What can be changed by a word of dissatisfaction? This may be something that many people have tried, but it has not come to fruition. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But now, when the man saw his son's stubborn eyes, he changed his mind in a rare way.

But before that, he still has to make sure. Many times, people make bad decisions because of their own impulses, so he must make sure again that his children have made up their minds.

"Hiko. Do you know what you mean by that?"

"Of course. Old man, I want to be a warrior. A real Nord warrior, I don't want to grow up and be just a piece of waste. I don't want to be protected and looked down upon. ”

Hiko stared intently at his father, the bearded man who was now looking at him with a strange look. There was a look of nostalgia in that kind of eyes, and even from there, Hiko saw heart-wrenching remorse. Although I know that my father is a person with a very good story. But from this look, you can still see that Hiko finds that he seems to be thinking a little too simple.

And just when Yan wanted to find out more, he found that the old man of his family had already restrained all his expressions. He put on the cold appearance that no one could enter, just like the glacier of Areste that would not melt for tens of thousands of years.

"Since that's what you think, well. I'll start training you, but only after you're healed and ready to get out of bed. Let me remind you first that once the man of Nord says something, he cannot regret it even if he dies. So, you have no way back. Stick around and become a Nord fighter, or the worst, you know?"

"Don't worry, old man. I have this determination, isn't it just training? Just wait to see me become the greatest warrior in the history of the Nords. ”

Saying this unashamedly, Hiko's face immediately showed a pitiful look.

"Old man, the contents of that pot are boiling. Also, I'm hungry!"

"Hungry?" the tall man nodded knowingly, glancing at what was simmering on the fire. "Stay still, I'll bring you something to eat. ”

With that, the man stood up. Walked to the edge of the fire pit and began to operate the meal with difficulty. The reason why he is said to be difficult is because this tall man has only one arm, and his right hand is gone shoulder to shoulder, and he can only rely on his left hand to do all the work. Scoop food from the pot, serve in a bowl, and bring it over with a spoon. This is undoubtedly a very easy thing for normal people, but it is much more complicated for men to do.

But although it is done very slowly, it is very overturned. But men are very calm when they do this. Accustomed to having only one hand, he already has his own way of life. And this way of life has become something that father and son are accustomed to. He didn't need his own father to feed such a shameful thing, and Yan, who felt a little strength on his body, took the wooden bowl directly from the man's hand, and then scooped a large mouthful of stewed sticky meat that was almost the same as paste, and stuffed it directly into his mouth without even blowing.

The hot food made him breathe in the cold air, but the torture of hunger still made him desperate to swallow the food into his stomach pouch. Soon, he swallowed a bowl of things. And just as he reached back for the bowl, ready for a second bowl. The tall one-armed man stopped him immediately.

"Your injuries are not healed yet, and eating too much will affect your recovery. ”

"Well, you have the say. But, old man, I remember that my wounds shouldn't have been like this!" Hearing his father's words, Hiko lifted the blanket covering his body and glanced at the wounds on his body.

There was no blood on his chest, which was bound by a bandage made of linen, and it was evident that his flesh wounds were almost healed. Although there will be bouts of pain when breathing, it should be the cause of the injury to the bone, but compared to the beginning, his current injury is really a little too light.

This made Hiko curious, so he began to ask his father. If the old man in his own house had this kind of medical treatment, then Yan really didn't mind learning one more life-saving craft.

What kind of heart his son is, the man really knows too well. So he just shook his head and interrupted Hiko's delusions before they could take root.

"This is my original collection, the holy water from the Temple of the Mother of Life. There are three bottles left, and one bottle is for you. ”

Hearing this name, Hiko chose to give up as soon as possible. The Great Temple in the Southern Plains was thousands of miles away from the frozen northern country. In a world without planes and trains, it takes a lot of time to get there. And Hikoko knew very well that he didn't have that much time to waste on this kind of trip.

"Okay, okay. It seems that there is no way out. Oh, by the way, what about the bear? Don't tell me you let it run!"

Although from his current situation, he can guess that his father killed him in time. But for the wasteland bear that seriously injured him, Hiko still has a problem. This was a battle that almost cost him his own life, and for the culprit, Hiko had enough hatred in his heart to burn him to ashes.

"Bear?" put away the bowl, and the one-armed father glanced up at Hiko, then buried his head again. "Didn't you just eat that?"

