Eric grinned: "Young Master Lance is really interested, it's rare to see you practicing swords, do you want me to accompany you to practice?"

"My father said that it is always difficult to perceive one's shortcomings when one practices behind closed doors. Only when I practiced against others did I know that Lu Dao's boring and hard practice was a pride in swordsmanship, which was actually full of flaws. ”

The blonde boy glanced at the crowd, consciously or unconsciously, straightened his chest, and looked at Lance with some defiance.

It was a long-standing fact in the castle that the second young master of the Viscount was a waste, and under the deliberate manipulation and dissemination of the Grand Lady, almost everyone believed so firmly, although the wizard of Amman had confessed to Lance's talent for witchcraft a week earlier, which made everyone in the castle look up to Lance. But after all, witchcraft is too far away from them, they can't see or touch, although there are all kinds of legends to bring a sense of fear and awe, but compared with the real and visible power of swordsmanship, it is a bit illusory; second, a few days ago, a small news suddenly came out of the castle, it is said that Young Master Lance has no talent for witchcraft at all, and the reason why the wizard of Amman confirmed that Young Master Lance wrote that magic rune is only for some other reason.

If the viscount was in the castle, such rumors would have been stifled. However, Lord Viscount, who has always been in the castle, and Young Master Griffin went north to the Red River Plain together, and the person in charge of the castle was Mrs. Nancy, so such rumors were naturally easy to intensify.

Coupled with Lance's usual performance of waste wood, for a while, almost everyone thought that the second young master had bought the old mage to fool Viscount Lane, and he himself was still a waste as before.

Among all of them, of course, was Eric.

As the son of the captain of the castle patrol, his status in the castle is not low, except for the viscount's family, the rest of the people are not as good as him. plays together on weekdays, and they all respect him. Eric has a proud temperament and is also very talented in swordsmanship, and under the cultivation of his father Ola, he has good swordsmanship ability at a young age, which further fuels his arrogance.

"If it's a strong man like Young Master Griffin, I will definitely serve him with all my heart. But why would a genius like me bow down to him?" Eric thought to himself.

He held his head high and looked at Lance.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "No!"

A red-faced girl walked out from behind the boys with some trepidation, her clothes dirty and her hand carrying a wooden sword.

"Brother Lance, you are weak, don't practice with Eric, he is very powerful. Erin looked at Lance with some nervousness.

Lance had actually seen his sister hiding in the crowd a long time ago, but he still pretended to be surprised and asked, "Erin, why are you with them?"

As the adopted daughter of the viscount, it doesn't seem to be a glorious thing to mix with a group of boys whose status is far lower than herself.

Erin's face flushed suddenly, and she didn't know what to say.

Eric preemptively said, "Young Master Lance, Miss Erin is just looking for something for us. However, what she just said is also true, your body is weak, I'm afraid it is not suitable for sword training, so it is better to hide back in the castle quickly, so as not to catch a cold and fall ill by the sea breeze. ”

With that, he looked at Lance with a smug face, but the rest of the teenagers didn't dare to follow suit, just stood behind him and looked at Lance gloatingly.

"Eric, where I want to go, it's not up to you. Lance said something slowly, but then, his tone suddenly became stern:

"An inferior person must have the consciousness of an inferior person, and your father swore allegiance to my father, and you will swear allegiance to me in the future. I am the master, you are the servant, and when the servant speaks to the master, he must know how to measure himself. But the tone of your voice just now made me very unhappy!"

"Now, apologize to me!" Lance looked at him.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that Lance, who was usually incomparably packed, would actually say such a thing.

Eric blushed even more, what a haughty man he was, to be so ridiculed by the recognized waste of a castle!

What's more, he was still ridiculed in front of Miss Erin, whom he liked.

This is simply intolerable!

Fortunately, he is still a little sensible, although Viscount Zhilu Dao is not in the castle, but Lance is right, the relationship between the two sides is the relationship between the servant and the master, if he dares to resist, then the patrols near the castle will take him down immediately. When the time comes, when the viscount returns, he hears that someone dares to offend his son, and I am afraid that his father will be affected by himself.

