The heat is like steaming in midsummer, the night is as cool as water in late autumn, and the water drips into ice in midwinter.

The rotation of the four seasons always makes people feel the ruthlessness of time. With the advent of winter, the war in full swing will surely come to an end for the time being. In the first three months, the Snowton Southern Expeditionary Army had achieved the expected victory, but the counterattack of the Holy See of Light interrupted their momentum and left Ian in a stalemate.

November 18.

The logistics convoy escorted by Sirea was only three days away from the camp of the Central Route Army. But the old viscount didn't know that compared to the hundred carts of grain and grass, the boy he brought was of more important value.

After all, not everyone can change the course of history.

During the regular lunch break, the drivers leaned on the side of the road, either closing their eyes or gossiping.

Patrick, the leader of the guard, sat on an old wooden stake, carefully wiping the sword in his hand. They were lucky enough to never encounter the desert cavalry of Setstian, and by now, the convoy was basically out of danger, but Patrick was still vigilant, which is the quality of a knight.

"Patrick ...... Uncle?" The black and thin boy squatted not far from him, looking worried that he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask. Nerota was not short of courage, the boy who had stolen his life from the dragon's kiss had already made up his mind to confront Davide in front of the king's tent, and whether he succeeded or not, he would be met with bloody revenge.

"Something?" Patrick stopped his hand and looked sideways at him. This knight from the mountains of Goloso is like a solid rock, loyal to his master and ruthless to his enemies.

"I've heard them say you're pretty good, aren't you?" said Nerota's words a little smoother, staring at the sword in his hand. The face is yearning.

"In the Imperial Army, there are hundreds of high-ranking soldiers like me, and there are not a few high-ranking soldiers," Patrick replied solemnly, as if reading through his thoughts. "The real power is the legendary warrior Lord Cattroman, who can easily defeat the dragon knight with one person and one sword. ”

"Become a Legendary Warrior...... Is it a very difficult thing?" to this peasant boy, the legendary warrior is like a cloud on the horizon, he may have heard the relevant legends, but he can't form a real feeling.

"The Empire is full of talents, but the only one who can reach the realm of legends is Lord Cattroman. Viscount Sirea walked over, sat down next to Nerota, and patted him on the shoulder, "Son, that's not something that 'difficult' can describe. ”

"If I start practicing martial arts from now on, will I still have a chance to reach the Legendary Realm?" asked Nerota unrelentingly.

Patrick turned his head to look at him, reached out and pinched his bones and joints, and shook his head in reply. "I advise you to die of this heart, you are not the material for martial arts practice at all. Even if you practice hard day and night, there is no possibility of being promoted to the middle level before the age of thirty. ”

Nerota lowered her head in frustration and stared at her thin hands, as his lack of strength was evident in the past when he worked on the farm. However, in terms of agility and balance, he is the best among his peers.

"Don't be sad, child," reassured Viscount Sirea, "if you really want to learn. I can let Patrick teach you. ”

"Family master, in three days, we will arrive at the camp of the Middle Route Army. Patrick raised his eyebrows and prevaricated.

"Then you can teach him for three days. Viscount Sirea commanded without question, this poor boy was about the same age as his youngest grandson, and perhaps this was one of the reasons why the old viscount was willing to help him.

Bite!

The sound of blades clashing was muffled, suggesting that one of the swords was not made of metal. Of course, Patrick also used an unbladed practice sword, so as not to accidentally injure the sparring boy.

Armed with a hardwood sword, Nerota moved with guò's footsteps, dodging Patrick's deliberately slowed attack. High enthusiasm is the best teacher, and in just one day, his movements already look like they're in shape.

After the convoy camped, Narota pestered Patrick to practice. Due to his lack of wrist strength to wield a heavy iron sword, Viscount Sirea carved a wooden sword for him out of iron pear wood, which is also the most commonly used instrument for beginners.

Thinking of this, the young man's heart swelled with deep gratitude to the old viscount.

"Focus!" While he was distracted, Patrick stirred hard, and the wooden sword in the young man's hand flew out of his hand. In the eyes of the high-ranking knights, the other party's every move is full of flaws.

In the face of Patrick's reprimand, Nerota hurried over, picked up his sword, bowed, and re-positioned.

"Feel the center of gravity of the sword and learn to use the weight of the blade......" Patrick said, holding the sword forward and putting pressure on the opponent.

Nerota switched to a one-handed sword, first swung hard, and when Patrick raised to block, he suddenly drew his sword, and shortened the distance with a roll, and when Patrick secretly said "not good", the long sword in the young man's hand had already reached the position of his life.

"What kind of scoundrel trick is this?" Patrick scolded in shame, he had also been negligent just now, otherwise he would never have been so wolfy.

At this moment, there was a hearty laugh from the side. In order to avoid people's eyes, the place where the two practiced was on the side of a gentle hill outside the camp, and from the other direction, Viscount Sirea was walking slowly.

"The head of the house. Patrick stuck his sword in the earth, struck his chest with one hand, and made a knightly salute.

"Sir. Nerota got up from the ground, patted the dust off her body, and did the same, and bowed to her breast.

"You're not a knight of House Sirea yet, so you don't have to salute. The old viscount said with a kind smile on his face, waving his hand.

"In order to repay the kindness of the sir, I am willing to become your knight. The boy said word by word, his expression serious.

Patrick pouted, this kid, does he think that canonizing a knight is an easy thing. At least after years of practice, familiarity with the use of the spear and sword, and the trial of the head of the guò family, one is eligible to be canonized.

"I'll talk about this when you grow up," Viscount Sirea didn't discourage him, and casually agreed, and then stretched out his hand to beckon, "Let's go, let's go to dinner, if you want to be a knight, you need to be as strong as Patrick." ”

Nerota nodded vigorously, and the three turned to head towards the camp.

Behind them, the remnant sun is like blood.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）