Under the gloomy sky, several longships with many masts slowly moved slowly on the gray sea, and the swelling sails blew in the autumn breeze, revealing the nettle whip pattern on them.

Standing on the deck of the Meditation, an iron axe in black leather armor stared at the hazy shadow of the island in the distance, and the desperate desire in his heart made his eyes unconsciously narrow.

"Iron Axe Chief, I still think it's a bit inappropriate for us to go to sea without permission against King Balon's prohibition." The middle-aged first mate behind him leaned in and whispered, his weather-covered face full of worry.

"Even the Drowning Priest can't stop the Iron People from going to sea, that's the natural right given to us by the Drowning God, and no one can take it away." The black-clothed captain, who was called the Iron Axe, snorted coldly when he heard this: "How can Balon compare to the Drowning God? ”

"But if this is known to King Balon, he-"

"He's going to kill us all?"

The captain's rhetorical question made the first mate's face change, but then he smiled dryly and comforted himself: "Although King Baron is not as gentle as the old king, he doesn't seem to be too harsh. ”

"So what are you afraid of? Baron doesn't even sit on the throne of the sea stone now, how much power do you have to take care of our affairs? The black-clad iron axe said, grinning.

"Besides, we're just going out fishing, but we're not going to do anything."

As he spoke, his eyes stared covetously at the faint shadow of the island.

You don't need to use force, just show up around the waters of that island and get a lot of money, which is a very good deal for the captain of the Iron Axe, who has been ruled peacefully for a long time, and even the tinkling of poverty.

However, in fact, he had another thought in his heart, or they still longed for the ancient way that the iron breeds relied on to survive before the establishment of the Targaryen Dynasty, which was the way of burning and plundering, rather than guarding the impoverished islands of the sea to fish and mine.

Unfortunately, now is not the time......

Thinking so regretfully, a white shadow suddenly flashed in front of the iron axe, and the strange appearance made the black-clothed captain suddenly raise his head, and after a few glances, he frowned, and then motioned to the deputy next to him to take the bow and take the arrow to aim.

He was aiming at a white bird, and now he was soaring around the sails of the three-masted ship, and his unhurried appearance seemed so leisurely that he didn't realize that he had been targeted.

So when an arrow whizzed away, it was nailed to the sail pole with a bang without the slightest time to react, and after a few moments of struggle it seemed to be motionless.

The precision of the arrow made several sailors not far away roar, and the captain of the iron axe laughed and scolded them, and then under his command, one of the sailors climbed up the mast like a monkey and hurried towards the place where the arrow had hit.

At first, the sailor did not understand why his leader had to go up and pick up a seabird after he had shot it, but as he climbed to the target, he was shocked to find that it was not a bird that had been shot, but a glove.

A small white glove that was swaying in the sea breeze.

"What a strange thing, what kind of wind can blow it so like a bird?"

The muttering did not hinder the young sailor's movements, and with one hand he held the wooden pole, and with the other he vigorously removed the arrow that had been nailed to the glove, and then bit the glove in his mouth with a single bite of the mouth.

Then the young sailor began to climb down.

During this time, he felt that the thing in his mouth seemed to be a little abnormally moving, but the sea breeze around him was already very strong, and the sailor did not pay much attention, so after jumping back on the deck, he handed the wind-fluttering gloves to his captain.

Yet, as he wondered, the sailors around him were stunned.

"Did you hide the bird and fool our Captain Ironaxe with this glove?"

"Are you a fool? Doron, look at the material of this glove, it is much more precious than a bird! ”

"Then why is it a glove?"

"How do I know?"

The black-clad captain standing at the end of the deck didn't pay attention to the crew's comments, but stared down at the white gloves in his hand and frowned.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels as if the thing in his hand is moving on its own, rather than the wind blowing around him......

Thinking about it, he saw that the glove in his hand suddenly flipped and fell towards the deck, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and grabbed it tightly.

It's just that when the black-clothed captain did this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, and after a moment of trance, he couldn't help but look at the many crew members behind him.

A thought popped up in my mind.

The ancient road is immortal!

……

The sound of wooden swords clashing in the courtyard was dull and loud, and the two boys were sweating against each other, probably with a lot of physical exertion, and their every move was very clumsy.

