In the past, he would occasionally go to the gym to exercise and know some knowledge about fitness, and he felt that this basic swordsmanship exercise method was more practical than most of the exercise equipment in the gym.

Then the exercise effect obtained is also very effective.

And while Ron was resting, a young man who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old with the same wooden sword walked up to him.

"Hey, buddy, I heard you're a new knight servant too?"

The boy had a round face and short flaxen hair, and was slightly shorter than Ron, and his eyes were narrowed into two slits as he looked at him.

"Huh?" Ron looked up when he heard someone say hello.

"I'm Bill, Bill Weasley, from Lorint. The boy introduced himself, then looked at him curiously. "I didn't expect you to go to the battlefield as soon as you became a servant, it's crazy. ”

"Well, I'm Ron Felton, and I'm new. Hearing the latter words, Ron showed a wry smile. "Who's to say it's not, but it's not a battlefield either, just an ordinary exorcism. ”

"Wow. Bill let out an exaggerated compliment. "Can you tell me a little bit about the situation? I'm new to the company. ”

"Oh, forget it, you don't want to know. He pointed to the back of his head, which was still bloodied.

"Oh well. Seeing that Ron didn't want to bring it up, Bill shrugged

Then he waved the wooden sword in his hand and said with a slight excitement. "Interested in having one? I'm just short of someone. ”

"Yes, I've only been learning for a long time. Ron glanced around and saw that Bill was indeed the one who came into his own.

"It's okay, practice casually, didn't the old man also say it before, the foundation is greater than the actual combat. Bill didn't care.

Ron smiled at hearing him call James an old man.

Bill said just now that he was from Lorint, obviously different from his adopted status, this guy was recruited from the territory as a new blood.

And it seems that the basic talent is good, and he was directly promoted to be a knight.

In the game, there seems to be no other way to master the progress of skills than to fight and kill monsters to gain experience.

Ron didn't know how the skills in this game would change in reality.

After thinking about his situation, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay. ”

"Hey, hey. ”

Hearing Ron's promise, Bill took two steps back and raised the wooden sword in his hand. "Here we go, attention. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden sword in his hand slashed directly.

The speed was not fast, and Ron's instinctive horizontal sword blocked.

'Boom!'

The hand holding the hilt of the sword went slightly numb because of the impact of the wooden sword, and then Bill flicked it nimbly with his backhand.

'Smack!'

The wooden sword in Ron's block position was suddenly picked apart, and then the wooden sword stabbed straight at him, and the smooth tip of the sword was pointed directly at his chest.

"Aha, it looks like I won. Bill retracted his wooden sword with some smugness.

Ron was slightly stunned, and then realized that the battle was over.

"It's amazing. He looked at Bill with strange eyes.

Just now he found that although Bill is not fast and not as strong as him, he is very flexible, and seems to have integrated basic swordsmanship into instinct, so that he can only follow up with one move and be easily defeated.

As if worried that Ron would be discouraged, Bill retracted his smile and whispered.

"Well, I'll tell you a secret, actually, I've been learning basic swordsmanship from my old man for two years. ”

"Huh?" said Ron, with a blank expression. "Is that so?"

"Of course, my dad says I'm even better at it than he was when he was younger. Bill waved the wooden sword in his hand, a hint of reverence in his small eyes. "You know, my dad is the militia captain of Lorint. ”

“”

Ron was silent, he knew that the so-called militia in the territory was actually the lord's private soldiers, and he had a lot of combat experience, but it was different from the training direction of the knights.

And Bill's dad is still the captain of the militia, so there is nothing to say about educating Bill in advance.

"If you practice more, you'll soon be like me. Bill blinked and smiled. "Alright, do you want another one?"

"Of course. Ron raised the wooden sword in his hand.

Half an hour later.

At the end of the morning training, the knights and servants in the training ground walked in the direction of the cafeteria one after another.

On the way, Ron rubs his shoulder, which was accidentally stabbed by Bill, from the wooden sword.

Bill, next to him, had a slightly embarrassed expression. "Sorry, I didn't catch that last one. ”

"It's okay, it's good to take a break, but you're so good at the end, I couldn't react and I was stabbed. Ron sighed as he let go of the arm that was rubbing his shoulder.

The two of them fought each other two or three times just now, and Ron was almost defeated after just two blocks.

However, Ron didn't care about this, because from the few fights just now, he found that Bill's physical fitness was not much different from him, and even said that his strength was a little greater than that of the other party.

It's just that he is easily defeated because of his relatively proficient and flexible use of basic swordsmanship.

