Your type of online game is too fake, right?

The drug testers were bad, which directly caused Doberman to barely eat anything for breakfast. Fortunately, the hunger punishment in the game seems not so strict. At least the Doberman who didn’t eat much breakfast was not affected in terms of combat power—it’s a pity The poisoning link he was most looking forward to did not appear, which made him even more disappointed.

"This is really..."

Dubin couldn't help sighing, he had obviously given so many opportunities, why didn't those warriors do anything?

After breakfast, of course, there is a light morning exercise. Proper exercise helps the digestion of food.Dubin, who had nothing to do, simply found a big basket and put it at the entrance of the hall, jumped to the edge of the basket to stand still, and started to practice something casually.

This move naturally aroused Artoria's curiosity, it was the first time she saw this foreign devil exercising.

"What are you practicing?"

Seeing Dubin walking back and forth around the big basket, Arturia couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although the appearance of stepping on the edge of the basket seems a bit incomprehensible, but from the perspective of Arturia as a soldier, one can naturally see that this is contrary to common sense.

Just because the big basket woven from bamboo strips is really too light.

It is impossible to step on this kind of weightless thing, even if there is a little bit of wrong force, this thing will be trampled over on the spot-but right now, the foreign devil is standing firmly on it, and his steps are like walking on the ground .

"You want to learn? This is very difficult."

Hearing Artoria's question, Dubin didn't mean to cherish his broom.

"It's the natural door's skill training. It trains the stability of the body shape, so that in a one-to-many situation in a complex environment, you can keep standing steadily at any time... You know it too? If you fall down in a one-to-many situation What will happen to the earth."

"Um……"

Artoria nodded silently.

She could indeed imagine that scene. When one person is fighting against one person, if they fall to the ground, they may be able to use some wrestling or joint skills against the enemy. If you can't move, even if you can lock an enemy, you will be smashed into a sieve by the opponent's teammates.

But what really surprised her was this self-discipline.

No, this can't even be described as self-discipline. After all, the so-called self-discipline is to use a strong spirit to suppress yourself to do something you don't want to do—just like Artoria herself, she also wakes up every day. There will be a simple morning exercise of swinging the sword a hundred times, but even for this kind of practice that doesn't take much time, sometimes she must rely on firm will to overcome her laziness.

But the foreign devil in front of him was different.

Artoria could tell that the foreign devil in front of her was really enjoying it.

On her side, she still feels that she has practiced too much and may even delay her work, but to this devil in a foreign land... this man named Dubin, on the contrary, dislikes too little time for practice!

"...Is this the gap? Is this why I lost?"

Arturia couldn't help clenching her fists.

"Can I try it? I want to practice this kind of thing too."

"Oh? That's fine too."

Hearing what Artoria said, Dupin jumped down from the bamboo basket.

"Be careful, I'll need it later."

However, Dubin couldn't wait for the opportunity to use it. Artoria stood up and couldn't get off. The figure who stepped on the edge of the bamboo basket was wobbly and even fell a few times, but she insisted on not giving up the bamboo basket. come out.

This also caused Dubin to end his morning exercise for digestion early.

But it’s okay, there’s no need to continue this level of morning exercise—after all, he’s already given such a chance, and even took the initiative to stand in a place where it’s difficult to move around, but the expected bow and arrow shooting and musket Sniped, but they didn't show up.

"This is really..."

Dupin closed his eyes, he didn't know what to say anymore.

If you can't do morning exercises, then you can only take a walk to digest food.Dubin, who had nothing to do, simply took the emperor's family out and asked them to be tour guides to guide him around the huge imperial residence. Of course, this move frightened the emperor. It was to find a place to bury them, which forced Doberman to explain himself again.

"Tour, tour, you understand?"

Dupin scratched his head.

"You have such a good garden and landscape, of course it is for people to see, so what's the matter if I come to see it?"

"...Yes, yes, you are right."

Although the ten Western soldiers with rifles were gone behind him, the emperor knew that the danger facing his family was even more terrifying - just because he had been sitting on the throne yesterday, so he naturally saw this The French envoy has the terrifying force of one against one hundred.

If you can't run away, if the other party can throw a chopstick through his skull, what else can you say?

"Where are you going to start?"

"Let's introduce the whole thing first."

Dubin didn't embarrass the emperor too much, mainly because the emperor's body was like that, and if he fought again, he would really die.

Fortunately, although the emperor's combat effectiveness is very problematic, he still has some knowledge, especially when it comes to the history of the royal family. Facing the patchwork buildings in the imperial residence, the emperor can not only tell the characteristics of the scenery and those The complex craftsmanship can even quote classics and tell some famous allusions that happened in those buildings.

Obviously, although the emperor did just that in terms of the emperor, but in terms of tour guides, the emperor has already had a second spring.

"This is the big food class of the Imperial Household Agency. There will be a special chef here to prepare the food for the royal family... Originally, this place only cooks Japanese food and desserts, but recently, because I have learned a little about the West, I also cook some foreign food and desserts. .”

"Oh? You know how to keep pace with the times!"

Dubin couldn't help turning his head to look at the Emperor.

He didn't expect that so many people below were clamoring to fight against barbarians, not to be eroded by foreign things, but it turned out that the imperial palace took the lead in establishing the country, and even made foreign restaurants.

"Take me in and see."

