When Ola's father said this, Minded suddenly became angry, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: Am I not sure about winning him, or have I never thought about winning him? This thought made Mindmer's heart beat faster, and the blood in his whole body suddenly boiled. Because he used to be able to stand on the edge of the arena and silently watch and learn the fighting skills of those fighters, over time, he subconsciously regarded those fighters as teachers-like predecessors, and regarded the old nun Marit, who could fight ten regular fighters at a time when she was young, as a high-ranking existence. Thinking that Marit was now so old and frail that she could still fight five regular fighters at once, Ksmed couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that if she couldn't defeat the regular fighter in front of her today, it would be too embarrassing for Marit.

So, Kosmerd lifted his spirits and took the initiative to attack Ola's father. Ola's father could clearly sense the change in Kosmer - his sudden burning fighting spirit and desire to win, and, of course, his sharper shots. Ora's father did not dare to slack off, and immediately fought with all his might.

Soon, however, the regular fighter discovered the horror of Ksmerd. He had expected that Kosmerd would attack him and then take an impetuous and aggressive approach—he had seen too many young men like that. However, Kosmer was the complete opposite, and although his fighting spirit and desire to win were so strong, his style of play was extremely calm and calm, as if he already knew everything, including the outcome of this duel.

It was this calmness and firmness that made Ola's father feel terrible. It seemed that Kersmed had seen through his opponent, and knew every move he was about to use. It seemed that Minder was just waiting for a moment, a moment that could end this duel, and that moment, as if it were coming suddenly.

Ola's father felt that almost every time Kersmer struck, he could hit his weak spot unexpectedly, and while he was also attacking, if he hadn't reacted quickly and blocked or dodged in time, he might have been knocked down by Korsmer's blow. It can also be said that it was the judgment of Korsmod that was not very accurate, or the shot was not fast enough, so that the error occurred, giving Ola's father time to block or dodge.

Although Kosmer's multiple shots did not achieve the ultimate goal, they had disrupted the rhythm of this regular fighter's attack, and his style of play of advancing and retreating made it difficult for this regular fighter to adapt, which was a style of play he had never seen before - no blocking, no dodging, only attacking, and the pursuit was to rush ahead of the opponent with extremely fast shooting speed to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy with one blow. In this way, this regular fighter, who did not dare to fight with Kersmoed, soon fell into passivity, and gradually fell into a stagger, only parrying and dodging, and almost no return fire.

Ola's father suddenly felt that Korsmod was actually practicing with him in mind, making his style of play mature and seemingly trying to break through some kind of limit. He's trying, and he's going to succeed eventually, and it seems like it's just a matter of time. This kind of thinking made this regular fighter, who had made martial arts a daily routine, suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, as if he was gradually being controlled by the other party, and he was bound to lose in the end. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and even re-experienced the nervousness, unease, and fear he had when he first fought someone. He gradually felt overwhelmed after dealing with one surprise attack after another by Kosmer.

When Ola's father was knocked to the ground by a blow from Kersmer, the first reaction of the regular fighter was: It's finally over! He secretly breathed a sigh of relief before he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"It was your son who provoked me first, and I just taught him a lesson for you so that he could learn some necessary etiquette. Now that the old accounts have been settled, I hope you will learn your lesson. Kersmud coldly dropped this sentence and walked away without looking back, leaving behind the father and son who had fallen to the ground and could not get up, and Tema, who was stunned by the side.

When Germund returned to the orphanage, the first thing he did was to go to Marit and share with her the joy of his victory and the excitement of unexpectedly breaking through the bottleneck. However, Marit is not in the orphanage. After asking a few priests and nuns, Korsmud finally found Marit on the top floor of the convent's church tower, leaning against a window and looking into the distance.

Ksmund crept up behind her and looked out the window as well. Through this window, he could see the landscape of the small half of the car, and he could also look out at the end of the dense houses, a sea connected to the clear sky, as blue as a dream. Looksmerd glanced at Marit from behind, and saw that she was staring intently at where the water was, motionless. Instead of bothering her, Kersmoud turned his gaze to the distant waters.

"What are you looking at, kid?" asked Maritt faintly, having already noticed the arrival of Cosmod.

Seemer replied, "Look at what you see." ”

"How do you know what I'm looking at?" asked Maritt, turning to look at Kersmode, smiling.

