The next day, Alfonso woke up early for his morning workout, and even though he had fallen asleep in the middle of the night last night, he still felt energized.

It seems to be a small benefit of the traverser, since he crossed this month, his body has gradually become stronger, and his swordsmanship is also a rapid progress, even if he is an active guard, he can not fall behind one-on-one at the age of 11.

Although there may be a gap between physical fitness and adults at present, it is not much worse, and the recovery is very strong, even if the physical strength is exhausted when fighting with others, you can recover most of it after a break of ten minutes.

Historically, Alfonso died of illness, and he should have no such troubles in his life.

Not only that, but his appearance and memory are also gradually improving, and Alfonso in history inherited his mother's genes, which can only be said to be mediocre in appearance, but in this life he can already be called a handsome guy.

On the training ground, two heavily armed swordsmen are dueling, both using swords (that is, sabers).

I can see one of them who is only 1.4 meters tall, but he is pressing the strong man who is 1.8 meters on the opposite side.

Alfonso was engrossed, the opponent had an absolute height advantage, and the saber was extremely powerful when it was slashed vertically, and it was impossible to block, and once it hit any of them, it would be over

Unable to use his strength to fight, he took his flexibility to the extreme, attacking left and right in a row, and the stormy attack overwhelmed the opposite side.

The guard was tired of parrying, and every time he tried to raise his sword and slash, his next sword had already arrived, and he had to disrupt his posture to meet it.

……

"Zheng!" Another sword collision.

The tip of the sword landed on the ground, supporting the weight of the person, "I lost." It was not the guards who had been pressed and beaten all the time, but Alfonso, who had always seemed to be in the ascendancy.

In order to gain the initiative, he had to attack continuously, otherwise he would not be able to dodge all the opponent's attacks once he switched to the defender.

But after all, the young man's physical strength is limited, and after only ten minutes of fighting, he is already sweating and unable to fight anymore.

Although he lost, several guards on the spot applauded, and the commander of the guards said with admiration: "Your Highness has mastered the essence of the sword, in my opinion, when Your Highness becomes an adult, no one in the aristocratic duel circle will be your opponent!" ”

Alfonso smiled, waiting to respond: "I ......"

"Good! Sure enough, as rumored, His Royal Highness the Prince is a hero out of a young man, and it seems that I am going to have a knight king in Spain, which is really a blessing for the people! A slightly feminine male voice interrupted Alfonso's words with applause.

Alfonso frowned, why did the maid disturb her morning exercise without reminding her?

Following the prestige, it turned out to be a middle-aged man dressed as a priest and Queen Isabella looking at him with a smile.

When he saw this man, he felt even more disgusted, it was Father Clarit, whom Isabella had met when she had taken him to prayer before, and it really did not make a good impression on him.

In his opinion, this priest is a typical religious liar who relies on the favor of the monarch and forms a party for personal gain.

However, Alfonso had always believed that he should not make a pointless feud when he was unable to destroy the other party, and he smiled and walked towards Isabella and the others.

I was going to give the queen a warm hug, but Isabella looked at him sweating and gently avoided it.

He didn't care about this, he stood there and said with a smile: "Mom, you guys came to see me practice swords so early, which really makes me happy, and Father Clarit, I haven't seen you for more than half a month, and the Lord is obviously protecting you." ”

Father Clarit smiled and nodded: "It is said that the royal family is going to France for a vacation, so I rushed to meet His Royal Highness the Prince, may the Lord bless your trip." ”

Obviously, the priest did not intend to run with them to France, and the rebels would not do anything to him as a clergyman when they came in, at most his power was a little weaker than before.

The purpose of this trip is mostly to make a familiar face in front of Alfonso, and to prevent a prince's revenge in the future.

"Father Clarit had planned to go with us to France, but considering that the people of Madrid needed a conscientious man to spread the glory of the Lord, and that we needed someone to stay in Spain to preach the goodness of the Bourbons, we persuaded him." Isabella told Alfonso that she hoped her son would understand who the royal family could trust.

"......" Alfonso only felt that his mother really had no talent for being a king.

The priest chimed in: "May the Lord punish those traitors, they are the worst of all."

Rest assured that Her Majesty and Her Royal Highness the Prince will be in Madrid waiting for the return of the Bourbons and praying for you day and night. ”

Alfonso didn't bother to talk to him, just remembering that when he returned in the future, it would be enough for the priest to have a copy of the purge.

"Mom, did you come to me, are you leaving now?"

"Well, I have to interrupt your practice today, it took some time to contact the French before, and the deadline given by the rebels is still one day away, and they will attack the city when the time comes, we better hurry up, your things and maids have already packed up."

With that, Isabella looked at Alfonso's face and sweat-soaked hair, which was still rosy from the exercises.

"But it's not that urgent, you go take a shower first and then come to the palace gate." The queen still had no sense of urgency.

Alfonso, of course, had nothing to do, and after saying goodbye, he parted ways with them and went to the bathroom in the palace.

Normally the maids would prepare hot water just when he finished his morning exercise, but normally he would rest for a while and fight for two rounds, but today there was only one round, so the water was not yet good.

"Your Highness...... Your Highness, the water is not yet ready. "The two maids in charge of boiling the water were panicked, they belonged to less important people, so they were not brought along.

If it was a normal day, they would not be so flustered, but everyone knew that the Bourbon dynasty was about to be overthrown, what if Alfonso wanted to kill them before leaving?

“…… Don't be so panicked, just bring cold water. Alfonso sighed slightly, and the two maids could see how unpopular Isabella's rule was, and it was no wonder that others wanted to rebel.

…

Alfonso soaked in the bath, the water running across his arms, streamlined muscles swearing their strength.

Looking at the empty bathroom, he clenched his fists slightly, he could feel that he was stronger today than yesterday, and muttered to himself: "Is this the golden finger, a month has made me change from a beginner to a skilled swordsman, and my appearance is ......the same every week."

He had a hunch that if he continued at this rate, he might already be able to dodge bullets by the time he became an adult.