There is still one day left before the sword competition begins.

Dye Qi practiced his swordsmanship, which was not a master, as usual, but his current sword was able to do without shaking and control it properly.

For a child who has only been practicing swords for more than a month, this undoubtedly shows his talent.

But unlike in the past, Dye Qi only practiced swords outside his house, and did not go to the formal practice ground. It's not because he didn't want to go, it's that he didn't find it.

It would be unbelievable to understand the structure of the entire Mawar estate after only one night's sleep.

With a "swish", he threw out the long sword and completed a diagonal slash perfectly, this kind of swordsmanship has been practiced countless times, but it does not mean that he can complete it perfectly every time.

The blade slashed downward, and a slight wind pressure lifted some of the dust on the ground.

The output and collection must be just right so that it will not mess up. This is also the common denominator of all swordsmanship, although it is agile, it is not completely freewheeling.

The blade without power is not lethal, and the swing of the sword that cannot contain the force will be exploited by others.

"Ha!" stabbed out a sword, although a one-handed sword was not suitable for a stabbing attack, but Dye Qi still mastered the essentials, and as soon as the strong wind passed, it blew up the fallen leaves in front of him.

"What a great swordsmanship. ”

At this time, a girl's voice came from behind Dye Qi. Dye Qi turned his head to see a gorgeously dressed little girl sitting in a wheelchair behind him. She was followed by a maid dressed the same as the men last night.

"Miss, this is just ordinary swordsmanship. ”

There was no fluctuation in the maid's tone, as a servant of the Mavar family, she had seen many high-level swordsmanship and martial arts.

"But he's doing a good job. ”

"I don't deny it. ”

The two exchanged words and put aside the dyeing on the side.

Although Dye Qi wanted to interject, due to his identity, he still didn't do it directly, but coughed lightly twice, hoping to get their attention.

Only then did the two react, the maid lowered her head slightly apologetically, and the girl approached Dye Qi with a curious look on her wheelchair, seemingly interested in the sword in his hand.

"Can you show me your sword?"

The girl looked at Ranqi, her eyes were clear without the slightest impurity.

"Please..."

The one-handed sword worn by Dye Qi is just one of the many supplies in the Charr family, and it is not a good sword.

But the girl didn't seem to think so, and she carefully studied the one-handed sword in her hand, although the weight was a little too much for her to bear, but curiosity still prevailed over physical strength.

"It's really a sword with fine workmanship. ”

The girl handed the sword back to Dye Qi, then nodded slightly, shook the wheelchair and left.

"I'm really sorry, our young lady is used to being willful. ”

The maid said that although her status was higher than that of Dye Qi, Dye Qi, as Manro's servant and a guest of honor in the family, naturally needed to be treated respectfully.

"I think your young lady's attitude to life is very good, as a disabled person..."

"No, you're mistaken. ”

"Huh?"

"Actually, Miss's leg injury has already healed. ”

"Then why?"

Dye Qi expressed puzzlement about the fact that the girl was in a wheelchair. The maid looked around and said the reason.

"Miss suffered a severe leg injury when she was a child, and she thought there was no cure, but fortunately she was favored by God. But after that, the young lady lost the courage to stand up. ”

"Is it a heart disease?"

"That's what you're saying. ”

The maid did not shy away from her own words, after all, the matter was a well-known secret in Makarxia.

She bowed to Dye Qi, and then quickly followed the wheelchair girl not far away. Dye Qi stood in place, as if thinking about something.

At noon, Dye Qi separates from Riel and Manro, who are invited by the wheelchair girl they meet in the morning, as if to ask them about the situation outside of Makar Xia.

Manro agreed to leave the two men alone, and told them to walk around the city at their leisure.

The two were invited to the drawing-room, and the girl asked all the servants to withdraw. When there were only three of them in the room, the girl asked them a question.

In the middle of the hall are three rows of soft sofas and an intricately carved wooden coffee table with a pot of black tea and plates of snacks to accompany it. It seems to be specially prepared for them.

"What is the village of Boshka like?"

"Well..."

Dye Qi and Riel glanced at each other, and suddenly heard this question, and the two of them didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Haven't you been there?"

Riel asked.

"No, my leg is bad. ”

The girl never seemed to have left Makarsha, so she had a great curiosity about things in the outside world.

"Ahem, first of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Riel. ”

Arrail thinks it's normal to make an introduction before the chat starts.

"I know, your name is Rare, his name is Dyeqi, and you are Manro's servants. I've heard about it from my father. ”

On the contrary, the girl seems to know everything about them.

"My name is Marwar Yoro, and I am the youngest daughter of the Marwar family. ”

The girl introduced herself.

"My leg was injured a few years ago and I haven't been able to get back up until now. ”

When saying this, Yuro looked at Dye Qi, after all, Dye Qi had already seen her in a wheelchair in the morning.

