The shadow of the sun is skewed, and the birds return to their nests.

The fading dusk stained the earth with the last bits of red, and the darkness of the night loomed into the corner of the eye before it had time to pay attention. The summer cicadas chirp like crazy, and the stuffy feeling unique to summer nights precipitates in the air, and even the slightly blowing gusts of wind carry a warm and humid touch.

The street lights along the road have been turned on, and the street lamps that look like stars on the ground show a sense of existence beside the road that has become dark. The new street lights, which are connected to the latest electrical network systems, require a simple operation by the operator and are enough to light up the street lights of the entire college. This used to be a task that required many street light managers to complete, but now it only takes one action and can be solved in a matter of seconds.

Brighter than torches or oil lamps, and easier to use - since the advent of electric lighting systems more than a hundred years ago, the Empire has spared no effort to promote the use of electricity in all its territories, and now it has basically guaranteed electricity around major cities.

Using tools covered with ancient texts, discrete magic in nature is extracted as a primary energy source, and then converted into electricity suitable for transmission through a guò conversion device. Through transmission, substation and distribution, the electricity used to drive the tool is supplied to each user.

As a representative of the "new product" of the integration of engineering and magic, the Ming of electrical engineering has greatly changed the world. Since the beginning of the eighties of the last century, the continuous clarity and application of these "new things" have set off a new engineering revolution after the steam mechanism.

The continuous integration and progress of the energetic new engineering and the continuous development of magic since ancient times have changed the lives of most civilized races in this world. Even the most conservative of Gulnius cannot deny that these new things have brought too much convenience to life.

As the night gradually shrouded in, the Catrice Academy was quite lively. Without the sun, which afflicts people's skin and eyes, the temperature is slightly more acceptable. Apprentices who had previously been reluctant to go out also sprang up in the streets, enjoying their leisure at the end of the day.

At this time, the sports field is bustling with hustle and bustle, and apprentices who are willing to train themselves have begun to use the facilities in this field to move their bodies, which have become sluggish due to the fatigue caused by the heat of the day. From simple long-distance running to ball games, the apprentices sweat their youth on this stadium.

In the corner of the sports field, there is an open space that is simply divided into several pieces by barbed wire. It was a practice ground for apprentices to learn swordsmanship and bowing, and under the simple lighting, you could see that various targets were placed in each open space to practice using weapons.

It's just that whether it's a swordsmanship class or an archery class...... or any other courses that require the use of this space, which are not required in the Academy's curriculum at this time. A long, long time ago, this kind of training in the use of cold weapons was relegated to the back burner and was only open to apprentices in need.

However, there are very few apprentices in this need, and all the courses that use cold weapons are the least popular on the list of optional courses offered by the academy to apprentices. The number of applicants for these courses throughout the year is difficult to form a complete class, and they have to be reluctantly organized to teach.

It was in such a practice field that people were now using it to practice their weapons, and the sound of hard objects striking echoed above the clearing.

It was Oscar, who was constantly swinging the wooden practice sword in his hand to hit the target in front of him.

The straw doll is covered with a layer of wooden "armor" that cuts corners, tattered dolls and armor, and it looks like it has been around for some years, but it has not completely broken down and is left here to be used as a target. There are a lot of scars added to Oscar's continuous blowing.

On the other hand, Lizzie's attention was not on Oscar, she sat on a messy lawn, staring blankly at the street lamp not far away. In a paper bag at his feet are a few pieces of freshly baked cookies, and the aroma of cream spreads into the air along with the heat.

Looking blankly at the street lamp that was so bright that it attracted a lot of nocturnal bugs, Lizzie's mind didn't know where it had drifted. As if it were a mechanical action, she casually stuffed a small yellow cookie into her mouth, and her eyes were still locked on the street lamp not far away.

Glancing at the distracted Lizzie, Oscar wiped the sweat from his head with his free hand, gasped and said, "No, I'm sorry, Miss Liqi...... How much longer do I need to do this?"

Oscar stood in the middle of the clearing, holding his medium-sized wooden practice sword, which was almost half a man tall, on the ground. From the beginning to the present, he has been wielding a wooden sword at Liqi's request to hit a rudimentary doll in front of him, and has hit it hundreds of times so far.

