Kevin and Sain were married, and the chief didn't say much, waving them to eat first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the evening, the two were called together to reprimand.

Kevin asked himself that he was absolutely right, as an overseer, if persuasion and beating were not enough, how could he do anything? Could it be that he was stabbed to death? Even if the troops were unreasonable, there was always a correct way to carry out the order, right? Whatever I did was wrong, it was better to kill me with a knife.

And in Sain's opinion, he himself is absolutely right. He was the first of all the recruits to hit the heart today, and if he did, why should he raise his shield?

Both of them straightened up and stood in front of the chief with a proud face. Marcas didn't say who was right and who was wrong, but kept repeating things like camaraderie first, and said that fighting was wrong and so on. However, Marcus's preaching is really very pale, and in the eyes of a competent bard like Kevin, he is still more suitable to speak with his fists.

After preaching, the two still did not react. Looking at the expressions, you can see that both of them are not convinced, but because of the majesty of the chief, they don't dare to attack.

"You two, shake hands!" Marcas, of course, could see it, and simply used strong means to forcibly reconcile.

The two turned their heads to look at each other, Sain's eyes were so sharp that he almost tried to kill Kevin directly, and Kevin's eyes said: You are mentally retarded. But even so, the two stretched out their hands and shook them casually. It's as if their eyes and hands belong to different systems and do completely opposite things.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say," Marcus began, "what else do you have to say?"

The two were silent, apparently afraid to speak.

"Say whatever you want," Marcus saw of course, and pointed to Sain and asked, "Are you not convinced?"

Sain was told that he was broken, and simply said: "Yes, I don't accept it! My archery skills are so good, why punish me?"

"What are the basic regulations of the army?" Marcas asked.

"It's obedience!" Sain replied.

"Have I ever taught you how to spin an arrow in a cool way?" Marcas raised his voice.

"I didn't ...... No. Sain suddenly lowered his head.

Simple and crude, he was convinced of Sain in an instant. But if the same words come out of Kevin's mouth, it is estimated that he will only laugh at him. In the end, one's own strength is also one of the confidence to speak. Kevin thought for a moment that if he really practiced his strength in the future, then he would go up and fight if he met someone who couldn't argue, and argue with him when he couldn't argue, which seemed to be pretty good. But after thinking about it, it's still a little riskier to always fight, but it seems good to set him as the protagonist of the pen.

"Kevin!" Marcus looked back, "what other questions do you have?"

"Yes," Kevin also felt that there were some things that should be asked, "if something like this happens again next time, should I persuade or do I use my fist?"

Marcus was silent for a moment, obviously unable to say an answer such as "run back and tell him", and when he ran back, the chief was already on his way. "Persuade" was ridiculed by him, what did he want the army to do? "Hands-on" and unconvinced of the comrades-in-arms he had just talked about. I was speechless for a while.

"You go back first!" Marcas had already thought of a way to send Sain back casually, and then beckoned to Kevin, "You're right, you come with me." ”

Kevin was surprised, as a bard, he couldn't help but think, could it be that like a routine novel, he suddenly admired the protagonist and was going to start giving me a baby?

Then the two of them came to the grove, and Marcus beat Kevin Fat. Without saying a word, no one saw or heard, and no one would save him, Kevin didn't dare to resist, and he couldn't resist, so he could only hold his head and be beaten.

"Got it?" asked Marcus after beating him up.

"Understood. Kevin was helpless. He found that the protagonist of the novel he had just set was not right in front of him, when he could argue with you, he would use debate, and when he couldn't argue, he would beat you. Such a protagonist is really sharp.

When he returned, Stadt approached: "How is it? The three of them got together when they came back, not knowing what they were discussing." ”

"It's okay," Kevin just waved his hand, "It's just a little kid, it's true to practice more, eat more, and rest more, don't be like them." ”

"Well, but I don't think they'll let you go so easily," Statt began, "They were supposed to be plotting to beat Marcas, but apparently the chief couldn't beat you, and the risk was too great. I guess it's time to turn against you. ”

Kevin shook his head: "To be honest, the victory today is due to everyone's softness, relying on magic to win." If it really gets stiff, let's have a knight duel, I can't beat him. There is no way to avoid it! ”

Bell bell, bell ring, it's night bath time again. Kevin, like everyone else, scooped water in front of the moon as usual, and when he was done, he got dressed and did his laundry. The chief washes the fastest every time, and leaves after washing.

