Western Fantasy: I can brush entries infinitely

Chapter 104 Purple: Fighting Cows Across the Mountain

Some time ago, the enthusiasm for the recruitment of the Knights gradually cooled down, and few people continued to talk about it.

The 30 people lived and boarded at the headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table, and carried out the training programs Thomas arranged for them every day.

The intensity of the training is very high, and they are exhausted every day, but they all have blazing passion in their hearts, without any complaints, and even look forward to how much better they will be after the first round of training is over.

In addition to daily training, they also have other tasks, such as guarding the gate, patrolling the surroundings, etc., all of which are subsidized.

With these 30 people joining, Abel and the others finally no longer have to do these jobs.

"Do you know, I heard that the person who performs the best in training can enter the sword skill hall and choose a sword skill created by Lord Malcolm. I don't know if it's true."

On the first training ground, a person suddenly spoke, and his words instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Where did you get the news?"

That is sword skill, something that any professional is eager to flock to, and they pay great attention to it.

The man explained: "I heard Master Marvin chatting with people that day. I even went up to say hello. Master Marvin didn't mean to shy away from me."

This sentence made everyone believe it. Marvin assisted Thomas in managing the daily affairs of the Knights, and many things would be announced and executed by him. Since the sentence was said by Lord Marvin, he must be convinced.

"If you want me to say that the only one who is most likely to be qualified to enter the Sword Skills Gym is Jessif, that kid's training volume is twice as much as ours."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

"Speaking of which, didn't Lord Taylor agree to give Jessif a gift? Do you know what it is?"

The rest shook their heads, expressing their ignorance.Later, he looked for Jessif in the crowd, wanting to ask him face to face, but unfortunately he was not there.

-

Lord's private study.

It is not accurate to say that it is a study room. This room is just arranged to look like a study room, but it is actually a conversation room.

Ron sat behind the long table, one meter away from the front of the table. Thomas stood respectfully, his body bent forward slightly, his face no longer had a serious expression, but a soft, submissive one.

"Is there any result to what I asked you to investigate?" Ron's voice sounded calmly.

"There is a result, my lord. This is the information I collected from the front line, and it is guaranteed to be accurate."

Thomas nodded immediately, took out a piece of information from his body, and handed it to Ron with both hands.

What he asked Thomas to investigate was the situation of the battle between Alfred and Eugene.

The intelligence indicated the battle loss ratio of the two sides, as well as the battle layout, commanders, and strategies used by Eugene's side from the beginning of the territorial war to yesterday, and finally, which nobles in the kingdom were secretly supporting Earl Eugene.

These are clearly written in the intelligence.

This information comes from a group of people secretly trained by Thomas, who hide in the dark and are responsible for this aspect of work.

The identities of the intelligence collectors were kept secret, and there were only two lists of personnel, one in the hands of Thomas and the other in the hands of Ron.

Except for the two of them and the informant himself, no one knows their true identities.

With the expansion of personnel, the intelligence agency will continue to improve. For now, Ron is very satisfied.

After reading the information, he nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face. Thomas gradually revealed his demeanor as a general, with a strategizing posture.

While he was relieved, Ron thought of another thing. Some time ago, Abel handed over a paperwork to apply for the formal establishment of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. Using an inappropriate metaphor, they are not recognized by the lord now, but just a 'Civil organizations', they are official only when authorized by the lord.

After receiving the application paperwork, Ron didn't approve it immediately, but he didn't return it either.

According to the application documents, there are 12 Knights of the Round Table, 11 of Abel and Taylor plus Taylor.

The reason why Ron did not approve is also very simple. The meaning of the 'round table' is equality. Abel was originally the captain of other people. He was one of the people closest to the lord in the baron's mansion. The importance of it need not be overstated.

Now, in order to fulfill Ron's expectations, he is willing to surrender his status to be on an equal footing with his original subordinates. He is willing, but Ron does not agree.

This is not in line with his original intention.

Just like what he once said to Irene, you don't need to sacrifice to get something done.

Ron didn't tell Abel the reason, maybe he is still distressed now, and he doesn't know if he understands what he means.

As for approving the establishment of the Knights of the Round Table, and letting Abel manage them as the 'captain' of the others, why is it called the Knights of the Round Table?

What is the significance of this name?
I believe that Abel and the others know the meaning of this name, so they want to work hard to fulfill Ron's expectations.

