"Alright, let's get here today, Your Highness Anson. Edward's tone was quite relaxed, and it was quite a stark contrast to Anson's sweaty appearance in front of him: "It should be good to have a good rest and recover your spirits." ”

"Do you think I'm not good enough, no!" The stubborn prince didn't mean to stop at all, still holding the practice wooden sword in his hand, pointing directly at Edward, his chin turned high: "I can continue to fight, this amount of training is not enough at all, I need more!"

With that, Anson unceremoniously stabbed at him, but the result still did not change - Edward only took a half step back, and Anson, who was shaken, immediately felt his wrist be struck hard. Before the sword could be removed, the stick that had come to life in Edward's hand stabbed him in the chest, as if it had hit a wall, and he fell into the bunker with a "pop".

Anson, who gritted his teeth, still didn't shout half a word of "pain", struggled to pick up the practice wooden sword again, and then got up and was knocked to the ground by Edward again.

Edward could almost see that the flame of "unconvinced" in Anson's eyes was burning, his brave and ruthless character, eager to show himself, eager to be different, and of course, he was also eager to be recognized and praised by others.

"That's it!" Edward almost forcibly snatched the practice wooden sword from Anson's hand, and the unconvinced Prince wanted to take it back, but Edward had already preemptively pressed it to the ground.

"I said, that's it for today, Your Highness Anson. Edward knelt down on one knee, his right hand propped on the little prince's chest, so that he could not get up: "Your body is almost close to its limit. ”

"And IMHO, this practice is useless - it is enough for the mediocre or second-rate rangers, but for the Knights of the Sacred Tree, the path is wrong in the first place. Edward slowly let go of his hand: "That's why, although there are many young nobles in the East who want to become the Knights of the Sacred Tree every year, there are always only a few who can actually join. ”

"It's because there's something ...... Trick, right?" Anson asked breathlessly, with an excited expression on his face, "I knew it was going to be like this, tell me about it!"

"That's not a trick, it's more like ...... It's a philosophy. Edward smiled and told Anson what Sir Leonardo had said to himself: "Sword skills are not just slashing and stabbing, stepping back and forth - this is only skill, what you need to do is to turn the sword into an extension of the arm, make it a part of your body." ”

"The core of sword skills is to let your opponent's rhythm be controlled by you, just like a drama - a brilliant opening, a fierce climax, and then a wonderful ending to the thunderous cheers!"

The little prince listened quite attentively, obviously looking very yearning, but there was a little confusion in his eyes, this was really the first time he had heard of this kind of thing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it yet, after all, this kind of thing doesn't happen overnight, it takes time to hone it slowly. Edward dragged Anson up from the ground, "Moreover, there are more important things than swordsmanship. ”

"More important things?"

"Yes, Your Highness, every brother who joins the Order, we ask him why and why he wields his sword, it is a tradition, and I recited my vow not long ago in front of the black tree banner on a white background and the Radiant Cross. Edward enlightened" the little prince: "The Knights of the Sacred Tree do not object to the fact that every brother has different goals, but it is far more important to know why to swing a sword than to know how to wield it. ”

"Why are you swinging the sword?" Anson glanced at the practice wooden sword in Edward's hand, and bit his lower lip a little dejectedly, completely devoid of the spirit of being a member of the Marcherus family: "I just don't want to disappoint my father, there is no purpose at all, becoming a Sacred Tree Knight is also a family tradition, and it is something I must do." ”

"Is that all?"

"Of course not, I will be a king, and a king who is much more powerful than my father. My father told me that if you want people to approve of you, you must first be a part of them, and that to be the commander of the Order, you must be the best knight, so that no one will object. Anson looked at Edward with burning eyes: "Sooner or later, I will surpass you one day and become the youngest knight of the Holy Tree in the Order!"

It's good, just as I imagined...... Edward smiled gently, looked at each other with Anson's aggressive and extremely dazzling gaze, and then humbly lowered his head: "I have no doubt about this, you will succeed!"

.................. After the practice, Edward did not go directly through the main entrance as usual, but made a slight turn, and went around the end of the corridor through another exit outside the balcony where he was training with His Highness Anson.

Although Edward never thought that he would be unwatched in this palace, he seemed to be really "above board" and seemed to be paying attention to himself all the time. But Edward also had to be aware that he might be spied on by others, and it was the most sensible choice to remain in a state of "unaware" in this state.

Really...... Edward smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at the little girl on the other side of the corridor who was lying on the door frame and trying to look inside, she looked about the same age as Anson, and generally girls develop faster than boys, so this little girl may be a year or two older than His Royal Highness.

Her pale chestnut hair was tied back at the back of her head, and she was wearing only a long dress with a black silk and white background that looked quite plain, and she set off the girl's petite cuteness, very likable, and her big bright eyes blinked, trying to peek through the crack in the door and the keyhole to the side of the wall.

The little girl also held a plate in her hand, two glasses of water and a dry towel - probably the attendant of His Highness Anson, the kind of servant who had grown up with him, not only in the south, but also among the nobles of Turin.

Obviously, this kind of servant who has been cultivated since childhood is more loyal, and will also become more dependent on the master's family, and there is no 'child labor law' in this era, and orphans struggling to survive in almshouses, large and small, will not care what kind of work they can do after being "adopted".

Edward shook his head self-deprecatingly, walked behind the little girl with his feet, and slowly leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you need me to open the door for you, Honorable Miss?"

"Babble!" the little girl was startled by Edward behind her, and almost knocked over the plate. The black-haired boy squatted down in time to support her, but he didn't expect the girl's face to turn red all of a sudden, as if she was panicked and helpless, and "escaped" her palm.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scared you like that. Edward, who didn't know who the other party was, had to apologize again and again: "Under Edward Witwood, if you need anything, you can ...... it."

"You, you don't have to do this, I should be the one who should apologize. The little girl seemed to be nervous and uncomfortable, her head was lowered, and her cheeks were smeared with a layer of bright red by the burning clouds of the sunset, "I shouldn't hide behind the door, let alone peek at the way you practice, I know it's not good, just because ......"

"I don't know what your name is. Edward asked, "What shall I call you?"

"Adele, you can call me Adele. The girl suddenly raised her head, and her watery eyes looked at Edward, with a little bit of baby fat and jade, and even people couldn't help but take a bite: "You, are you thirsty? I have ...... here."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Adele, but no. Edward politely declined and bowed to Adele, "I'm sorry to disturb you for this wonderful afternoon, I beg your pardon for having to leave now." As she spoke, she reached out and opened the door for her, smiling and turning towards the exit at the end of the hallway.

"Hey?" Adele stood stunned in place, as if she didn't expect that she would be rejected, and hurriedly put down the plate in her hand first, and then hurriedly chased after Edward with her skirt: "Please, please wait a minute!"

Edward, who heard the voice, immediately stood in place and turned around, and the panicked little girl bumped into him at once, and her cute little face suddenly turned even redder.

Seeing the "little maid" clumsily get up, Edward asked with a little "caring" eyes: "May I ask you for anything else?"

"There was a guy who asked me to give you this letter. The little maid looked shy, took out a stamped letter from her coat pocket, and handed it over with both hands: "He said that I will give it to you after I see you come out." ”

"Can you tell me what that man looks like?" Edward "casually" took the letter, and put it away without even looking at it, "For example, figure, or what is he carrying?"

"The man looked very tall, and he was wide, with a hood on his head, and he was ......," the distressed Adele shook her little head, indicating that she didn't know either.

Hood ...... Marco Tasker Edward wondered what could have allowed this guy to risk being discovered and get the news to the palace?

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