On the Seven Towers

Li Jia thinks that the masked female knight, Sir Arias, is a good person. Arias is her last name, and it is said that he is a relative of the earl. Li Jia has been wondering whether her appearance is a friendly attitude shown by the earl.

If a person is willing to fight with your organization, it at least means that she has some interests in common with you. And if a person cares about your personal safety and hopes that you will grow more capable, then no matter what attitude she uses, at least it means that she is still good to you.

This is the third time that the female knight has asked him recently, "Soft guy, don't you really want to learn some life-saving moves?"

The first two times, Li Jia just smiled and said that she had no foundation and was afraid that she would not be able to learn it in a short time. However, the female knight said that expecting the enemy to show leniency is as ridiculous as praying for a duck to cross the river without drowning. Even if a warrior falls, he can still get the respect of the other party. Even if a noble is captured, his life will be left in exchange for a ransom. And civilians, in the eyes of the enemy, are no different from dead grass on the mud.

Somehow, Li Jia seemed to see disappointment in her eyes behind the mask. Many words that he wanted to say to defend himself were stuck in his throat.

Li Jia went back and thought for a long time. He asked himself why he gave such an answer. On the one hand, he felt that it was useless to cram for the exam at the last minute. It was better to rely on a pistol than to practice martial arts. On the other hand, it was his inner cowardice that was at work. I have always been this kind of person. If it were Xiao Chen, he would never miss any opportunity to strengthen himself, he thought to himself.

Li Jia came back to his senses and saw the knight sighing, "Even if you don't want to be a hero, don't you have someone to protect? Your parents, your sisters, or anyone else?"

"I don't have any relatives." Li Jia said this calmly. After a long time, when the female knight shook her head and prepared to leave, he said again: "But there is indeed someone I want to protect. But where is she?"

The female knight said solemnly: "We are talking about whether you are prepared. We have an old saying that if you don't want to capsize in the sea of ​​fate, you have to build a good ship in advance."

"You... are right, Sir Arias. Please guide me." Li Jia finally made a decision.

Li Jia stood facing the female knight and struggled to follow the female knight to do strange body movements. These movements require great toughness and strength of the body. This is really a torture for him who is not good at sports.

Li Jia felt like a dancing puppet.

"You... should give up the idea of ​​becoming a warrior." After more than a dozen movements, the female knight stopped and said depressedly.

"My... aptitude is not good enough?" Li Jia asked anxiously.

"The stones on the roadside are more talented than you! Your ligaments are harder than my sword, and your muscles are softer than my clothes. You... just learn a few blocking postures." The female knight said irritably, "I really don't know how you have lived for the past twenty years. This body is like a broken house that has been abandoned for decades!"

"I've said it before, I'm a non-combatant." Li Jia felt relieved somehow, and suddenly felt that the angry female knight seemed easier to approach, unlike before. There was a big distance between them.

"You can neither improve your martial arts nor have magic talent. Can you only be an ordinary person?" The female knight got angry and kicked the wooden stake she was training on, and the wooden stake as thick as a bowl broke with a snap.

"Although there is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. But why do you say that I don't have magic talent?"

"If you have magic talent, would you still be a steward in the magician's castle? Haven't they measured your magic talent?" The female knight asked back.

Measure talent? Li Jia shook his head. Xiao Chen didn't even understand how he learned magic.

"Really?"

"Close your eyes and feel what's on my fingertips." The female knight's fingertips seemed to have nothing, but if you get close, you can hear a very slight whistling sound.

"Don't think, don't be anxious, use your senses beyond your will to feel it."

Li Jia closed his eyes, and there was nothing.

However, under the guidance of Sir Arias, he slowly let go of his mind, and gradually, he felt that there was a restless energy hovering not far ahead.

"This..." Li Jia said hesitantly: "Like a whirlwind?"

"Okay." The female knight's eyes revealed a hint of joy, "Let your thoughts approach it, and then try to influence it."

Li Jia felt that his thoughts were like a tottering baby, slowly approaching the wind. Its childish hands touched the wind, just like accidentally puncturing a balloon, and the wind quickly scattered and disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on? I seem to have destroyed that wind?" Li Jia asked, opening his eyes.

"Ah... you have a high talent." The female knight turned from surprise to excitement, "I thought you could only slightly change its shape, but you actually crushed it with your mental power, which is a sign of concentration! Few people can do this in the test! This shows that your mental talent is very strong, at least much stronger than mine. Your magician lord is really blind! Letting you be the manager is definitely paving the way with gems! Although I am just a magic knight, I must have some knowledge!"

"I have never been a person who attracts attention."

"It's their loss that they don't recognize you. I know a magician in the capital. I can introduce you to a teacher. They will definitely be eager to have an apprentice like you. Your achievements will not be worse than anyone else." The female knight walked back and forth, with a smile in her voice.

Li Jia had never seen her like this before. She was no longer as calm as usual. But when he looked at her, a warm feeling surged in his heart. Was it the power of magic? He scratched his head and laughed.