So he could only grit his teeth and bow his head in a rough voice, "I'm sorry, Young Master Lance." ”

It's just that there is more hatred in his gaze when he looks at Lance.

Erin looked at Lance with some concern, and she took his hand: "Brother Lance, forget it, Eric didn't mean to, let's go back." ”

Lance ignored her, but looked at Eric with some amusement: "I heard that your swordsmanship is good?"

Eric muffled, "It's okay." ”

"Very well!" Lance smiled and pointed at Eric, "Eric, son of Aura, now I command you to fight with me." ”

"What?!" Erin was taken aback, she hurriedly pulled Lance's sleeve and shook her head, "Brother Lance, Eric's swordsmanship is very powerful, and you don't know any swordsmanship at all?!"

"Don't compare yourself to him, shall we go back?"

The rest of the people were also surprised, they had a lot of contact with Lance, and they had never seen Lance so confident today.

It's just that where does his self-confidence come from? Looking at his figure, he is still so thin?

"Well, Master Lance does seem to be a little stronger...... a careful boy found that Lance's arms were indeed a lot thicker, but compared to the tall Eric on the other side, it was nothing more than that.

Seventeen years old, Eric was already as tall and strong as his father, he had been practicing swordsmanship for more than eight years, and there were few people in the castle's patrol who were better than him.

In the eyes of everyone, Lance picked Eric to compare the sword, and the end must have been miserable.

When Eric heard this, he was overjoyed, he was worried that there was nowhere to vent his anger, and Lance actually sent this waste to the door to find abuse?

He hurriedly agreed.

"Alright, Master Lance, let's get started. ”

After that, he couldn't wait to jump into the martial arts arena, quickly picked out a wooden sword and held it in his hand, and put on a very standard posture.

He didn't dare to use a real sword, Lance was a young master after all, and he wouldn't be able to eat and walk around if something really happened. But with a wooden sword, it can also humiliate Lance, and at the same time get a few blunt wounds, which can also be said to be accidentally injured when you can't hold your hand when practicing the sword.

"Damn it, how dare you say I'm your servant?" a hint of hideousness flashed in Eric's eyes: "How can a genius like me be your servant?

"Brother Lance, don't compare yourself to him!" Erin said with some concern.

Lance smiled and shook his head, motioning for Erin to drop his hand, and walked over to Eric.

"But before the sword game, I have a rule. Lance said.

"What rules?"

"We can only use basic swordsmanship when we compete with swords. Lance looked at Eric and explained, "Because I only know this kind of swordsmanship." ”

"You can only use basic swordsmanship, and you dare to compete with me?" said Eric, who almost didn't laugh out loud.

This young master Lance is simply not a wreck, but a brain-dead!

"Even if I only use basic swordsmanship, I can abuse this waste wood with my physical fitness alone!" Eric firmly believed in this, and promised with a mouthful: "Of course we can, we will use basic swordsmanship, and not others." ”

Lance nodded, he raised the wooden sword horizontally, made a simple parry position, and said, "Come on." ”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eric rushed over.

"How much does this kid want to abuse me......" Lance smiled in his heart, took a half step back, and took a gear.

Block successful!

Lance, the six major sword moves of basic swordsmanship, was already extremely proficient, and because of the chip, his movements at this time were almost exactly the same as Poirot's. Poirot's sword moves are the most standard among the patrols, so he is also the strongest one.

"Bang bang!"

With two muffled sounds, Eric had already attacked three times in a row, each time being fended off by Lance with great precision. His movements are very concise and clear, yet effective.

In terms of skill, the gap between Lance and Eric does not seem to be much. But in terms of physical fitness, the two are far behind.

"Although I successfully blocked it, my arms felt numb. If you block it a few more times, I'm afraid that your arms will be soft, and when the time comes, you will unconsciously lose your shape and lose the effect of your sword moves. Lance groaned in his heart, facing the menacing Eric, he no longer blocked hard, but a light turn, dodging the opponent's attack.

"It's my turn!"

Lance sent it with a standard cross-slash that looked ordinary, but it made Eric extremely uncomfortable.