I, a fallen nobleman, started the farming system

Chapter 136 There is a legend named Saitama
The typical pain transfer method uses one kind of pain to transfer another to achieve relief.

Between heartache and body pain, Jack chose the latter.

But this is not a long-term method. After he gets used to it, no matter how much he slaps himself, it will be useless, and then he will turn to hurt himself. It can also be said to be the early stage of depression.

Lynn looked at him and understood Jack's feelings very well. It was like a partner of the same status. Suddenly, the other party rose to the top and stood on the cloud, looking down at him, who was standing on the ground.

On the other hand, people on earth will envy, envy and hate.

Jack's character does not produce hatred, but constantly reflects on why he can't do it. In this way, his emotions will be completely controlled, and then he will degenerate.

Sometimes, being crazy about others is actually your own redemption.

Lynn was thinking about the countermeasures. He knew that Jack could not be crazy about others, and he would not allow such a thing to happen.

"Do you know that it is not necessary to condense the seeds of life to become a knight?" Lynn said.

"Ah?" Jack looked puzzled, completely confused about what this sentence meant.

"But condensing the seeds of life is the key to knights."

Lynn shook his head, "When I was in the castle, I heard about a child from a commoner family who longed to become a knight since he was a child, so he has been helping the knight with work when he was still underage, no matter what kind of work , he is willing to do anything, as long as he can be by his side.

That knight was not bad, he would guide him from time to time, and even let him participate in training, until he became an adult, he was accepted directly and became his own knight entourage. This child cherishes this opportunity very much and trains every day He worked very hard, but he has no talent, and has been unable to condense the seeds of life.

Slowly, all the people who trained with him became knights, even those who came later, finally, the knight gave up on him, thinking that he could not continue to do an impossible thing, and persuaded him to go home.

He went home and guess what he did after that? "

Jack thought for a while and replied, "Find a job and earn money to support the family."

"Well, he became a miner, because although he didn't condense the seeds of life, after years of training, his own strength is very strong, the mining speed is fast, and he can earn more money, but he has not given up training.

He was thinking, why everyone else can become a knight, but I can't. He worked during the day and continued training at night. His parents didn't understand at first, but they were moved by his son's firm belief and began to support him. A considerable part of the money was used to buy meat to supplement his exhausted strength.

In this way, year after year, after many springs and winters, he still hasn't condensed the seeds of life. "

"Then he hasn't given up yet?" Jack asked, with a hint of despair in his tone.

The adult told him this story, probably to make him give up.

"No, he has already integrated exercise into his life, and he was exercising all the time, until one winter, because there was no food in his home, he became a refugee. Dozens of people stayed in a simple and dilapidated camp. They met servants. soldier.

These mercenaries wanted to catch them and sell them for money. At this dangerous time, he stood up and punched the opponent, killing the enemy directly.

The knight among the mercenaries was very surprised when he saw this situation. He made a move. If he caught the opponent, he would definitely be able to sell it for a better price, but what he didn't expect was that the person just punched him and directly killed him. His knight guardian was defeated, and before he could react, the second punch hit him on the head.

The knight also died, and the rest tried to escape, but he killed them all.

He looked at his hands and the corpses around him, feeling unbelievable, because he didn't condense the seeds of life, and he wasn't a knight, but he killed the knight.

Only then did he realize one thing. After years of training, his strength had already surpassed that of knights. Since then, he has defeated countless knights and killed many monsters with his fists, and has become a boxer. king.

His name is Saitama Lee, and he is a legend. "

Jack murmured twice, and the light appeared in his eyes again, and he no longer doubted.

"However, I want to tell you that it is extremely difficult to achieve this level. Without strong willpower and determination, it is impossible to succeed." Lynn reminded.

Jack said firmly: "My lord, no matter whether I can become like him or not, I will work hard."

"Okay!" Lynn reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "You can rest assured to train, and I will leave the food to me."

"Yeah!" Jack nodded again.

"Go and study."

Jack turned around, his back was the same as before, but every step was determined and firm.

He didn't know Saitama Lee, and he had never heard of it, but that didn't stop him from taking this person as his goal.

The reason why Lynn made up this story is to let Jack target the other party to build up his confidence. As for what will happen in the future, it is not clear.

