Chapter 58 1000 Nutrient Solution Plus

"I refuse." Edith refused immediately.

What a joke! Her time is so precious. Her teammates can’t even take turns, so how can she have time to give instructions to others?

"Are you scared?" The boy seemed to have found the attack point, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to provoke.

"You're not qualified." Edith was happy to say something harsh since she wasn't going to fight him for real. "Are you number one in swordsmanship in your grade? If not, I'm not interested."

The friends behind me laughed in a friendly manner.

Although this may sound too ignorant to others, it is very appropriate when it comes from Edith who has just seen the level.

The boy's face turned pale, and the words "Are you worthy of it" were already on the tip of his tongue, but his companions who couldn't bear to watch pulled him by the corner of his clothes.

“Don’t bring shame upon yourself.” His companion stopped him with his mouth and stretched out his empty hand to make a “one” sign – he’s already first in the promotion competition, how can he really be qualified to talk to you like this.

Seeing that the boy was still angry, his companion secretly put the finger that was making the “one” sign flat and pointed it at the figure not far behind him. The boy calmed down, looked in the direction of the other person’s finger, and his eyes lit up.

I really met some awesome classmates!

Although the Bo Yunis Academy only offers an elective course in swordplay for interest purposes, and the results are not included in the assessment, students who love swordplay still gather into small groups, often invite each other to competitions, and have a basic understanding of each other's strengths.

Kingsley Fergus, who was standing not far away, was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever met. Although there were no specific achievements to support his claim, he was universally recognized as the best swordsman in the fourth grade.

Most importantly, Kingsley is humble and peaceful. He never becomes proud or complacent because of his abilities. He will definitely be willing to help with this little favor.

It's you!

He stretched out his hand and called out, "Kingsley, Kingsley!"

The scattered students in the distance turned their heads after hearing the name, obviously very familiar with the owner of the name. But Kingsley himself seemed not to hear the shout that pierced the sky, and walked straight to the central training ground with his sword on his back.

"Kingsley!"

The boy shouted with all his strength, so loud that Edith couldn't help but cover her ears. The boy called Kingsley finally reacted and turned his head in surprise to look in the direction of the sound.

......

In fact, he had heard the other party's shouting a long time ago.

Kingsley frowned as soon as he entered the arena. In the past, he would receive enthusiastic cheers as soon as he entered the arena, and the next second, people asking for guidance and fighting would surround him and fight for him.

There is no today...

He faced forward, his eyes secretly turned to the side, and when he saw the empty place, he uttered an impatient sound.

He couldn’t fight against others and accept applause and cheers—then what was he doing here on a holiday in the hot sun?

The boy's voice sounded at this time: "Kingsley, look over here!"

Kingsley breathed a sigh of relief: That's right.

He pretended that he didn't hear the sound, enjoying the sporadic but concentrated admiring gazes, and walked slowly towards the center.

Do you want him to come over just by calling him? If he doesn't come in person to invite him, it will make him look cheap.

"KINGSLEY!!!"

But the boy's last roar was really too loud.

It would be a bit fake to pretend that I couldn't hear it. Kingsley frowned, pretended to be shocked, turned around, and gave a friendly smile to the people not far away.

"What's wrong"

The sun was shining and he looked like a harmless sheep.

The boy rushed forward, grabbed Kingsley's hand and walked to the side, explaining the whole story as he walked. "Although we were wrong first, they can't break the rules and use magic! If I don't get rid of this anger today, I will definitely get sick." He became more and more angry. "That person actually said that only you can fight her if you are the first. I think only you can - damn, who does she think she is!"

Kingsley was comforted by his words "I only think about you", and his attitude softened with the other party's attentive welcome. "Don't conflict with others casually. The most important thing in sword practice is to keep calm." He sighed and looked at the boy next to him with the eyes of a superior, "As for your request... who is the other party?"

He won’t take the call if there’s a chance he’ll lose.

