I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 8: Weak but a genius in swordsmanship

[Side mission: Defeat the portrait of "Anna"]

[Task reward: 30 experience points, Nightmare School skill × 1]

"You, you want to learn swordsmanship?" Noye couldn't help but repeat it again, staring at Anlos as if he was looking at a new species, and he stuttered when he spoke, "But, but, can your body hold up? "

Anlos: "I'm just studying briefly. Father, you don't have to worry."

Can you not worry about this? It’s too sudden!
Noye truly felt that maybe it was because Anros had awakened his wizard talent that he became overconfident in himself.

Not to mention the brazen words that he would be admitted to Nymeria Academy in a month, and now, he actually said that he wanted to learn swordsmanship!

What can you learn from a sickly young man who can't even take two steps without breathing?
It would be great if you don’t accidentally cut yourself off!
After a moment of silence, Noye advised tactfully: "You may be a little excited, Anlos. Even if your health improves, you should continue to take care of yourself and recover slowly."

"Just let me try it, father, you can watch from the side."

Anlos blinked his ice-blue eyes and looked up at Noye pleadingly.

not good! It’s a cute crit!

Noye was defeated. After all, he couldn't bear to reject his son, so he had to sigh and compromise:

"Okay, I will be watching from the side. Once you lose strength, you can just stay in bed for the next few days."

Plan passes.

Anlos raised the corners of his mouth and thanked him sweetly. Noye couldn't help but rub his fluffy and curly hair.

When Anlos was served by the maid, he put on a set of light clothes and was slowly pushed into the courtyard.

On the broad avenue paved with white rectangular stone slabs, a tall and thin man with a resolute and tough face was already standing.

Anlos pulled out his memory, stood up from the wheelchair, and said with a smile: "Hello, Captain Aure, you are still as energetic as before."

The Tian family has bodyguards, but they are only number 5 or 6 who act as bodyguards. When they have nothing to do, they also do chores such as cleaning and chopping firewood.

Seeing that his little master still remembered him, Olei's eyes suddenly lit up.

He pursed his lips a few times, then gave a stiff and awkward smile - even though it looked a bit scary, he said dryly:

"Hello, Master Anlos, I will be your swordsmanship teacher today."

As he spoke, Ole silently handed over a thin wooden sword.

Anlos took the wooden sword and his arm sank uncontrollably.

On the side, Noye was sitting on the lawn with his legs crossed, holding an umbrella held by a servant. Seeing this, he shook his head.

This is the lightest one, just a wooden sword with a lead core inside.

A real steel or silver sword is much heavier than this.

Although it is a pity, Anros, who is born with insufficient talent, will never be able to take the path of a swordsman.

Just wave it around and have fun.

On the other side, Ole did not express any opinion on Anlos' strength, but just held the sword in front of him with both hands.

"Imagine there is an enemy in front of you, and the tip of your sword should be pointed toward his throat or chest."

"Hold your right hand under the guard, and your left hand at the back end of the sword hilt. Spread your feet forward and backward, with your right foot in front and your left foot behind, huh."

Following the instructions, Anlos assumed the basic posture of holding a sword.

Fast and accurate.

It was as if it had been practiced countless times.

Ole's brows rose imperceptibly. He circled Anros, but found that there was nothing that could be corrected.

"Have you practiced swordsmanship before?" He couldn't help but ask, even though he knew that the young master had been bedridden.

Anlos looked at the rough wooden sword tip and chuckled: "No, this is my first time holding a wooden sword."

He always cuts them directly with a steel sword or a silver sword.

Ole was silent.

Although he didn't speak, his eyes shone even brighter, as if he had discovered a buried treasure.

Next, Anlos really let him see what "genius" is. "call--"

The wooden sword slashed through the air, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, as if the air had been split open.

Elegant and comfortable.

The rough wooden sword became a light dance partner in Anlos' hands.

In the waltz composed of sword sounds, he danced under the guidance of Anros.

"Yes! That's it, drawing an arc and slashing upward! It's perfect!"

Aure was so excited that he screamed, his face flushed, and he stared at Anros with burning eyes, as if he saw a new star rising.

It’s incredible!
All sword skills, as long as he demonstrates them once, Anlos can reproduce them perfectly and use them skillfully.

The person standing in front of him seemed not to be a sickly young man who had just learned swordsmanship, but a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years!

Even when practicing slashing, Olei felt a shudder rise from the bottom of his heart when he was stared at by those ice-blue eyes, and he smelled a hint of blood.

Like a hungry ice snow leopard standing in front of him, the evil aura that hit his face made the hair on Ole's body stand up.

On the side, Noye stood up and stopped holding his umbrella. He stared at Anlos blankly with his mouth half open.

People are stupid.

Him, his son——

He is actually a swordsman genius! ! !
Noye felt that his world view had been reshaped, and he even pinched himself, thinking that he was dreaming.

Thinking of what he had just said in denial of Anlos, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks getting hot and ashamed.

Immediately, waves of excitement stirred up in his heart, gradually turning into stormy waves, almost making him tremble.

His son is a swordsman genius!
【Get the swordsman profession! Get 15 experience points! 】

[Acquire basic swordsmanship level 5]

"huh, huh, huh"

Anlos gasped for breath. After the system finally came out, he could no longer hold the wooden sword and collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

"Master Anlos! Are you okay?"

Ole immediately squatted down, asked with concern, and said in a deep voice:
"Sorry, I was too excited. Well, I should have paid attention to your body, Master."

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Anlos couldn't say a word. He just shook his head tiredly, his face and body soaked with sweat.

Having obtained the swordsman profession, his goal has been achieved.

Add the 15 points of experience gained to the swordsman profession, and the swordsman will just rise from Lv1 to Lv3.

Suddenly, a stream of heat flowed from the heart to the limbs, and a tiny amount of strength emerged.

Although there was no substantial change, Anlos did feel that he had become stronger, and his arms that were filled with lead could be lifted again.

As he expected, the swordsman profession can increase physical fitness.

At this moment, Noye's voice sounded from above his head:
"Are you okay, Anlos?"

Anlos raised his head and met his old father's anxious eyes: "Well, I'm fine, Father."

He stood up slowly, picked up the wooden sword, and handed it back to Aure: "That's the end of today's training. Thank you for your careful teaching."

Aure took the wooden sword, put his right hand on his chest, and made a knightly salute to Anros.

However, he turned to Noye and said seriously: "Your son is a swordsman genius, Lord Noye."

"I can see it."

Noye nodded, looked at Anlos guiltily, and said sincerely:
"From you, I learned not to look down on others at any time, Anros. You taught me a good lesson."

"I'm so proud of you, my son."

(End of this chapter)