Jean's determination to win the victory at the expense of her bruises and tenacity left a deep impression on Roland.

"Thank you, Roland, you have taught me a lot. Jean said gratefully.

"It is my pleasure, my dear lady. Roland smiled: "Besides, I'm just a sparring partner, and I'm not the one who taught you soft boxing." ”

Roland walked up to Qin and checked the injuries on her hands, "I didn't expect you to really defeat me, but if you have to be injured so badly every time, it will be too costly." ”

A faint golden light shone from Roland's palm, the light was holy and immaculate, not dazzling, but it contained powerful energy.

Golden light enveloped the qin, and the wounds on the qin's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This golden light is his ability, and Roland is actually a healer. But his fighting ability is not weak, so he has the title of "milk rider", which means knight with healing ability.

But I don't know why he didn't like this title very much.

Jean looked at Roland gratefully, her cold expression began to melt, and the fierceness of the battle gradually disappeared. In its place was the liveliness and gentleness of a sixteen-year-old girl, though still with a hint of coldness.

The wounds on her body have all healed, but her face is still very pale, that is because of excessive blood loss, Roland's holy light can only treat injuries to body tissues, just like a quick surgical operation, but it cannot increase muscle and blood.

"I think your tactics should be the first priority. When the opponent is defenseless, it is often possible to win with one blow. Our enemies don't know your fighting characteristics yet, so you have a big chance of winning. Roland continued.

Jean nodded.

She is well aware of her weaknesses and strengths, because she is not a powerful person like Roland, she is just an ordinary person, and this hand-to-hand combat martial arts is her only strength.

So for her, almost only in the case of a sneak attack can defeat the enemy. Encouraged by Roland, Jean was also full of confidence in winning by surprise.

At this time, the ominous cloud of smoke was still floating near the deck. It changed shape from time to time, keeping its distance so that they never noticed.

At this time, a young man sitting in the cabin, wearing an overcoat and holding a pipe in his hand, was closing his eyes and recuperating. I saw him gently exhale a puff of cigarette and say to himself, "It's really funny." ”