"One thousand and nine, one thousand and ten..."

Sweat clouded his eyes, Kukaren muttered silently, his sore arms desperately wielding the "Sword of War" in his hand in a perfect arc, the last bit of elemental power bursting out with the blade. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info air twisted again, and with a popping sound, the black alchemy stone full of cracks in front of him finally couldn't bear it, and the black gravel scrambled to jump off the stone and land on the ground full of rubble.

This is the fourth standard one-cubic meter alchemy nugget.

He finally couldn't hold on, his sweaty strong arms hung down, his chest rose and fell, greedily gulping in the air, the "sword of war" dragged to the ground, and his sore arms lost the strength to hold the sword.

He was alone in the dimly lit and wide training room, so silent that Kukarun could hear the echo of his own breathing, and even the sound of sweat dripping from his chin to the ground. He looked at the rubble scattered on the ground, and instead of feeling a trace of pride, he was a little annoyed, angry with himself.

Kukarun kicked a rock away, dragged his tired body, and on the table outside the room, grabbed a mug full of beer, and drank it all in one gulp. The magical mug almost froze the beer, but the icy liquid couldn't extinguish the fire of anxiety in his heart.

Kukarun is a man who is so calm that it is frightening.

Once, while he was still a noble bodyguard, he was riding in a carriage, and the frightened horse rushed straight to the valley, the lady in the carriage screamed, and the groom desperately pulled the reins, and Kukaren just calmly said to the horse: "Stop, baby, you are going to fall." ”

Of course, horses can't understand human speech. The horse plunged headlong into the ravine with the wagon, and Kukalon jumped out of the ravine at the last moment with the screaming lady and groom. Fortunately, the carriage fell on the soft sand, and the horse only limped

Kukarun put down the frightened passenger, ran to the wounded horse and sighed and said, "Look, you're lame. ”

So Kukaron lost his first job, because the angry lady accused Kukaron of not caring about the safety of his employer in the slightest, but cared about the damned horse, and immediately left in the face of the accusation that Kukaron did not defend himself.

"I should be calm. ”

He said to himself that this phrase often calmed him down completely, even when facing his former employer, who was constantly cursing his mother. However, this time this sentence did not have any effect.

Kukaren slammed the mug on the table and sat down in his chair in frustration.

Jessica is a good host, perfect if she's not vain. She understands what her vassals need, and she doesn't hesitate to meet their needs, provided they satisfy her.

She will not withhold the salary of a vassal because of a trivial matter or a bad mood, and she will never point fingers in areas that she is not familiar with. Jessica only had to look at it to know who was a slacker and who was a liar, and no vassal doubted her impartiality. What's more, she only tells her vassals what she wants, and gives them free rein to Jessica's all her demands, but if she fails, her punishment is as merciless as the sea.

"I command you to defeat Arcanis, and if you fail, you will not want to become a vassal again, and you will not want to find a job in the service of noble people in the Ryofia Empire. ”

Kukaron knew the consequences of failure, and if he did, Jessica would use her family's influence to prevent him from becoming a vassal of any nobles and unable to find any job in the service of the Empire.

It stands to reason that Kukaron, who has never tasted defeat in the arena, does not need to worry about a delicate "sword-wielding lady", but after witnessing Alina's video, Kukaren feels that "sword-wielding lady" is not as simple as it seems.

A tough body, superhuman stamina, amazing elemental affinity, sophisticated swordsmanship, and skyrocketing strength. The only explanation for this anomaly is the word "talent". Aristocracy is expensive not only because of the power that comes with their bloodline, but also because of the special gifts that their bloodline confers.

Talent, this is a word that makes people desperate, if there is anything more desperate than the word talent, it is the powerful, the talented and the hard-working. Alina is a good example of this, not only did the "Dragon Slayer" Frogissa personally instruct her, but also the illusionist used magic to weave actual combat scenarios for her. Who knows what level of strength she will reach by the day of the decisive battle?

He can't afford to fail.

Failure not only means that his good future is ruined, but also that his mother, who is dependent on him, will die of a curse.

