Human cognition always evolves with the change of things, such as Monroe today.

In Monroe's eyes, Baron Demps was once a demon.

If it weren't for this demon, he wouldn't have become a slave and lose his personal freedom, and he wouldn't have lived such a miserable life, having to do all kinds of heavy work every day, but still not having enough to eat every day, and still not having been caught here, fearing that he would be killed like those poor companions by a foreign race out of nowhere.

In the eyes of Monroxin, a small citizen who used to be honest and had no enemies, Baron Demps is undoubtedly the most hated person in the world.

But now he knew he was wrong.

There is one more hateful person in this world than Demps, and that is Barton.

"He doesn't even treat us as human beings!"

A muffled voice came from beside him, his tone full of anger, thin, softly, burrowing into Menro's ears.

Monroe didn't speak, just stared at the jar of things he was holding in his hand, and there was the same suppressed anger and anger burning in his eyes, like a raging flame.

The contents of the jar were filthy green muddy water, slimy and thick, and exuded a strange smell, a bit like the smell of the corpses of some insects after exposure to the sun, not a foul smell, but it was definitely not a good smell, and it did not make people appetite.

That's what they're going to have for dinner tonight......

In fact, Monroe was still looking forward to Barton's sudden rise and becoming their master, after all, everyone is also a "colleague", Barton should be able to understand their pain as slaves, and he will not be as harsh as Demps treats them in daily treatment, right?

But Monroe found himself overthinking.

If Barton was forgivable for giving them tattoos and making them the laughing stock of everyone (maybe Barton was just trying to help everyone through this difficult time in a way that he thought was right and effective?), then this dinner is really too much to say.

Demps gave them pig food, and Barton gave them pig food, which was not even as good as pig food!

This made Monroe's heart churn with anger, so he wanted to find Barton and reprimand the other party in person—— his experience of being a "colleague" with Norman made him a little uncomfortable with the current change of identity between the two parties, and he subconsciously seemed to feel that he could talk to Norman on an equal footing.

But Monroe moved his ass and was about to sit up from the ground, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the warriors standing aside, and a long distance past the figures of the warriors, where Barton was sitting for dinner.

Somehow, Monroe's heart went cold, and he immediately put down the butt he had just raised.

This long distance, and the cold gazes of the soldiers who passed nearby, made him finally realize that today's Barton was no longer yesterday's Barton.

He is now Lord Patton, their master, whatever he says, they will do it, and what right do they have to resist?

This sober realization made the anger in Monroe's eyes gradually cool down, and finally it was cold and desolate.

Goo-goo-goo

Monroe resigned himself to the dinner in front of him, gulping it down, partly because the lunch was still as usual and they were hungry now, and partly to quench the anger in his heart. It's just that the taste of these foods is really not good, bitter and sour and astringent, but so what? It's better than being hungry.

This was true of Monroe, as were the other slaves.

Although they were all angry that their new master was so mean, no one wanted to get along with their stomachs, so they all resigned themselves to eating their share of food.

After dinner, it's time to rest.

Monroe lay down early to rest as usual, but I don't know if it was because of the lack of work today, or because of the roaring campfire not far away, he tossed and turned and turned for most of the day without falling asleep - usually, he would have slept on the bed after a day's work.

After tossing for most of the day, Monroe still couldn't fall asleep, but his stomach changed.

His stomach slowly swelled, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

I couldn't sleep in the first place, and I can't sleep even more now.

Monroe simply got up, passed the slaves, walked to a corner of the camp, crouched down, and began to - in his opinion, a bad stomach must be.

But when it was weird, Monroe squatted for a long time and couldn't pull anything out, but his stomach was still bulging.

Monroe may not know the word "constipation," but he was obviously experienced with the condition, so he wasn't in a hurry, just squatting like this, intending to rub it out until he pulled the dirty stuff out.

Waiting for was a boring thing to do, Monroe crouched, his eyes unconsciously sweeping around, and turned his head many times to throw himself into the dark forest behind him.

It was the aftermath of last night's night raid, and Monroe always felt that there would suddenly be another group of aliens rushing out there.

However, the alien race did not rush out of there after all, but under Monroe's repeated gaze, he found that there seemed to be something in the thin grass not far from his heels, showing a different color from the grass.

Curious, Monroe glanced at the place a few more times.

There was something there, and in the afterglow of the campfire not far from the camp, it reflected a different color from the grass.

Driven by curiosity, Monroe moved his steps a few times, moved to the pile of grass, stretched out his arm and fumbled the thing out, and when he got it in his hand, he realized that it was a book!?

Monroe, who grew up in the city, knew very well that books were an incomparably expensive object, something that only wealthy people could have, and a symbol of aristocratic status. Although the price of books has been greatly reduced in the past six months with the arrival of a chamber of commerce called Nikhaheim, books are still a luxury for a former craftsman like him.

picked up a book, which made Monroe quite happy, after all, it was a luxury, and everyone was happy to suddenly pick up a windfall. But Monroe was more curious about why there was a book here in the middle of nowhere.

Did some of the adults accidentally drop it as they passed by, or did they fall while the aliens who had attacked last night were retreating in a hurry?

Monroe didn't know, he just looked at the cover of the book through the dim afterglow of the campfire and the moonlight, with a few words written on it in the lingua franca.

Nine ways to flip lonely fencing.

