[Skill: Sword Grip Position Level 6]

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"Installation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The blue eyes flashed, and a red reminder that blocked the entire interface jumped out, almost stopping Qiming's heart.

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"Installation may bring benefits, but it also comes with risks. Qiming's body was sore from sitting for a long time, and he used Professor Martha's deep inhalation to relieve the discomfort and paced back and forth.

"How weak can you be?" he knew he had a problem, and he was very weak compared to his peers. You can't run vigorously, and you don't have the strength to grasp and lift. The knowledge that Blue Eye brings with him is superior in vision and intelligence to the people in the town, and this is the only thing to rely on.

"Wealth and nobility come from hard adventures!"

After deciding, Qiming gave instructions for installation.

"Installing...... Installation Successful"

【Sword Posture Level 0】

[Requirements: Accuracy 2, Strength 2, Dexterity 2]

[Possession: Accuracy 1, Strength 0, Dexterity 0]

Qiming pondered the skill description. The Sword Grip Pose obviously requires three attributes to be effective. And there is only the lowest level, and by constantly practicing the attributes in the "need", the final level will be improved. The strength attribute copied in the morning shows [Strength +0, Proficiency 0/10]

The skill practice was not in a hurry, and his attention turned to the short knife presented by Apollo. Blue signal, it seems to be of a higher grade. But on the way home, I have already tried, and using Apollo's name does not connect, and the same goes for using my own name.

This made him sure that the real password was not the name of the object's owner, and perhaps the two were in some place in common, not absolutely one.

Qiming didn't go out for two days, thinking about what happened recently at home, and he would also look for some answers from the blue eye. The more knowledge you have, the more questions you have, and they end up in a mess that you can't disassemble. At this time, he will pick up a stick and practice the [Sword Holding Pose].

Apollo's smile when he talked about the Veil was terrifying, frivolous, and seemed to want to do something to Martha. Keiming was overwhelmed and had a hint of disgust with the dagger, and hid him under the bed, ready to return it to the knight at the right time.

Skills should be a combination of many skills, and it seems easy to practice separately according to skill prompts, but problems arise.

[Sword Holding Stance] upgrade requires [Accuracy 2].

There is only one point of [accuracy] copied from [Thomas's Revenge Rope]. The proficiency level can only be "1", which is not up to the requirement.

There is no clue how to obtain [Dexterity].

The most terrifying thing is that there is a regression in [strength] practice. Through the blue eye, you know some exercise methods, "push-ups" and "sit-ups" can be achieved in a simple environment. [Proficiency 2/10] that can be practiced in the morning will return to "0" in the afternoon.

"There must be something wrong with my body, or there has always been a problem!" Qiming touched his back, feeling a trace of numbness that was different from fatigue.

Life is most afraid of hopelessness, and Qiming begins to feel anxious and inexplicably ominous. On the third day at home, the premonition finally came true, and the voice of little Thomas came from outside the door.

He was Thomas's son, and in the town, he used to have the best relationship with Qiming, but a huge obstacle stood between the two.

"Qiming, come out quickly!"

Qiming opened the door: "What's the matter?"

"The grown-ups are saying that the knights who live at the Hammer Inn like your mother, and I think there will be action soon. Am I going to do something?"

Thomas Jr. was like that, he inherited his father's strong body, but the brain came from his mother. What threat can a fourteen-year-old pose to a knight?

"Where did you hear that?"

"They're all talking!"

If you were asked to describe a thing, you would have to ask dozens of questions to be sure.

"Is it an inn, on the street, or in a mine?"

"Both. ”

Qiming said: "I know, you go back quickly, don't let your mother know that you have come to my house." ”

Thomas Jr. said, "Sneak attack on old Phoebe in the afternoon, are you going?"

Qiming shook his head in frustration. This stimulating action his body is not suitable for participation. Knowing this, little Thomas was angry with himself, but he couldn't make contact with him.

Perhaps the elder Thomas saw the extraordinaryness of the Qiming family, and he reached out to help when he just moved in. Help Martha find a job in the mines, and occasionally send some gifts. But old Thomas had a very terrible lady. The trouble in front of the dark veil door, no one can tell.

This is the obstacle between him and his friends, and it is also the reason why he can only sneak close to Thomas's house.

Little Thomas leaves, and Qiming scurries around the yard like a fly without a head. He decided to go to the knight in the afternoon and beg him to leave. Knights should observe the code of mercy and help the weak. This is just the child's wish for the mother not to be possessed by others.

Hiding his dagger under his clothes, he walked to the inn. I was nervous, and I didn't know what the outcome would be.

"Little bunnies!" came a very scoundrel scolding from the far street, the voice was loud and loud, but the ruffian was vulgar. Little Thomas ran past with a group of small children.

The townsfolk know that little Thomas's greatest hobby when he's not picking up black gold rocks is hitting old Phoebe in the dark, or a stone, or rotten vegetables, and most excessively, dung. With the healthy legs of the teenager, the fat man can't catch up.

