In the four hundred and seventh year of the royal calendar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Margmat.

The boy closed the book and looked up, his dark pupils glowing faintly in the sunlight, and his hair was pitch black, a color rarely seen in Magmat, most of them had flax or yellow hair.

It was noon, the sun was a little dazzling, and the young man squinted his eyes and shouted to the man who was waving his hoe in the distance: "Amon, I have finished reading the magic record, and from today onwards, I can also learn magic." ”

The man did not respond, still hoeing the grass on the ground.

"Amon!"

Hearing the young man's dissatisfied shout, the man raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked suspiciously, "What?"

The boy shouted, "I've finished reading the magic record, and from today, I'm going to learn magic!"

"Magic?"

The man smiled, the sun fell on his handsome face, a beard grew on his face that had not been shaved for a few days, on the bridge of his high nose, there were a pair of bright and narrow eyes, his hair was dazzling gold, and his sweat-soaked hair was lifted to the side, revealing a smooth forehead and an angular side face.

"Didn't you already say that you don't have a talent for magic, and you can only become a low-level magician if you forcibly cultivate. ”

"Then why do you want me to read a magic book!"

"Those books are going to rot at home, and instead of letting them rot, it's better to have some surplus value. Amon said: "Knowledge is power, you learn more now, you will suffer less in the future, you must know that knowledge can change fate." ”

"There's a living example in front of you, and it's hard not to be remembered, poor ghost. ”

"Who allowed you to talk to adults like this, you have no education at all, and you will swing your sword three hundred times today, and you will not be allowed to eat even one less time!"

"Humph!"

The boy jumped out of his chair and grimaced at the man who was working diligently, and after being glared at by Amon fiercely, he slipped aside to find something more interesting.

Half an hour later.

Under the scorching sun, the boy was sweating hot, and the wooden sword in his hand kept swinging, making a chopping posture as much as possible, but the weather was really too hot, and the sweat flowed into his eyes along his forehead, and the boy stopped swinging his sword uncomfortably and rubbed his itchy eyes.

Syllable!

The hand rubbing his eyes was slapped hard, and a red and swollen mark suddenly appeared.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

The boy bit his lip, but did not say a word, and continued to swing his sword.

The scorching sun, the boy's swing sword shook off with the sweat, and cut through the air again and again, this kind of devilish practice, in the eyes of the boy is not so bitter, since he met this blonde man, it has been seven years, from the beginning of the hands grinding blisters, to now practice a thousand times a day swinging the sword, the slash has been proficient to the point that ordinary people are rare.

After another hour like this, the young man completed the 1,300 swings of his sword today, sweating profusely and taking the water that the man had reached, and gulping it down.

Amon frowned: "Drink slowly, don't choke." ”

The boy glanced at him and drank the water in the bowl in one gulp.

In this small courtyard, there are some wheat, greens, and bluestone smoothed with water chestnuts for the foundation of the house, which are stacked with bricks, and the fence around the yard, with thorns and rattans that have just been picked in the spring, and then look at the two of them dressed in shabby clothes, and the pickled cucumbers and coarse wheat bread on the table, and there are only four big characters written on the forehead: 'I am a poor man'.

The boy took a bite of the bread and shouted, "I've been eating pickled cucumbers for three days, Amon, do you know? I'm growing my body and need to eat more nutritious food, I want to eat meat, eat meat......"

Amon was chewing a piece of bread, glanced at the teenager who was full of negative emotions, and slowly chewed the bread again.

"Did you hear that, I don't want to eat pickled cucumbers, I want to eat meat!"

"There is a hunting bow in the house, and there are wild things at the back of the village, and if you want to eat them, you can catch them," Amon picked up a piece of pickled cucumber, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and said as he chewed: "You must understand that every bite of food we eat is earned by hard work, even if it is a pickled cucumber, we must be grateful and slowly savor its deliciousness little by little...... As long as you are grateful, even pickled cucumbers can taste the same as meat. ”

"The guy who smells of pickled cucumbers all over his body, don't talk nonsense here, you will teach bad children and distort a teenager's outlook on life!"

"Hahaha, I really can't stand your provocation like this," Amon smiled heartily: "In the second drawer of the storage room, in the third mezzanine, there are a few pieces of venison jerky......"

"That's already eaten!"

"Behind the bedroom door, there is pork jerky that I bought in winter, and there should be about half a catty left......"

"No, no, no, I ate it all a few days ago!"

"Under the third tree in the backyard, I have a piece of bacon buried, which is sealed with high-grade beeswax, and it hasn't broken yet, you go and take it out, let's ......" Amon was halfway through his words, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and the small tree that should have appeared in his sight was replaced by a handful of weeds at some point.

A pinch of weeds?

"Sido. Amun said.

"Huh?"

"I think we have some issues to discuss. ”

"Hmm. ”

"This is a very serious question, and it has a lot to do with our future friendship and whether we can sit down and eat together normally, so I would like to ask you to think seriously about what other ...... you have eaten."

"Do you mean the candied fruit on the roof? I'm sorry, I was hungry last night, I smelled a sweet and delicious smell, and I climbed up to the house unconsciously, in fact, I wanted to keep half of it for you at first, but the taste was so good......" Sido paused and asked carefully: "Amon, what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly, are you suffering from heat stroke?"

Amon sat on the bench, half of the bread slipping in his hand.

"Amon?"

"Hahaha, little Sido is so witty, he can even find candied fruit, hahahaha!" Amon squinted his eyes and laughed and stroked Sido's hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to cut my throat?" Sido said: "You look like this, you are more terrible than a demon, you shouldn't be killing someone because of a box of candied fruit, Amon I was wrong, I will work hard to make money in the future to pay you back, don't worry, give me five years, no, ten years!, I will definitely pay you back!"

"Little Sido is so cute, how could I ......"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!Don't pull your hair, you demon, ahhh

The man in front of him stood up, holding a black-haired teenager in his hand, and the boy was grabbed by the hair and lifted it up, grinning and screaming.

"Let go, you bastard, demon, scum, what kind of ability to bully children, there is a kind of you let me down!" Sido grabbed Amon's arm tightly with both hands, and shouted: "My hair will be plucked out, I don't want to be bald bastard at a young age! At least wait until you get married, let me go!"

"Sido, you remember, there is a lot to give up in the life of a swordsman, but ...... Only pork jerky and candied fruit can't be given up!"

"What kind of bullshit theory are you, how can any swordsman kill someone because of half a pound of pork jerky, ahhhh

"Hahahaha, there are many people who want to kill me, remember to line up, I don't accept reservations. ”

Amon laughed and let go of his hand.

Immediately after, a wooden sword came towards him, and Amon didn't even look at it, and his two fingers caught it firmly.

"Sneak attacks aren't the work of swordsmen. ”

"I haven't believed in chivalry yet, bastard!"

Sido jumped out of the way, one hand caressing his aching scalp and the other hand clutching his sword, glaring at Amon viciously like a little leopard.

Amon raised an eyebrow.

"Today's weeds are almost hoeed, anyway, there is still some time, so I will play with you. As he spoke, he picked up a dead branch on the ground, and said, "If you can hit me, I will buy you a pound of jerky, otherwise...... The number of sword swings increased to two thousand per day!"

"Don't go back, get your wallet ready, Amun, and go to the market with me!" said the young man, slashing at him.