Although this kind of thing is not in accordance with the rules of etiquette, the emperor immediately chose to bring Dubin in when he saw the fist that was as big as the sand bowl was about to be raised. Dedicated to their duties, even if the emperor put on a tour guide and led people in, they were still busy with their own affairs without raising their heads.

The entire meal class, or the entire palace, is a huge and sophisticated machine made up of people. Even though the emperor as the core has been shut down, the entire palace is still operating according to the inertia it has always been. , It was time to stand guard, and no one stopped.

But this had nothing to do with Dubin, he was attracted here purely by the smell of food, he hadn't eaten anything in the morning, and now he really wanted to find some food to fill his stomach.

"So I'll do it myself."

Squeezing the chef aside, Du Bin took a kitchen knife and began to select ingredients.

That's right, this is another way to avoid poisoning. Since the poison testers are bad, cooking by yourself is also a way out - from ingredients to cooking, you do it yourself, which will greatly prevent you from being poisoned. Possibly poisonous.

Of course, it is also possible to be poisoned to death in this situation, but you can still be poisoned to death after cooking by yourself, then you can only blame yourself for being blind and not choosing the right ingredients. E-sports dishes are the original sin, no wonder this kind of thing other people.

"But why don't you even have a frying pan..."

After glancing around for a few times, Dubin, who couldn't find the frying pan, had to do as the Romans did, and took a pot to prepare stew soup—in fact, using an iron plate to fry it is also a way, but it seems that the Oriental Imperial Dining Room only serves light taste , Dubin didn't even find the frying tools for a while.

Soup is just soup, and water is also considered full. Anyway, what he wants is to prevent the negative effects of hunger, and it really doesn't matter what he eats.

For the sake of efficiency, Dubin did not make any complicated things, but made the simplest and fastest seaweed egg drop soup - so in order to reward the emperor for his hard work as a tour guide, the first bowl of soup must be given to the emperor first .

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the emperor who drank a large bowl of soup was not poisoned to death, and Dubin's own small portion of hot soup was also warmed up. It didn't burn his mouth and was just right for his mouth.

"It tastes okay."

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, Du Bin felt his whole body warmed up. This was the feeling of food being digested and his body being replenished.

He did not expect that this game can be so realistic in such details, even the subtle feeling of satiety can be achieved - this also made him more curious, a game so realistic What are you doing?

But this kind of thing is hard to say, and it is precisely because the game is so real that his martial arts have the opportunity to improve rapidly.Curiosity is curiosity, Dubin can't do such a thing as putting down the bowl and scolding the cook.

"So where do we go next?"

"Next words... hiccup."

The emperor, who had swallowed a stomach full of hot soup, was hiccupping, and there was a hint of well-hidden resentment in Dubin's sight.

As a royal family, as a noble king, to be humiliated to such an extent, he was even forced to drink a large bowl of hot soup to test the poison... He must make this daring lunatic pay the price, he must Let this stranger pay the price!

But the more this is the case, the more he needs to hide himself. After all, there is still some time before the curse occurs, and he must at least last until that moment.

But, can he really last until that moment?

There is really no righteous man who can save him...

"what?"

A bright light caught the eyes of the Emperor.

The emperor saw clearly that it was a flash of light.

Just when the ghost from a different land was most relaxed after eating and drinking, the dazzling knife light slashed towards the ghost's throat.

The swordsman won seven battles, he changed Japan: Chapter 107 Chapter [-] The Sword of Assassination ([-] characters for tickets)

Killing and fighting are two different things.

Many people will regard the performance in the dojo as a symbol of force, and think that knocking down an opponent with a wooden sword or a bag bamboo sword is considered a strong skill that can kill people. Kawagami Hikosai also admitted that it is true to say that, but he knows better that these so-called duels, After all, it was just training, a competition.

Killing and fighting are two different things.

Kawagami Yanzhai is short in stature, and his body is much thinner than ordinary people. When he was learning swordsmanship in the dojo, he was often beaten by those swordsmen—not because he didn't work hard, but because he couldn't beat him. The opponent's wooden knife chopped down in a hurry, but he couldn't even stand up.

"Just at this level, don't practice swords. Even if I give you a sword, can you kill someone?"

He Shangyanzhai still remembered that those colleagues said so.

Not long after learning martial arts, Kawagami Yansai came to Kyoto together with his fellow disciples, and was active as a member of the Banbai faction.As swordsmen, they were naturally sent to become assassins to assassinate those shogunate ministers who targeted the Fallen Sect, and those fellow swordsmen finally waited, and waited for a stage suitable for them to perform.

"God damn it!!!"

He still remembered the way those swordsmen raised their long knives high, looking so mighty.

But what greeted them was the spears set up by the soldiers of the guards.

The swordsmen of the same school have been trained for a long time, and they have very skilled experience in how to use wooden swords and bag bamboo swords to practice, but they have never tried how to deal with the spears formed in formation.

The blood soon flowed all over the ground, and the dazzling red seemed to be reminding Yanzhai Heshang who was hiding in the corner, confirming what he was thinking.

Killing and fighting are two completely different things.

Kawagami Hikosai once again understood this.

To kill is to kill, it is to destroy the weakness of the body, and all the gorgeous moves and techniques are essentially to achieve this bloody goal.

"I heard that you are good at killing people?"

Kawagami Hikosai still remembers what Saigo Takamori said when he found him.

"How many people have you killed?"

"I can't remember exactly."

At that time, Kawakami Hikosai, who had already held an unknown number of lives in his hands, replied like this.

"Who do I need to kill?"