In the last two days, Dean Bartlet's life has visibly become more and more difficult. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In his forties, he was still middle-aged, and he stood in front of his washstand, and found that his face looked much haggard, and his brown hair seemed to have a few more white hairs in just two days.

The small-bellied and scheming dean frowned, and after washing, he carefully picked out these maverick white hairs from the brown grass one by one, gritted his teeth, and pulled them out in pain.

He turned his head from side to side, and nodded in satisfaction after making sure that nothing had slipped through the net.

As a "high-class man" in the lower city, he vividly remembers how ecstatic he was when the Grand Duke summoned him and claimed to transfer his adopted daughter to Bradley College.

However, what he never expected was that the girl would be the descendant of a sinner.

After agreeing with his mouth, the dean, who knew the truth, almost wanted to slap himself twice!

But who would have thought that the adopted daughter of the Grand Duke, the princess of the Northern Regions, would be a sinner?

The "big man" of the lower city lamented bitterly in his heart.

There is no such thing as pie in the sky. The forty-somethings are still too naïve for those who are really big.

Why did you agree without investigating anything?

What should I do now?

Thinking of the majestic eyes of the Grand Duke of Lancewayne, even though he knew that the other party was a well-known good man, but Bartlet did not dare to say anything about it.

He felt even more bitter when he thought of the domineering behavior of Her Royal Highness the princess who angered all the citizens and students of the school as a criminal as soon as she entered the school, and the "martial arts competition" that was still being blatantly carried out after being explicitly forbidden by the instructor of the academy.

"Alas......"

With a long sigh, he turned around and prepared to leave for the Academy, the heaven of the past, the hell of the present.

What he didn't know was that the moment he turned around, three white hairs were quietly standing on the back of his head reflected in the mirror behind him.

......

"Theodore, it's up to you, win that little white face!"

"yes, kick that arrogant woman out of the academy!"

"Theodore, you're a cadet of the Knight Department, don't lose to that kind of shameless person who squats in the Medicine Department!"

Looking at the tall confident young man across from him and the cheers around him, Ian was a little melancholy.

In fact, he has been a little depressed for the past two days.

Since Phil's proclamation spread throughout the school in a very short period of time under the impetus of well-intentioned people, she has managed to make herself and Ian angry with all the boys in the school who care about the female students in the medical department.

Not to mention that there are some defenders who have long been dissatisfied with Ian nestled in the flowers of the medical department.

This terrifying challenge has been carried out three times.

Whenever he faced these challengers, Ian often had to put in a lot of effort, walking as slowly as he could, touching his opponent lightly, and then watching in a speechless way as if he had been hit by a car.

Fortunately, there have been no serious injuries so far, otherwise I might have followed in the footsteps of a girl with facial paralysis.

At that time, there was no grand duke-level figure to escort him to transfer schools.

"Alas......"

After a wretched sigh, he began to look at his fourth opponent.

After three painful defeats, the defenders seem to have finally discovered that they are not soft-footed shrimp that can be rubbed at will.

They sent themselves an opponent who seemed to be much more reliable, a cadet of the knight department who specialized in martial arts.

Although the capable are respected in this world now, it is obvious that the exploration of combat skills and martial arts has not been lost, swordsmanship is a compulsory course in the noble academy, and in the mortal academy, it is also required to learn some basic swordsmanship in the early stage, and there is also an elective swordsmanship in the later stage, which specializes in cultivating combat talents.

After all, the number of demons is vast, and it is impossible to rely only on capable people to support them on the battlefield, and cannon fodder is needed everywhere, isn't it?

As for the young man named Theodore in front of him, Ian had occasionally heard of his name, and he thought that he should be regarded as a popular figure in the first year of the knights' department.

In fact, Theodore did come out on top in the first year of the Knights' Division.

"Next!"

A wooden sword was thrown over, and Ian, who was looking at his opponent, subconsciously took it.

"It's ......"

"This is the academy's training sword!" replied Theodore haughtily, "I am a cadet of the knight's department, and I will not resort to such a savage brawl as bare-handed." ”

"You're going to compete with me in swordsmanship?"

"Of course, you should have also learned basic swordsmanship, right?"

Weighing the weight of the wooden sword in his hand, and after eyeing its length and width, Ian fiddled with it a few times, and smiled.

"Of course. ”

"Very well, then speak with the sword. ”

As he spoke, he leaned slightly to the side, his left foot moved forward, and his knees bent. With your left hand in front of you and your right hand on the hilt, you raise the blade flat to your chest with the tip pointed straight at your opponent.

This is the stance that represents the assault in the basic swordsmanship of the Empire.

Born in a knight's family, he has practiced all the postures and tricks of these basic swordsmanship extremely proficiently since he was a child, and as soon as he put it out, the standard movements like a textbook immediately attracted Ian to look at him slightly.

This young man seems to have some real material!

There was a round of cheers all around, and the cadets of the knight department who understood praised their skillful movements, and the students who didn't understand were coaxed blindly by the cheering cadets. In fact, many people really don't understand anything, but they don't want others to know that they don't understand, so these people scream very loudly.

Mr. Kelly, the Instructor of the Knight Division, who was watching from a distance, was obviously much taller than such spectators, and he only nodded appreciatively to him, and gave a brief explanation to the outstanding students who were standing next to him.

For such a thing, he is happy to see it happen, even though he hates the sinners but cannot attack it because of the coercion of his superiors.

As for the Academy's ban?

Does anyone see themselves "present"?

"Not bad. At this moment, I am afraid that Fei'er is the most calm one in the audience, she nodded slightly, and said to the audience: "Lightly move, this is a sword." ”

"Isn't it too late to say goodbye?"

Theodore, who heard Phil's speech, was obviously mistaken, and he grabbed in front of Ian and smiled smugly: "However, after all, Ian-san is only a student of the medical department, so I will naturally show mercy to my subordinates appropriately." ”

Seeing the other party's complacent look, the corners of Ian's mouth twitched.

"Hey, Your Highness Phil, can this kid Ian succeed?" Alvin on the side was a little bottomless, although it was only in the past two days that he knew that Ian's kid was so good, but his previous opponents were only amateurs after all, and now this one has received professional training.

He whispered to Phil, "Although Ian seems to have two brushes, that Theodore is an extremely famous genius in the Knight Department after all. ”

"Is he really okay?"

The expressionless Fei'er glanced at him: "He's dead." ”

"What?"