However, if Abel is wronged, Ron will not agree.

Then Thomas left, and under Ron's orders, he called 'Muscle Man' Ibuprofen, why did he call him that?
Since Master Colin, an architectural expert, settled in the mansion, the two had a lot of conversations about how to exercise their muscles.Master Colin is not only good at architectural design, but also has a lot of experience in exercising muscles. The two have the same interests, so they have a good personal relationship.

During the break after training, Ibuprofen would go to chat with Colin. When the chat got excited, Master Colin invited him to build a new mansion together, and said convincingly that this is also one of the ways to exercise muscles.

It can be said that the reason why the mansion can be built so quickly is due to Ibuprofen.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

When Ibuprofen squeezed into the door, Ron saw his figure, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said: "You seem to be stronger."

It's not just strong, it's just like a small mountain bag, it's no exaggeration to call it a little giant.

Especially the two arms of ibuprofen, the muscles are evenly distributed one by one, full of strength, and the chest is straight and slightly raised.

macho!

I'm talking about a man like Ibuprofen.

"My subordinates are terrified, and it is my honor to be praised by the lord!" Buprofen was excited, and such a simple sentence fell into his ears, which was no different from approval.

"Let's get started."

Ron didn't say anything more, he just hoped that the ibuprofen wasn't just focusing on the muscles in his body.Hearing his words, Buprofen stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head.

Knowing his height, he tried to keep his head down, showing great respect.

Time passed by, and half an hour later, a purple light appeared in front of Ron's eyes, and Ibuprofen ushered in his first purple entry.

——[Beating cattle across the mountain (purple): Your attack ignores any form of defense]

The entry description is very simple and easy to understand.

I didn't expect that Buprofen got such an entry. With the muscles in his body, maybe in some respects, it might be very suitable for him.

One punch, one punch won't kill you, another punch.

Ron suddenly thought of the [Self Aiming] that he brushed out for Anthony before. Wouldn't it be invincible if these two entries were on the same person?
Anyway, the purple entry is not the only one, let's see if we can show them both in the future.

Tell him what kind of power Ibuprofen bestowed, and then continue to give him the second one. After all, it’s only been half an hour, and it’s still early before the end. Ron wants to take advantage of his good luck, but it’s a pity that things backfire. In desperation, he waved his hand to make him retreat.

-

In the evening, Thomas took Abel with a sad face to the blacksmith workshop to find Hadey for a drink. Abel had been in this state for many days. He thought that this was not the way to go, so he tried to drink together to enlighten him.

On the road, I happened to meet Taylor leading a person towards the blacksmith workshop, and the two were close enough to hear their conversation.

"Master Taylor, where are you going to take me? I really don't need gifts or anything."

"Hmph, you want me to be a dishonest person? Just follow me, and you will never regret it when you arrive."

Taylor smiled confidently. The person following him was Jessif. How could the Knights of the Round Table not keep their word? After the Jessif brought out.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and the two turned around to look, and found Abel and Thomas walking from the side, and Jessif became a little nervous.

Taylor didn't care at all and told the truth.

"Oh, I understand what your so-called gift is, but you really have it." Thomas smiled helplessly, and had a new understanding of Taylor's shamelessness in his heart.

However, at this time, it is not easy for him to expose it. Instead, he has to cooperate with Taylor, and said: "Then let's go together, Jessif, don't be cautious, just treat it as a reunion with old friends. The gift Taylor prepared for you is not simple. , but whether you can really get it depends on your 'strength', of course it refers to other aspects of strength."

Hearing this, Jessif no longer refused. Obviously, Thomas' words were more effective than Taylor's.

The four of them came to the blacksmith's workshop and pushed the door open as if they were returning to their own home.

Taylor shouted: "Old Ha, get out all the good wine."

As soon as the words fell, a heavy and loud voice came from inside, "What's your name, it's so noisy!"

Then, a short and strong figure came out from the inside, Hadey took off his work equipment, and glanced at the few people who came in, "Hey, I brought a newcomer here, why? You want to challenge me again? Not enough watch."

Seeing this person, Jessif showed doubts, but Taylor had already stepped forward, put his hands on Hardy's body naturally, and then introduced them: "Master Hardy, the chief blacksmith of the Baron's Mansion. The equipment on our body is made by Lao Ha, which is very strong."

"Then this is Jessif, a newcomer to the Knights. Ha, don't underestimate him. It's not easy to be favored by the lord."