"Hurry, hurry! Master Garland, what's wrong with you today? Didn't you have enough to eat!? ”

A middle-aged head in brown and black leather armor and trousers stood not far away at this time, his light brown hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and a pair of brown eyes stared at the movements of the two boys, and he reprimanded from time to time.

At the same time, with the fiery training atmosphere in the courtyard, crisp and leisurely harp notes wafted from above, mixed with the sound of weapon strikes and footsteps, inexplicably feeling like a battle background.

"What a stupid brain, Tobu, why do you keep hitting him in the arm when you have the opportunity to knock him on the head? Do you think this is a child's house? If you were so restrained in the actual battle, you would have been killed by the enemy long ago! ”

The head of the sect's voice was a little angry, and the boy who was scolded turned red and felt ashamed when he heard this, but his opponent was not very good in this training, his fat figure was already slightly clumsy, and the caustic head of the head even ridiculed him from time to time.

"Master Garland, do you know why the pig raised by Wilde is always beaten?"

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't know how to hide!"

The fat boy was angry when he heard this, and he was even more aggrieved.

"I can't help but listen to Lan Li's harp, that's why I'm distracted......"

As he spoke, he glanced at the guy leaning against the wooden railing in the attic leaning upwards. The black-haired boy who was the same age as himself, but played the harp in his arms leisurely without training, was so annoying in the eyes of the fat boy at this time.

"Don't make excuses, Master Garland, the voices on the real battlefield are much harsher than these!"

The head of the church said as he looked at the green-eyed boy opposite the fat boy.

"You see, although I can't let go of my hands and feet, Tobu is not affected by those sounds."

The words of the head of the sect made the boy's face turn red again, and after carefully looking at the fat boy opposite, he looked at his own young master diagonally upwards as if asking for help.

As a commoner child, being arranged to practice with the children of a big aristocratic family made him very restrained, and the instructor's inconsequential praise made him even more panicked.

Even though this sparring has been going on for more than two months, the shy boy is still very apprehensive about it.

However, in the face of his gaze, the young master of his own family diagonally above only showed him an encouraging smile, and the harp in his hand let out a cheerful musical note.

So Tobu had no choice but to continue practicing with apprehension.

The sound of the harp sounded again, and it seemed to be a melodic tune, or as if it was played at random, and the two boys, preoccupied with the battle, ignored (or tried to ignore it), but some of the men and women passing by on the attic corridor could not ignore it.

As a result, along with praise or attention, the "experience bar" of someone's bard profession is slowly increasing in an imperceptible situation.

That's right, increase.

Although it was not shown on the system panel, Lan Li, who was immersed in playing, could still faintly feel that there was an inconspicuous force that accompanied him and was gathered by the attention of the people around him, which was completely different from the situation when he practiced alone.

Lan Li thought that this was the right path for him to advance professionally, and the way to practice alone at the beginning was the wrong way.

After all, the few skills contained in his knighthood are basically not low, but the level is still entry, and coupled with the situation he faced when he obtained the knighthood profession in the first place, he easily guessed some of the joints-

Only when he does the relevant behavior, the corresponding profession he has will have improved nutrients.

Why this was so, Lan Li couldn't be sure, just as he couldn't know the specifics of his left hand more than two months ago, when the experiment had not begun.

He only vaguely guessed that these might be things like the power of faith for something out of the ordinary, but only God knows how.

Anyway, he can feel that if this continues, his career will be promoted sooner or later, so he doesn't bother with the question of why, but it is unknown when he will be promoted.

Thinking about it, his moving fingers suddenly stopped, and then he hurriedly shook off his previous appearance, sat upright, and began to play with his head down, pretending to be immersed in the sea of music.

Unfortunately, he did not hide this behavior from others, and the silver-haired woman who was walking towards this side not far away frowned, and then her steps quickened, provoking a group of maids following her to chase after her.

"Behave decently, not like a country scoundrel, Lan Li."

The woman approached and said this to the black-haired boy, and then without waiting for a reply, she continued to say solemnly: "Come with me, although the time is not right, it is necessary for me to teach you the problem of sitting etiquette again." ”

Lan Li blinked, and then honestly walked away behind her, and a fat boy below let out a gloating laugh when he caught a glimpse of this, and then was reprimanded by the mean head of the school.

It is hard to imagine that in the two months spent in the High Court, it was not the famous Queen of Thorns who was the most difficult to deal with, but the duchess who looked dignified and elegant.