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Harry looked out the window, there was a scene of wind and sunshine outside, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then he also found himself drenched in sweat, what a terrible dream, Harry got up from the bed, went to the shower room, and took a shower.

"Harry, Harry, what's wrong with you? Kalia's worried voice came.

"Huh?!I'm fine. Harry, who reacted, turned pale and forced a smile as he spoke.

"Okay, just tell me if there's anything uncomfortable, you know?" Kalia crouched in front of Harry and touched Harry's head understandingly, she knew what was on Harry's mind, but since he didn't want to say, he didn't ask any more.

"Well, thank you, Sister Kalia. Harry said thankfully.

Kalia smiled and sat next to Harry, basking in the warm morning sun in the warm breeze.

After Harry washed up, ate the breakfast prepared by the servant, and sat on the grass of the manor in a daze, basking in the sun, not so much in a daze, but more about recalling those memories that had been forgotten, Harry wanted to find clues about Teacher Isabet from these memories, but obviously nothing was gained, and these painful memories affected his current mood and body.

Festeria and the others got up early, it was said that they had to do some important things, and left a letter for Harry to let them go to the imperial capital first to do business, which was to check Harry's body, of course, there was a reason why they didn't leave now, because they still had to wait for someone.

"Hey, you kid on. Suddenly, a hostile voice came, and before Harry could recover from his pale state, he was steadily smashed on the head by a wooden sword, Harry let out a cry of pain, and turned his head back to look at the culprit.

The culprit was the Marquis of Lauren, Festria's suitor, who looked at Harry with an unpleasant look on his face, and a wooden sword of equal size in his hand, followed by the old butler.

"Hurry up and duel with me, aren't you Festria's apprentice, come, let me see if you have this qualification. Lauren raised her sword to Harry and said with an unchanged face.

"I..." Harry dared to take the wooden sword on the grass, but was gently pressed by a pair of soft white and tender hands, Kalia shook her head at Harry, then let go of Harry's hand, stood up and said respectfully, "Lord Lauren, Harry is not in good shape today, so forget it." ”

"That's it, young master, forget it, people are just children. The old butler also stepped forward and said.

"Cut, it turns out that Festria's apprentice is so timid, he doesn't dare to be challenged by me, it's really unimaginable, since the apprentice of the famous Festria Sword Saint is like this, it's too disappointing. Lauren withdrew his wooden sword and said in a mocking tone.

"Lord Lauren, you're a bit of an exaggeration, you're a high-level swordsman, a beginner—" Kalia was about to retort for Harry, but she felt the hem of the maid's dress be gently tugged, and she stopped talking and looked at Harry, who was already standing up.

"Maybe you're right, I'm not worthy to be my master's apprentice, but even then I won't ruin my master's reputation. Harry bent down to pick up the wooden sword on the ground, his dark pupils looking at Lauren through the black hair scattered across his forehead.

"Harry, you ......" Kalia was trying to stop Harry from dueling with Lauren, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Harry was not in good shape now, his little face was extremely haggard, and his whole face was as white as a piece of paper, bloodless, giving people the feeling that he was about to fall ill.

"Sister Kalia, don't worry, I'm fine, it's my honor to have a good time with Master Lauren, it's very helpful to improve my swordsmanship. Harry gave Kalia a reassuring smile, walked not far in front of Lauren, held the sword in both hands, spread his legs in place, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled, opened his eyes, and raised it to Lauren, looking like he was in a tight position.

"That's right, as Festria's apprentice, you have to have this kind of momentum, okay, I'm not a bully of children, I'll just suppress my strength to the junior swordsman level, let me see what the difference is between her apprentices." Lauren also held the wooden sword in both hands and raised it towards Harry, his momentum changed in an instant, and his cynical expression was put away, and he had a serious expression.

Seeing this, Kalia could only let Harry do this, and so did the old butler, who sighed helplessly and stepped back far away, leaving them a space.

"Be careful, boy. With that, Lauren held the wooden sword in both hands and rushed towards Harry at a rapid speed, swinging the wooden sword diagonally.

Harry's eyes froze, and he put the sword in front of his chest, trying to resist the wooden sword swung diagonally by Lauren, but Harry was surprised to find that he couldn't resist it at all, and the whole person was sent into the air, and the wooden sword also came out of his hand and fell on the grass in the distance.

Didn't give Harry a chance to fight back in mid-air, Lauren smiled slightly, jumped forward, and immediately followed Harry in mid-air, he jumped in front of Harry, the wooden sword hit all parts of Harry's body at a speed that Harry could see, ribs, legs, head, waist, face, hands, Harry was completely powerless, and when he fell to the ground, he was already scarred, bruises were beaten out, and the whole person looked out of breath and about to die.

Lauren stood in front of him and looked at Harry, who had been beaten out of shape, cut boringly, threw the wooden sword on the grass, and left with the old butler.

Harry reluctantly put his arm to his eyes, shielding himself from the sun, and cried, tears flowed down his cheeks, his body hurt, but his heart hurt even more, he could have come up with a better way to deal with him, why did he have to meet him, his own strength could not withstand him, he was so stupid! He lived up to Sister Kalia's expectations, and said something big in front of her, now it's okay, it's really embarrassing to be beaten like this by others, and the deep self-blame stimulates Harry's young heart.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Harry, after all, he recalled the unforgettable memory before this, the whole person's spirit is not good, his little face is pale, his limbs are weak, and he can think seriously, but he is also wrong, knowing that he is not in good shape, and he is still facing difficulties, although it is for everyone, but it is still too lacking in thinking.

Kalia came to Harry's side and crouched down next to him, not speaking, just carefully helping him remove the weeds from his hair and clothes, while Harry just choked up and kept saying sorry.