"I'd rather be knocked unconscious than tied up by me, not just for any reason......"

Cumming, he untied the rope from the mage, picked her up, walked into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

Who wants to be knocked unconscious! If the female mage could hear it, she would definitely refute him.

"It's so heavy!"

The female mage is tall and tall, and she is definitely not thin where she should have meat, and her own strength is surprisingly large, and her body fat rate is lower than that of ordinary women, so she looks very heavy.

Ke Mingde estimated that she at least had knightly cultivation, and it was not impossible for a great knight.

Covered with a thin quilt, Kommad blew out the candlestick and carefully scanned the mage's abode, finding only two magical items.

One was a magic staff, and the other was a black magic robe with a faint magical energy on it, what a poor mage, he sighed.

Ke Mingde was about to leave, when something suddenly came to mind.

"My watch and ring are seen by her, if she has the heart to retaliate, she can keep it up to her......"

He slipped back to the mage's bedside and grabbed one of her hands, ten fingers as slender as a scallion.

He took off his watch, put it on the mage's wrist, a little wide, pulled out the steel pin pinned to her collar, removed a few bracelets, and put them back on her hand.

"It's a pity that four points of energy!" Ke Mingde sighed, took off the silver ring, and put it on her hand as well.

"You're cheap, poor ghost mage!" he pinched the female mage's pink face.

When he left the palace and reached the moat, he took off his night clothes, tied them to the stone with a dagger and rope, and threw them into the river.

Back at the hotel, climb in through the window, change out of wet clothes, lie down in bed for a while, get dark, have breakfast in the tavern, and return to the residence leisurely.

"Whoa!"

At dawn, the female mage Gerald woke up from her slumber, felt a sore neck, and couldn't help moaning, and accidentally saw a steel needle at the head of the bed, and the cold light was clear.

Gerald was startled and immediately came to his senses.

"Damn thief, is this trying to assassinate me!"

She found herself lying on the bed, her heart was shocked, she lifted the quilt, and her clothes were still well dressed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What is this?"

She finally noticed that she had one more thing on her wrist.

The bright silver bracelet and dark blue dial resemble a starry sky, with three hands on it, one of the thinnest and longest hands rotates one by one, and the sound is subtle and indiscernible.

"What is this? It turns automatically, without detecting any magical energy!" she poked out a trace of mental power and plunged into her watch.

"Such a fine structure!

The mage had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to be angry or happy, and she remembered that the treasure was in the thief's hand.

"Is it to compensate me? With such a valuable bracelet...... Her disgust towards Ke Mingde suddenly eased a lot, of course, the bigger reason was that Ke Mingde did not do anything to hurt her.

"There's also a magic ring engraved with the rune 'majesty', it's useless......" For this ring, Gerald didn't value it.

......

There was a knock on the door.

Kommad opened the door, and Buck and Panama walked in.

"When you come to the royal capital, don't go to see some ladies from aristocratic families, what do you do at home all day long?"

"I'm practicing the Wind Sword Technique that Panama gave me these days, so I don't have time to go to those messy drinking parties with you. ”

Ke Mingde said with a smile, he naturally wouldn't say it, he has traveled all over the royal capital in the past few days, and has scanned all the good things, the princes and nobles, thousands of years of business, and the collections of several generations have been swept away by him.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, people like us are far from reaching the level where they can enjoy cultivation potions at will, and the Silver Knight Secret Book is firmly hidden in the hands of the great nobles, so there is no chance of achieving something in the way of knighthood. Buck said.

"The cultivation of the great knight is enough for you to live a life in a chic and comfortable way, take advantage of the right way to buy a noble title, take a young lady from a noble family, and buy a manor and real estate. ”

A few people exchanged a few words, and the atmosphere became familiar.

"Newton, I told my brother about you, and he appreciated you very much, and arranged you a position, and you will be satisfied!" said Buck, who had a slight foundation in the royal capital, and had sought the ministry of an infantry commander in the eastern city, and had taken office, and his brother was a commander of the king's own army.

"Oh?