Dye Qi lowered his head as if he was sorry for this, and it was never good to understand the suffering of others.

Although for her, this suffering is long gone, she just lacks the courage to face it.

"So back to the topic, what kind of place is the village of Boshka?"

Yuro brings the conversation back.

"What kind of place..."

This topic caused the two to think deeply. Although they were born and raised there, they still need to think carefully about answering this kind of question.

In this way, the three of them spent a pleasant morning and the whole afternoon in the meeting room.

During this time, the two answered all of Yuro's questions, provided they knew about it. For example, the geographical location, the customs and the orphanage where they are located.

When the two mentioned the orphanage, their mood was obviously low, especially Dye Qi.

After all, for the two of them, the orphanage is not a good memory worth savoring.

After the conversation and tea time, the two were able to leave the castle. Outside the castle is the domain of the Marval family, which is also part of the estate. Its level of luxury is no less than that of the Charles.

Moreover, the manor is located on the commanding heights of Makarxia, built on the mountain, and from the edge, you can see the whole city at a glance. The villages and farmland on the outskirts are also clearly visible.

The two decided to go to an approachable restaurant in the city for lunch, and although the Mavar family had prepared food for them, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive for them.

And they wanted to take a closer look at the town.

The two left the Mavar family's estate and walked from the heights toward the city. Because the road to Marval's house was built by themselves, both the facilities and the road surface are much better than in the city.

Walking into the city, Dye Qi found that the density of buildings here was much larger than that of Boshka Village, and the style of architecture was different from theirs.

Their current position is not far from the gladiatorial arena, and even today, when the tournament is about to start, the daily dueling matches in the gladiatorial arena are still continuing. They could hear the cheers in the noisy street market.

The two of them went to a relatively inexpensive tavern, where not only did they buy wine, but they also served food. And judging from the popularity, it will not be outrageously expensive.

A few snacks and drinks were randomly ordered on the menu, and the two found a place to sit down. The interior of this tavern is much better than in the village of Boshga.

But as soon as they sat down for a while, they heard a displeasing voice.

"Yo, isn't this our noble?"

Satyrs walked into the store and somehow immediately saw Dye Qi and Riel, with Asilio by his side, but the latter did not say anything to stop Satres' humiliation.

They are all contestants who come to participate in the sword fighting tournament, so it is only natural that they will live in. It was to be expected.

"Is there something wrong?"

Dye Qi could hear the spikes and jealousy in "aristocracy".

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be a piece of shit. ”

Satters said, pushing Dye Qi's head so hard that he almost lost his entire face in the food.

But he didn't have a seizure, he knew that this was not the village of Boshga, and if he had an argument with Sathers, Manro would not be able to exonerate himself.

And the game starts tomorrow, and Dye Qi doesn't want to be affected by bad moods, so he ignores Satters, just like he has done in the past.

Satters' mind doesn't seem to be as bright as Dyeqi's, and even if it's ignored every time, he still gets emotional. He pulled out the heavy sword behind his back, as if he wanted to fight Dye Qi right now.

"Sit down for me!"

At this time, Asilio held Sarters down and said with a fierce expression.

"I can't afford to sell you anything that breaks here, so hurry up and be honest with me. ”

Prices in Makarsa are much more expensive than in Boshga.

Saters still listened to Asilio's words and didn't make a move, so he could only stare at Dye Qi viciously. He had a plan in his heart, and tomorrow's conference would beat Dye Qi to his knees and beg for mercy.

After the unpleasant encounter, the two quickly left the tavern, having no intention of having lunch with Asilio.

The streets outside the tavern weren't as clean as they thought they would, and it was a place like a civilian area, and it was normal for no one to clean it.

There were flyers from various taverns all over the place, and there were some unsightly little advertisements.

The two of them walked quickly towards the gladiatorial arena, where Dye Qi will compete tomorrow, although there are still some daily competitions, but as long as there is a certificate of participation in the sword fighting competition, you can still enter for free.

Today's match, as usual, was a normal one-man duel, and the management welcomed spectators to place bets, which was also a lot of money for the arena.

However, as with tomorrow's race, players will only be able to use weapons and armor provided by the organizers.

In the middle of the arena were two men in rudimentary armor, one holding a two-handed sword, the other with a long sword in his right hand and a round shield in his left hand.

The Greatsword Man attacked first, a heavy slash from top to bottom, caught by his opponent's shield. But the weight of the sword still easily pressed the opponent firmly to the ground.

The man with the sword fell to one knee on the sand, and he seemed to know that there was no advantage in competing for strength.

The left hand is slightly downward, and the body rotates to the right to guide the power of the giant sword to tilt, and he quickly gets up, takes out the sword with his right hand, and slashes at the throat of the giant sword man at an angle.

"That's amazing. ”

Dye Qi exclaimed.

