"Our little village is called Ferchen, and if we were to be counted in a straight line, we were not far from Sagoth, or even closer to Elbuck Castle from us. But in reality, if you want to get from here to Sagos, you have to take a big detour, because as you can see, the distance between Ferchen and Sagos is blocked by these high and steep cliffs, narrow bays and rivers. At this point, the village chief of Ferchen paused, looked at Kersmod again, and then continued, "Then what are your specialties that can be exchanged for our food, and the trust you have in them? We will not provide you with food for free, nor can we let a person of unknown origin stay with us until we find out your identity." Some thieves disguise themselves as if they were to spend the night with others, as you do, and then start committing crimes when their owners are asleep. I've heard a lot of tricks like this. ”

"I'm a traveler from Wocheze, well, I'm good at fighting people, I'm more confident in that, but it may not be of much use to you...... Well, I've got a lot of strength, so I should be fine with some heavy lifting. Germerd said with a smile.

"You say you're good at fighting people, right? Our small village has been ransacked by gangsters controlled by someone before. They were outnumbered, took our food and livestock, and killed some of the villagers who did not submit to them. We are angry, we can't defend ourselves, we're just rustic peasants...... However, with some simple training, some people here are able to be stronger than them. We need someone who is good at fighting to teach us how to fight against those hateful guys. The village chief showed an unusually unwilling and excited look.

"I think I have the ability to teach you how to defend yourself. Kosmerd said confidently.

"Really, you're going to help us? Oh, that's great! We're going to be so grateful, sir. I will order the villagers to assemble here and be trained by you. If you can teach us how to defend ourselves, I promise you will receive everything we can give in return for your efforts. The village chief said gratefully.

"Ah, before that, can you give me a full meal, because I'm so hungry!" said Kosmead with a wry smile.

"Okay, no problem!" replied the village chief.

For the next few days, Kersmoud spent the next few days in the village, Ferchen, training some of the peasants in martial arts. First of all, he will give them a theoretical explanation to turn these peasants into valiant warriors, during which they will learn the basics of battle and how to deal with all battles with composure. He then gave some of the most basic training to those peasants. After some training, these farmers have mastered the training content one after another. Next, in the actual combat drill with these farmers, Kersmund explained how to better defend and attack, so that they could accumulate experience and prepare in advance.

Of course, in such a short period of time, he could only let these peasants master basic fighting skills, and would not involve such an extension as fighting intelligence.

Shortly after nightfall, when Ksmerd was about to continue training the villagers, a villager who had rushed back from outside the village rushed to the village, shouting for urgency.

A group of gangsters are coming towards Ferchen from the north of the village.

The village chief immediately ran to Ksmerd and begged him to organize the militia he had trained to resist the intrusive gangsters.

; Korsmoud immediately organized and led a militia of about twenty men to prepare for battle, and briefly explained to the villagers what he had decided to do.

The militiamen were all dressed in linen and felt hats, and armed with scythes, targets, and even sticks, which they used for farm and household chores, or for caring for animals, while Kosmerd held a notched kitchen knife. He led the villagers in an ambush at the entrance to the village from which the robbers had come, and when the robbers swarmed into the village and wondered that they had met no resistance, Kersmoud took the lead in throwing a stone at one of the robbers. The robber was hit in the head by the stone he thrown, and although he did not faint, he immediately held his head and screamed. And the militia also followed him and threw stones in their hands, hitting many robbers.

After throwing a round of stones, Kersmund took the lead and rushed out like an arrow from a string, and raised his kitchen knife in his hand to slash at a robber with lightning speed. The militiamen immediately rushed out one after another, surrounded the group of robbers in the middle, and a scuffle began.

There were nearly thirty of them, and most of them were much better equipped and armed than the militiamen, with nomadic armor and knives, more than one level higher than the militiamen's linen and kitchen knives. But there are also a few robbers wearing raw fur coats who are equipped with similar equipment to these militiamen, and there are even a few robbers who come here with **** tops.