"As the swordsmanship instructor of the king's army, take two days off, work one day, teach soldiers swordsmanship, fifty silver coins a month, counting your sixth-level military merits, you can earn a thousand silver coins a year, and after three years, the royal family will also canonize you with the title of lord, how about it, are you satisfied?"

Ke Mingde was a little surprised, he had been in the Plantagenet Kingdom for almost half a year, and he knew what a generous treatment it was.

"Not bad. Ke Mingde agreed, the work was leisurely, and the salary was generous, which was just right for him.

"Then I'll take you to my brother tomorrow to go through the formalities. ”

......

Outside the palace, a school field.

The two of them wore leather armor and held wooden swords, fighting together, surrounded by more than 30 people, watching the two compete in swordsmanship.

One of them suddenly screamed and was stabbed in the chest with a wooden sword.

"Stop!"

Ke Mingde shouted, stepping out of the crowd.

"Potter, you're far stronger than him, but your swordsmanship isn't as good as Seth's, do you know what's wrong?"

"Coach, please!" the soldier named Potter asked, rubbing his chest, respectfully.

"Swordsmanship is not whoever has the most strength is strong, if so, what kind of swordsmanship do you practice, everyone will break their wrists!"

Komingde told a joke, and the soldiers laughed.

"Two people fight to the death, you punch me and I punch, whoever has a heavy fist and whose fist is ruthless can win, but with a sword, it is different. ”

"Suppose I have little strength and you have great strength, I can't hurt you with ten punches, and I can't stand it if you punch me, but if the long sword is in my hand, I will go over with a sword and cut your throat, and you will definitely die, which reduces the impact of strength on survival. ”

"Therefore, the most important thing in swordsmanship is skill, what is skill? It is that I can dodge and block your sword, but you can't dodge my sword, this is skill. ”

"Potter, you have a lot of strength, but your legs are too poor to keep up with the opponent's movements, this is your problem with the fight!"

Ke Mingde made a detailed analysis, and everyone was impressed.

"Instructor, show us a demonstration!" someone shouted.

"Demonstrate it!" the crowd coaxed.

"Okay, it's just you, let's practice!" Ke Mingde raised his eyebrows and called out the person who picked the head.

"Hahahaha!" everyone laughed, and the soldier stepped forward with a bitter face.

"Instructor, tap it!"

"Don't worry, I'll gather my strength and use the power of a knight!"

The soldier held his sword in both hands and strode forward, the force was heavy, and the tiger was vigorous.

Ke Mingde held the sword in his right hand, took a step to the left, avoided the blade, and pointed the tip of the sword at the soldier's right chest.

The soldier's face was happy, he was a false move, and he only used one or two points of strength, and immediately changed the split to a sweep and slashed at Ke Mingde.

Ke Mingde's face did not change, his wrist waved, and a sword was drawn to the soldier's wrist holding the sword, the soldier sighed, his hands were not strong, Ke Mingde knocked the sword up again, the soldier couldn't hold it, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.

"I didn't use much effort to feel it. Ke Mingde stood with his hands in his hands, and his demeanor was graceful.

The soldier nodded in admiration.

"Practice makes perfect, and you can do it with a lot of practice!"

Ke Mingde encouraged a few rounds and announced the end of today's lesson.

Out of the palace, I crossed a street, had dinner in a restaurant, and walked a short distance into a house.

His original residence was too far from the palace, and the city forbade civilians to ride horses, so he had to rent a new residence close to the palace.

After hitting a bucket of well water and cleaning it, Ke Mingde jumped nearly two meters high and took a magic staff from the beam.

This staff is the same as Gerald's female mage, and it was printed by him using six points of energy.

According to Ke Mingde's experience, the energy required to print an item is only related to the type and quality of the substance, and the energy required to print different substances is different, and the same substance, the more you print, the more energy you consume.

And printing magic items, apparently beyond that rule, he still hasn't figured it out yet.

"Sparks shine!"

Ke Mingde held his cane and pointed at the candle on the table, which suddenly lit a fire.