Knight with Wand

In the dim windmill tower, several young men talked about their unforgettable experiences during the day.

Azerien rested his head on his arms, leaned against the wall and sighed at the night sky outside the window: "Miss Olivia, you are really a swordsmanship genius."

He sighed without exaggeration.

"Yes." Lohak thought of his sister who was still missing, and his voice became dull: "If I had her martial arts at the time, maybe I could protect my family."

"Even if you don't have her incredible talent, as long as you have the heart, you will not be bad in the future. After all, we are still young, and hard work can make up for shortcomings." Leon comforted.

"Well, you are right." Lohak nodded and looked at him: "Let's talk to Olivia tomorrow. I want to ask her about swordsmanship and let her teach me."

"She shouldn't refuse, but we can't stay here for two days. We can't learn anything in such a short time, right?" Leon said.

"It's always good and inspiring to exchange skills with masters. My father used to tell me so." There was some sadness in Lohak's eyes. His sister was still waiting for him in Kantadar. He didn't want to miss any opportunity to improve his ability as soon as possible.

"Speaking of which, you have the best swordsmanship among us. Tell me, if you fight with Olivia, how many moves do you think you can survive under her sword?" Leon asked curiously.

"How many moves?" Lohak's eyebrows trembled, and he scratched his cheek with an awkward smile.

"Leon, you think too highly of me"

Snap——!

Lohak's hands were forced to fall, and he was hit again.

His wrist was pressed down by the wooden stick that symbolized the blade again, but the force was just enough.

If there was no such restraint, this blow, even if it was just a wooden stick, would have broken his wrist.

"Beautiful." In the shade of the windmill tower, Leon praised this crisp blow again.

The blonde girl put away her stick, and looked at the sweaty Lohak with her emerald eyes, and suggested considerately: "How about taking a break first?"

"Ah." The tall boy lowered his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, nodding his head in conviction.

Too strong, not even on the same level.

Leon stepped forward and handed the cleaned cloth to his companion, asking him to wipe his sweat. He couldn't help but asked teasingly: "How do you feel? Did you learn anything from the fight?"

Lokhak immediately smiled bitterly: "We fought so many rounds, but I didn't even get hit. I learned a lot of skills to be beaten. You have watched for long enough, it's your turn to try?"

"I want to, but I have to let her rest." Leon looked at the blonde girl whose face was not even red and whose breath was not messy at all: "Thank you for taking the time to play with us."

"It doesn't matter." Olivia smiled and shook her head: "This is far from tiring me, and it's much easier and more interesting than doing farm work."

This is the truth. In the past, except for the opportunity to catch her father's free time, no one in the village had the ability and time to fight with her.

Taking the wooden stick from Lohak's hand, Leon opened his posture and stood in front of the girl, trying to relax his body.

"Are you ready?" Olivia raised her hands with a smile and put on the "key style".

"Anytime." Leon was concentrating, staring at the girl's body.

He paid more attention to her shoulders and feet, and had given up trying to catch the movements of her hands.

He had learned enough lessons before, and he knew that he could not react in time to the lightning-fast sword.

Now, even if he could get a double kill, he would still feel it was a victory!

This time, Leon decided to take the initiative.

Leon stepped on his left leg as a deception, and moved half a step to the side, and his body suddenly accelerated on the way.

He swung the stick with full force, not daring to relax or hold back.

Facing this mountain village girl whose swordsmanship was as strong as a monster, if he still had any thoughts of being afraid of hurting her, it would be arrogance without self-knowledge.

The wooden stick chopped down fiercely and attacked the girl.

Leon kept his eyes on Olivia's shoulders.

Move!

There was no time to weigh and judge in his head. Leon deflected his body at the fastest speed, and turned the forward-leaning stick from left to right with both hands, changing the track and cutting it down!

However, the expected attack trajectory was completely lost, and Leon's swinging stick failed to catch up with the girl's agile body.

Olivia, who was dancing like a round dance, had already stepped and slid to his side.

The diagonal stick lightly touched Leon's neck, and the girl took back the stick in her hand, and retreated with her to Leon's left.

If it were a real fight, even if it was not a beheading, it would have cut the opponent's throat and neck.

Stopping the action, Leon raised his hand regretfully to admit defeat.

His sword skills were far worse than Lohak's, let alone the talented girl in front of him.

"How did you attack? Did you see through my idea of ​​dying together from the beginning?" Leon put down the stick in his hand and humbly asked for advice.