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Ji Yijun sat on the roof of a three-story small flat building, leaning on a spear in one hand and holding a telescope in the other, looking ahead. These days, his class has been responsible for observing the enemy situation in this direction.

Garcia ran up from the stairs and handed him three buns and a kettle. Seeing him staring at the steamed bun and swallowing his saliva, Ji Yijun took out a bun from the bag and threw it to him, saying, "Eat it."

Garcia took the bun and bit it without even thanking him. In the blink of an eye, he stuffed the bun into his mouth and uttered a vague sentence, "It's delicious."

Ji Yijun didn't care. He knew that although the school accepted these refugee villagers and recruited some young and strong people to join the guard as soldiers, the treatment was still quite different from that of modern people like them. For example, Ji Yijun could use the meal ticket that only time travelers have to get a luxury like steamed buns. But Garcia only had coarse grain steamed buns rationed by the army to eat.

So a bun and a piece of meat and bone still have great appeal to them.

"What about Enrique?" Ji Yijun asked while chewing the bun. The bun was very unpalatable. It was probably because there was no alkaline noodles. It was hard and dry. However, after eating it for so many days, he gradually got used to it.

"Well... the deputy monitor is leading us, well... practicing crossbows." Garcia answered while wolfing down his food. He swallowed the last bite of the bun before he finished speaking, revealing a satisfied smile.

"He takes himself very seriously." Huang Zheng is good in everything, but he is too serious. He has been talking to Ji Yijun a lot these days, which annoys him.

"What's the point of practicing with that broken crossbow? It's still a question whether it can kill people at fifty steps."

"The material of that crossbow is not good. The steel is not good, and the string is not good." Garcia said in a serious manner.

"Hey, you know a lot. Old Huang, if he talks less, he is also a talent. When the second class comes to take over, we will go to the shooting range with him."

The shooting range is not far from the building. It was originally the school's basketball court. Now a batch of crossbows made by the school have been distributed to the guards. Maybe they think that crossbows are safer than spears. In recent days, many people have been practicing their accuracy in the shooting range.

When Ji Yijun brought Garcia to the shooting range, he found that the group of people in his class and several people in the first squad of the second platoon were arguing loudly. Ji Yijun saw that the person leading the fight was the squad leader of the first squad, Sun Chengjie, and without saying a word, he started to hit his hand that was pointing at Huang Zheng's chest, and shouted: "You dead monkey, you are picking on my people again, are you looking for a fight?"

Sun Chengjie is thin and tall, with a hunched back, and really looks like a monkey. Seeing Ji Yijun coming aggressively, he said unwillingly: "Get lost, we agreed to a bet, my people have already won the pack of cigarettes, and it's obviously your people who want to default on it!"

"You are the one who is cheating!" A soldier under Ji Yijun said angrily, "It's obviously a crossbow competition, so we should use the same crossbow. You Our Blas used his own hunting crossbow. You relied on recruiting a local hunter to set a trap to trap us. "

"Yes, an unfair match does not count."

"Strange, a hunting crossbow is not a crossbow? Instead of using a good crossbow, you use a broken one. Do you think I'm stupid? If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the school's crossbow for being too bad, even worse than the homemade ones."

Ji Yijun now understood what was going on. The school's crossbow was indeed bad enough, because there was no fiberglass, no suitable wood or animal materials. The crossbow arms of the school's first wave of crossbows were made of steel sheets, which were not only heavy, but also had poor elasticity. But, so what? He said arrogantly: "My people say you are unfair, it is unfair, and the bet is void. The cigarettes are here, come and get them if you have the guts."

He snatched the pack of Peony cigarettes from Huang Zheng's hand, threw it to Enrique, and then said: "The opponent is him, if you are brave enough, go and grab it!"

Everyone present knew that Enrique was a freak with infinite strength. Except for Ji Yijun, no one could be his opponent. Sun Chengjie said angrily: "Ji Yijun, you only know how to bully others at home, do you have the ability to fight with the bandits?"

Ji Yijun sneered: "I have been idle these days, wondering why the bandits are hanging around outside. I will go out and catch a tongue and ask clearly. Do you dare to follow me?"

"You...you are crazy. Don't do anything stupid." Sun Chengjie softened and looked at Ji Yijun in great surprise.

Ji Yijun ignored him and waved to his subordinates, saying, "Let's go. Let's not argue with cowards. Let's go back and discuss how to arrest people outside the city."

"You, don't joke! Do you want to violate the order of Captain Wang? Hey!... You lunatic!... Hey!"

As they walked back to the base, Huang Zheng said seriously, "Squad leader, you joked a little too much just now. Now the battle may break out at any time, and everyone is very anxious. Don't scare them."

"They are just trying to bully you."

Huang Zheng grinned, "They can't bully me yet, so there's no need for you to joke like that."

Ji Yijun laughed and said, "Who said it was a joke? Even if this didn't happen today, I would have gone out to investigate. Let me be frank. If you don't agree, I will knock you out and tie you up!"

Note: The usage of Sir Arias is inappropriate. It is usually a name + Sir. But someone wants to hide his identity, so he deliberately does not reveal his name.