After cutting down a robber with a single knife, Kersmod immediately picked it up, threw away the notched kitchen knife, and continued to fight the robbers.

The robbers, who had been ambushed and raided by the Kermund and the militia, had lost their morale from the start, and outlaws like them, who had relied on the momentum they had ignited before the war, had been thwarted by the militia from the start. And then, the militia led by Sensed fought bravely, which made it even more difficult for the group of robbers to deal with, and soon the robbers were defeated and began to flee. And with that single knife, Kersmund slashed and killed nearly ten robbers alone.

In the chaos, several robbers broke out of the militia and fled frantically outside the village, running really fast. And Ksmerd, of course, could not let these fellows escape easily, and immediately turned and ran under a tree not far away, mounted his horse, and pursued the fleeing robbers.

Riding a horse and wielding a single knife, he quickly chased after a robber and slashed at the back of the robber's neck. The robber fled defenselessly, and he slashed the back of the neck with a slash, and with a muffled grunt, he fell to the ground and died.

In this way, Germund rode after the fleeing robbers, and ended their lives with a single sword.

This battle between the militia and the bandits ended in a complete victory for the militia.

After helping the villagers of Ferchen defeat the robbers, Kosmerd received some food from the villagers in addition to a single knife, but he did not accept any of the dinars that the villagers wanted to give him, because he knew that the villagers needed the money more than he did......

Early the next morning, he set out for Sagos in a large enough flax sack, with enough food, and, of course, water.

Before sending him off, the villagers showed him the way and explained what he had to pay attention to on the way.

With detailed instructions from the villagers, and most importantly enough food and water with him, Kersmoud had no worries about the trip. He believed that in a few days he would be able to walk through the streets of Sagoth.

After four days and three nights of sleeping, Korsmed finally arrived at Sargoth, the capital of the Nord Kingdom and the capital of the Karad Empire, which once unified the continent of Calradia.

The town was bustling with activity, and the two towns of Woche and Riwache that Bixmoud had seen were much larger, and the streets were bustling with traffic and people. When he entered the gates of Sagoth, he was stunned by the bustle he had never seen before, and it took him a while to get used to the bustle of the crowd.

He dismounted and led the horse slowly down the street. He inquired and searched for most of the day before he found the location of the Royal Military Academy of Sagos.

He has taken a lot of wrong roads, but this is not necessarily a bad thing, because it is often after some wrong roads that people can get to know a strange town more realistically.

In front of the high gate of the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, Ksmund looked inside, and the first thing that caught his eye was a garden-like area full of flowers and trees, but the area was so vast that it seemed to have no end. Some buildings are scattered throughout the area. When he looked at it from afar, he could already see that the buildings were very tall and imposing, especially one of the tall towers, which was at least twice as tall as the tower of the church in the convent where he had been before. He imagined what it would be like to stand on the top floor of this tower and look out from afar.

But now, he couldn't even step through the door carved with the nine characters of "Royal Military Academy of Sagoth" - several guards stood in front of him, not allowing him to enter easily.

Then, after some patient questioning, he learned from the guards some important information about the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, as well as about his future.

; First of all, Kersmund learned that the admission of new students to the Royal Military Academy of Sago began on the first day of August each year and lasted only three days. And now it's late June, which means he has a little more than a month to prepare for his enrollment. And when he learned that he would have to pay a tuition fee of 1,000 dinars a year after becoming a student at the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Such an expensive tuition fee was too much for him to expect.

Penniless at this time, he left the door of the Royal Military Academy of Saagos in frustration, and then led his horse out of Sagos. Outside the gates of Sagoth, he rode his horse and galloped across a vast field to vent his frustration. He really wanted to get away from Sagoth and go somewhere else. However, he finally came to Sagos, and the Royal Military Academy of Sagos was in front of him just now, how could he be willing to give up so easily.

Soon, there was only one thought left in his mind - to make money, and in a month's time, he would earn enough dinars for tuition.

As he roamed the fields and forests south of Sagoth, he spotted many robbers near him. These robbers often come in groups and are most likely to stop and rob lone pedestrians.