Taylor whispered the last sentence to Hadey. Hearing this, Hadey got up solemnly and nodded towards Jessif.

Then he said to Abel and Thomas: "What about you? Are you also here for a drink?"

Thomas smiled, "Who told Master Hadey that the wine brewed is delicious?"

Although he knew it was flattering, Hadey just liked to hear it, and said boldly: "You wait, I will go to the cellar to get the wine."

After a while, Hadey came back, holding several jars of fine wine in his hand, Taylor frowned upon seeing this, "Old Ha, I have brought newcomers, so you can entertain us with these wines ?”

"Hmph, do you like to drink or not?"

Hadey was not used to him at all, and everyone came to the small courtyard outside the workshop and sat around the small wooden table.

After everyone was seated, Thomas smiled and said, "Where's Mr. Jeff? I didn't see him tonight. If Frank is here, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink much without Mr. Jeff's story."

Those who knew the inside story showed smiles. Frank has a hobby, which is to listen to people tell stories. The more bizarre and bloody, the more he likes to listen to them. As long as he listens to them, his "combat power" will increase. Yi Gan got down.

Hearing this, Hadey curled his lips and said, "He cast summoning magic more than ten times in a row today, and he was too tired to go to rest early."

"Huh? Mr. Jeff's illness is cured?"

After coming here, this is the first time Abel speaks. He is very sympathetic to Jeff's experience. Looking back, the first time Jeff released the "Stone Meteor" in front of them was the 11 of them plus Irene It was successfully implemented with great efforts.

"How can it be, it's still early."

Hadey didn't say much, one jug of wine per person, not enough to get it.He looked at Jessif and said, "Since you are the one who challenges me, you can start at any time."

"What challenge?" Jessif looked puzzled.

"kindness?"

Hadey turned to look at the other three people, "Didn't you tell him? Well, let me tell you, people who come to my workshop, except for the orders of the lord, I will not build anything for anyone, even if you He is the king of Karo Kingdom."

"But I have a rule here, that is, if you beat me in drinking, I will build you the best equipment."

In his speech, Hadey revealed absolute confidence. Except for the almost overturned car, no one has surpassed him in drinking capacity.

At this time, Taylor said with a smile: "You can rest assured about Lao Ha's forging skills. As long as you beat him in drinking, just tell him what kind of equipment you want."

Hearing this, Jessif finally knew what this 'gift' was, and he slightly raised his eyes to meet Taylor's smiling face, this guy!
However, having said that, this is indeed a gift for him.Others didn't have the opportunity like him. He pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "Master Hadey, I'm ready, come on."

"readily!"

Hardy likes this kind of young people. Competing for alcohol is not dry drinking, which is very boring. Taylor turned around and went to the inner room to get some food, including a plate of French fries.

"Old Ha, I didn't expect you to hide this." Taylor's eyes lit up.

But Hardy said with a gloomy look: "This is in exchange for my blood and Nancy."

Everyone: "."

Afterwards, Jessif and Hadey confronted each other about how much to drink. At first, Hadey seemed relaxed, but he drank one jar and two jars quickly.

After the fifth altar, Hadey knew that he had met his opponent when he saw that the opponent was not blushing or panting.

"Wait a minute, I'll go change the wine."

Hadey went back and forth and brought new wine. After unpacking, the aroma of the wine wafted away. Abel's expression moved, and he looked up, only to see the wine in the altar was as beautiful as a starry sky.

"This seems to be the starry night wine of the Star Travel Group. How can you have it, Master Hadey?"

Cheers, the head of the Star Travel Group, gave Ron a few bottles of Starry Night wine, but he was not a drinker, and the wine he sent was later given to Abel and the others as a reward.

"This starry night wine is created by me. As long as there are raw materials, I can brew it." Hadey chuckled, and then looked at Jessif, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

The night passed.

The small courtyard was full of wine bottles, and Hadey was lying drunk on the table unconscious, making subtle and inaudible sounds from time to time. Judging from his appearance, it was impossible to work today.

On the other side of the table, Jessif frowned and shook his head. He seemed very uncomfortable. Compared to Hadey, he looked in better condition. It was obvious that Jessif won the final victory in this drinking competition.

Thomas, who watched the whole process from the side, looked solemn. He looked at Abel, "Captain."

Abel nodded emphatically.

(End of this chapter)