Chapter XXXII: Diary and Duel

Bill's Steward's Diary: February 19, 167 in the Union calendar, fine. This afternoon, I sent the young master to Dawn Academy to enroll. That Locke taught that the young master would not have a good life in a few years if he didn't lose weight, just like the great sword master who came to the house two months ago said. I invited the master over, and the master decided to hand over the young master to that Locke to teach weight loss and training, and also signed a letter of guarantee. The master asked me to stay in the academy, obey Locke's instructions, and not to contact the young master, I can only wait and see, I agreed, but I felt in my heart that the young master would be very bad.

Sure enough, after the Locke teacher finished the meeting, he asked me to buy a cart of lettuce, carrots and celery back, and then took the young master with him. When I came back from shopping, the Locke teacher took me to a bluestone house and told me to pour everything on the ground. I felt that this place was like a quiet room for sword practice, and then I saw the young master huddled in the corner and wept. I couldn't talk to him and ask what was going on, so I asked what the young master of Locke was doing here?

That Locke smiled so fiercely, he said that this is where the young master will live in the future. Oh my God, there is no bed or couch in this place, not even a stove, how can the young master sleep?

Locke didn't care, he said that a straw mat and a blanket on the ground were enough, and that there was no need for a stove. If the young master feels cold, he can get up and exercise at night, and he won't be cold if he sweats a little. As for living here, the main thing is that this stone house is soundproof, and no matter how noisy the young master is, it will not affect the sleep of other students.

I asked him what he was going to eat for the young master that night? He pointed to the vegetables I bought on the ground and said, "The young master will eat these things for the next three days." I was amazed, did he raise the young master as a rabbit? I told him tactfully, the young master didn't like to eat vegetables, especially those that had not been cooked. He smiled happily, and patted me on the shoulder and said it didn't matter, people were so hungry that even the dead dared to gnaw on them, let alone these vegetables.

This Locke is disgusting, cold-blooded, hard-hearted, and simply a devil. The young master fell into his hands, woo, the young master is so pitiful. I'm going to write it down and report it to my lord. He must not be spared.

Bill's Steward's Diary: February 20, 167 in the Union calendar, fine. The young master cried for most of the night last night, and no one paid attention to him. I tried to go over, but the assistant on duty stopped me and warned me not to approach the stone house without permission. I could only listen to the young master's cry from afar, and there was nothing I could do.

The young master cried for most of the night, and then he heard the sound of the young master eating those vegetables, very loudly. In this way, the young master cried for a while when he ate some vegetables, and then ate some vegetables after crying for a while, and he tossed until early in the morning before falling asleep.

In the afternoon, the Locke teacher came, took a few people to clean up the house, showered the young master, put on a coarse linen dress, and asked the young master to put his hand in front of him, saying what the pulse was. The young master kept crying and scolding, but the Locke taught them to ignore it, and said that he wanted to make a whip, which hurt but didn't hurt his bones or anything. Oh my God, do they treat the young master as a slave?

Then the Locke teacher called me over and gave me a drawing, asking me to build a bathroom for them in the academy, which was very large, and said that it was to make supporting facilities for the young master to lose weight. I suspect that they are faking the public, because I have never seen a bathroom with such a small all-wood room, and what kind of steam room, what a deceit!

Bill Steward's Diary: February 21, 167 in the Union calendar, fine. The young master nibbled on vegetables all night last night, but he didn't cry and make trouble like the night before.

Locke came again in the afternoon, and as he did yesterday, he showered the young master, called the pulse, and cleaned up the house, and asked me to buy another cart of vegetables. I secretly bought a few tomatoes and put them in it, and I believe that the young master will be very happy.

The budget for the bathroom blueprint given by Locke yesterday came out, and it will take more than a hundred gold coins to build it. After the report was submitted, the lord approved the construction, and the family sent people to the college for construction.

Bill's Steward's Diary: February 22, 167 in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master gnawed on the carrots all night last night, and this time the carrots seemed to be bought more.

Locke taught the young master to give him a pulse and asked him to take a bath for the young master, and gave me a list to buy medicinal materials, saying that it was to make potions for the young master to drink.

Bill's Steward's Diary: February 23, 167 in the Union calendar, cloudy. The young master was nibbling on celery last night, and the carrots were gone.