"Of course I do!"

"Kid, sometimes, you can't be too confident!haha, after half a year in the little dark room, you finally couldn't help it and ran out to fight again?"

"That's right!" replied Ekmerd excitedly, "I not only defeated Ola today, but also his father, the regular fighter!

"Haha, kid, seeing you so excited, I thought you won the championship! It turned out that you just defeated a regular fighter and broke through a small bottleneck, kid, you still have a long way to go, don't get carried away, and train steadily!" Marit admonished.

"Well, I'm going to keep working hard and win the championship one day!" said Kosmoed, firmly.

"Actually, there is nothing remarkable about a competitive champion! Remember, child, that your worst enemy is always yourself!" said Marit, who suddenly coughed violently, as if from agitation.

"What's wrong with you, Maritt? Are you sick?" asked Kersmund as he stepped forward with concern.

Marit waved her hand at Kersmod to signal that she was okay, then turned around and looked out the window again, and after a while, she said slowly, "If I had a grandson or granddaughter, I would probably be your age now, right?"

"What?" said Kersmed, "who are your sons and daughters, Marit, and who is your husband? Do they know you're here?"

"When they died, they all went to heaven or hell, but I am the only one who lives, living in this cape. Marit replied, her tone filled with endless sadness.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew in through the window, bringing a wave of turmoil between heaven and earth, perhaps mixed with the smell of the sea......

The winter of the fifteenth year when Germund was fifteen years old was particularly cold, and the old and frail Marit, who could not survive that winter, passed away like many old people and went to a warm paradise.

At Marit's funeral, Kersmer was not the only one who wept, but Kersmer was the one who cried the saddest. In the eyes of Mindman, Marit was his only relative, so when this loved one passed away in his life, the pain he suffered was incomprehensible to others, let alone incomprehensible.

On her deathbed, Marit called Ksmerd to the bed, and then, with her pale and withered hands, she placed a black pendant in the shape of a cross into his hand, and said to him with a smile: "Thank you, child, for your stubbornness and determination, which have given me hope. And your eyes have always been so straightforward and kind, this is because you have an honest and brave heart, I hope you can keep it all the time, don't let it be polluted and distorted. I'll leave this thing to you, it's better than burying it for me. May it bring you good luck, or, when you need the dinar urgently, you can sell it, because this thing is quite valuable, and the material is pure natural obsidian. ”

Kersmund wanted to say that he would never sell it, but he couldn't weep anymore, he couldn't speak, he could only shake his head vigorously.

"If you have the opportunity to see Xie Rena in the future, help me give her a message and tell her: In fact, I didn't think she was my student before I broke with her. Because I have long regarded her as my daughter, I will always have a place in my heart for her, like a mother who always has her door open for her children. And you, child, I have always treated you like a grandson. I regret that I couldn't teach you how to ride a horse, you must learn to ride a horse in the future, good riding skills and a good horse can make you stronger! I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, but I forget how long it was, let me do the math. Marit said calmly.

Germund nodded vigorously, wiping tears from his eyes, and waited for Marit to tell her how long it had been since she had ridden. However, this is forever. Marit, while Ksmerd was waiting, had passed away. In the spring of Korsmer's sixteenth year, the climate was warm and everything was growing, as always, but Kersmund was not as vigorous as he had been. Marit's death hit him hard, and his whole person was instantly crushed. He shut himself up in the little dark room almost all the time, doing nothing but sitting in a daze, often with tears streaming down his face, crying silently, and sometimes holding the black pendant in the shape of a cross that Marit had left him, and looking at it intently for a long time.

Day after day, after nearly half a month, he came out of the excruciating pain, but he still could not return to normal. Although he no longer confined himself to a small dark room almost all the time, he never stepped out of the monastery to walk outside, and the only other place he would go to was the church. In the church, he sometimes wanders, sometimes sits, the church is large, and his heart is empty. More often than not, he would go to the top floor of the church tower, stop at the window where Marit had leaned, and look out at the distant meeting of the sea and the sky, as if searching, as if waiting, and always at a loss......

It wasn't until late spring and early summer that Kosmode finally picked himself up and gradually resumed his martial arts training. That spring was the most decadent time of Kersmer's life.

