"I actually sold the rags I painted for 200 gold, and my brother's soul is already lining up in hell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Otto returned from sword practice and stood wet in the doorway of the hallway wiping his hands.

"Hey, the mansion is going to be sold anyway, and I'm going to brag about selling all the dead rats in the fireplace for a good price. When Frederick retorted, he suddenly saw Otto drenched, and he was stunned, squinted and asked, "Are you raining?"

"Sweating. Otto wiped his hands, threw the towel over his shoulder, and turned to walk up the spiral staircase, skilfully tying up his blue hair with a ribbon: "This spirit of being a rascal has not changed, brother." Then try to sell it for a good price, brother, sell it for a good price with your festival, anyway, I will go to Wiener in ten days to participate in the knighthood ceremony, and I won't be able to come back to live in the mansion for a while. ”

Frederick stood in the hall, looked up at Otto's perfect back, and said solemnly, "Thank you, Otto. ”

"Tsk. Otto snorted in annoyance, flicked his ponytail, and walked away with his head held high: "I'm in a hurry to take a bath, so I'm too lazy to quarrel with you." It's not to support you. ”

Frederick saw that the steps Otto had walked on were full of wet footprints, and frowned and asked Sir Farragut beside him, "Are you sure Otto is not raining?"

"Your Royal Highness, Lord Otto's strength is unfathomable, and it is inseparable from his hard work. Farragut stared at the wet footprints and beckoned the servant to mop the floor: "According to the Sanskrit scriptures, uranium lyase, which stimulates the liver to produce the 'fire element', is a very lazy biological enzyme, and it is activated only when the concentration of adrenaline rises and the production of combat hormones is abundant. So every time Lord Otto practiced his sword, he would sweat like rain, because he was repeatedly practicing his physical limits. ”

"Lancelot, are they like that too?"

"Knights who want to be strong are like that. Sir Farragut bowed: "When you practice your sword, you will understand - divine grace radiation is not easy to come by, it is the accumulation of knight's sweat, and it is a proof of knight's strength." ”

Frederick walked up the stairs and squatted down, picked up a drop of sticky sweat, sniffed it, smelled the fishy smell, put the tip of his tongue and tasted it, it was slightly salty and bitter, it was really sweat.

"After I'm busy with the things at hand, I'm about to start stepping into the knight's cultivation life. The radiation value of only 27 cannot control the ideal messenger. We need to catch up with Otto as soon as possible. Frederick frowned.

"What is Otto's radiant power?" asked Frederick looking back.

"This is important information that every knight will hide. Unless it is a moment of life and death, no one will easily expose their true strength. Farragut whispered, "Lord Watson, who you killed, was forced out of the limit power by Sir Lancelot just before he died: 220. Based on this, we speculate that the average of the High Order of Sirisha is between 185 and 227, and that the radiant power of the 'Knights of the Dreadnought' of Sirisha must be higher than this value. This is all key military intelligence, and its importance can be imagined. So, Your Highness, we do not know the maximum power radiated by Lord Otto's divine grace. ”

Frederick nodded in agreement. He gently rubbed the sweat on his index finger, remembering the complex message of "knightly force", because he not only wanted to become one of them, but also to climb its peak, and become the uncrowned king of all Van Knight knights in the world.

As soon as he thought of systematically learning the precepts of knights, and then becoming stronger step by step, Frederick couldn't help but be nervous and excited.

"You will find it a novelty, but allow me to remind you that stepping into knightly training is not as good as the first night, Your Highness the Count. Sir Farragut grimly reminded the distracted Earl, "In fact, the training is about the same as drowning. ”

"Drowning?" Frederick suddenly fell out of his mind.

"Yes, the cycle repeats. Sir Farragut coldly shattered the Earl's vision, "four hours at a time, three times a day. ”

"Three times?!" Frederick was stunned.

"It's a fucking world, isn't it, Count. Farragut smiled cruelly.

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Three days later, Frederick led his servants to stand at the gate of the manor and waved goodbye to the tyrants:

"Have a good trip, President!"

"Goodbye buddy, I'll miss you!"

"Can the carriage carry the statue? If you want, you can sell a stallion for 10 gold for a cheap price - well, no offense, have a good trip. ”

After buying the auction items that are satisfactory, the local tyrants from all walks of life returned satisfied. Frederick saw them off, and when he stood at the gate of the manor and sighed, "The weather is so nice," Walter strolled out with bread in his mouth. Dressed in fluttering silk pajamas and revealing his big furry belly, he paced behind Frederick Lang, squinting at the distant traffic, and sighed with emotion: "I never imagined that your house of garbage was sold for 2,200 gold coins." Frederick, your conscience has been eaten by dogs. ”

"Be kind to that painting. Frederick squinted at the traffic on the road and muttered unchanged: "Rubens's Last Judgment, which is one of the few valuable paintings, is my favorite." I may be able to redeem it again in the future. ”

"Oh, oh, give your sister in exchange, or ransom it for 100,000,000,000 gold coins - I have that painting in my possession, and I'm not going to be stupid enough to resell it to you. Walter triumphantly twisted his morning, greedily nibbling the slices of bread in his mouth, and handed Frederick a small plate by the way: "A slice of fried toast?"

Frederick picked up a piece of golden toast and looked into the distance as he chewed: "You came early in the morning just to tell me this?"

"No, no, no," Walter shook his index finger earnestly, "you're here to see them off, and I'm here to see you off, my dear, now that I own the mansion, are you honestly packing up your things and moving away?"

Walter finally used the depreciation price of 800 gold coins to auction the 70-year ownership of William's Mansion.

"Looks like you've been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Kicking Frederick out of the door or something, is that so exciting for you?Can you make up for this all day, can you pursue it a little?" Frederick finished his toast and turned around and walked towards the mansion: "I still have Bafaria business to deal with, so I will stay in the mansion for two days." ”

"No, no, no!" Walter chased after him in his slippers, "your sister can stay, you have to get out!" And that maid, oh my God, that vicious fat maid, you are not welcome, not at all!

"You're getting more and more humorous. Frederick went straight into the mansion.

"You have 24 hours to move out!" shouted Walter as he stood in the manor, "You have 23 hours and 49 minutes to move, I'm serious!"

No one answered. Walter stood alone on the grass for a long time, as lonely as an abandoned woman in a cold palace. The green grasshopper jumped on his hairy calf, and he jumped up and down in disgust, and walked into the mansion with a curse.