In any case, at least Jack will no longer doubt himself, and even affect his training.

"There is no problem with what you write, but try to finish it in one stroke, instead of finding something missing and filling it after you finish writing."

Callis' voice came, correcting a militiaman studying.

There are more and more people learning, but there are not enough people in charge of teaching. It seems that we have to find more people who can read and write.

I don't know if Harvey can find him a knight and a spellcaster. These two professions have certain reading and writing skills and can be used completely.

"Ah!"

Oak Tavern.

Quite a few people were drinking here, and the noise never stopped.

Harvey sneezed and rubbed his nose. After staying in Ash Town for a while, he came to the tavern again and found the smell a bit offensive.

However, he quickly adapted like a fish entering water, shuttled through the cracks of many mercenaries, and came to the table in the corner.

Here sat a bearded man with a tangled beard, a big red nose, and an empty glass.

"Give him another glass of rye wine!" Harvey took out a few copper coins and threw them on the bar counter.

A glass of wine was quickly brought over, and the man drank it in one gulp, then placed it heavily on the table.

The man looked at him and laughed, "Harvey, where did you steal the money from?"

"Who said I stole the money." Harvey took out a silver coin, flicked his thumb, the silver coin flew up, and then landed on his hand again.

"It's not stolen money, maybe you can still make money." The man laughed, but his eyes were fixed on the silver coins.

"You're right, the money is really earned." Harvey said casually, "Seeing that you are still the same, I'm afraid you haven't received any employment missions for a long time, even the most common mercenary missions. You can’t get it, who broke your leg.”

The man's smile froze, and his tone was bad, "Why, you laughed at me as soon as you came?"

"Fast-legged Bob, you can do tasks very quickly. You used to do five tasks in a row in one day, and you were called fast-legged. But since you offended the nobleman and broke a leg, you can no longer do it. , now people call you Broken Leg Bob."

Bob stared at him, "If you come to expose my shortcomings, you have said it, get out of here, or I will tear your hand apart."

"You can do this, as long as you are not afraid of retaliation."

Bob's eyes trembled, he thought of the other party's brother, and suppressed the anger in his heart, "What exactly do you want?"

"Do you want to change, I will give you a chance to be valued again."

"What do you mean?"

"You will know when you go."

The silver coin fell, and Harvey grabbed it, then stretched it out in front of Bob, and opened his hand.

"The silver coins are given to you. If you want to earn more money and change your current appearance, then follow me."

Bob looked at him, then at the silver coin.

A hand covered in black hair stretched out and took the silver coin away.

"I promise, boy, don't lie to me, or even your brother can't keep you."

Harvey snorted, left here, and came to another corner of the tavern, where a middle-aged man full of vicissitudes was sitting.

"Bob has agreed."

"Oh, he can agree, I'm a little curious, I will follow you, but if the place is not suitable, I will leave."

"Follow you, you can leave as you want, no one will stop you," Harvey said.

Harvey thought in his heart: Anyway, I have already found them for you. As for whether you can keep them, it depends on your ability.

Thinking about it, his face darkened again, and Bob mentioned his brother.

How long has passed, and he doesn't know where the other party has gone. Since the Lone Wolf camp was eliminated, he has been waiting for Harlem to find him, but there has been no news.

The lone wolf is dead, what else can Harlem do.

night.

Lynn didn't sleep, but wrote something on a white paper, and he recorded what happened during the day.

The three experiments are different, and the influencing factors have little to do with charcoal and nitrate, the key lies in the amount of energy.

But why did the flame rune burn for so long the first time, and where did the excess energy come from?

Although he knew the reason why Old Billy made the runes work, he still hadn't figured out the problem of the explosion.

Excess energy, explosion.
On the white paper, two words were written respectively, and they were drawn in circles, with an arrow in the middle and a question mark drawn on it.

He wrote on the spar again, and also added an arrow pointing to the explosion, thinking that there must be a relationship between the two.

After thinking about it, Lin En wrote another rune. Since he was all focused on thinking about the problem, he wrote it with a little more force, and the blank paper was punctured, and he completed the rest of the strokes.

Looking at the runes, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Is it because of this?

(End of this chapter)