"If these five gold coins were exchanged for silver coins, they would be five hundred silver coins, which could fill five large money bags...... Five bags of money......"

Lance's expression was a little exaggerated.

He looked at Ike's nonchalant appearance, and shook his head helplessly, with an angry look on his face, as if the five gold coins had already left him.

Looking at Lance, who went from excitement to some disappointment, Ike smiled, revealing two rows of big white teeth, looking very honest.

He knew that Lance was just joking with him.

So Ike reached out and slapped Lance on the shoulder, as he did every time Lance did this.

He puffed his teeth and said to Lance with a bit of amusement, "Haha...... That...... As long as we have the strength, we can say anything. ”

Growing up, Lance's mind has always been more lively than Ike's.

Their money had always been kept by Lance, so Ike didn't have much of an idea about money.

When Lance heard Ike's words, he put away his playful boredom and became serious.

He shifted and moved closer to Ike.

He quickly glanced around with the corner of his eye, and then whispered to Ike: "You finally said what you heard, strength is indeed very important, in the conflict just now, if it wasn't for the two of us who broke through to the high level of the Beginner Realm, I'm afraid we wouldn't have won so beautifully." ”

"Well, that assassin still has some strength, but due to the limitations of the venue and environment, he has already lost before he can show his true strength, and your strength is also much stronger than before, so you can defeat him so easily. ”

Ike also lowered his voice and said seriously.

There was no emotion in his tone, and he made a very pertinent assessment of the lean man.

"You're right, Ike, the difference in strength between the middle stage of the primary realm and the high stage of the primary realm is not too big, we need to improve our strength to the high level realm as soon as possible, this is a watershed, as long as we break through, we will be able to cultivate the battle qi, and the strength and combat methods can have a qualitative leap. ”

Lance's chestnut eyes were full of determination.

"Yes, when the time comes, we will be able to cultivate high-level combat skills, think about Bernie's move 'Falling Star Style', it's really desirable......"

Ike's expression was full of longing for strength.

Before they left home, Candita and Bernie had already informed the two of them about their unique set of high-level combat skills and cultivation methods, and let them memorize them by rote.

However, the high-level combat skills are known, but they cannot be cultivated.

This made Lance and the others a little helpless and anxious.

Because Candita and Bernie have made a special point of emphasis.

In the initial realm, the main thing is to use various methods to improve one's strength, speed, and nerve reaction speed.

The quality of all aspects will be improved, and the strength of the body will also increase.

The human body is like a container.

If you want to cultivate martial arts, the first step is to temper your body, which is the foundation.

Once the body's strength reaches a certain critical point, the body will absorb the free "qi" in the world on its own.

When this "qi" accumulates in the body to a certain amount, it will be stored in the body.

Then at this time, he had reached the peak of the initial level of martial cultivation.

If you want to officially step into the threshold of the high-level realm, you must also learn to release this "qi".

This kind of "qi" is the prototype of war qi.

However, if the strength of the body is not enough, they will rashly start to learn to release "qi", which will be crippled at least or directly explode and die.

Therefore, the high-level realm is the first threshold to truly step into martial cultivation.

If you are severely traumatized physically or mentally after entering the high-level realm, then your strength is likely to fall back to the first-level realm.

For example, after the half-elf Orlando lost the heart of the fairy, his strength fell from the early stage of the high-level realm to the middle stage of the first-level realm.

And Candita and Bernie, asking them to only use basic swordsmanship, is to lay the foundation for cultivating swordsmanship in high-level combat skills in the future.

Thinking of this, Lance and Ike's nerves became excited again.

The two of them have had the same heroic dream since they were children, and strength is the cornerstone of their dreams.

If you want to gain stronger strength, you must constantly look for opportunities to train yourself.

While the two were talking, the waiter had already brought Lance the ale and food he had re-ordered.

Lance and Ike picked up their glasses and collided with each other.

The golden ale spilled a lot with the sound of clattering glasses.

Wine, it's a good thing, but it's also a catalyst for nonsense.

If it weren't for the delicious food that stuffed Lance's mouth, Ike would have been annoyed by Lance's chatter.

Although he has long been used to it, sometimes Lance is verbose and like a chatterbox, which is really annoying.

The tavern, which did not have an "entertainment project", quickly returned to normal.

Although it was still noisy, the atmosphere in the tavern was a little dull, could it be that this was the weakness after the climax?

The Lances were also aware of the anomaly in the tavern.

They could clearly feel that there were dozens of people in the tavern, large and small, all whispering in their own minds, as if they were discussing something.

Couldn't help but stop counting Ike, and began to observe the people and things around him, consciously or unconsciously.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The bell of the city of Cohima rang rhythmically on the hour, and it was counted until it rang ten times before it stopped.

At the same time, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

A tall, dark-skinned middle-aged officer walked in with a small group of sword-wielding soldiers dressed in black cotton armor.

The middle-aged officer at the head looked slightly tired and seemed to have not rested well recently.

The middle-aged officer walked towards the bar with a loud roar.

Although he walked very slowly, he exuded a fierce momentum.

He took off his gloves as he walked and held them in his hands.

Expressionlessly, he looked around at the tavern, which had become very quiet because of their arrival.

"Dash...... Da ...... Da ......"

The footsteps of the middle-aged officer, casual and rhythmic, tugged at the nerves of everyone in the tavern.

His expression was a little indifferent, and with a casual flick of his shoulders, he took off the wide gray standard cloak, revealing the black standard officer's leather armor inside, which was different from that of the soldiers.

Seeing this, a soldier who followed him quickly and respectfully stretched out his hand and took the cloak.

The middle-aged officer casually rested his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, looking a little lazy and tired.

He didn't care about the strange stares in the tavern, but he was interested in the bar and a glass of ale that no one had drunk.