Belief In The Kingdom of God

Fifteen years later...

In a plain, a handsome young man stood quietly, looking at a training ground outside the field.

On the field, one by one young men swayed their sweat, holding simple wooden swords and the like, swaying their sweat. Among them, they were divided into several groups and trained in their respective ranges.

And with the different scope, the content and intensity of the training are also very different.

Some are still holding wooden swords, while others are already holding specialized weapons.

Among them, there are still some people who are filled with a faint **** air, like veterans who have been on the battlefield and criminals who have killed people, exuding a fierce air.

Hundreds of people were training in the field, and the sound was extremely loud for a while, and it looked quite imposing.

Seeing this, Artis nodded lightly, looking at the place, observing his aura.

I saw that above this place, thick white rises rose, faintly condensed, condensed into a crimson luck, and continued to spread around with a sharp momentum.

"Nadir, what do you think of it now?" Attis asked, looking at a middle-aged man beside him.

This man was wearing leather armor and a long sword, with a deep scar on his face standing horizontally, looking quite fierce.

However, at this time, he looked at Attis, his face was quite respectful, and said: "This level is already stronger than the army of most lords."

Seeing this, Artis nodded slightly, and then sighed again: "Although we have done the best we can currently do in all aspects after more than a year of meticulous training, food, equipment, and training, It's just an ordinary army."

"This army is better if it meets the army of other lords, but if it meets the army of the city kingdom, it has no chance of winning. Nadir, do you know why?"

Opposite, Nadir was taken aback for a moment, a trace of astonishment appeared on the originally fierce and unusual face, and then he thought: "Is it because of the large number of knights in the city-state's army?"

Seeing this, Artis nodded slightly. He looked at the field ahead, where hundreds of people were training, and said silently: "In the battle between city-states and city-states, there are a lot of nobles. These nobles may just be a certain noble. The branch of the family may be down and down, or low in the family, but compared to the private soldiers we train privately, they are one thing that we can't compare."

"Master mean, grudge?" Opposite, Nadir listened to Attis's words, and silently responded.

Seeing this, Artis nodded, and then said: "A nobleman, even if it is dilapidated, can support the consumption of normal training for men in a family. Therefore, as long as the ancestors have fighting spirits, they can get the opportunity to practice fighting qi. Perhaps most people They can only become knights, but they are far better than common people."

"And in a commoner family, you can’t eat enough for three meals, running around for a living all day long, and where is the body and energy for training. Not to mention the most important vindictive training method, it is only in Spread among the nobles. Even if it spreads occasionally, it will only be secretly spread by the beneficiaries, and it is impossible to give it to ordinary civilians."

This is actually a certain degree of monopoly, which is very similar to certain periods in the ancient past. However, unlike the ancient monopoly in the previous life, the monopoly in this world is extremely strong.

Different from the easy popularization of knowledge in ordinary books, the practice of fighting spirit itself is a very consuming process, at least it must be enough for three meals, meat in each meal, and sufficient time investment. And these things, ordinary civilians simply don't have them.

In addition, the practice of fighting spirit itself has its own difficulties. It is almost impossible to succeed in a civilian who has never been educated and has no predecessors to teach him.

These, coupled with some other factors, have led to a situation where the extraordinary power in this world is monopolized by the nobles. No matter how much the common people resist, or even rise up, they still have the fate of being suppressed.

"but···"

Attis turned back and looked forward. There, hundreds of people are still training.

In his field of vision, a little bit of aura gradually emerged, and he was slowly induced by him. And in his feelings, everyone here can reach the standard of vindictive cultivation. Although it is still very reluctant, it is enough.

Thinking of this, he looked at Nadir in front of him again.

I saw that a gas of white and red aura condensed on him, and in the center, a crimson aura of life with a little gold stood upright on his forehead.

Seeing this, Artis nodded inwardly.

Qi Luck is white with red, which is the strength of the knight, and the fate of crimson with gold, is a pattern that can at least reach the first level limit, and even has the hope of breaking through the second level.

Although this level is nothing to him, it is not bad for the current reincarnation.

After all, the first level is equivalent to the great knight, and the entire Narba family is also top, not to mention, there is a faint hope of breakthrough.

This person was discovered by Atis himself. He was originally a veteran from another city-state. He fled here after killing a person. He was discovered by Atis and promoted to a guard who was responsible for the training of hundreds of people.

It seems that it is still very good.

Adis thought about it in his heart, and then looked at the back, where another person walked up.

It was a middle-aged man who looked rather gentleman, dressed in decent clothes, looked at Attis and said solemnly, "Master Attis."

"What happened?" Seeing this, Artis didn't say much, and asked directly.

"Master Viscount is looking for you." Opposite, the man said so, his tone was serious and meticulous.

Seeing this, Artis nodded, and then strode out, riding a horse and galloping in one direction.

The horses are fast, and after a while, as the scene changes, a manor gradually emerges, and outside the door, several servants are welcoming them.

Artis nodded to them, then walked in, and reached a hall where a middle-aged man in a black dress was standing inside, watching Artis come in with a gentle smile.

"Atis, why is it so late?"

Attis looked at his father in this life, and didn't hesitate, nodded and said: "I watched the training ground in the north for a while."

On the opposite side, when he heard Attis saying so, Bagel couldn't help frowning, and said to Attis, "Are you training those civilians again?"

Seeing Attis nodded, he couldn't help but sigh in his eyes: "Do you know how much you have consumed on that group of people this year?"

"Three meals a day are full of bread and meat, and there must be meat. The ordinary little nobles who have no territory are nothing more than that. Not to mention the weapons and armors you purchased. If it is counted as the standard of the manor, you One year's time is at least four or five years of consumption in the manor."

Seeing this, Artis couldn't help but smile slightly, and said to Glass: "My father, I think it's worth it."

Seeing him say this, Bagel did not continue to say, but just smiled: "Forget it, I believe your judgment, after all, these expenses are also what you get by your own ability."

"It's just that when doing these things, we must not forget the roots of our family."

When he said this, Bagel's face became serious, and he said to Chen Ming: "Atis, you are the most talented person I have seen so far, but because of this, you must remember one thing, whether you want No matter what you do, you can't stop the practice of vindictiveness."

"You have to understand that any external force will have a useless day, only your own strength will not disappear. As long as you are strong enough, even if everyone is against you, you can kill yourself alone."

Having said this, Bagel gently brushed his chest, and there seemed to be scars in the faint. Above the body, a strong wave of vindictive air appeared, and it had reached the point of the earth knight.

Opposite, Artis nodded slightly, and a wave of vindictiveness also emerged from his body, and he had reached the point of a great knight.

At this age, reaching such a point, if you let others know, even the king of the city-state, it will be shocked and marvel at his talent.

Sure enough, on the opposite side, Bagel shook his whole body, looking at Artis with some disbelief in his eyes.

But then, he quickly recovered, looking at Artis in front of him, there was a faint relief in his eyes, as if he had seen some kind of hope in the faint.

And above Artis's head, a faint world origin power surrounds, a faint purple air hangs gently, turning into luck and enveloping it. And in the depth of the core, a bit of star fragments shimmered silently, seeming to be affecting something.