"He's my bodyguard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Phil replied as a matter of course.

"Oh?" Bard was slightly stunned, he had heard that the Grand Duke was going to find a guard for Miss Phil, but he had never seen this silver-haired boy in a black trench coat in front of him, and he looked a little too young no matter how he looked.

"Miss Phil, with all due respect, I never seem to have seen him in the Grand Duke's Mansion. Bard touched his chin and questioned, "And the Grand Duke wouldn't let such a mortal who looks exactly your age be your bodyguard, would he?"

"He was chosen by myself. Sensing that the other party had accentuated the words "age" and "mortal", Fei'er pointed to Ian behind him with his thumb and said confidently: "And I promise, he is better than all the capable guards in the family." ”

"Miss Phil, this is not a good thing. Bard let out a wry smile of helplessness, for in his eyes these aristocratic ladies were always easily deceived by deceitful tricks, and thus naively regarded some petty ladies as trustworthy knights. He shook his head and said, "You should at least let him pass the test of the Grand Duke so that you can officially appoint him as your bodyguard." ”

"But the Grand Duke is not here at the moment, and if you can pass my test, then I can also report to the Grand Duke and ask him to admit that you are qualified to be Miss Fei'er's bodyguard. Bard jerked his gaze to Ian and gave a playful smile, "How's that, boy?"

Our chief of guard didn't think there was any need to investigate the identity of the other party at the moment, and in his opinion, this kind of hairy boy could only deceive the innocent noble lady, as long as there was a real test that came, they would inevitably be exposed.

And as soon as he saw the questioning expression on the other side, Ian knew that there was trouble again. As early as when Fei'er gave him the silver and white card, he already had a hunch that things would not be so simple, and no matter how he thought about it, the Grand Duke should not be so hasty as to let his daughter find a young man to be her guard.

After smacking his lips and secretly "praising Fei'er" in his heart, he stepped forward amid Bud's slightly surprised gaze: "Then may I ask, what kind of test should I undergo?"

"Oh?" Bud raised an eyebrow as he saw the handsome silver-haired young man walk forward with a confident smile. Thinking that this kid seems to have some backbone, but whether there is real material or not, I am afraid that we have to see how the actual combat is, the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a rough smile: "Then ......"

"Lord Bard. Fei'er immediately interrupted him: "You don't want to do it yourself, do you?"

"How can it be? No matter how I say it, I can't do anything like a big bully. Bud sneered, no matter how he was one of the few high-ranking people in the Northern Regions, how could he pull his face down to deal with a boy who didn't look more than 16 or 7 years old.

"Blake!" he turned to a young guard behind him, "You can try this kid's skills!"

"Yes, sir!" the young guard replied in a loud voice, and then ran forward.

Bard pointed at the young guard at Ian and smiled proudly, "This is the best boy I have under him, and he just climbed to the level of a mid-level powerhouse the other day. If you can beat him, I'll admit that you're qualified to be Miss Fair's bodyguard, how about it?"

"Absolutely. Ian casually glanced at the brown-haired young man in front of him dressed as a guard, and nodded slightly.

Several young men from the surrounding guards couldn't help but gather around when they heard that there was a duel, and some of the old people who were still standing at their posts couldn't help but glance here.

"Mortal, you seem to be very confident?" Looking at Ian, who was smiling in the field, Blake stepped forward with disdain: "Obviously, I don't even know what kind of heart I have. ”

"Actually, I don't want to know. Ian shook his head. After really fighting with the capable, he understood why Fei'er was so persistent in the swordsmanship of killing with one hit.

In the pursuit of life and death on the battlefield, there is no absolute certainty of victory, who has the mood to see the endless mental abilities of the capable?

However, although he understands this path, Ian is not reconciled. Because this kind of swordsmanship is incompatible with his original heart.

But fortunately, he is not a person who does not know how to be flexible, and understands that his current offensive and defensive swordsmanship style is not mature in the face of capable people, and only by using Fei'er's swordsmanship routine can he lock the victory more safely.

"Hmph!" Blake snorted lightly and pulled out the long sword at his waist: "Don't think that you can be proud of your two-handed swordsmanship, for the truly capable, martial arts are a compulsory course." ”

"I still know that. Ian drew his sword and weighed it in his hand. This sword was given to her by Fei'er on the way here. As long as he looked at the polished sword body, he knew that this thing was many times better than his inferior iron sword.

"Let's get started!" Ian nodded in satisfaction, casually holding his sword in his hand and looking at his opponent from afar.

Seeing that Ian didn't even put on a minimum posture, the guards who were watching the field couldn't help but sneer disdainfully at the silver-haired boy. Even Bard couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself that he was a stupid boy who didn't know how thick the sky was.

Blake, who thought he had been underestimated, was even more dissatisfied, he tightened the long sword in his hand, mobilized the power of the mental image in his soul, and secretly vowed to teach this kid a hard lesson later, so that he knew that the dignity of the capable was not something that a mere mortal boy like him could provoke.

"Let's get started!"

Blake raised his sword and urged his mind to do so.

Soon his blue flame, which could incinerate everything, ignited the sword attached to his hand!

Soon, there will be silver-white ripples around his body, blocking all the opponent's attacks!

This was the image of his pride in his heart, and mortals had no power to resist in the face of such a transcendent power.

The corners of Blake's mouth pulled out an upward arc at this moment, and the fire of excitement surged up from his chest, and he had even begun to imagine the scene of this ignorant boy being frightened silly at the sight of the legendary psychic ability and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy!

However, it is a pity that delusions are always beautiful, but the reality is often cruel!

As soon as Blake moved, a piercing chill suddenly spread from his neck, extinguishing the void fire that had just risen in his body in an instant, freezing all the fantasies in his mind, and spreading around him, solidifying everyone, including the Bard Guard.

"How could it be so fast!" Blake exclaimed in disbelief in his heart. Because in just this short moment, the silver-haired boy who was his opponent had suddenly appeared in front of him, and the brand-new long sword in his hand was already on his neck!

As if he had just been fished out of the ice ocean of reality, Blake, who had finally come back to his senses, looked at the sharp long sword on his neck, felt the clear and incomparably cold on it, and couldn't help but tremble extremely embarrassed.

In fact, it was not only him, but the guards who were paying attention to this battle did not seem to be poured on their heads by a basin of cold water, and they felt a chill on their necks. Even Bud, who thought he could only see a farce, froze in place and couldn't help but swallow.

It's so fast!

With the eyesight of his high-ranking powerhouse, he could only barely see the process of his sword!

He couldn't help but touch his neck with his hand.

If you are prepared, then you can indeed dodge such a sword, but what if you are defenseless?

Thinking of this, Bard suddenly trembled and shivered fiercely.

"Wait...... Wait a minute. Seeing that the other party slowly withdrew his long sword and turned around and walked back to the black-haired girl's side, Blake stammered, "I...... I haven't even ...... yet Use the Mind Image!"

Blake felt extremely aggrieved at the moment, he couldn't even use the most proud mental image ability!

He wanted to shout: This is not fair!

But when I think of the other party's cold and piercing blade, I really can't raise this courage!

"Didn't I say it from the beginning?" heard him speak, and the silver-haired boy with his back to him said in a low but still childish voice.

"I don't want to know what your mind is. ”