Flipping the Lonely Nine ...... Fencing style?

Monroe's heart pounded suddenly.

Although he didn't understand what it meant to flip loneliness, was it happiness?, but he still knew how to fencing, which was what Barton had learned from Master Donn before, and it could also be called swordsmanship.

And underneath the phrase on the cover, a name is written on it in a smaller lingua franca.

Grand Knight Einstein Howard Ben Wallace.

This is clearly the name of the owner of the book.

Monroe hadn't heard of the name, but he knew the prefix in front of it.

Great Knight!

This book actually belongs to a great knight?!

As a humble craftsman, Monroe may not be able to understand exactly what kind of existence the Great Knight is, but through the recitation of the bards, he also knows that the Great Knight is very powerful, even more powerful than many mages, and even the noble duke has to pay tribute to the Grand Knight!

Monroe's hands trembled slightly, and his breathing began to be disordered.

He took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and then opened the book, and saw that the first page of the book also had many words written in lingua franca.

"My opinion of the sword. ”

"A good sword is very helpful to knights, and when I was fifteen years old, I had no opponent in Preston with an incomparably sharp sword, and some knights, even if they were not worse than me, would lose to me because their sword was not as good as mine. ”

"When I was twenty years old, I was given a magic sword inherited from ancient times, and with this powerful ancient magic sword, no knight in the south of the entire continent could defeat me. But I ended up abandoning it because I used it to injure a righteous person by mistake, which upset my heart very much. ”

"When I was thirty years old, I found a large piece of iron that had fallen from the sky, and it took me three years to polish it into a sword, a sword without a blade. With this bladeless sword, I traveled all over the continent and defeated everyone, and the dragon king could not stop my sword. ”

"At the age of forty, I abandoned the bladeless sword, and from that time on, a branch and a leaf were the sharpest sword in the world. From this, I finally understood the true meaning of swordsmanship, and finally reached the realm where it is better to have a sword without a sword. ”

......

Monroe looked down all the way, and the heart was beating more and more intensely, but his eyes were melodious, as if he had entered the era recorded in that book with the records in this book.

He seemed to be following the great knight Albert Einstein, watching how he fought all over the world invincible, and even the dragon king bowed down in front of him!

What kind of pride is that......

Monroe pondered for a moment before he came back to his senses and continued to read.

"The following is my record of the comprehension of all the swordsmanship in my life, I hope that someone by coincidence can pick it up, so that my swordsmanship will not accompany me to be buried in the long river of history. ”

Monroe looked at these lines, his head gradually became bloodshot, his eyes gradually became hot, his expression became more and more excited, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

What does that mean? This means that this book contains all the swordsmanship of Einstein, the great knight who was able to defeat the Dragon King, and if he could learn it, wouldn't he be able to be like Donne-sama...... No, it's much stronger than Donn-sama?!

In that case, you don't have to be a slave anymore, and maybe you can become a knight, a nobleman, or even a duke!

At the thought of this, Monroe immediately eagerly continued to turn the book back, and he saw that the book did indeed record the great knight's swordsmanship.

It is a page of patterns, on which are human shapes, posing one by one, and around and inside the human pattern, there are all kinds of arrows pulling, and the arrows are also marked with some short lingua franca to tell the reader what these arrows mean and what to do.

What kind of is still pulling!

Monroe jumped up excitedly, and the was gone, and he couldn't wait to practice it as recorded in the book at once. And it's strange to say that after such a while, his stomach doesn't hurt anymore, and at the same time, his body has also undergone some abnormal changes.

If Monroe had paid close attention to his body, he would have noticed that his strength had suddenly and inexplicably increased, but it was a pity that his mind was now focused on the book "Nine Fencing Ways to Flip Loneliness" in his hand, and he did not notice this.

Monroe fastened his pants and went back to the camp to read the book well by the light of the fire, so as not to miss something wrong, which would be bad. But as soon as he took a step, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

This book "Nine Fencing Ways to Flip Loneliness" is his adventure, his great secret, how can he just go back with no one else around, wouldn't it be terrible for others to see it? If this matter reached Patton's ears, it would be even more bad, and that fellow might come to snatch it!

Thinking of this, Monroe stopped, and instead of returning to the camp, he took two more steps, allowing his figure to disappear more into the darkness. Then he found a branch in the ground around him and practiced with what was written in the book.

But at this point, I would like to "thank" Mr. Barton.

If it weren't for the fact that he deliberately set up a bonfire in the slave camp to supervise them in order to prevent them from escaping in the middle of the night for fear of attack, he might not be able to read the contents of this book very clearly here.

Hmph, this Mr. Barton's sinister intentions, but it also served some good purposes.

But Monroe thought about it for a moment, and he quickly abandoned these distractions, followed the patterns in the books, and practiced there with a rotten branch.

Monroe now deliberately hid himself in the dark to block the eyes of others, but he also closed off a lot of his own perspective in doing so, so he didn't notice that not too far away from him, there was also a person who was moving in the dark.

The man didn't hold a branch in his hand, but kept gesturing with the palms of his hands, and his feet followed the movements of his body, stopping from time to time, bending down to pick up an open book on the ground and read it for a while. And if you turn to the cover of the book in the man's hand, you can see a word written in the lingua franca.

"Eighteen Palm Movements to Subdue the Dragons"

The signature underneath the name is, Grand Knight Thief Guevara.

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