Suddenly, a basin of cold water poured down from his head, dousing Kevin to the core. The action of washing clothes was also frozen in place, and the clothes that I had just put on were soaked.

"Ahh

Everyone looked intently at Kevin to see how he reacted. But Kevin only paused for a moment, then took off his clothes and washed them together.

Everyone looked at each other, and each had a different meaning in their eyes. In the eyes of the three of them, there were all smiles of victory. Starter frowned, but to be honest, he couldn't beat the three of them. Gray, on the other hand, looked surprised, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Hey," Statt leaned over, "why didn't you say a word?"

"What shall I say?" Kevin asked rhetorically, "Splash my Malinus, not Sain." Even if he reported to the chief, at most he accidentally missed and apologized. ”

"And then?" asked Stat, "I'll be honest, don't try to unite with me. The two of us can't beat the three of them, so don't try to drag me along and be beaten by them. ”

"Hmph, I knew you would say that. Kevin glanced at him.

"It's easy to deal with this kind of person," Statt suggested, "just beat him up in the middle of the night, or you can splash him with water next time." If you can't beat the front, you can play yin. ”

"And then?" Kevin asked rhetorically, "If the other side retaliates against us head-on, and we retaliate against him behind his back, will it be like this for three months?"

Statt was stunned: "Do you want to stab them to death?"

"You've really read too many routine novels," Kevin couldn't help but complain, "Splash me with a basin of water, and I'm going to stab the three of them to death?"

"Okay, what do you do?" asked Stat.

"Don't you see I'm thinking?" replied Kevin.

"Aren't you doing the laundry?"

"I've been washing one collar for so long, doesn't that mean I'm absent-minded?" Kevin was also in a little unhappy.

"Okay, sorry, I don't have such a deep sense of observation. Start's face darkened.

Kevin took a deep breath and calmed down: "Revenge comes and goes, it's a last resort. If possible, I'll try to reconcile. ”

"Can this be reconciled?" Statt was surprised, "I think as soon as you talk to him, he punches him." ”

"No matter how weak a person is, as long as he has chips, he naturally has room for negotiation. Kevin shook the clothes in his hands and wrung the water out with a hula, "It's just a bunch of little kids, it should be able to do it." ”

"I don't think I can do it because I'm a kid. Stadt shook his head.

"Then try it. Kevin was confident at this point.

Back in the tent, Kevin is shirtless, and it doesn't matter if he's a gentleman anyway. The chief asked in surprise, and Kevin told the truth: "Malinus has slipped his hand, he has already said humble." ”

Of course, the chief understood that the three of them were in a group, but it was inconvenient to say anything at this time. There are often small conflicts and small fights in the barracks, and not everything can be solved by the superiors, and sometimes they have to rely on themselves. After all, he is already a soldier, not a child.

In the middle of the night, Kevin got up and woke Sain up casually: "Come out and talk to you." ”

"What are you doing?" Sain was woken up, undoubtedly angry. But he was afraid of waking up the chief, so he lowered his voice.

"Let's talk!" Kevin repeated.

"Talk about!" Sain continued to sleep.

Kevin casually threw his shoes outside the barracks, and Sain suddenly got up, Kevin just smiled: "Are you scared?" and walked out first.

"Fake!" Sain gritted his teeth and chased barefoot out of bed. Finally stopped in a corner of the tent, and Sain snapped his fingers: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"It's not easy for the recruits to come out alone, I can only look for it in the middle of the night, I'm really embarrassed. Kevin smiled.

"Do you owe a beating?" Sain raised his fist, "do you really think I can't beat you?"

"No! I decided to affirm your strength, you are the son of the head of the Thunder Knights, what is the difficulty of beating me as a bard?" Kevin laughed, "but in three months, we will also be qualified Kingdom recruits." At that point, you won't necessarily be my match. ”

"Huh. Sain laughed.

"There's no point in the two of us calculating each other at this point, you splash me with a basin of water, and I'll take you a shoe. Everyone is not happy when it comes to the back. We all live together, and we can't guard against each other all the time. Just men, in three months, we'll decide the winner!" Kevin proposed.

Sain groaned, as if he was also thinking about such a feasibility.