Locke taught a few people to press the young master and poured him a test tube potion, which should be very bitter, and the young master cried again.

Then the young master began to have diarrhea.

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Bill's Steward's Diary: February 31, 167 in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master slept peacefully last night, didn't snoring or say anything, and slept until dawn.

The young master has been drinking the medicine for diarrhea for the past few days, but the number of diarrhea diarrhea seems to be a little less today. The spirit is also better, not as pale and shaky as the diarrhea two days ago.

In the afternoon, Locke taught the young master to weigh himself, and the young master lost seventeen pounds. It's only been a few days, and it seems that the young master is expected to lose weight, which is really happy, but Locke taught that at least another hundred and seventy pounds must be lost to be considered a normal weight. Is this possible? It's hard to imagine that the young master will weigh only one hundred and fifty or sixty pounds like me.

Locke gave me another list of medicinal materials, saying that the young master didn't need to drink that diarrhea potion anymore. Because the greasy in the young master's stomach is basically excreted. Locke taught that he would start physical training tomorrow, and he would have to make potions for the young master again.

Bill Steward's Diary: February 32, 167 in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master slept well last night.

Locke came early in the morning, and he asked the young master to go to the school to run three laps, but the young master refused to run. Locke took out two fist-sized breads and said that if the young master was willing to run, he would give them to the young master to eat. The young master had been gnawing vegetables for more than ten days, and when he saw the bread, his eyes were red, so he pounced on it and grabbed it, but was knocked to the ground by Locke's teaching. Locke taught him to throw the bread into the toilet if he didn't run, and the young master continued to nibble on vegetables.

Just for the sake of these two black bread made of couscous, the young master went to the school field to run three laps, and in the last lap, the young master couldn't run, and it was almost impossible to complete the task. Locke's teaching made the young master walk around the school field for most of the circle, and the young master came back to his senses. Watching the young master desperately stuff bread into his mouth, I was really sad and wanted to cry.

The young master's recipe has changed from today. In the morning it was a bowl of porridge and two loaves of bread. Noon and evening are still vegetables. Now the young master has to do physical training every day. In the morning I run three laps, in the afternoon I do other training, and in the evening I have to run another three laps. After each workout, you have to drink a big bowl of salt water to say what is to replenish the salt of the body. Also drink a test tube of medicine before going to bed at night.

In the afternoon, the young master refused to train, because Locke taught the young master what rabbit jumps and what push-ups he could learn. Locke Jiaoxi really took out a whip and whipped it directly, and the young master screamed "whoop", and a blood mark appeared on his body. I wanted to go up to stop him, but I was grabbed by the teaching assistant next to me and warned me, saying that if I went up, they could send the young master home according to the guarantee signed by the master. I didn't dare to take this responsibility, so I could only hold back tears and watch the young master finish his training under the whip.

Bill's Steward's Diary: February 33, 167 in the Union calendar, fine. The young master hummed all night last night because of the beating, although after the training, Locke taught people to apply medicine to the young master, but the young master still couldn't sleep well in pain, and he was pulled up in the morning to continue physical training.

The good news today is that the college's baths were built thanks to the efforts of the family's craftsmen. In the evening, after the young master drank the potion, he was taken to the bathroom by Locke to take a steam bath, and I was also allowed to go in to serve the young master.

It turned out that the steam bath was to stay in the small wooden house, put a large pebble on the stove and put it in a basin to burn red, put it in a basin and move it in, and then pour water on the pebbles, and soon the wooden house was full of steam, so hot and hot, that people couldn't breathe. Everyone is stripped naked, Locke's body is really fit, and the young master is fat. I kept moving the red-hot pebbles in, pouring water on them, and sweating profusely. The young master lay on the wooden platform and did not move, and all that flowed from his body was oil and sweat. After about twenty minutes, the young master passed out. Locke taught that it was okay, the main thing was that the temperature was too high for him to breathe, and he would slowly wake up when he lifted the young master to a ventilated place, and after taking a shower with water, he could go to sleep.

