There are still seven days left before the day of 'military training,' and the so-called grinding of guns in the battle is not fast. In order to allow Hain to recover the ability of the blade as soon as possible, Geist launched a devilish training.

Hain lies in a darkened room, like a dance practice room. The flat pitch-black floor, one wall is covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, and the brilliant sunlight shines in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading on Hain's body, and Hain's body is dyed golden yellow by the sun.

"Where is this!" Hain squinted his eyes, shielding his hand from the fierce sunlight. This is the reaction of a normal person. He combed through his memories.

Just a few minutes earlier, Geist and Lorte had come to their room.

"Hain, are you up?" asked Geist.

Hain was doing push-ups with one hand on the floor of his room, his strong biceps like a swollen steamed bun. The pectoral muscles are buckled in front of the chest like a steel plate.

"Wow wow...... You can't see it!Hain, your muscles are really envious of others!" said Geist, grabbing a handful of Hain's chest. "This texture, my God. It's true! Lorte, do you want to touch it too? ”

Lort glanced at Geist, his fists slamming into his chest. Imply I have that too. But to be honest, Hayne's muscles surprised Loert a little, and if it were in terms of strength, Hain and Loert might be comparable. If it's better than wrist power, Loert really won't win.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine, one thousand ......" Hain took a deep breath, he had completed his daily morning exercise. He put on his beach clothes. In the corner of the room was still the beach sleeve he had been beaten from his last mission. These two pieces are exactly the same. It's just that the dress is more of a rag than a garment.

Geist looked at the torn garment, and then at the clothes on Hain. "Oh my God, how many of the same clothes have you bought? And we've been back from our last mission for a few days? How lazy are you? ”

"Why do you want one too? We're about the same size, I bought twenty of the same clothes and pants last time. Of course, there are also ten pairs of slippers. As he spoke, Hain pulled open the dilapidated wardrobe in his room that looked like it was ten years ago. As soon as the cabinet door was opened, the musty smell choked Geist and Lorte. Short-sleeved beach sleeves that are brushed together. Colorful green color. There is only one special piece of clothing that stands out among the beach short-sleeves, and that is the uniform of the mercenary group.

"Oh my God! You're just blinding me 24k dog's eyes! Hain, what kind of taste are you! I'm going to have to re-examine your personality from now on. Geist chattered and started his granny mode again.

"Buying clothes is an extremely troublesome thing, and I do it in one step. Spend more time on the cutting edge. How can a mortal like you understand?" Hain was honest about his laziness. To put it bluntly, it is a strong word. He's a real slob.

"By the way, I almost forgot the purpose of today, and you also know that the day of 'training' is getting closer and closer, and this time the opponent is very strong. We still need to prepare. "It's said that it's a strong hand, but when I saw Geist's expression, I still looked confident.

"Strong hand, how many years have you two been in the mercenary group?"

"I've been here for seven years! Lorte has been here since he was a child. ”

"After all this time, what do you know about these masters?"

"This can be regarded as asking the right person, the so-called knowing oneself and knowing the other is invincible. Don't look at me eating and drinking every day. I've done my homework. Back then, I also called myself omniscient, omniscient, knowledgeable, ancient and modern, astronomical and geographical, and ghosts, gods and monsters. Known as Amil Baixiaotong. Geist used the idioms he knew. Hayne doesn't care what kind of names he has, and as soon as he hears them, he knows that he sealed them himself, and it is estimated that there must be no certificate certification.

"Okay, I see, you're very good, I admit it. Hurry up and I'd like to hear some dry stuff. To dry goods. He said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, dry goods!" Lorte stared at Geist.

"Well, since you've been shaken by my name, I'll say something useful. First of all, the regimental commander and deputy regiment commander will not participate in this 'military training'. ”

This is simply nonsense, and Hayne naturally knows it. I can also think with my ass that the purpose of 'training' is to select people who go to the royal capital to serve as the security work of the regiment commander. Naturally, the head of the regiment will not participate. And the deputy head of the regiment naturally had to guard the headquarters during the absence of the regiment commander. Without a mercenary group in charge, it's a den of bandits.

"Secondly, the most powerful opponents are mainly a few groups of servants, and there will be two cadres who will participate in this 'training'. These two cadres will be the strongest opponents. Geist's slightly mysterious tone.

"Cadre, beyond the ability of the servant. Geist, you are also a mid-waiter, and it should be very difficult for us to fight against the level of the servant, and there is actually a cadre level. "Hayne felt that this 'training' was a bit difficult.

