At the lunch table, Charles was eating with a smile.

When he saw the carriage with the royal coat of arms of the Kingdom of Fringen, Charles thought that the queen had found an excuse to come to have a tryst with Tonyo. He could tell from the excited look on Donio's face that the thing was thinking the same thing.

٩(^෴^): "Yo, isn't this Tonyo?"

As a result, getting out of the curtained carriage was the bearded King Barnett I Fringen.

Tonyo was petrified on the spot.

Charles was not calm after seeing Barnett I, and about twenty kilometers south of this place was the city of Thanhausen, an important town in the south of the Kingdom of Fringen, and further south was the Kingdom of Bisberg.

In this era, when the king came so close to the border, and the Praetorian Guard had also come before, nine out of ten people would think that the Kingdom of Philingen was going to attack the Kingdom of Bisberg.

However, Barnett I had nothing else to do after asking Tonyo when the caravan would arrive, and then had been greeting Madame Verry for the whole lunch, glancing at Artoria with a puzzled look.

In the afternoon, Tonyo was about to have tea and chat with the long-lost Lady Verry, so Charles led Artoria into the grove at the back of the village.

According to Elizabeth, because of the racial differences between elves and humans, elven martial arts are not suitable for humans to learn, so she will teach Charles mainly about magic, and Charles can ask others for advice on martial arts.

Although Charles got the Queen's golden finger, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have to learn martial arts. It's like stuffing your head with a bunch of books about swimming, but you can't swim until you've been in the water.

Now that Artoria is by his side, Charles is naturally learning martial arts from her.

What is the tuition fee...... Naturally, I invited her to eat every once in a while.

Charles learned from the butler that there were a lot of meadows in the woods, and that it was a suitable place for the two to practice.

It's just that when they came to the first place, there were already people here.

On the grass by a pond in the forest, well-fed and well-fed pigs are napping on the grass.

In a clearing not far from them, a purple-haired teenager was practicing slashing.

After looking at Lancelot, who was sweating profusely, Charles asked Artoria to wait here for a moment, then took out his wooden sword and walked over.

It was a shame that Artoria didn't have any other unnecessary knowledge in her head, otherwise she might have had some thoughts when she heard the name.

Lancelot, who was concentrating on practicing, was startled when he heard Charles's deliberate footsteps behind him, and when he saw that it was his masked peer, he thought of Alex who had been blown away, and immediately became restrained.

Charles stood in front of him, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, placed the erected wooden hilt on the right side of his face, and took a half-step with his left foot, assuming a posture of both offense and defense.

He said to Lancelot, "Come, I'll do two tricks with you." ”

Seeing that Lancelot was indifferent, Charles added fuel to his fire, "If you can beat me, I won't tell Bartlet about your sister Gnevelle stealing eggs for you." ”

Lighting successfully, Lancelot roared and raised his sword to lunge at Charles.

Charles easily defused Lancelot's slash and then parried his stab. After getting acquainted with Lancelot's routine, Charles became more and more relaxed to deal with.

While resisting the opponent's attack, he still had the strength to say to Lancelot: "You are weak in slashing, you are not precise in your thrusts, you are loose in your steps, you are slow in your reactions, and you don't have any decent movements!

As a result, his words sent Lancelot into berserk mode, and his strength was a little stronger.

As a result, a huge consumption of physical strength, coupled with the fact that he had been practicing for a long time before, made his movements gradually deformed.

Just after a turn to dodge the opponent's lunge, Charles kicked Lancelot over with a single kick.

Looking at the little child lying on the ground panting and looking at him with the eyes of an enemy, Charles smiled, "Relax, I didn't say that if you lose, I will tell others about the eggs." ”

"Are you here to play with me as a toy?" asked Lancelot, gasping.

Instead of answering, Charles took out two clay bottles from the storage ring, took one of them and drank them dry, and threw the other bottle at Lancelot's body.

"Drink it, replenish your strength. Charles said.

Lancelot gritted his teeth, sat up, pulled the cork, and drank all the liquid inside.

Not long after drinking the contents of the bottle, Lancelot felt that his whole body suddenly became warm, and his tired body regained some strength.

Lancelot, who had heard about the effects of those magical potions, looked at Charles with wide eyes and incredulous, he had heard that such a bottle of potion was enough for the two siblings to work without eating or drinking for a year.

"When you have the strength, you stand up. Charles said to him, "Slash into the air, slower your movements." ”

Lancelot, who had just drunk a bottle of potion from the other party, obediently complied.

When Lancelot stood up with one foot in front and one foot in the back, Charles patted his front leg with his wooden sword and said, "The front leg is a little bit back, yes, that's it." ”

Then Charles tapped his hind leg with his wooden sword, "Take it here too." ”

Then there's Lancelot's waist, "Straighten your waist." ”

Finally, Charles said: "Remember that feeling so that you can stand more firmly and be more aggressive when you are slashing people." Then raise your sword and slash slowly. ”

Lancelot did so, and Charles pointed at him with his wooden sword and taught him how to exert his power.

After Lancelot swung his sword five times in the Queen's textbook position, Charles said: "Remember this feeling, whether you are tired or stabbed in the future, you will use this position to slash people." ”

Over the next half-hour, Charles helped Lancelot correct his cross-splits, thrusts and a few of his usual footwork.

In the end, he said to Lancelot: "You practice slowly, from slow to fast and slowly experience, when you practice until you sleep sleepwalking, you can cut people like this, then you will pass." ”

"Thank you!" Lancelot bowed to Charles.

Charles threw him a bottle of bruises, asked his sister to help him with the medicine, and left.

When he returned to Artoria, Artoria asked, "Are you optimistic about him?"

Charles smiled and replied, "I think hard-working people are worth helping." ”

Then he dragged Artoria to another glade, and said, "Let's go, let me see the knight king's martial arts." ”