Ben took a deep breath and calmed his mind. He took out the seeds of three thorn vines from the ghost and urged them with natural magic.

Suddenly, the thorn vine grew rapidly, and then stretched, bursting with vitality, adding some vitality to this ice and snow world.

The thorn vines grew quickly, and in less than a moment, completely covered the entire courtyard. Their vines streaked at the snow and ice, shattering them and driving away the chill that filled the sky.

The scene of the courtyard is as if spring has just broken through the ice, bursting with their vitality and driving away the traces of winter.

The air is still a little cold, but it's not so biting.

Feeling the atmosphere of the courtyard, Stupid smiled sarcastically.

Bartholomew suddenly knew that the environment he had worked so hard to create had been broken, and there was no way to play a greater role.

He stopped drawing arcane lines in the air with the Frost Sword, and instead swung it at Ben with the Frost Sword. He didn't believe that the fighting spirit he had cultivated for decades would not be comparable to that of a child.

Indeed, the stupid age is too young, and Bartholomew is a child in his heart.

Stupid didn't hesitate, took out the ghost, and blocked Bartholomew's frost sword.

The Frost Sword rushed towards the stupid ...... with a cold aura that seemed to freeze people Ben seemed to feel like a person driving in the ice and snow at high speed, and his body was hit by the cold air that rushed to his face.

Secretly running the "Great Chaos Heavenly Spirit Technique", driving away the cold qi that invaded the body. The cold air seemed to be only a little bit, but it had a strong permeability, and it would enter the innermost part of his body, destroying the body's functions. Stupid didn't dare to let these cold breaths penetrate deep into his body.

At the same time, the stupid run played the shadow fighting spirit and used the Chunhua of "Heavenly Thorn".

Chunhua has a total of 36 styles, 18 types of attack, and 18 types of defense, which can deal with opponents who are one or two levels higher than themselves. But the price to pay is also considerable. Stupid Shadow Fighting Qi, his physical strength is only enough to use Chunhua once.

As he was in the midst of the spring blossoms, Bartholomew only felt that gorgeous flowers seemed to bloom in front of his eyes, and these flowers, carrying the scorching spring sun, quickly broke through the cold aura emitted by his frost sword. The cold melts away as quickly as in the spring sun.

Bartholomew knew that if he didn't exert any more strength, the little advantage he had would be broken.

He increased the output of the Ice Fighting Qi, because the output of the Fighting Qi was too much, and even he felt a little exhausted. It's been a long time since this feeling has been in his life. It seemed that since he became a Saint Rank master, he hadn't felt such a feeling anymore.

Still, he didn't stop these gorgeous flowers from blooming around him.

Hua, flowers, spring flowers, is Chunhua.

The tenacious vitality of spring flowers is not so easy to break.

Looking at such gorgeous flowers, Bartholomew knew that he couldn't resist it.

He quickly retreated, holding his own square inch, only hoping that he could still hold his little bit of territory when the flowers were blooming all over the field in the spring. He also knew that if he was attacked by these spring flowers, then he would not be so simple as being a little injured.

Although these spring flowers are beautiful, they have a strong sense of aggression, a strong sense of vitality, and a strong breath of the sun......

And stupid at this time, but full of fighting spirit. He felt the warmth of spring, he breathed a long sigh of relief, enjoying the scorching sun and vitality of spring in such a spring day...... He knew he had won.

At this time, he stopped the eighteen-style attack, and did not send them all out, but slowly retreated to the defensive style.

He didn't want to hurt Bartholomew, Bartholomew was still a relatively upright person, such a person, in a high position, could still insist on something that should be adhered to, it was really not easy.

Finally, both stopped.

Bartholomew stood there with the Frost Sword, his body was a little embarrassed, his clothes were cut by the stupid Yuming, and he even suffered a little wound on his body. Although these injuries were only superficial and did not hurt his muscles and bones, they also made him understand his failure.