"But don't be discouraged, Hain. Officers and cadres will fight alone. And we are three people, as the saying goes, three stinkers beat Zhuge Liang. And the three of us are much better than the Stooge. ”

"When you say that, I'm a little bit sure. I didn't care about the outcome, I was just worried about ......" Hain's expression was a little lonely. He could see the bottom of his mind at a glance, he was just worried that his blade would be hurt again, but he wanted to prove his own strength without the blade through this master confrontation. I also want to make Mangblade wake up as soon as possible through this battle.

"Well, I know more about the abilities of those people. When the time comes, I will try to avoid confrontation with them, after all, the results of this 'training' are not based on rankings. Geist put his arm around Hain, and Hayne's bitter melon face was in stark contrast to Gein's smile.

Hayne is a person who is not intimidated by difficulties, and there are some things that will not lead to fruition if you stand and think about them. Instead of standing in place and agonizing about time, it is better to act. His expression suddenly took a 180-degree turn. "If that's the case, then I, without a blade, won't hold you back. For the sake of Lort, for him to see Emily in the royal capital, I have to train and practice hard. ”

Lorte is a person who is not good at expressing emotions, he blushes and wakes his hands, "No...... You guys...... After ......," he was a little helpless in the face of Hain's ridicule. Panicked like a child who has done something wrong.

Hain laughed, "Brother, this is the place without three hundred taels of silver! It's okay, don't panic, I'm just joking." Actually, I'm just for myself, and we all have to be stronger so that we can do it...... Do what we can't do in the weak. ”

"That's the right thing you are, show your energy. Geist made a cheering gesture.

Inspired by Geist, Hayne rolled up his sleeves. "That is, show our energy, whether it is a servant or a cadre. It doesn't matter, we're the strongest. Then next, a thousand more push-ups. Hain was lying on the painted wooden floor and was about to start push-ups.

Geist kicked Hain on Hain's back, and Hain lay on the floor with no difficulty, and kissed the floor affectionately goodbye to his mouth.

"What are you doing here, Geist. Are you trying to test my strength?" Hain completely misunderstood what Geist meant, and his muscles bulged and he pushed Geist's body up violently.

"Wait, Hain, it's useless for you to practice like this against the 'training soldiers'. ”

"It's useless, I've been completing the exercises given to me by my master for twenty years, how can it be useless?" Hain was a little indignant, he believed in the practice method that the master had taught him.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's useless for you to practice like this. You must persist in practicing like this for a long time, but we are going to 'train' in seven days, do you think you can still gain a few taels of muscles in these days?"

Hayne thought carefully about Geist's words, and what he said did make sense. "How do you say that?"

"Haha, I knew you would ask that, and the answer would be 'actual combat'. ”

"Actually, is it here? We have to find a spacious place. You're going to be my opponent!" Hain grabbed the blade, and it looked like he was going to have a duel with Geist.

"Why are you still in such a hurry? I've brought a secret weapon. ”

"Secret weapon, where, take it out and open my eyes. Hain rummaged through Geist's pockets at once, and the result must have disappointed him. Except for a few mikhals, his pockets were much cleaner than his face. Mikha is a currency commonly used in the continent of Adra. That is, money.

"Alas...... Well, I wanted to surprise you. It's a big gift, and it costs a lot of mikhans?Lorte take it out!" Geist couldn't do anything about Hain's monkey hurry. It can only be used to let Lorte come up with a trick.

Loert took out a black bag in his hand, the bag didn't know what it contained, it was still moving, and it looked like a living thing. But looking at the size of the bag, it shouldn't fit the next person.

"Oh, it's not going to be a mother*, you don't want to make up for me, do you! Get it out, I'm going to drink chicken soup." Hain's eyes were full of murder, and he felt like he was sharpening his knife towards the pigs and sheep.

Gaisce was so overwhelmed that he had already begun to doubt Hain's IQ. "Open it, Lort. Geist ordered.

Lorte opened the bag, and a large black cat burst out, this black cat had smooth fur and was twice as big as the average cat. Sharp claws grind on the floor with a 'quacking' sound, and round black eyes stare at Geist. "Geist, you bastard, do you want to suffocate me? Believe it or not, the old lady stewed you. ”

Hain froze in place, he somewhat believed his ears, "Oh my God, this stupid cat can talk! I heard you right, Geist she's going to stew you." Haha......"

The black cat turned to glare at Hain, "Boy, the old lady is not a stupid cat, it's better to be respectful, or I'll stew you with him, the old lady has a name." My name is 'Leave'!"