To be honest, sparring is not a real fight after all, and there will be no death or serious injury. The coach of the sword hall in the previous life also said that subjectively and deliberately ignoring the inevitable damage in the practice of sword fighting and forcibly intending to achieve a double kill with the opponent is actually a cheating behavior.

That was not victory, but rather caused the process of practicing techniques to lose its basic meaning.

But even though he had already shamelessly assumed that he was fearless and was trying to achieve a double kill, Leon still did not touch Olivia at all.

What hit him even harder was that the girl seemed to be dealing with it with ease.

"Well, I see that your first step is not solid. Although the center of gravity of your body is on the left side, you are still moving to the right. So no matter whether your second step is forward, backward, left, or right, the length of your legs is limited to that. position." Olivia pointed at the ground in front of Leon with a wooden stick, and carefully explained her thoughts and responses.

Leon listened quietly, trying his best to understand the girl's thoughts.

She made her intentions clear from the beginning, so dealing with them was simple and straightforward.

Since the opponent was trying to attack in a roundabout way from the right, she chose to accompany him in a circle, and the opponent just gave up his position on the left.

After saying that, Olivia said rather embarrassedly: "How about I go slower? I'm really sorry. I usually practice swordplay by myself, and I really don't know how to instruct others."

Leon waved his hand gratefully: "You have taught me carefully enough, Olivia. If we can't understand it anymore, it will be our own problem."

The two walked back to their positions, raised the wooden sticks in their hands, and continued the next round of competition.

In the open space under the windmill, the sound of banging sounded again.

The owl's head was cut off, his arms were cut off, his waist was chopped off, and his chest was pierced.

If it were a real fight, Leon and others would have died countless times.

But until the end, they failed to hit Olivia.

When the day's sword exchange was over, Leon once again lent Olivia the gorgeous dwarf steel sword to play with as a thank you for the girl coming to guide them.

The three people who had been beaten with countless sticks sat against the wall of the mill to rest, watching the blond girl's sword dance while talking about the time to set off.

"Are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

Olivia lowered the gorgeous long sword in her hand and looked at the friends she had just become familiar with, feeling regretful in her heart.

"Yes, we have bought all the things for the journey from the village. If we don't leave, your father will have a problem with us." Leon said helplessly.

"Oh, it's true, father." Olivia clasped her hands and held her cheek. She was really helpless about her father's decision.

But after spending these few days together, the girl sincerely felt that these three friends from other places did not have any ill intentions toward Selva Village. She really did not understand why her father had such an attitude towards Leon and the others.

With a clap of her little hands, the girl suddenly decided: "You guys should get up early tomorrow. I'll come over in the morning to teach you some tricks. On the last day, I'll teach you a few more sword skills that I came up with as a parting gift."

Of course Leon was very happy to give the girl's kind advice: "Then I hope you will be merciful tomorrow."

After chatting for a while, the blond girl returned the sword and said goodbye to everyone.

Olivia returned to the village humming a tune in a happy mood.

As a result, as soon as she returned home, she saw a face that annoyed her.

The girl's expression turned cold instantly.

"You've gotten so close to those foreigners these days."

Borispi said sarcastically with a smile.

He maliciously speculated in his heart whether the other party was attracted to those pretty boys from outside the village, but the pain in his hand still lingered, so Boris wisely held back his remarks.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Olivia walked past this scumbag without even looking up at him.

Boris turned around, annoyed by the girl's attitude.

"You lent them the lord's old mill? The village asked your father to keep the key, not to do charity for these suspicious outsiders! When my father comes back, I will tell him about this!"

Olivia stopped and looked back at him helplessly.

"The mill has been abandoned for many years, not to mention that other travelers have stayed there. You don't have to find an excuse to use it. Besides, they will leave the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, she didn’t want to continue talking, but after walking a few steps, the girl stopped and sighed, and warned without looking back:

"It's my reminder, Boris, even if I didn't take care of your bastard behavior the day before yesterday, with your three-legged cat skills, each of them can easily kill you and stop causing trouble for yourself."

Seeing that the other party's father, Uncle Tok, was a nice person, Olivia held back her disgust and said this.

Gritting his teeth and watching the girl's back gradually disappear around the corner, Boris's face trembled.

He reached out and touched the bulging paper bag in his arms, with a cold look in his eyes: "Originally, it was prepared for you, a little bitch, but as long as I have that sword, I can still buy it from them. to more.”

Looking at the hillside to the north, he turned and walked back home.

As a village official, his father must have had the key to the old mill in the room.