"Oh, I said, how does it feel wrong? It's all out of food, how can there be such fat fresh meat. But, old man, this smell is really weird, what the hell did you put in it? ”

"Heart, liver, gallbladder, and some hind leg meat. Why, isn't it delicious?" said the man, scooping a spoonful of the contents of the pot and putting it in his mouth, and savoring it.

Just as Hikoko thought, his father had a puzzled look on his face. Apparently he didn't realize what a disgusting meal he was stewing.

The internal organs and meat of primitive wild animals are directly minced and boiled without treatment, and you can imagine how choking the smell is. The fishy smell combined with the peculiar smell of the internal organs is enough to make any person with a normal sense of taste feel painful. Hikoko is this person with a normal sense of taste, and his father is clearly not.

"You should add a little pepper to it, and before simmering, it's best to soak what you're going to stew in wine. If you can, it's okay to put some herbs in it. ”

Reminiscing about the awkward taste in his mouth, Hiko tried his best to explain to his old man the mistakes he had made in preparing the food. But it was greeted with a very strong slap in the face.

slapped his own bear child hard, and the man's face was very ugly and reprimanded.

"Some of them are good to eat, and they are picky. Soak in wine, do you have so much wine at home? And put pepper and herbs, who are you the noble young master of whose family?"

"Noble young master, which noble young master would run to this ghost place!" Yan muttered and complained as he touched the back of his beaten head. Obviously, he doesn't agree with his father's reason for teaching him. And this immediately gave the tall one-armed man the urge to explode again.

However, looking at the miserable appearance of his bear child wearing a bandage, the man still put down his raised hand with difficulty, and then glared at Yan angrily.

"I'm teaching you a lesson next time!

"I know, I know! Isn't it just a fat beating, and it's not that I haven't been beaten. Waving his hand indifferently, Hiko didn't take this useless reprimand to heart at all. Even at this time, his old man was reluctant to attack himself, and he leaned forward with a straight face.

"I said, old man, what are you going to teach me. I still remember when I was a kid when you took me out to sea and hacked that big shark to death. Why don't we discuss it, let's learn that first. ”

"Hmph, you're quite discerning!" looked at himself as a quirky boy who didn't look like his own personality at all. The one-armed man also had a playful meaning. "That move is the meaning of my life's martial arts, although it only shows a little bit of power, but it is enough for that level of sea monster to give the head. Why, you want to learn that trick. I can tell you, it's not as simple as you think. If you don't train yourself to the point where you can cut through the tide, you won't be able to learn this trick!"

"What, split the tide?" As soon as he heard such outrageous words, Hiko's mind immediately became a piece of mush. "No, I remember you just took your sword and casually swung it down and hacked the big shark to death. How did it have anything to do with the tide? You're not going to bluff me, old man!"

Watching his own bear child use his hand to draw a rough and shallow downward chopping action that he can't even look at. The one-armed man's face immediately became quite ugly.

"Is this what I was doing, are you sure you're looking at your dad and me and not anyone else? ”

"Isn't it ugly? "Didn't you just take your sword and pull it down, I remember it clearly, you accidentally slashed the sword on the side of the ship. If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Captain was scared by your big guy, I think he would have made you pay for it. If that's the case, maybe our father and son will have to wipe the floor on someone's boat for a month or two!"

"Shut up, bastard!" said the one-armed man almost gritted his teeth with another slap on the back of the head. "I can see it, you don't even have the slightest instinct to use a sword. In that case, we'll start with the basics when your injuries heal. 10,000 swings a day, and that's it. If you don't have talent, you can supplement it with hard work, which is the best way. ”

Ten thousand times? Hiko, who has learned how to strike iron, knows very well what an exaggerated number this is. Even if you forge a good sword, you won't need to swing the hammer 10,000 times a day. Thinking of this, Yan really wanted to ask his old man, whether this was a personal vendetta.

But looking at the coldness on the old man's face, he looks hideous that you dare to refute and try it for Lao Tzu. Yan wisely chose to give up! And in an instant, his heart began to cry and wail.

However, when it comes to regretting it, it may not be, at least if he were asked to make another choice, Hiko would still choose to do it.

The path he chose, even if he broke his leg and crawled on his knees, he had this awareness. I also firmly believe that I can go to the end!