"Have you received your reward?" Edward had just walked from the carriage when he bumped into Sir Leonardo, who was standing there with his back to the trunk of the tree, and the other party had obviously been waiting for a long time: "Thinking about the generosity of the Minest family, that sword must not be an ordinary commodity." ”

"Would you like to see it?" Edward asked with a smile, but he didn't expect Leonardo to shake his head, pull out his saber from his waist, and the bright blade gently patted his arm: "I would like to see your sword skills more than that sword, I hope it won't disappoint me." ”

"Come on, let me see what my brother Thornier has taught you, if that's what he did—I'm skeptical. Sir Leonardo smiled and pulled away some distance, his sword always pointed at Edward: "As far as I know, he has never killed a blood wolf leader!"

"I think it's just my luck. The black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders, the five fingers of his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, the silver long sword was gently spread in Edward's hand, and the steady tip of the sword did not even tremble: "It is also my honor to be able to accompany you to warm up in the morning." ”

"I hope you'll think the same way in the future. Sir Leonardo was still smiling, without the slightest warning, the sword in his hand was already raised above his head, mixed with the rain and dew of the early morning, and slashed towards Edward!

In just an instant, the long sword in Edward's hand slashed down and up from the right, and the two swords clashed together, and the sparks of the collapse were clearly visible. Sir Leonardo moved rapidly at a speed completely disproportionate to his size, and every step seemed to be dancing to the beat of a drum.

The sword swung and tore through the oncoming air with a whistling sound, and the two almost identical knight's swords kept slashing and picking thorns, and even made it impossible to see the flickering afterimage, as if it were the tip of a dancer's toes.

Yes, it was like dancing, Edward couldn't help but laugh, but the sword in his hand didn't dare to stop for a moment - this knight of the sacred tree was obviously more swordsmanship than the Tomund he had met at sea, especially the opponent's moves, even if he parried and responded like this, he was full of rhythm.

Alan who had just walked out of the tent and was passing by inadvertently looked at these two people dumbfounded, the sharp blade that was swinging quickly didn't seem to have the slightest intention of sparing his hand, and his fierce posture seemed to be eager to split the other party in two with the next sword!

Sir Leonardo's sword swing was as fierce and steady as his father, Viscount Otto Cwyn, each sword was swift and swift, like a silver serpent flying like thunder, as endless as the waves of the sea, and the steps under his feet seemed to be a passionate dance music, and every step was aggressive.

And Edward became a lonely boat in this magnificent wave, constantly shuttling between the waves and tides, each time it was full of danger but firmly avoided, and even able to control the waves, wielding his long sword that could only see shadows, and launching counterattacks against Sir Leonardo again and again!

"Bell-!" Sir Leonardo smashed the oncoming blade with a sword, and took two steps back, but there was not much joy on his face: "Sure enough, as I thought, you have not really been exposed to swordsmanship, only some basics." ”

Sir Leonardo Cambrai had been trained from an early age to the exacting standards of the Knights of the Sacred Tree - how much swordsmanship anyone had learned, he could almost just look at it.

The little squire, Edward Witwood, had only learned the most basic swordsmanship and steps, but he worked so hard that the basic movements and moves melted into his veins and brain like a physical instinct, and it was obvious that he had given a lot of things to be able to be a good squire.

But if that's all there is, he's just a "hard squire", and he's only a word or two of praise at best. This kind of squire Sir Leonardo, who practiced desperately in order to inherit the title of knight master one day, has seen a lot, and there are some good talents, but that kind of "good talent" is fundamentally different from Edward.

This kid seems to have some kind of special "insight" ability, which allows him to see his own sword path clearly, and even adapt to his own rhythm, just like ...... It's like a dancer who has a natural sense of musicality and is extremely confident in himself, and can dance to the beat as long as he hears the music!

