Chapter 20: The Training of Servants

The next day, early in the morning, Harry barely slept all night with dark circles under his eyes and Ivan was taken to another place. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Last night, Harry listened to Isabet's magic, and the more he listened, the more interested he became, and kept asking her some questions, comparable to a hundred thousand whys, if it wasn't for Isabet persuading Harry to sleep, I'm afraid they would have to talk until dawn.

Perhaps it was due to Harry's personality, after almost a night of thorough conversation, he dispelled his suspicions about Isabet, and when talking to Isabet, he always added the word teacher, and Harry's good character of respecting teachers was shown in Harry.

With this strong hole card, Harry also seems to be full of confidence, although he is still worried about his mother and Fia, but he is not the kind of blind impulse, but looks at the problem with a rational eye.

At this time, they were standing in a row, standing in an empty room, one hand flat in front of their hearts, a white towel hanging on their arms, their hands should be clenched into a fist, and the other hand should be close to their thighs.

The long-haired blond man with the leather whip walked in front of them, walking back and forth, this class is an etiquette class, one class is an hour, a total of five classes in the morning, it is to help Harry these goods to better serve their masters, and the first period is similar to the first period of language, the second period of mathematics, you can rest at noon.

"Your waist should be straight, your legs should be straight, and your hands must not move, how many times have I told you, you filthy slave!" the blonde man angrily kicked the boy in the middle of the group who was in an irregular position, kicked him in the stomach, and then the long whip in his hand whipped the boy who fell to the ground.

"You're just a slave, don't think I don't dare to do anything to you, weigh yourself, I'm not one of those guys who can only say and can't do it, do a good job, you don't want to be food for those guys. The blonde man grabbed the boy's collar and said with a hideous expression, loosening his collar and spitting in his face.

"Look, do you want to be like him? The long-haired blond man glared at the people here.

Everyone also retracted their gaze in time, looked straight ahead, and insisted on this posture.

There were only ten people in the whole team, including Harry and Ivan, all of them changed into delicate dark brown uniforms, with a beautiful black bow around their necks, only Harry did not wear them, because except for him, the people around him were all fifteen or sixteen years old, all of them were more than one meter seven tall, and the size of the clothes was not suitable for Harry, a small man, so he simply did not let him wear them.

Of course, Harry was also a priority, as his internship lasted only two weeks, and he had limited time to learn these skills, so he could only do a series of focused training.

Harry did not stand with Ivan, but stood in a group by himself, not far behind them, although they were all in the same position, they hung towels, Harry's hands were hanging a pound of iron, and his feet were tied with equally heavy sandbags, which was called devil's training.

Harry's little face was flushed, his forehead was covered with sweat, his chest was heaving, the weight of his whole body was a bit too far-fetched for Harry, a three-year-old child, and after only thirty minutes of standing, Harry already felt dizzy and swollen, and the bones in his body seemed to be crushed, and the pain was unbearable at first, and then it rose to a feeling of numbness all over his body.

But Harry didn't cry out in pain, just endured it silently, stubbornly holding on, he had already learned to endure in the previous life, he knew that if he shouted out, he would be beaten by the long-haired blond man.

There is also a reason why Harry can survive, she said to Harry, this is also one of the ways to exercise the body, magicians don't need a strong body, gorgeous and high-explosive magic is their strength, but having a strong body is not a bad thing, no one wants to have a sick body.

It's a bit bitter, but it's worth it, and Harry, who understands this, readily accepts it, and hard-working is a piece of cake for Harry.

Looking at Harry like this, the long-haired blond man was very satisfied, this kid has tenacious perseverance, it's a bit interesting, he praised Harry in his heart, but he still didn't let Harry rest.

Harry has amazing willpower, but after all, his body is too weak, and he has been malnourished for a long time, he did not have a good rest last night, and his body finally reached its limit, Harry's eyes were black, he fell to the ground, and fainted.

The long-haired blond man looked at the watch in his hand, "Thirty-nine minutes, not bad." ā€

When Harry was awakened by a splash of cold water, he saw the long-haired blond man holding a basin above.

"I've slept for twenty minutes, it's time for the next class, but there's no time for you to sleep, so if you don't want to be woken up by the other guys in a rougher way, get me up quickly. ā€

The long-haired blond man left the room with the basin and without looking back.

And although Harry woke up, the sharp pain in his body still made him gasp, and the feeling of dizziness also hit his mind, and he wanted to vomit, Harry felt that everything in front of him was upside down, very uncomfortable.

"Harry, it's okay. After seeing the long-haired blond man leave, Ivan ran over and helped Harry on the ground and asked with concern.

"Ahem, I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy. Harry, choking on the water, said with difficulty.

"Otherwise, I'll ask the person for this class to take a leave of absence, you're in a bad state. Looking at Harry's uncomfortable face, Ivan said.

"Forget it, I can still hold on. Harry stubbornly said that it was all right.

"Don't be pushy, listen to me. Despite Harry's stubbornness, Ivan helped Harry to the chair that belonged to the men in the center and told him to sit down.

At this moment, a tall and sturdy man with a fierce appearance and a beard walked in, he was wearing a gray vest, well-developed muscles and bronzed skin, beautiful and powerful, eye-catching, comparable to those bodybuilding instructors.

Seeing a little kid sitting on his own chair, he frowned, and was about to walk over and beat this kid up, intending to teach him a lesson, don't you know who this belongs to?

"I'm sorry, Master Vanoda, Harry he was overtrained in the last lesson, Master Morton's class, I want him to take a break, I hope you agree. Ivan said with a hippie smile in front of Vanoda.

"Ivan, you should know that this kind of is useless for me, I don't care what he does, I have to follow the rules in my class. ā€

"You're right, but ah, Harry only has two weeks of internship, he's different from those of us who still have a few years to harvest, if you cripple him, it won't be easy to deal with at that time, with your strength is a little uncertain, people's weak little physique can't stand it, if he dies, it's a big problem, you say no, just rest for a while, you are such a big-minded person, you will not be limited to these small details. ā€

Listening to Ivan's alarmism, coupled with the fact that Vanoda remembered what happened in the middle of the night last night, cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead, forget it, just let this stinky boy go, I don't want to end up like them.

Vanoda didn't answer this question, but said to Ivan, "Don't let me go back and assemble and double my training." ā€

"Howler. Ivan staggered into the line, and it was done.