Old Phoebe didn't have the guts, and the sturdy old Thomas would let him lie down and carry him home. The two adults are facing each other because of the mine, and they are tense.

"Run!" little Thomas winked at Qiming, and disappeared around the corner like the wind.

Immediately after the panting old Phoebe.

"Thomas Jr...... I know you threw it away, and when the mine chief returns, your father's good days will come to an end. They'll bring a few hundred slaves, and the mines will never use the town's people to work again!"

The fat man, who had a small nose, small eyes, and a big mouth, and the left side of his face covered with red spots, said proudly, the news was undoubtedly bad news for the people in the town, and gradually gathered together to listen to it more specifically.

"Slaves?"

"How can there be slaves in the Sámi territory?"

"I heard they don't have to get paid. ”

"Slaves belong to their masters and are tired until they die. ”

Old Phoebe shook his head proudly: "Just because our territory is forbidden doesn't mean that there are no other places." The territory of Yike is nearby, and there is time to go over and meet a large number of working slaves. Next, old Thomas's magical mining power will be completely wasted! they are not afraid of death, and they are cheap. ”

"Isn't this Qiming, my son ......" Old Phoebe said with a hideous face when she saw Qiming.

Qiming was afraid. He turned to run, but was dragged back by a large hand.

"I'm going to marry your mother soon, hehe......" Old Phoebe rubbed her hands, as if she couldn't bear the itching in her heart. The little eyes rolled, not knowing what to think. "Pay for you to enter the prayer tower, and remember to repay me when you become a knight in the future!"

He knew that the child was a woman's handle, and in the same way, he thought that the existence of Qiming made Martha no longer perfect. With money, even the most depraved people will pursue the most beautiful things.

Qiming gritted his teeth and struggled. Old Phoebe was fat, a slow runner but with a lot of strength, and could control the resistance of her small body with one hand. The big hand pressed the little head and shook it vigorously, and I felt dizzy after a few clicks.

"Don't be delusional about what the knight lord will do, how can he see a dark veil, it must be a rumor. Hehe......" Old Fat kept talking, performing powerful with brute words.

As if it was as easy as catching a little chick, he pinched the back of Qiming's neck and turned forward, shaking slowly. It looks like a game between a father and son, but both of them have a little hideous faces.

There are some weak things in the hands, pinched and rounded, which can best show the ferocity of people. It's like a mine owner who always strokes the kitten in his arms when he's angry. He still has something to show off to the townspeople, how can he let go of the little ones so easily?

"You can follow me, the slaves will go into the mines, and my men will go back and forth between the town and the stone maids, and it is much better to drive the wagons than in the dark mines. ......Isn't it?

Qiming pinched his thigh in his heart.

Old Phoebe stretched out her hand and hit Qiming in the face. There was a dull sound, and the slap did not hit the smooth parts such as the forehead or cheeks, and there was no concern that the face would be damaged.

The eyelids were hot and painful, and I felt that my nose instantly became so big, my ears roared, and the sounds around me became distant. Another slap to the face, and Qiming lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

"Stinky boy, when you really become my son, you will know what respect is!"

Old Phoebe said angrily, looking at the people around him with a smug look. looked at Qiming's gritted teeth and insistent little face on the ground, and disagreed.

"Don't think about a chance to get revenge, I suddenly don't have that much money to send you to the prayer tower, yes, I didn't have it just now. When you grow up, he will send you to the castle of Viscount Nissan, he will love it. ”

From the beginning of the conflict, there was little talk, only low suspicion about slaves. But at the mention of Viscount Nissan, the crowd exploded, and the voice suddenly raised several levels. People are interested, and the child ...... Men like what kind of condition the teenager is, looking at the dark and strong bodies of the miners around him, he can't make people feel that kind of emotion.

The aristocracy is truly an amazing species.

Qiming quickly regained consciousness, and his face was numb, but his back hurt very much, and it should have been a short knife handle to his lower back. Touching the heavy and hard blade under his clothes, looking up at old Phoebe's face, listening to the shameless words, he felt that he could not let this kind of person live.

The waist is numb, and it extends up the spine and finally reaches the back of the head. He felt thirsty, and in anger he remembered Apollo's inadvertent words to wash away the insult he had received with blood.

He slowly stood up with his hands on his back, reaching for his back and drawing the short knife.

Old Fat looked at the people around him proudly, and didn't pay attention to what Qiming was doing. No one would have thought that a child would have a murder weapon on him. A sharp short knife pierced his abdomen from the bottom up to his heart, and he looked down at the weak figure in shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Trembling hands tried to grasp Qiming's head, as if he wanted to give the murderer some damage before he fell, but the strength of his whole body seemed to be sucked away and he was weak.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the knife, like a river that opened a valve staining Qiming's arms, and the moment he pushed hard, the moment he pulled out the short knife, the spurt of scarlet blood dyed his black hair a heavy red.

Lao Fatbi fell on his back and soon lost his breath.