"It's not worth the trouble of having my little squire - and I've only been serving your brother, Sir Tornier, for a few months. Edward took a breath as Sir Leonardo's sword skills were almost dizzying: "I hope you haven't been disappointed." ”

"Of course not!" Sir Leonardo was a real man, and without the slightest concealment of his intention to praise it, he shook a sword flower and sheathed his sword: "It seems that Sir Loras is right, you little squire can indeed bring a lot of surprises to others." ”

"If I could, I would have liked you to be a squire for me, but considering that you could so calmly refuse even Lady Angelica's reward, I'm afraid that the status of a squire can no longer satisfy you. Sir Leonardo stepped forward and looked at him with a determined expression: "I'm afraid there is only one thing you want." ”

"Become a Knight of the Sacred Tree. Edward nodded, his expression was very flat: "Of course, if you can have this honor, I am also willing to serve you." ”

"You don't think about it, I know best who my brother is—you have a very confident temper that he has his bearing, and I think that's why he admires you so much. Sir Leonardo laughed a little tiredly: "That bastard is finally dead, it seems that even the Radiant Cross has had enough of him like that!"

Edward nodded slightly, he now began to understand why Sir Leonardo cared so much about him, I am afraid that some of his personality traits were similar to that of that Sir Tornier, which made him feel a little favorable.

"You would like to know what Sir Tornier died for, and by whom. Edward deliberately lowered his voice and looked at him with a somewhat inquiring gaze: "But you never asked me. ”

"Of course I want to know, it's my brother, it's my blood relative and the only blood relative in the world!I want to know more than anyone else, I want to kill that murderer!" Sir Leonardo's expression didn't change in the slightest, but his voice was as cold as a fierce wind and snow in the bitter cold: "But I also know that this matter will not be so simple. ”

"Otherwise, why haven't you taken the initiative to sue me until now?" Sir Leonardo smiled a little weakly, "Apparently this secret is so dangerous that you can't trust anyone, right?"

Edward could only acquiesce. Leonardo pursed his lips and patted him on the shoulder: "I will protect you to the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, no one in this world can hurt you before this - such a heavy thing, you should not bear it alone, this hatred belongs to the entire Knights of the Sacred Tree!"

With that, he smiled at Edward and walked towards the tents of the Knights of the Sacred Tree in the camp. Edward stood alone, his dark eyes flickering, and his expression was as silent as a pool of stagnant water, as if he was thinking about something.

"Although this is very abrupt, how long are you going to stand behind that tree?" Allen, who had been hiding behind the shade of the tree, and was secretly glancing, was startled by Edward who suddenly turned his head, and his face was a little stunned, but he still walked over with a "noble posture" without giving way: "I, I just passed by, so I didn't peek!"

"Of course. Edward's face was sincere with "I believe in you", but it was a pity that the curvature of the corners of his mouth revealed his current snickering mood: "You are really worried, how can I doubt that you did such a thing?"

That's what I thought...... Alan only felt his teeth itching, and his face still had a slight flush from being found out that he had done something bad, and his right hand holding the hilt of his sword kept shaking and trying to draw his sword to kill the bastard.

Fortunately, although she was so excited, the girl had not forgotten the purpose of looking for him: "I saw you and your mother talking for a long time just now, what did you say......?

Alan was stuck again in the middle of his words, the bright pink spread from his neck to his cheeks, Edward looked at her with a somewhat curious smile, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "No near...... What?"

"Nothing!" Alan was so angry that he didn't know why, and glared at Edward fiercely, "You—you haven't answered my question yet, little squire!"

"Okay......" Edward nodded with a little disappointment, "Your mother, Lady Angelica, gave me a sword, and then allowed me to follow Sir Leonardo back to the headquarters of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and that's it." ”

"That's all...... Is that so?"

"That's all. Edward smiled and whispered, "Ah, yes, and your warhorse, which I tethered in the woods last night, and I'm going to bring it back." ”

"No, I'll give you the horse...... Think of it as a congratulatory gift to you in advance to become a Sacred Tree Knight. Alan smiled, but unfortunately the smile was very reluctant no matter how you look at it, and there was a bit of loneliness in the corner of his eyes: "Anyway, it won't be long before I have a chance to ride a horse." ”