Summer came, and Eksmod decided to leave, to leave the orphanage, to leave the nest, to go far. He set a goal for himself to pursue, and also to give himself a reason to say goodbye to the days when he could only mourn and miss Marit in a state of loneliness and depression.

He had often heard that there was a royal military academy in Sagos, and that if the conditions were met, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, a rich merchant or a poor peasant, could be admitted to the academy without discrimination. And as long as he can successfully graduate from the Royal Military Academy of Sagos, then no matter how humble and weak the student is, he can immediately fly up the branches and become a noble and powerful phoenix. He wanted to go there and try it and make a difference in his destiny.

Finally, one day in the early summer of his sixteenth year, he quietly left the orphanage and prepared to leave the orphanage after leaving a note explaining his departure.

The legal age of majority in the Nord Kingdom was seventeen years old, and Kersmerd knew very well that when he grew up at seventeen, he would not show up and give him a coming-of-age ceremony, as the old priest had said. So, he chose to leave a year before he turned seventeen, and instead of waiting helplessly for his faith to be shattered in the reality that had arrived as scheduled, he did not hesitate to set out and pursue his glory in another way.

Ksmerd knew that Sagos was to the south of Wocheze, and that the two cities were separated by only one large bay, so it would be quick to reach Sargos by boat. However, he had never been penniless and had no money to buy a ferry ticket, but he had an idea.

He quietly left the orphanage in the middle of the night, carrying a small linen bag containing a bottle of water and a few pieces of bread. He strapped the flax bag around his waist, and after a run of stars and moons, he traveled several blocks to the harbor where the ship docked.

During the day, he spent almost a day in the harbor, constantly searching for his target, and keeping an eye out for changes in its movement, until it was completely dark, and he left for a while. At this moment, he was back in this port, and he didn't have to bother to find it at all, he found his target. It was a medium-sized cargo ship, the one he was going to take, and it was stopping in front of him at this moment. In addition to the raven flag that fluttered above the ship, which symbolized the national prestige of the Nord Kingdom and symbolized death and strength, three black characters of "Sagoth" written in large charcoal were prominently displayed on the stern of the ship.

When Kersmod saw the three big words "Sagoth", it was as if he saw Sagoth beckoning to him, which made him extremely excited. The large, thick cable tied the ship tightly to the dock, just in time for Kersmund to climb to the ship while the sailor on the night patrol was on the other side of the ship. He was agile and capable, and the rope wasn't too long, and it took him less than ten seconds to climb to the boat. The sailor didn't hear him fall into the boat, and no one else heard him, and Germund kept creeping down to the bottom of the ship. There was a large, dark room at the bottom of the boat, and when the door was closed, I couldn't see my fingers.

At first, Minded was anxious to see if there were any windows in the room, but then it occurred to him that he was at the bottom of the ship at the moment, and that perhaps this room was lower than the sea, and of course there would be no windows. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Kersmord groped his way up slowly, and found a number of wooden boxes half as tall as his body. Later, he found that in addition to the boxes, there were many linen bags in the cabin.

Sensed found a corner with only a few bags to hide in if anyone came. That shouldn't be possible, though. At least no one should come to see it until you arrive in Sagos. For in the daytime, he heard someone on the ship saying that it would set sail early tomorrow morning. In other words, as soon as the day dawns, the ship will leave immediately, and now it is less than two hours before dawn. And, in general, they are now asleep, and on this ship, except for Kosmund and the sailor who patrols the night, probably no one will be awake. When the day comes, the ship leaves, and until the ship arrives in Sagos, no one should come to this gloomy place. Thinking of this, Kersmod relieved himself.

According to Kersmode, the boxes and bags on the ship were clearly cargo destined for Sagoth. He stumbled upon a large bottle-like object on top of one of the boxes, and he took it down with both hands. He held the bottle in both hands and shook it to his ear, and found that it contained some kind of liquid, which seemed to be half a bottle.

He uncorked the bottle, smelled a strange and familiar smell, put his finger in the bottle, and then sniffed it carefully. The taste is a bit strong, but it doesn't smell bad, as if the liquid is some kind of liquor, but it could be something else. Kosmerd hadn't drunk anything, he had just smelled it, and he thought that the liquid tasted a little like wine, and that he might be able to drink this bottle. Germund took the bottle off the box and lay down comfortably on the bags. If you're going to be at sea for a long time, it should be nice to have this bottle by your side.