The sword of war was thrown onto the table, and Kukaren leaned heavily against the back of his chair, his head tilted back at the ceiling, his hands down.

He was anxious, not because he was worried, not because he was afraid, but because he blamed himself. There are still three days to go before the decisive battle, and he can't overcome the "heart demon" to fully master the family sword dance, and he doesn't even have the courage to challenge the "heart demon". What if he smashed four one-cubic-meter alchemy nuggets? Kukaron knew that for him, this kind of basic exercise did not improve in the slightest, and the only use was to comfort himself.

Kukarun closed his eyes deeply, and every time he used the "Sword Dance", he remembered his father who trained him by hand, the small courtyard of his family, and his hometown. The river flowed quietly by the courtyard, and the cool breeze blew, bringing the birdsong in the woods on the other side of the river, and brushing him with a wooden sword, Kukaron remembered the fragrance of the wind and the warmth of his father's palm.

But because of his impulses, they all left him, never, never to return......

Every teenager is naturally impulsive, especially those born on the north coast of the empire. Kukarun was not a calm man by nature, and like many teenagers born on the North Coast, he was full of enthusiasm and impulsive. Scholars believe that this is related to the perennial infestation of the North Coast by the Koutao Fishmen.

Born into a family of warriors on the North Coast, Kukaron showed a talent for the wind elemental from an early age. His father's mentorship, combined with his hard work, quickly made him stand out from his peers, becoming the youngest person in local history to pass the Trials of Warriors. The praise of the people around him made him gradually become proud and impulsive. After he became a warrior, the people who made him angry were all severely taught by the bloody Kukaron.

One day, a tidal wave of Kou Tao fish-people suddenly appeared from the shore. Kukaron, who was responsible for the lives of the entire town, fought his way out of the siege and asked for help from the Imperial Army. He found the slow-marching Imperial army and was brought to the leading nobles, where Kukarun met not only the chief, but also the boy who had been beaten by himself in the tavern some time ago.

Looking at their similar appearances, Kukaron understood everything. After a scolding, he immediately knelt down and apologized. In the face of difficulties, the young man's straight back bent easily, and he was like a dog, shrinking on the ground and begging the father and son to show kindness. Things are not so simple, and the nobles are still suspicious of him, suspecting him of being a "spy of the Kou Tao Fishman".

In the end, he had to swear his life and drink the bile that had been extracted alive from the Kou Tao Fishman to prove his innocence. Even the most seasoned fish-man hunter would not dare to touch the bile of the Koutao fish-man, let alone drink it, because in ancient legends, the gall of the Koutao fish-man symbolizes suffering.

The Imperial army arrived just as the town was about to be breached, and unfortunately Kukaron lost all his loved ones, except for his mother. She survived, but contracted a strange disease, became dying, and aged dozens of years.

Heartbroken by the tragic scenes in the village and the tortured "old mother", Kukaren knelt beside his father's corpse and vowed never to act rashly again, but to be calm in everything.

Grief-stricken, he sold all his possessions, and his dying mother was on his back, looking for medical advice everywhere. An old hermit named Turin in the south told him that his mother had an ancient curse so powerful that it would take time and money to lift it, but Kukaron had already spent most of it. The money he earned barely kept the two of them alive, but bad luck kept him alive, and an accident cost him a job as a bodyguard and horse feeder. Mother and son fell into a desperate situation for a while.

That's when Jessica spotted him and not only took his mother to a private hospital, but also enrolled him in school. Kukaren was so grateful that he became Jessica's loyal vassal.

For two years, he had earned face for this vain aristocratic lady with his outstanding performance. Life was getting better and better, and the curse on his mother was getting weaker and weaker, and now she was able to get up and walk around the garden twice.

But if he fails, Jessica will ruthlessly kick his mother out of the private hospital, and then he will not find any job that will keep her alive, and Kukaren will not allow himself to watch her leave.

I don't know how long it took, his restless heart gradually calmed down, his wet training clothes cooled down, his eyes calmed, Kukarun stood up, grabbed the sword of war and continued to practice.........