A group of robbers of more than a dozen people had their eyes on Ksmurd, standing in his direction from a distance, trying to stop him. Kersmoud wanted to take a detour to avoid the group of robbers, but he suddenly had an idea, and this thought immediately made his heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

In the eyes of the desperate Kersmed, these outlaws had suddenly become a source of dinars - killing these robbers and then selling what they got from them for money, neither breaking the edicts of the lords and nobles, nor violating morality, but it was a bit risky. However, Seemer understood the danger of wealth, and that if he wanted to get more dinar in less time, he had to take a risk proportional to the amount of wealth he could get.

Kersmod, who had made a decision immediately, faced the group of robbers, not only did not take a detour, did not retreat, but also accelerated and rushed straight towards the robbers.

As he approached the group of robbers, Kosmund had taken out the single knife he had taken from another group of robbers from a sack tied to the side of the saddle.

"It's a robbery, understand, I'll give you a chance to hand over all your stuff, or my brothers and I will kill you, understand?"

"Money or death, lad. If you don't run, we'll torture you to death. ”

"You're lucky to have met us and you're in a really good mood today. Hand over all your money and we'll let you out alive. ”

The robbers shouted at Korsmund from afar, and threw stones at him. Faced with the stones that flew like raindrops, Kersmed had to use his single knife to block and dodge appropriately, but he and his horse under his crotch were still inevitably hit by a few stones.

Fortunately, Kersmond dismounted quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the place where the robbers were.

A **** robber with his upper body and a butcher knife in his hand rushed in front of Kersmund first. Before he could slash at Kersmond, Korsmer slashed out and struck the robber in the neck like lightning.

Blood gushed from the long, deep wound in the robber's neck, and he fell to the ground without even a scream.

After Smund hacked the robber to death, he immediately slashed at the next robber without paus......

The battle lasted nearly half an hour before it ended, and a total of twelve robbers were hacked to death by Ksmerd. He showed no mercy to his men, and since he was calculated by Sephia, Kosmed had sworn never to be soft on any wicked man, let alone soft-hearted.

If his riding skills had been better, he could have ended the fight more quickly, as he had many ineffective attacks because he couldn't get the crotch running and the slash of the knife in his hand to work well together. Once, he even stopped his horse in front of him by two desperate robbers because of an offensive mistake, but fortunately he reacted quickly and turned in time, so that the robbers did not take the opportunity to surround him and cut him or his horse down, but his waist was still inevitably cut by a long bloody mark from the tip of a single knife.

In addition to this not deep knife wound, there were also several wounds left on his body, but they were all red and swollen caused by the stone. And the wounds on his crotch horse that were smashed by stones were more numerous than his.

After hacking the last robber to death, he dismounted, gasped for breath, and then untied the linen bag that was tied to the saddle. A few days ago, he had filled this flax bag with a pile of food, as well as a large bottle of water, and after a few days of consumption, he had almost eaten all the food, and there was not much water left in the bottle. He hid the two remaining pieces of bread in the bag and took the water bottle out for the time being.

Next, he stuffed the various weapons used by the robbers—single knives, short axes, butcher knives, and even wooden clubs—into his flax bag, which was fortunately large enough to contain more than half of the space for the dozen or so weapons. So he stripped off the robbers' fur coats, nomadic armor, woollen hats, and stuffed them into the sack. Finally, he put the bag full of booty on his horse, and he rode back to Sagoth with it.

However, none of the weapons and armor dealers he found on the streets of Sagos dared to recycle the weapons and armor in his bag. Later, it took him half a day to inquire and find a black market in Sagoth. Without hesitation, a grocer on the black market accepted his bag of loot and paid him sixty-six dinars.

As he had taken sixty-six dinars and was about to leave with joy, the grocer, with his shrewd little eyes, his slender face, and a handful of goatees, shouted at him: "Hey, little brother, I think I've got what you need here, aren't you going to look at it and consider buying one or two?

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