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Bill's Butler's Diary: March 1, 167 in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master slept well last night, and he has been doing physical training for the past few days, and every time there is a teaching assistant with a whip to follow, if the young master is lazy, they will be slammed over, and the young master has to take a steam bath at night. I feel that the young master seems to be more energetic, he doesn't pant much when he walks and runs, and his strength seems to be a little bigger. Tonight, when I was taking a steam bath with the young master, the young master suddenly grabbed my hand, and it hurt me so much. The young master said that he was crazy when he wanted to eat meat, and asked me to find a way to get him some barbecue to taste.

But I didn't dare, because when the young master told me, he didn't know that there was the teacher who was taking the steam bath with him standing behind him, and the teacher glared at me fiercely, which was to warn me.

Locke did not come today. I heard that he has a house duel tomorrow, and then it's Challenger Day. I really can't think of anyone who is so arrogant as to teach silver in twenty-seven colleges alone, and claim to be invincible. Listening to those teachings, there are more than 1,600 foreign Silver Rank challengers, I don't believe that so many challengers and the Silver Sect of those academies can't defeat Locke's Sect, he is just a black iron swordsman. The tavern called Beauty and Sword in the college area has opened a plate, if you bet on Locke's teaching, I heard that it is a small silver coin to lose a gold coin, I went to bet on the next gold coin at night, and if I win, it will be a hundred gold fords. Hopefully, tomorrow Locke will lose.

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On March 2, the weather was clear.

Lorist walked around the academy at a leisurely pace, seemingly unaware of the upcoming duels in the academy.

Lorist had already received the dueling schedule from the academy last night, but it was only between the houses. The arrangement of that external challenge day is to start on March 3, that is, tomorrow, but there is no list of opponents, because Shi Fatzi forgot, or on purpose, he thinks that it doesn't matter if there is a list of challengers or not, it doesn't matter if there is a list of losers, things are very busy, who has the leisure to copy a list of losers. On the contrary, he gave El a very detailed list of the challengers, boasting about them, as if each of them could easily take Lorist off his horse.

"It can't be helped, it doesn't appeal to those who bet. It's a matter of money, and it can't be left out in detail. Shi Fatzi spread his hands and said innocently.

Lorist was too lazy to bother with him, but it was Violet Academy who came to the duel today, ranked twenty-first, and it seemed that there was no famous silver teaching, and Lorist himself felt a little unrefreshed.

Shi Fatzi was directing the law enforcement team members of the Law Enforcement Department of the Academy to set up a cordon, and even the elite members of the Sword Fighting Club were pulled by him. He said to Lorlist, who was bored looking around, "Don't rush to go, stay there and let you watch a good show." ”

Soon, the good show that Shi Fatzi said was staged. There was a crowd of black crows at the gate of the academy, and at the front were a group of silver teachers wearing the badge of the Violet Academy, all of them were arrogant and unstoppable. Most of the people who followed were people from other colleges who came to see the excitement.

Dean Levins stood on crutches in front of the indoor training hall that had just been urgently expanded by the academy for a month to attract the deans of other colleges, and after a lively greeting with a smile on his face, Dean Levins politely welcomed the people of Violet Academy and the deans into the training hall, but the teachers and students who came to watch the battle behind the deans were blocked out.

"What do you mean, old cripple?" said Dean Weston of San Marceau's face.

Dean Levins had a serious illness when he was a child, similar to polio, and his legs and feet were always inconvenient.

Dean Levins smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Old bastard, Violet Academy is here to duel, and you deans can be said to be very honored guests of our academy, so I personally greeted and welcomed." I didn't invite the latter ones, they came in through that door if they wanted to. ”

When Dean Weston looked up in the direction pointed by Dean Levins, he saw four big words written on the door next to him - Entry and exit by ticket. There is also a small window next to it that says Ticket Office.

"The ticket price is not expensive, and it is only a small silver coin per person. Dean Levins said.

"Old lame, you really got into the eye of money, don't let go of this little money, can't you learn to be generous. I paid for the tickets of the people who came today, so I went to count how many people there were. Dean Weston said proudly, taking out a delicate money bag from his body and throwing it to a silver instructor at San Marceau College.

"Dean Weston...... mighty" "Thank you, Dean Weston......" The crowd outside let out a shout.

