Chapter 137: Sword Fighting Contest (3)
Frightened by this, George trembled and quickly apologized.
As soon as Charlotte raised his sword, he hurriedly crawled to the side, and with the sound of laughter, he got into the carriage and sped away.
Charlotte didn't pay any more attention to him, but picked up the practice sword that George had dropped on the ground and put it in the hands of the maid Hannah.
Although it is a practice sword, it is also made of high-quality steel. After sharpening the blade, it is a good sword, and even if it is returned to the furnace into a steel ingot, it is worth one or two gold coins.
Only the aristocracy who were bored would use this kind of sword to practice - if the poor wanted to practice the sword, they either used a dangerous real sword or a wooden stick, and it was impossible to buy such a sword.
But, of course, Charlotte won't sell it, and it's a good choice to put it in the living room as a trophy and decoration, even better than the kind of art that you don't know.
In some types of duels, the loser's weapons, armor, and even horses go to the winner, and even feed some rogue knights, who are known for their poor strength to compete with each other, and then win the opponent's weapons and armor, etc., for the other party to pay a ransom or sell them for money.
Although the "duel" just now was completely sudden, and there was no discussion of which rule to use, since George threw down his sword and ran away, this sword was Charlotte's trophy, and everyone accepted it as a matter of course.
She took the scabbard from the maid, put it back in its sheath, and hung it back on her waist.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he tossed aside the shredded hair in front of him, and the strands of hair danced in the wind in the sunlight.
Awe-inspiring and heroic.
Although it is different from the standard lady's demeanor, Charlotte at this moment has a different charm.
The surrounding noble children reverted to their chattering and noisy appearances, and they all began to praise her swordsmanship.
"Excuse meβ"
Suddenly, a rough voice came from the side.
It was a voice that was out of place with the children of the nobility, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a strong man.
Strange as it may seem, he was armed with several swordsβtwo long swords on the left side of his waist, a stabbing sword on the right, a heavy sword on his back, and a short sword hidden in his side ribs.
Being looked at by so many noble children, he touched his head embarrassedly and smiled, and then asked, "This young lady, who is the swordsmanship teacher who taught you this trick?"
"Calm me down!" a young man shouted angrily at him, and then turned his head to explain to his friends, "This guy's name is Lauder, and I don't know where my dad recruited such a person, although he is very strong and super capable of fighting, but he is not very obedient, and he often wants to go to two tricks when he sees someone who is powerful." β
It seems to be a complaint, but everyone can hear that this guy is actually showing off that his father can hire such a bodyguard who can fight.
Bringing one's bodyguards and retinues to this kind of martial arts occasion was originally one of the habits of the aristocracy - to put it mildly, it was to show off their financial strength and skills to be able to recruit the strong, and to say that it was ugly, it was to watch others fight for fun.
However, in the last hundred years, there have been many fewer cases of retinues actually killing each other like slaves in the gladiatorial arena. Some of the dissatisfied, aristocrats turned to dog-fighting and cockfighting, and had to make the fight between these animals bloody, but this is off topic.
Here, the young man was apologizing for the recklessness of his entourage, but Charlotte surprisingly didn't dwell on it.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hide it. As a student, you should also help your teacher get more praise. β
Then, she turned to Login's side.
"Lately, the person who has taught me the art of swordsmanship is my loyal knight, Mr. Lockin. β
"Oh......"
Looking at Luo Ming, Lauder's eyes lit up suddenly.
However, he did not act rashly, but said in a slightly more tactful tone for him: "I am looking forward to Lord Luo Ming's stunts, and when we meet in the ring later, I hope you can give me advice." β
"Okay. Luo Ming's answer was also very concise and to the point.
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The children of the nobility chatted for a while, and there was time for tea and snacks in between, and after about twenty minutes, almost everyone came.
A few people haven't been able to do this yet, so it's probably really not coming. For example, if there is an emergency, something like that.
Then, the game begins.
Whether it is the competition system or the organizer, in the opinion of Luo Ming, a layman, he can catch several shortcomings and put forward a lot of improvement plans.
However, he only secretly remembered it - he could be inspired at any time as a time-traveler, but which ideas could be used, which ideas depended on the situation, and which ideas were completely unacceptable to people in this era...... This has to be carefully considered, and it cannot be decided on the back of the head.
At first, it was just a preliminary round, and so many dozens of people had to play for half a day to do it.
These players are really mixed, some are passable, some are weak chickens, and some want to play tricks more than swords...... Even if Charlotte is allowed to compete, as long as she is not scheming, there is a good hope of passing this messy preliminaries.
You must know that she has only been learning swordsmanship with Luo Ming for a month, and she is not teaching hand-in-hand every day, nor can she devote seven or eight hours of hard practice every day.
The quick disciples are so strong, and no one asks Luo Ming to participate in the preliminaries. He could have sat here, drank tea and watched the play, and waited until the end of the preliminaries.
At this time, he was chatting with Charlotte.
"It's a good job...... Looks like you've been able to practice well. β
At this time, Luo Ming praised Charlotte from the position of a brother or even a teacher, and Charlotte accepted this tone as a matter of course.
"After all, I've only been through so many things for a short time, and I still know that life is precious - if I encounter danger, I can't rely on you to save my life every time. β
Rubbing the long sword in her hand, Charlotte suddenly showed a sly smile, and whispered close to Luo Ming's ear: "If that stupid guy George knew that I actually only knew ten moves, or this month's quick success, would he jump off the roof without thinking about it for a while?"
"Don't make fun of that poor creature...... These ten moves are all carefully selected by me and can cope with most situations, with a unique style that ordinary people will never be able to stop. β
Luo Ming thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, you have learned enough swordsmanship to this level, you can deal with ordinary miscellaneous fish with ease, and it is enough for self-defense."
If you deal with a master, even if you practice for another ten years, it will be useless. You have average talent in this area, and you don't have a fighting spirit, so you might as well concentrate on strengthening your spell ability. β