Seeing his son being carried in by two men, Sir Severn could not help but hold on to the wall, fearing that he would hear the most unfortunate news and fall straight down, and cause a lot of trouble for Sherlock.

"It's okay, Mr. Lake didn't hurt his organs, I've already taken emergency care for him, just clean and bandage the wound, and then let him recuperate. ”

Hearing Luo Ming's words, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his forehead with his hand, only to find that at this moment, his forehead was already full of cold sweat, and he was really old and decrepit.

Immediately afterward, Grant walked in. Although Sir Severn had not witnessed the great battle that had just taken place outside, he could tell the intensity of it only by the sound coming from outside the door and the shaking of the ground.

In such a fierce battle, the girl, who was probably not yet twenty years old, bore the brunt of the battle, and in the end she was not seriously injured, and her face did not turn pale due to loss of strength.

This is the benefit of the strength of the sword master, he has to admit that he has some envy, even jealousy.

A swordsman is the first step on the road to otherworldliness, and as long as there are no accidents, a swordsman can live to be at least eighty years old - he can still maintain most of his combat power at the age of sixty or seventy, and if he is well maintained, he may live to live to be more than a hundred years old and still walk freely like an ordinary young man, until the days before his death is completely weakened.

Although far inferior to Grandy, Sir Severn had a time when he was called a genius - he became a high-level swordsman at the age of twenty-three, and many people expected him to become a swordsman before the age of forty, and there was still time to try to reach a higher realm before he grew old completely.

However, before that, Baron Miana, who was young and high-spirited, had already enveloped him with a generous treatment, and the two were privately called brothers, and had great ambitions, and had worked hard to achieve this.

When he showed his talents, the baron squeezed out as much money and resources as he could. And when he suffered a crushing defeat and his future was brutally destroyed, the Baron did not complain that his investment had gone down the drain.

It was indeed a man of human affection to his friends, and the Baron gave him the title of knighthood in recognition of his contribution and to give him peace of mind.

Now that he thought about it, Sir Severn was ashamed that when his old friend was bedridden, he had been delayed for a moment because of some trivial matter in his own house—and he had never been able to see the Baron again, and he did not know how his old friend had cursed himself as a white-eyed wolf before he died, and how could he have the face to see him in the kingdom of heaven?

He couldn't help but hate his recklessness in the past. If he could endure the anger at that time, I am afraid that he would still have the opportunity to become a swordsman later, compared to the decayed body of the blood and qi now, a swordsman can probably make more than ten times the contribution to the baron's loyalty, and it will be much easier to assist Sherlock, the only qualified heir.

"Lake, this kid, is lying injured now, in fact, there is nothing wrong with it. In the hallway, Sir Severn said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Luo Ming was surprised to hear this strange statement.

The old man raised his arm, moved his muscles and bones, and said with a smile: "In this case, there are many less scruples." Even if I had been to charge forward myself, or to help Mr. Sherlock block an arrow and lose my life, this boy would still be lying in bed safely. That way, I have nothing to fear.

Isn't it just to sacrifice one's life for the feudal king? This was originally the duty of the vassals. Besides, I owe the Baron so much that I can only compensate him for the heir of his choice. ”

"It's because of the good pay, but now that I'm here, I'm going to do my best to help Sherlock do what he wants to do. Luo Ming said lightly.

Although this is an understatement, Sir Severn knows how heavy this promise is. He immediately said, "Not only will you gain the friendship of the future Baron Miana, but the Severn family will also become your most loyal companions. You have preserved the heirs of my family and glory itself. ”

Glory - that is, of course, the life of Sherlock, whom the Severn family is loyal to.

"Alright, well, these are things that we can talk about after the victory, aren't they?

From a general point of view, she may feel like she was being left out in the cold, but Grant is clearly not your average girl, and she is more likely to have a higher emphasis on some areas that the two of them don't know enough about.

For example - the realm of evil.

"I'm afraid that guy is a cultist - in the mouth of ordinary people, he is collectively called a cultist, and the specific subdivision, whether he believes in an evil god or a big demon or something, I don't need to talk about it for the time being.

It is only necessary to know that cultists who are not evil are definitely rarer than wolves that eat grass. Otherwise, there would be no need for us to cut down 100 acres of woods every year to burn at the stake. ”

After settling Lake, the three of them sat down directly in Sherlock's doorway, and Grant began to explain.

"Some evil people throw third-rate magic items or books with evil tricks all over the place, so it's not surprising to see a few third-rate guys who know how to do third-rate tricks.

But that guy is completely different - a swordsman, and a swordsman with a wicked spirit, and a rare murder weapon in his hand. I don't believe that there is no organized culture.

In this way, there is only one conclusion—"

It's not that there is no self-taught talent in this world, but there must be many foundations for self-taught. Once the evil fighting spirit is exposed, everyone will shout and beat, if he relies on being a mercenary or something like that, he will not have the opportunity to collect enough resources to support him to enter the realm of the sword master.

His fighting style is also subtle, and while ferocious, it doesn't have the unruly flavor that self-taught people often have. Not to mention the fangs that can be used for blood sacrifice to gain immense power—the tusks that were most likely torn off from the mouth of some powerful evil creature, and the evil pact of blood sacrifice in exchange for power.

Even if that guy is the protagonist's halo shines on the top, he has to jump off the cliff more than a dozen times, meet two or three valley heroes who are willing to pass on his skills, and experience several adventures with a survival rate of less than one in a thousand to meet so many conditions.

Luo Ming obviously doesn't believe that there is any protagonist halo in the world, even if he really wants to make this kind of joke, where does the person opposite look a little like the protagonist compared to himself?