"Junior Sword Fighting Tournament?"

Dye Qi had heard the name of this convention, and there was also a disgusting name, Satters. However, when Manro said it, Dye Qi still felt a little surprised.

Is this conference so well-known?

"Your current swordsmanship, I don't think it's a problem to mix it up. ”

Manro feels that although the current swordsmanship strength of Dye Qi cannot reach the level of winning the championship, it is still possible to simply enter the top sixteen or the top eight.

Junior swordsmanship tournaments were held in various regions of the empire. The organizer is the Ministry of Education of the Empire, and the purpose of the competition is to recruit talented young people from the Empire and send them to study in juvenile academies around the country.

The top eight winners of the competition will be invited by institutions of higher learning from all over the world to become special students to study at the school.

However, the special recruitment is only for commoners, and all the children of nobles above the fourth class can be admitted only by passing the exam.

For the West, the best school is the Western Branch of the Imperial Higher School in Makarsia.

As the heir of the Shire family, Manro will definitely be admitted to the Imperial Higher Academy, but due to his age, he is not qualified to study at this time.

The entry threshold for the Junior Academy is 11 years old.

Manro and Dye Qi are the same age, and both are nine years old. Riel was a year older than both of them.

"Mix up the rankings..."

Dye Qi didn't know why he wanted to participate in this kind of competition.

"As a servant of the Charles, my squire, I need you to have some popularity. ”

Manro seemed to be ordering Dye Qi, but for the master and servant, this kind of conversation was normal.

"If it's an order, there's no way around it. ”

"It's an order. ”

Manro looked at Dye Qi with a smile.

Dye Qi has been living in the Charles' house for a month, and for this month, he has been practicing sword with Manro every day.

"I'll go watch the game then, and I've already reported it for you. ”

Manro gave Dye Qi the schedule and entry certificate issued by the previous tournament. Dye Qi saw that the start time of the competition was the beginning of next month, and there were still more than ten days before now.

The number of participants in the competition has reached more than 500 people, which is about the same as the permanent population of Boshka Village.

There were eight games in total, and 512 people were randomly divided into two groups to compete. Dye Qi saw a familiar name in his group, Satters.

"It's a group with this guy. ”

"yes, that's good. ”

Manro said with a smile.

"This is a good chance for you to take revenge on him, don't embarrass me. ”

As he spoke, Manro patted Dye Qi's head. Obviously, Dye Qi is a year older than him, but now he is pretending to be his brother.

"If you want to face each other, at least in the battle of the top 16. ”

"Does it mean that you are not allowed to lose before the top 16?"

"That's smart!"

Dye Qi sighed helplessly, he had only been in contact with orthodox swordsmanship for more than a month, and he still had a little weakness to fight against those who had studied swordsmanship for several years.

In the afternoon, as usual, it was time to practice swords.

Dye Qi held the wooden sword behind him, his legs exerted force, and his arms swung out quickly, sprinting towards Manro.

Manro's body retreated slightly, and he struck his sword on Dye Qi's wooden sword, using Dye Qi's power to deflect his sword, and then the wooden sword struck from the bottom to the top, attacking Dye Qi's right hand.

Dye Qi immediately pulled back his long sword, his body spun with force, and blocked Manro's attack with a horizontal slash.

Dye Qi learned in training that as long as he was quick enough, he would be able to fight against Manro's defensive counterattack.

"Finally able to take my sword. ”

There was a smile in Manro's eyes, and he hadn't met anyone who could catch him fighting back in a month. Now it is not an exaggeration to call Dye Qi a genius.

But Manro, who has been practicing swords for more than five years, has a completely different amount of experience than Dye Qi.

With a twist of the sword, Manro began to exert his strength, and a powerful force poured out of his arms, pushing Dye Qi back a few steps.

"But your swordsmanship is still early!"

Manro changed the way of attacking, giving up defensive counterattacks and switching to pure power attacks, and it was only then that Dye Qi realized that [St. Molit Flow] was a high-level swordsmanship.

It doesn't just care about defending and counterattacking, but focuses more on advanced swordsmanship. As the most profound swordsmanship, it should be all-encompassing.

Power-based sword strikes slow down the speed of the move, but Manro's sword is still intimidatingly fast. Dye Qi wisely did not block at this time, but chose to dodge.

But even so, a strand of his hair was hit by a wooden sword and fell.

Manluo pulled back the wooden sword, and the dyed Qi on the opposite side also stood firm and put on a good stance.

"Bang" Manro made the first move, but he hit a swordsmanship known for his speed, and Dye Qi had just blocked the move, and the second fencing blow had already hit his chin.

Dye Qi was knocked out with a "bang" and lay on the ground.

"The winner is decided!"

Manroe took the wooden sword to his waist, which was his habitual movement.

"Ah, lost again!"

Dye Qi was very unwilling, but he knew that he and Manro were completely two levels of people now.

He unwillingly hammered the ground, but his hand hurt a lot.

"It's good, but you don't have enough speed. ”

Manro gave a brief evaluation of Dye Qi's swordsmanship.