And Ben still stood there indifferently, holding Youming in his hand, as if he hadn't even changed places, and had been standing there.

"I lost......" Bartholomew said bitterly.

How long has it been, it seems that since he became a fifth-level master, he has not tried and failed. When he was younger, he was so talented that he never had a peer his opponent. He is old, he is already a saint-level master, and no one has ever challenged his majesty.

Unexpectedly, today, he was defeated at the hands of a child. Of course, when he thought of the word child, he didn't have any derogatory meaning in his heart, just starting from his stupid age, thinking of him so young......

"Then you should resupply me. "Stupid or so indifferent.

"Okay, I'll give you all the papers. But whether you can get supplies from the warehouse, is another story. I don't have to take care of the warehouse. Bartholomew said.

In fact, he was also a little guilty of dragging down the supplies on the front line. But, after all, this was something ordered by the evil eye of the eldest prince, and he didn't dare to disobey it.

Having just experienced defeat, and it was at the hands of a child, Bartholomew suddenly felt a little disheartened, feeling that any power, glory and wealth were all in the past. Only your own strength is the most important.

As strong as he was, he never thought that he would fail one day.

He suddenly woke up to the fact that perhaps few of the things he had done in the past thirty years were right. If he hadn't been so greedy for power, but had worked hard to cultivate, maybe he wouldn't have been defeated so easily in the hands of a child today, and even after working hard, it would not be impossible to advance to a legend.

He suddenly felt that he was lucky, and it was the failure brought to him by stupidity that woke him up. He decided that he wanted to start over and live a new life in the future.

What Stupid didn't expect was that because of him, Bartholomew actually came to his senses, and then began to practice diligently, and many years later, he did enter the legendary realm.

............

"So, when are you going to do something for me?" asked Stupid.

"Wait for the old man to change his clothes, and then we will go to the quartermaster office together. The seals and stuff are there. So it is necessary to go to the quartermaster's office. Bartholomew replied.

Stupid nodded.

It didn't take long for Bartholomew to come out with a change of clothes.

The two rode in Bartholomew's carriage toward the quartermaster's office.

The officers of the Quartermaster Department were very surprised to see Ben and Bartholomew arriving together. They all knew that Bartholomew was ordered by the evil eye of the eldest prince to deliberately avoid stupidity. They didn't expect that after going out for a long time, Bartholomew and Ben went back to the quartermaster office together.

Bartholomew was really happy, didn't say anything, took the documents handed over by the stupid, approved them, and then stamped them.

"300,000 tons of grain, 500,000 pieces of armor, weapons. Let's see if there's anything wrong?"

"That's right, that's right. Okay, thank you. Stupid looked at the documents, and sure enough, there was nothing wrong with it.

Thinking that he had finally taken the first step, Stupid seemed to feel that the supplies were beckoning him to pick them up. He finally furrowed his frown.

"You can do the following things yourself. It's time to go to the warehouse. The people in the warehouse are all from the Great Prince, so I guess you won't be able to get supplies so easily. Bartholomew kindly reminded.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get them to supply me. Stupid said.

After saying that, Stupid ran towards the warehouse.

Warehouses were built on the outskirts of the city, there were warehouses for storing grain, and there were warehouses for storing armor and weapons.

Stupid didn't stop long, and ran to the outskirts of the city non-stop.

Ben went to the warehouse where the grain was stored first. The warehouses are very large, and there are many cylindrical warehouses, and they stand one by one, which looks a bit large.

A roe deer man named Bazel received Ben. This man's daughter is the concubine of the eldest prince's evil eye, and he is a hardcore member of the eldest prince's line.

The man seemed a little surprised to see that Ben was carrying a document stamped with the seal of the Quartermaster Department.

"My lord, do you really want 300,000 tons of grain?" asked Bazel.

"Of course, are all the documents you and I have in my hands fake?" replied stupidly, he really didn't like this man.

"However, there really isn't so much grain in the warehouse. Bazir replied, seemingly unconcerned about the chill that made him feel cold.