Arts and Sciences

Chapter 870 Departure ([-])

"Hey! Ha! Huo!." Schiffman held a long sword in his hand and swung it up and down. Every time he swung the sword, he yelled, and then he turned around and used it again. Swinging the sword back and forth, he swung the sword completely based on his own feelings, taking it for granted that he swung it without any routine, his freckled cheeks showed some red light, and beads of sweat dripped from his ears and cheeks. On the ground, but he didn't realize it, and was still waving the long sword in his hand wildly.

His sword was stolen from the Duke of Stoke. The Duke of Stoke has decorative swords in many places in his house. These decorative swords are very heavy. Every country has everything. Now Shef The sword in Man's hand was stolen from an inconspicuous house.

He has an introverted personality, but his inner desire is very sincere. Since he was a child, he has known his father's deeds. The image of the Duke of Stoke in his heart is extremely tall, which also derived his desire to practice martial arts. Even watching TV, I prefer fighting clips. There are often fighting clips, and I can’t restrain myself from time to time. Sometimes my thoughts are more active, and I add some plots to myself. If outsiders suddenly When I saw it for a while, I thought he was dancing on the spot like a witch, muttering words.

Unfortunately, Scheffman has been bumped into by the Duke of Stoke and Mrs. Selina more than once. At that time, the shock to the two of them can be imagined. He almost thought that he had given birth to a crazy son. So Scheffman has been neglected since he was a child. In the heart of the Duke of Stoke, he just thinks that his son is stupid and stupid, with freckles all over his face, he sometimes hesitates to speak, and sometimes suddenly stops talking , I was bored for most of the day, such a gloomy personality made Scheffman destined to be treated in the cold since he was a child.

On the contrary, Richard is much better than Scheffman, not only because of his image and temperament, every move is like a nobleman, and he was treated like a treasure at home since he was a child. Outside of Duke Duke's restriction, he will get what he wants at the same time, but Richard also wants to learn swordsmanship. Since returning from the army, Scheffman's worship of his father has shifted to On this brother.

In fact, his heart is longing for martial arts and the elegance of sword practice, but for various reasons, he has no relationship with these things at all, only occasionally, he will hide in places where people can't see them from time to time, Practicing as a matter of course while whirring alone.He didn't dare to show it openly, because anyone who saw him would call him a lunatic in his current state. His inherent low self-esteem and autistic personality made his world far away from others.

"Giant dragon! I won't let you kidnap the princess!" Xie Fuman yelled, and slashed out with the sword in his hand, but because of too much force, he staggered forward a few steps, just stood still, The inertia of the sword moved to the side again, and then he fell to the ground.

Outside the door of his room stood circle after circle of noble youths, all pouting, bringing their eyes to the edge of the window, looking at Scheffman who was talking to himself inside, a group of noble youths held their mouths together, their expressions changed. Holding back tears, I almost couldn't help laughing out loud "hahaha", "I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter, this is the third time I've fallen to the ground. It's also 'Dragon! I'm not I'll let you hijack the princess!'. No, I can't help it, is this guy an idiot?" A noble young man squeezed out of the crowd with great difficulty, bent over with his belly in his arms, wanting to laugh, but he couldn't He dared to laugh out loud, but his stomach was aching from being suffocated, so he squatted on the ground with a distorted expression of both joy and discomfort.

Next to him was an aristocratic young man with the same expression and movement, and both of them had tears in their eyes, "Ahahaha. Cough cough. It's too funny, and I'm about to die. Apart from describing this guy as mentally retarded, I can't find any other better adjectives. Isn't he Miss Su Lun's brother, why are there such big differences between the two!?"

"Cough! Don't you know, the Duke of Stoke has two wives, could it be said that this one was born to another wife!"

"Are you an idiot! Miss Su Lun obviously has oriental blood, and obviously she was not born to Mrs. Selina, so she was born to another oriental wife of the Duke of Stoke! And this Schiffman is probably also born to Richard. Same, it was also born to Mrs. Selena!"

Another aristocratic young man suddenly realized that he turned his mouth, "I can't think of it. Mrs. Selena is still so leisurely and elegant, and she was born with such an imbecile!"

"What are you talking about?" A voice came next to the two of them. The two noble youths turned their heads and saw Richard standing next to them, listening intently to what they were saying.

The two noble youths even forgot to run, and just stayed there, slowly raised their hands, swayed in front of their chests, and said hesitantly, "No, no. No, no."

Richard ignored the two of them, went straight to the room surrounded by everyone, and looked inside.

All the people around were huddled together and looked inside with playful smiles. No one noticed that Richard was right behind them. Richard looked in like this, and then he was stunned.

Scheffman held the epee hanging on the corridor on the second floor and danced in the room. With every clumsy swing, his mouth was still shouting "Ho! Ho! Ho!", and Richard felt his throat There was something itchy inside, and his face began to twitch. Every move of Scheffman was pulling on his laughing nerves, so that he couldn't help it in the end, and a smile that he wanted to suppress but couldn't suppress was drawn on his cheek.

Some aristocratic youths around saw Richard inadvertently. They were startled at first, but when they saw him also laughed, they became more unscrupulous and continued to watch Scheffman's funny performance towards the room.

"I'm telling you, I'm Alibaba! Leave the money! Oh, no, I'm the Forty Thieves, leave the money!" Scheffman faced a wall with a righteous face.

There was a lot of laughter outside.

"Yo! Yo! Yo! Ouyo~Ouyo~Yi~Yi~Yi! Iga-ryu ninja's sword technique can only be drawn with a samurai sword! I am learning flower arranging obediently at home alone! Hey hey, I hang one Bowl four bombs!" Schiffman jumped left and right, chopping the sword in his hand up and down, shaking his head.

A group of people rolled on the ground with their stomachs in their hands, and Richard almost knelt down laughing, tears flying down his face.

(End of this chapter)