sword to others at any time. It's his sword, and it doesn't belong to anyone. Although the sword is still a little heavy for him now, he believes that one day, he will be able to hold this beautiful long sword and wield it freely, becoming a hero that everyone admires......

As Julius watched the Cross Sword revel in it, Lulunaka broke his dream with a loud voice. "Just staring at the sword, but you can't do anything. ”

Julius looked for prestige and saw Lulunaka, who was still sitting on the roof of the carriage shed. Lulunaka looked at Julius with interest, her eyes bright and her face smiling. "For a malnourished and weak child like you, it is a bit difficult for a strong man to wield a long sword. I don't think this sword is a little too early for you?"

Lulunaka's words, Julius couldn't have heard - she had deliberately tried to withdraw the crosssword.

"I'm not that weak!" Julius quickly grabbed the cross-sword and raised it and swung it. "Look, don't I use it properly?"

Julius was barely able to swing the cross-sword with both hands. Pattin's cross-sword looked slender and light, but when Julius actually held it in his hand, he realized that it was not the case at all. This sword was much heavier than the broken swords of those mercenaries. If Julius could wield the brass and iron, then when he held the cross-sword, he had to use his hands and couldn't even slash at it. This sword is like a heavy hammer to him, and the center of gravity is not on him at all, but on the tip of the sword.

Luluna Kahaha laughed, "You are like this, let alone killing, a child with a dagger can kill you." Even a dog with a sword is better than you. ”

Told by Lulunaka that she was not even as good as a child, Julius's face was a little hot, but she was not convinced. However, when it was said that he was not as good as a dog, he didn't feel much - Ward, who could behead a dozen knights with a double-headed sword, was not to mention stronger than a yellow-haired boy like him Julius, and even warriors with good strength like Patin and Olga were a little more fearful. He Julius is still self-aware, and knows that he is indeed not even a dog now.

But can this yellow-haired dehaired dog really be treated as a dog? A dog that can fold a double-headed sword in half and swallow it in its stomach is no longer a dog.

Julius looked at Lulunaka and saw that Lulunaka was holding a mortar, which was pure white without any impurities, and ordinary people did not need such a thing - it was not surprising that there was such a thing as a pharmacist and alchemist. Lulunaka held the mortar in one hand and the small black mallet in the other, and the two things were together, not knowing what they were grinding, and the little mallet fell into the mortar, shaking rhythmically in Lulunaka's hand, occasionally picking it up, and then smashing it down gently.

Only then would Lulunaka give the impression that she was indeed an alchemist. The opportunities to feel this way became more and more as they spent more time together, but because she had made such a deep impression on people, she now looked like a medicine man, more importantly, an alchemist, and it didn't make people give up their first impression of her—even if she was an alchemist, then she was a strange, unknown alchemist.

Julius was about to ask Lulunaka what she was messing with, but Lulunaka spoke first, before Julius, "Lord Olga, if you have time now, why don't you point out this stupid boy?"

Olga was near the campfire in the middle of the convoy, and he was just doing his job, chatting with Romeona, who had come from the front of the convoy. Lulunaka shouted at him and looked at Julius and saw Julius holding the crosssword. Julius, who was still wielding the cross-sword indiscriminately, saw Olga looking over and didn't wave it again. In front of an old man like Olga who had been practicing martial arts for many years and had a lot of combat experience, especially when he was still looking at him like this, Julius really couldn't be cheeky enough to continue swinging his sword, so that he looked like a monkey being watched—it seemed that he was still very self-aware.

Olga looked back at Romeona. Romeo smiled and said, "Go ahead, just make Lulunaka happy." And he's helped us too—don't you like him too?"

Romeona was right, Olga really liked Julius, a bit of a silly teenager...... Although a little too stupid, he was able to almost put his own life on the line for a stranger.

"Then I'll teach that kid how to use a weapon. Olga said, and walked over to Julius.

Looking at Olga's back, the smile on Romiona's face was not too bright, more like a polite smile. For Romeona, how to get along with Lulunaka is a very important thing now—the team is nominally owned by her and Olga, but the real owners are Lulunaka, and she and Olga are more like guests, and Patin and Julius are Lulunaka's employees. One is a former knight who was forced to sign a contract, and the other is a village boy who was bought with a knight's sword. Compared to treating Romeo and Olga, Lulunaka is usually not very polite to these two, and will never leave them behind when it is time to call, acting like a shrewd boss, and not giving Padin and Julius a chance to be bored and daze. The main thing is that Julius does not have such an opportunity to be idle, and Patin is not a lazy person.

Romeona looked at Julius. The boy, a few years younger than herself, with a thin build, holding a sword that he could not have obtained on his own, stood there, his clumsy posture and appearance inferior to that of the youngest knight squire she had ever seen.

But it was such a young man, Lulunaka, who didn't know what she was thinking, who gave him a sword that the knight regarded as life.

Romeo Na blushed and watched Olga walk towards Julius and over to the young man, not knowing what they were saying.

Olga came up to Julius and glanced at Julius' sword. Julius held the sword in both hands, but the tip of the sword was pointed at the ground, the sword was unstable, and it was faintly trembling—Julius was not so much holding a sword as holding a heavy hammer, and it was the kind he could not wield.

"You're like you're sticking your neck out waiting for someone else to cut off your head, boy. Olga said. He reached out and took Julius' cross-sword away. Julius didn't have much resistance to his sword being taken away, but was stunned for a moment, and then let Olga take his sword. He quickly reacted, did this old but still powerful warrior teach him a few tricks? This made Julius's mood jump, and the excitement was on his face.

Olga held the sword in one hand and swung the silvery-white crosssword a few times. Unlike a weak boy like Julius, for him, although this one-handed long sword was indeed a little heavier than an ordinary sword, it did not affect his use of this sword. In the long journey of Olga, she has encountered many life-and-death battles, and at those times, you can't be picky about weapons, and those who are picky and unaccustomed have long since turned into white bones. Olga has developed a good martial arts, and years of fighting and fighting have given him his own experience and understanding of most weapons.

Olga raised her cross-sword horizontally and pointed straight ahead, the tip of the sword parallel to her line of sight. "It's a well-forged sword, and it's not just beautiful...... It is more suitable for stabbing, pointing, and picking than slashing. ”

"Thorns, points, and picks?" said Julius.

Lulunaka, who was sitting in the carriage and didn't know what she was grinding, interjected, "That's a bit too profound for someone who doesn't have the slightest foundation, isn't it? I suggest that you first let him follow you to draw the gourd, and if you can't draw the gourd well, correct it until you draw it well. ”