Dean Levens, as if he didn't see Dean Weston's smugness, calmly stretched out his hand and signaled, "Everyone, please go this way." ”

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The indoor training hall has been greatly expanded to include a square ring seven meters long and five meters wide, surrounded by an eight-story stand, which is estimated to accommodate more than 2,000 spectators.

Lorist stood lazily in the ring, bored watching several beautiful women wearing the uniforms of the students of the Dawn Academy shuttling through the crowd in the stands, shouting in a crisp and pleasant voice: "Buy a lottery ticket! Do you want to buy a lottery ticket? Buy a big silver coin won by Locke Teach and lose a small silver coin, and buy a small silver coin won by Violet Academy and lose a big silver coin......"

Dean Weston and the Dean of Violet Academy thundered in the stands: "What do you mean, old cripple?"

Dean Levins said lightly: "A few female students are just working and studying, what's the fuss, maybe they are supporters of Locke's teaching, and they are more confident in Locke's teaching, so they set such odds." If you two are not happy, you can buy a few tickets, and if you win, you can teach them a lesson. ”

It's not that you, the old lame, are making trouble behind your back! The two deans glared at Dean Levins fiercely, and Dean Weston said, "I still have a dozen gold fords in my money bag, all of them will buy Violet Academy to win, and I will lose you old cripple!"

The dean of Violet Academy is mobilizing the teachers of his academy: "Everyone pays for it, they all buy their own academy to win, that kid in the ring doesn't have more than two heads, three hands, and one black iron, this dean doesn't believe that the twenty silver instructors in our academy can't handle him, and the wheel battle can make him tired and lie down......"

The few female students in the stands who bought lottery tickets were overwhelmed, but they all bought the tickets that Violet Academy would win, and only a few of the teachers of Dawn Academy who came to watch the game bought lottery tickets that Locke would win.

The dean of Violet Academy sat next to Dean Weston with a large stack of lottery tickets in his hand and whispered: "Although the Vobas teaching is only two stars in silver, his swordsmanship is very powerful, and he was sent to be the first to appear to test the true level of this boy named Locke...... Look, Vobas is on the field, he has a lot of experience in fighting, he has participated in eighteen duels and won seventeen...... Uh......"

The Wambas Teacher, who had high hopes from the Dean, lay at Lorlist's feet, his limbs twitching. This, this is too fast, I can't even see how it fell, and Lorist hasn't even drawn his sword yet. Like a duck with his neck wiped off, the dean's chatter stopped at once, and he was so shocked that he pointed to the ring and couldn't speak.

Shi Fatzi walked quickly to the ring, checked it and announced loudly: "The jaw has been hit hard, the person is unconscious, next." ”

In less than half an hour, all twenty Silver Instructors of Violet Academy were carried out of the ring. Lorist even yawned in the ring.

The beautiful students who sold lottery tickets hugged each other and cheered, and the law enforcement disciples who were on guard in the training hall also raised their swords and shouted, "Locke Teaching...... Silver is invincible!".

Dean Weston in the stands had a gloomy face and didn't say a word, he shredded the lottery ticket in his hand, stood up and didn't even say hello to Dean Levins and left. The people in the stands who had come to watch the game from other colleges also left one by one in despair.

The dean of Violet Academy was stunned, his face was as white as earth, and he didn't notice that the lottery ticket in his hand was floating on the ground. How could it be that the twenty silver teachers in his academy lost so easily, and they were all knocked to the ground as soon as they saw each other, and the most powerful one was only to take the three moves of Locke......

Lorist grabbed Shi Fatzi: "How many of those challengers will you notify of the duel tomorrow?"

Shi Fatzi said: "Twenty, the same number as today." ”

Lorist smashed his mouth and said, "It's too little, let's increase it to fifty people next time, and send it away early." ”

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Bill's Steward's Diary: March 2, 167 in the Union calendar, sunny. Today I lost a gold coin. I really didn't expect that Violet Academy was so useless, and the twenty silver teachings failed to defeat the Locke teachings. But tomorrow will be different, they are all famous silver mercenary masters outside, but they are not comparable to those who talk about in the academy all day long. Luckily, the odds on the plate haven't changed, and it looks like I'll be able to win the coins back.

Today, the young master is very good, and it is normal to train and take a bath.