Lu Chen took An Jie out of a dozen steps and stood on the edge of the training ground.

As if a little frightened by Lord Eliot's performance just now, the little maid timidly tugged at the sleeve of the divine envoy and asked in a low voice:

"Lord Eliot, shall we go back to the church?"

"Go back?" Lu Chen turned his head and smiled kindly at An Jie, "Of course I won't go back now." I haven't seen enough of this guard's 'training'!"

The maid looked at him in a daze, and retracted her hand.

Lu Chen patted An Jie's shoulder, turned around, and re-examined the training ground that was crowded with church guards.

Seeing that the gods had sent the adults away, some of the guards who had been getting up and starting to train sat back on the ground. Captain Otto seemed to be a little ashamed of Lu Chen's words, and shouted a few words to the guards, probably encouraging them to get up and continue training, but it obviously had no effect - most of the guards still sat motionless.

Captain Otto seemed to give up: he sighed and sat down on the ground with his men.

One of the guards handed Captain Otto a bottle of beer. Otto hesitated, then took the bottle and drank it.

Anjie felt as if she heard Master Eliot's teeth grinding.

"One soldier, one bear!" Lu Chen muttered viciously, raising his eyes to look at the other side of the training ground.

Unlike the guards who openly fished, there were more than twenty guards on this side of the training ground who insisted on training hard. Compared to those veteran oils, most of these guards were young, and the sun shone on their sweaty foreheads, reflecting a golden glow.

However, in the absence of uniform organization and coordination, the training methods of these guards were obviously self-chosen: a few were running, a few were doing push-ups and squats, a few were comparing sword moves, and a few even took off their shirts and wrestled.

Lu Chen observed their moves as he walked towards the young guards.

Although Lu Chen didn't know much about martial arts, he still came to a conclusion: the moves of this group of guards were full of the characteristics of young people - fierce and fast, but there were no rules and routines, and one move could sell the enemy a dozen moves.

Just like the burning youth of passion.

What caught Lu Chen's attention was one of the young guards—a young man in his early twenties, with short flaxen-colored hair, not too thin, but not strong, with a crooked half-body of chain mail, and an unbladed one-handed sword in his hand.

The young guard seemed to have targeted a pile of haystacks on the edge of the training ground. Wielding his one-handed sword, he changed angles, rushed to the haystack again and again, and then slashed out a cloud of grass clippings.

Every time he charged, he would let out a hoarse roar, and the muscles in his face twisted from the exertion.

That kind of almost crazy offensive posture reminded Lu Chen of Don Quixote who challenged the windmill.

It's kind of interesting...... Lu Chen stopped five meters away from the young guard, quietly observing his practice.

The other guards who were practicing nearby soon spotted the Divine Envoy and hurriedly bowed their heads to Lu Chen, but when they wanted to speak, they were stopped by Lu Chen with a raised hand.

The young guard who was practicing wielding his sword was so serious that he didn't even see Lord Elliot behind him.

Lu Chen didn't want to disturb him, so he took the opportunity to observe the young guard's swordsmanship.

The sword moves practiced by this young guard using the haystack belong to a very characteristic martial arts system: this kind of swordsmanship eliminates all lethal moves aimed at the throat and lower plate, and attacks more on the chest, abdomen and head, and the slashing route is also straightforward-

In short, this is a swordsmanship system designed to defeat the enemy, not to kill, and the dignified style is very in line with the moral stance of the church, as for the actual combat effect......

Lu Chen felt that he had to put a question mark.

- In the mind of an old fritter like him, who is accustomed to seeing fights in the rivers and lakes, the most effective moves are always to sprinkle lime and flirt with his legs.

Moreover, this practice for the young guards is too dedicated, often too violent, resulting in his sword moves are awe-inspiring, but his whole temperament is like a beast out of the cage, except for barbarism or barbarism, it seems that there is no consciousness of being a religious weapon at all.

Lu Chen could see that with the slashing with all his strength again and again, the young guard's physical strength was obviously about to be exhausted.

Sweat seeped from the edges of his short flaxen hair, ran down his sun-soaked skin, and eventually soaked his underwear under the chain mail. He sweats so much that even after each charge, he leaves a string of sweat droplets in his path.

"Stop your sword, young man, the haystack is running out. Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Chen spoke loudly.

The sword in the young guard's hand was almost frightened away.

"God...... Lord God's Messenger!" The young guard exclaimed, threw his sword on the haystack, rushed in front of Lu Chen in three steps and two steps, and bowed his head fiercely.

This young man bowed his head and saluted too hard, and Lu Chen had the illusion that he would break his neck.

"No need to be polite. Elliot's age was actually not as old as this young guard, but the rich life experience on the earth made Lu Chen naturally adopt the posture of an elder, "Young man, tell me, what is your name." ”

"Yes!" replied the young guard, still bowing his head, "My name is Alexander!"

Lu Chen nodded and smiled, "Good name, Alexander." Did you know that Alexander is also the name of an ancient king, and when I was a child, the king who tried to conquer the world used to be my idol. ”

The guard Alexander raised his head slightly and looked at Lu Chen with a slight puzzlement.

Of course, it is impossible for people from this other world to know the Macedonian conqueror on Earth.

Lu Chen sighed lonely in his heart, pointed to the already sparse haystack, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Tell me, Alexander, why are you training so hard?"

The look of doubt on Alexander's face grew even heavier. He replied aloud:

"But, Lord God, isn't it the duty of our guards to train hard?"

This is an unexpected answer.

Is this kid so loyal?" Lu Chen looked at Alexander with a little surprise and nodded approvingly.

Seeing the look on Eliot's face, Alexander blushed a little embarrassed.

"Well, dear Alexander, what do you think of those people over there?"

Lu Chen leaned over to Alexander, narrowed his eyes, raised his arm and pointed, and the gaze of Alexander and the other young guards followed the direction of the divine envoy.

On the other side of the training ground, groups of guards were sitting on the ground, some in a daze, some with fists, and some with bragging.

Otto, the captain of the guard, sat among them, and out of nowhere he found a piece of celery, which he was munching on with relish.

A hint of contempt and anger flashed through Alexander's youthful eyes. This emotion was fleeting and almost unrecognizable, but Lu Chen had always been a person who was good at observing words and feelings.

The smile on the face of the god did not change in the slightest, and he waited quietly for Alexander's answer.

"They don't think the same way I do. The young guard replied in a deep voice, breathing as if he were breathing heavily.

"It's a good thing to be different. Lu Chen said earnestly, patting Alexander's shoulder hard, but his hand was sore by the chain mail chain, "If there is a disagreement, then there is an opportunity for change!"

Alexander looked at Lu Chen as if he didn't understand.

How did this stupid boy know that God made the hearts of adults clearly rejoice:

There are those who touch the fish, and there are those who burst the liver-

It seems that this so-called guard is not a monolith!