Dye Qi recalled the blow that had just decided the victory, and it was indeed a fast horror. He could only barely react to the attack position of the first sword, and he couldn't react to the second sword at all.

"Is this high-speed sword skill? ”

Dye Qi has a new definition of high-speed swordsmanship in his heart.

"I'll be faster next time!"

"I hope so. ”

Manro chuckled and left the schoolyard. Dye Qi sat in place, thinking about the fight just now.

Learn from every encounter to grow.

That night, Dye Qi and Riel finished their day's work and returned to the cabin where they were staying.

It's almost winter, and at night, the temperature drops sharply, so Arrail lights the stove early and closes the window at the end of the bed.

The firelight reflected the wooden walls, returning an orange glow.

"Lost again today!"

Riel had applied to help on the farm himself a long time ago, and he had no interest in practicing swordsmanship, and he might as well deal with cattle and sheep.

And Manro has no objection to this request, as long as it is for the Charles, then it doesn't matter what form it takes.

"Yes, Manroe's swordsmanship is still great!"

"That's for sure. ”

The two of them exchanged words with each other, and in a private environment, the two would still call Manroe by his name. For children, the weight of friendship is much higher than the relationship between master and servant.

"And I was also signed up for the Junior Sword Tournament. ”

"Won't it?"

"And in a group with that guy from Satres. ”

Speaking of this, Dye Qi subconsciously shook his hands. Ryle also jumped up when he heard the name Satters, in his opinion, Satters, the champion of the three-time conference, was undoubtedly a monster.

"Does Manro want you to die?"

"Who knows. ”

Dye Qi knew that he had no room to refuse now, since this was the case, it was better to look away, and Manro had said that his swordsmanship could already enter the top sixteen.

"Then do you have the confidence to beat Satters?"

"I would love to beat him. ”

Dye Qi knew that his current swordsmanship was already higher than Sartres' skills, but he was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength.

Even Manro is no match for Sarters in terms of strength.

But swordsmanship is not only about strength, but also about defense, counterattack, speed, reaction and many other elements. Dye Qi feels that his current self may not be Sattres's opponent.

Rare has no say in swordsmanship, and he can only wish Dye Qi victory, and it would be nice if he could bring home a handsome bonus.

The two of them slept with their own thoughts. The bedside lamp was blown out, and the room changed from its original warm color to a deep deep blue, except for the fire in the stove.

Indeterminate battles, orders from the master. This is what Dye Qi, a swordsman and a servant must carry.

Early the next morning, Dye Qi did not wake up Manro as usual, but went to Ailan's bakery first. It's a little far from the Charles' manor, though.

Dye Qi deliberately got up an hour early, so that he wouldn't be unable to go back.

The Alan's bakery is located in the southwest corner of Boshga Village, and is one of the most famous shops in the area. This is the time when the father and daughter get up and start making the first bread.

This bakery is not only a shop, but also the home of Ailan.

Before he had even crossed the bridge, he could already smell the aroma of freshly baked bread, with a strong buttery taste and a hint of sweet honey.

"There's honey bread today!"

Dye Qi has no resistance to sweets, and the honey bread from last time was also snatched away by Riel.

When I came to the door of the bakery, the sign on the door still said "Closed", but Dye Qi knocked on the door anyway. Alan heard a knock and opened the door.

"Why are you here so early? ”

Although Ailan was a little surprised by the arrival of Dye Qi, she still asked.

"What's the matter?"

"That's, that's..."

Dye Qi looked a little speechless and stopped.

"Can you order bread for ten days?"

"Yes, but that's all?"

Ailan seems to be a little puzzled by Dye Qi's behavior. But it's a small thing like ordering bread, you can come whenever you want.

"Ah, you should know..."

Dye Qi asked tentatively.

"Isn't it a sword fighting tournament!"

Ailan seems to be a little unhappy with Dye Qi's displeasure.

"You want to come and ask me, do you have a chance?"

"Ah, that's right. ”

"What an idiot!"

Ailan stretched out her hand, flicked the door of Dye Qi's head, and looked at him with a smile.

"As long as you want to win, the Dye Qi I know is not a person who will be afraid of the unknown!"

"No, it's you who are not afraid of heaven and earth..."

"Anyway, give me a good game, don't lose our face!"

Ailan shoved a freshly baked honey bread into Dye Qi's arms and turned her head with a satisfied expression.

"Thanks, I'll try. ”

Dye Qi accepted the bread, but he still didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he had the expectations of at least three people: Manro, Riel, and Alan.

Because of this, he can't lose.

"Stop, don't thank me just yet. ”

Ailan suddenly smiled evilly and patted Dye Qi's chest with the back of her hand, this action was no different from that of a ruffian.

"Give me the bread money when you come back, twenty dollars in total!"

"Wait, isn't this bread priced at two dollars?"

"I don't care, come back to me!"

Ailan closed the door with a smile, and Dye Qi stood at the door with a helpless face. He is not short of money now, and the work of the Charles family can provide him with a good income.

"Looks like we're going to win, for bread money!"

Dye Qi secretly made up his mind that he must defeat the apex of that conference, Satters.