It can be seen that physical fitness is not all the basic factors that determine one's own strength.

This is not a game world, as long as the body is strong and the weapon is good, you can steadily suppress people, but also have the geographical environment, the various abilities and skills you have learned, the person's own combat state and other factors.

Of course, if the physical fitness gap is too large, that's a different story.

While casually chatting with Bill, Ron glanced at the skill attributes under his eyes slightly.

'Skills: Basic Swordsmanship (25% Proficiency), Basic Fighting Skills (10% Proficiency), Basic Archery (30%), Gothic Linguistics (13%)'

It's just that he was slightly stunned when he saw the progress of basic swordsmanship.

"Huh, has the progress really increased?"

"What? what did you just say?" heard Ron mutter, and Bill next to him wondered.

"It's nothing, I mean you're okay with the afternoon training. Ron looked back with a look of hope. "I still want to practice my swordsmanship again, you know I'm terrible. ”

He knew that it was impossible for any kind of exercise to directly reflect anything, even if it was a relatively high-end training technique such as basic swordsmanship, this kind of transformation between the game and reality could be guessed.

It's just that he found that the basic swordsmanship that was still 20% in the morning has actually increased to 5% now.

This is even faster than a little monster killing exercise in the game.

And, more importantly, Ron was sure that this wasn't the result of his own practice two or three times before, so the reason why he grew so fast was probably because he practiced with Bill.

Bill, who was next to him, heard his request, thought for a moment, and then said.

"I should be free, I actually only reported it yesterday, it is said that as a newcomer, there seems to be nothing special except training in the past few days, and only if it really makes the trainee knight who trains us feel that it is okay, some simple tasks will be released as practice. ”

"And such a rule?" Ron wondered.

"Of course. Bill nodded affirmatively. "It's always the rule in training camp. ”

"I see. Ron nodded calmly.

You know, in his memory, the original Ron was assigned to do the expulsion mission the day after he got the identity of the servant, and he still had some doubts in his heart before, but now he is more and more sure that this is what the apprentice knight named Nick deliberately did to him.

It's definitely a man-made frame-up. ’

The nature of this matter had been confirmed in his heart, and Ron's calm face sank faintly.

It's just that I don't know what will happen when Nannick finds out that the target he framed will survive.

Anyway, it won't be a good thing.

A few days later.

In the open space in the training camp, two young men dressed in the same gray linen clothes, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, were nimbly fighting with wooden swords.

The sound of 'bang, bang' came from time to time.

With a 'snap', the two wooden swords slammed into each other again.

Suddenly, the round-faced young man with flaxen-colored hair suddenly shortened, turned around, and immediately circled behind the other teenager, and the wooden sword stabbed straight into the attack.

However, the boy who was bypassed didn't look behind him, and the wooden sword in his hand swept backhand.

'Bang!!'

The wooden sword that wanted to sneak attack was suddenly knocked away.

The round-faced young man decisively abandoned the wooden sword in his hand, hugged it from behind, and then stumbled under his feet.

'Smack. ’

The young man in front of him fell to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand flew out.

Ron rolled his face up, gasping for air, and Bill, who was standing next to him, suddenly crouched down, his forehead covered with fine sweat.

The two have already fought several times so far, and the physical strength consumed by the fight is far from being as easy as basic training.

After resting on the ground for a while, Bill got back to his feet, walked over to Ron and stretched out his hand, panting.

"Haha, I had a good trick just now. ”

Holding his hand, Ron got up from the ground and wiped the sweat from his face, a confident expression appeared on his face.

"It's okay, I'll be able to dodge next time. ”

"You guy, I really don't know how to practice, it's only been so long since you've been so proficient. Bill paused, then exclaimed. "And it's a lot of strength. ”

In this regard, Ron only smiled and did not speak.

You know, at first, Bill only used two or three blows to either knock his wooden sword into the air or knock someone down.

But now, while Ron is still losing, Bill's desire to win is not as simple as it was before.

If it weren't for the fact that he'd watched Ron get stronger little by little these days, he even felt that Ron was pretending to be before.

After resting for a while, Ron picked up the wooden sword from a distance and moved his neck from side to side.

"Again?"

"Nope. Bill shook his red, swollen hand. "I need to take a break, my hands are still a little numb. ”

That was the result of a continuous battle with Ron Wood Sword just now.

"Oh well. Ron shrugged. "Then I'll practice on my own. ”

"Whatever you want. Bill sat on the ground without an image, watching Ron still have the strength to practice basic swordsmanship, and muttered softly. "What a madman. ”

Ron didn't care about Bill's assessment.