Although they were far away from the battlefield, so that they couldn't see the movements of the two people in the field clearly, Dye Qi knew that the swordsmanship they used was the most powerful in low-level swordsmanship, and judging by their movements, they should be familiar with swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship practiced by Dye Qi is not high-end, and he can barely squeeze into the middle of the low-level swordsmanship, which is also because most westerners love powerful swordsmanship and ignore speed.

But Dye Qi didn't have the tall stature and outstanding strength of Westerners. So since he was a child, all the swordsmanship he taught himself was to give priority to speed.

It's better to say that the swordsmanship that Dye Qi is practicing now is the most suitable for him.

The final victory belonged to the Greatsword Man, but that wasn't surprising. In Western swordsmanship, strength takes precedence over other attributes.

Leaving the gladiatorial arena and walking towards the castle of the Marval family, Dye Qi and Riel were still savoring the duel competition just now.

In tomorrow's game, he will soon face off against Satters. In the face of his big sword, Dye Qi was still not completely sure.

Speaking of which, Saxophone has been the champion of several junior swordsmanship tournaments, and this year it is not surprising that one of them can be admitted to a certain higher school.

It's really tricky to play against such a person.

Back at the castle, Riel is called away by Manro, apparently to discuss cheering up Dye Qi tomorrow, and Dye Qi is told that he can freely use the Mavar family's ashram at night.

Dye Qi also wanted to be as prepared as possible, and it was really fitting to open the dojo for him at this time.

After changing into the shoe covers for the Marval family, Dye Qi was able to enter their ashram. Because of the time, there is no one in the current ashram, and there are still various weapons neatly placed on the ground, which I think have been sorted out.

Although he was a little sorry for the servants for messing up again, Dye Qi still picked up the wooden sword on the ground and recalled the swordsmanship he had already practiced in the village.

Speed, followed by power.

This is the essence of Dye Qi's self-taught swordsmanship.

If you can strike two or more sword strikes in one blow, it can be regarded as a disguised increase in strength.

In the constant battle with Manro, Dye Qi has slowly been able to keep up with Manro's speed, but if he wants to improve again on top of this, Dye Qi knows that he can't do it now.

And what he can keep up with is only Manro when he didn't use high-level swordsmanship, if he fights with [St. Molit Stream], he may not have any chance of winning at all.

Although so far, Dye Qi still hasn't won once.

The members of the Marwar family went to attend the evening party as the organizer of the venue and communicated with the relevant personnel of the conference.

After the huge manor castle was suddenly left with only the cleaning servants, it was inevitable that there was some quietness.

Every time Dye Qi swings a knife, he can clearly hear the sound of the wind, increase the intensity, and can also feel the echo.

"Are you really practicing swords?"

At this moment, a familiar female voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, I borrowed your ashram. ”

The person in front of him was the girl he met in the morning, Yoro of the Marwar family.

"It's okay, Father has given you permission to use it freely. ”

With the help of the maid, Yuro pushed the wheelchair onto the ashram and reached out to Dyeqi.

"Can you help me get a sword?"

She looked at the sword on the ground.

Dye Qi helped her pick out a thin sword that didn't weigh much, and it seemed to be for girls.

After the girl took the sword, she swung a sword strike sharply, and it seemed that she had experience in sword practice before.

"So you know how to use a sword. ”

Dye Qi said.

"So-so. ”

Yuro lowered his sword. After pursing his lips, he asked Dye Qi.

"Do you think you're going to win?"

"Huh?"

"If you can't win, why do you want to participate? ”

"Ah, there are a lot of reasons. ”

Dye Qi remembered that he did not participate voluntarily.

"It doesn't matter if you can't win a game or not. ”

"That's right..."

Dye Qi scratched his head, he was also forced to compete at first, but after meeting Satters, he had an urge to win. Whether it's out of anger or whatever.

"But it's not like you can't win. ”

Dye Qi said.

"For me, there are battles that I have to win. ”

"Something that doesn't make sense. ”

The smile on Yuro's face faded, as if he remembered something bad. But she didn't seem to mention those things.

"If you're afraid of losing, you'll never win. That's what I think is scary. ”

Dye Qi said to Yuro with a smile.

"Do you like painful memories, both physical and mental. ”

"People don't like it, but it's inevitable until it succeeds. ”

"That's stupid. ”

Yuro turned his wheelchair and slowly left the ashram.

"Make a bet!"

At this time, Dye Qi stopped Yuro, who was leaving.

"If I win the race, how about you get up from your wheelchair?"

"Why?"

Yuro was puzzled, it didn't make sense for her to make this kind of bet.

"Do you think I can win?"

"Of course not. ”

"Then it doesn't hurt to gamble. ”

Dye Qi said with a smile.

Although the girl knew that this was too much, something seemed to be stirred up in her heart. Since there is no harm, fortunately, I will play with him, Yuro thinks so.

"Well, I promise you, as long as you can win the championship. ”

After the girl finished speaking, she shook her wheelchair and left.