"I can't help it, to be honest, I don't have a grudge against you. But you must provoke me, and I can only accept it. Anyway, I'm just proposing this, if you continue to unite and pour water on me, I can only continue to find a way to fix you. Or are you scared? You don't dare to duel me?" Kevin had to use cliché provocative lines.

"Afraid of you?" however, the provocation was effective against Sain's surprise, "yes! I promise you, a duel in three months." If I win, you're going to call me grandpa!"

"Okay," Kevin said cheerfully, "if I win, you'll call me grandpa." ”

"No way. Sain's eyes were filled with contempt.

"Then let's see when the time comes, do you want to sign the agreement?" Kevin came prepared, and took out a pen and paper.

"No need, if you don't dare to duel with me at that time, Lao Tzu will beat you to death. Sain sneered.

The two agreed that they would both go back to sleep immediately. If there is a sneak attack on the embankment in the middle of the night, who will be able to survive the training of the next day? This kind of trick of you and I will do you is not only meaningless, but also exhaustive, so it is better to postpone the matter until three months later. As for who calls whose grandfather, let's talk about it then.

Early in the morning, the bell rings, and another day of training begins. After breakfast, Oka was already ready to do something, and Sain on the side had already stopped it with a gesture, which was a little larger, and everyone saw it. Oka and the others were all surprised, and ran to mumble to Sain, but apparently had been prompted to stop.

Start couldn't hear what they were saying on the sidelines, but he had basically guessed it. I couldn't help but look at Kevin in surprise: "Did they give up? Or are they plotting a bigger plan?"

"Gave up for the time being. Kevin replied.

"Isn't it?...... What happened? It was just overnight, and it ......," Statt couldn't believe it.

"It's just a little kid. Kevin smiled and left him with a back. The chief on the side was also slightly surprised.

Another day of training begins, and today the practice of gunnery begins. The gun head is issued to each recruit individually, but the gun barrel is issued uniformly, which is presumably a vulnerable item.

In the morning, everyone learned how to assemble the gun barrel and the gun head, which were obviously thicker than the interface of the gun head, and had to be cut fine with a dagger, not too fine, otherwise it would be easy to break. This manual work is also a part of the life of the barracks, and it is relatively simple to cut a gun barrel that has already been formed, although it has stumped a group of noble young masters.

Some of them were dexterous and faster than others, and the commander also taught them some simple ways to make arrows. Kevin is also more skilled in this area, after all, a person who travels alone has to do a lot of work by himself, and he will not be a handicap.

The morning is over, and the afternoon is spent practicing spear stabbing. He holds a shield in his left hand and holds the barrel of his gun in his right arm. And then all the afternoon is all thorns, harvests, stabs, and harvests......

However, with the boring experience of the previous swordsmanship, everyone can still accept it.

In the evening, after Kevin finished his dinner, he suddenly felt a slight fever all over his body. Immediately, there was a strong shock, and a faint red light had appeared on the body, and the skin clearly felt that there was a flow of temperament. It's vindictive!

After a few days of training, Kevin finally learned the primary fighting spirit on his own.

The so-called vindictiveness, according to the definition given by Wang Liyuan, is an extension of strength. Unlike magic, magic is an extension of the spirit, which increases mental power through meditation to manipulate the elements, or relieves spells through pure mental power changes. Fighting spirit is directly related to muscles, and what increases is direct physical fitness.

The way to learn vindictiveness is simple, exercise like crazy, and eat key foods. The barracks cafeteria provided to the recruits were a mixture of meat and pork from some low-level demonic beasts. It helps to learn vindictiveness. So many times, recruits feel a sense of heat in their bodies after eating, and then learn to fight hard.

Many nobles' fighting spirit is eaten, they don't exercise much, but piece by piece of demonic beast meat is stuffed in their mouths. In the end, it stuffed a bright red fighting spirit, but it didn't really do much. Fighting spirit and physical fitness are closely related, and basically all fighters above the seventh order have a strong body. The four-star assassin Albatross carried the pig back and forth to climb the mountain, but he didn't use half of his fighting spirit, but he still didn't have a red face and didn't pant for breath.

Of course, the fighting spirit that Kevin just learned is still very weak, and he can only slightly increase his strength. And the vindictiveness is bursting, which is a great burden on the body, and it is easy to get tired and lie down. But it's a good start.