He really didn't know what value Liggie had to have in asking him to repeat this monotonous mechanical activity other than consuming it. The constant swing made his hands seem as if they were no longer his, and the tiredness filled every cell in his body from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Ahh......h You mean striking training. Lizzie, who was pulled back to reality by him, was stunned for a moment, but she didn't hide the fact that she was distracted, just looked at him and said in a lethargic tone, "How many times have you waved...... I don't think it's even a thousand, right?"

Lizzie clapped her hands, stood up, and staggered over to Oscar. The young man, who had been beating the target seriously, was now almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and all the strength of his body was added to the practice sword that held the ground, as if he was using this sword as a crutch.

"You mean...... A thousand?"

Hearing Lizzie's words, Oscar's red face turned white because of physical activity. In fact, her request was not unattainable, but he had a hunch that if he really swung a thousand times with a medium-sized practice sword as Lizzie said, he would definitely not be able to get out of bed tomorrow because of muscle soreness.

"Ahh It's not 10,000, it's just a thousand. Lizzie nodded, jokingly deliberately blowing up an even more exaggerated number, "Since you said that you want to work hard to become stronger, isn't it a matter of course to build muscles?

Lizzie's tone was merciless, and Oscar knew she was right. To improve the ability of a sorcerer to cast spells, he must constantly practice and learn, and he must use his body to fight with various means. Skill, strength, experience, these are indispensable.

He's standing here now being trained by Lizzie because he told Curt that he wants to work hard to make himself stronger. After visiting Lizzie's bedroom that day and fainting due to poisoning, he expressed his determination to Curt in the hope that Curt would teach him how to use weapons in combat.

Of course, he didn't know that he had been poisoned by Lizzie and Curt and fainted, but even if he did, he would have chosen to ask the two siblings for advice.

Hoping to be a great mercenary is due to his own personal reasons. It's just that the actual battle is very different from what he imagined, and the slightest carelessness may cost him his life. After actually participating in the work of mercenaries, he realized that with his current level, participating in the battle was undoubtedly a delay.

Becoming stronger is not an end in itself, but a means to an end - if he doesn't want to die in the mercenary job he voluntarily chooses to join, he must train himself.

Just when Oscar complained bitterly, but honestly returned to the training position, Lizzie suddenly changed her mind: "Forget it, the Eternal City is not built in a day, and a warrior cannot be refined by just one day of training." Well, now you're given two choices - a thousand more swings at that target, or a simple mock battle with me, which one do you choose?"

Oscar was stunned, he stiffly turned his face to look at Lizzie, who had been in a good time, and said, "Please, do I have a choice?" Miss Liqi, why do you wave a thousand more times... You'd better spare me. As for what a 'simple' simulation battle is...... I don't think it's easy to fight you. ”

Oscar doesn't forget how he was treated when he challenged Curt to a mock battle at the Southwind Tavern. The ailing mercenary took a stick and scattered Oscar's spell, then knocked him unconscious before he could react.

As for the weak girl in front of her, Oscar will not underestimate her - the last picture of the spider knocked to pieces by her is still vivid. It is precisely because he knows that these two people are on a completely different level than himself that Oscar wants them to teach him how to be stronger.

But now she is making demands for war... Oscar felt that if he really chose to fight her, it might be worse than a thousand more swings.

"The choice is yours, and it's your freedom to choose. Lizzie stood ten steps in front of Oscar, her eyes not shining, but undoubtedly staring at him, "Whether it's swing practice or a mock battle with me, I only provide options and won't help you make a decision." ”

Swinging is an exercise in body and strength, and fighting Lizzie, an opponent who is far more powerful than most of the people he's ever seen, is definitely much more rewarding than practicing alone.

How to choose, it seemed that there should not be any doubt at the beginning, and after a moment of silence, Oscar suddenly laughed.

――Why not?

Taking a deep breath and letting the air relieve the fatigue in his body, Fang Cai's rest had already allowed him to recover a little, and now he had the strength to move his body. He looked at where Lizzie was, raised the practice sword in his hand in front of him, and made a gesture ready to attack.

"Very good, at least in this area, you are halfway there. Lizzie's eyes showed a look of approval, but she still didn't make a move to prepare to attack, "Attack it, I promise I won't fight back - as long as you can hit me, even your other half is qualified." ”

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