"Edith Griffin, you should know her. She's the most popular first-year tutor this year." The boy emphasized the word "tutor". "She also won first place in the promotion competition that just ended - beating His Royal Highness the Prince."

The boy's voice suddenly became quieter, and he obviously knew that this was not appropriate to say in this situation. After listening to this, Kingsley silently hissed in his heart: How could I have offended such a difficult guy?

Edith? How could he not know her?

"How did you come into conflict with her?"

"She's too arrogant! You don't know--" The boy seemed to have hit on something, and started to make up rumors with a red face. In his words, this first-year Edith was a scoundrel with no real ability, who relied on the influence of her master's family and friends, and great luck to succeed. She was arrogant, and no one knew why she had caused such a big uproar among the students.

Kingsley listened silently, his mind quickly searching the list of non-challengeable projects registered by each grade, and recalled the project Edith reported.

It seems to be... swordsmanship and magic circles?

The project reported must be the one that the student was most afraid of being challenged, that is, the one with the worst performance. After William's challenge and winning ten games in a row in the league preliminary round, Edith's proficiency in potions and spells became well known, which also met her original purpose of not reporting the prohibited project.

The other party should not be good at swordsmanship.

He raised his head again and looked in the direction of the crowd. He caught sight of Lin Qi and breathed a sigh of relief. The only person he knew was this boy. He had just joined the swordsmanship club and had already shown great strength. Fortunately, he would graduate in a year, so he would not have the time to compare with him.

With him here, this group of people have a reason to gather at the training ground, and there is no need to worry about whether Edith is some hidden master.

The two finally reached the edge of the practice field. Kingsley was very humble and saluted as soon as he came up, which scared Edith who was ready to deal with his anger.

Her attitude softened, she returned the gift, and waited quietly for the other party to explain his purpose.

The boy had backup and was full of momentum. He immediately began to flatter: "Kingsley is the best swordsman in our fourth grade. You usually don't get to see him. Now you should be grateful - now he deserves you, right?"

Kingsley looked terrified and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I don't deserve the title of the best. I'm just an ordinary swordsmanship enthusiast."

Having said that, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably, and his eyes showed confidence in his own skills.

He had been learning from a swordsmanship master since he was young. He had originally planned to apply for a swordsmanship school, but unexpectedly he entered the top institution, Bo Yunis College. Although he could not keep up with the progress due to his poor magic foundation and ranked behind 800 in every exam, he was still unbeatable in swordsmanship - this was the source of his confidence and the capital that supported him to be free and easy in the college.

Students with average family conditions, average grades, and average looks can only gain respect by improving their abilities in individual areas.

Kingsley reached out and held Edith's hand, feeling it for two seconds, and confirmed his opinion. Edith's hands didn't have many calluses at all. Although they were rough, they were obviously scars left by potions and spells.

The sword is heavy and it is impossible for someone who practices regularly to have such soft hands.

Edith frowned at the same time.

The fourth grade first in swordsmanship? This person has even fewer calluses than Lin Qi, totally unqualified.

She looked downward. The calluses that should have been pigmented had now turned skin color. Although there were still some hard calluses at the base of the palm, the base of the thumb and the base of the index finger, the calluses on the inside of the ring finger and the little finger had become very soft.

Have you not used any strength in your little finger during sword practice for the past three months?

She calmly withdrew her hand and smiled: "I don't know what this classmate said to you, but I have no intention of causing a conflict. I just want to practice sword with my friend and hope that this matter can be stopped. Could you please take your friend to another practice field?"

"If possible, there's no need to play this game." She didn't really want to waste time.

Kingsley smiled gently, but did not respond directly to Edith's request: "May I ask Miss Griffin how long she wants to practice?"

Although it was already mid-September, the weather was still hot, and it didn't take long for us to feel dizzy in the sun. The area occupied by the first-year students was the only place in the entire practice field that had shade, so the practice effect was far better than other places.

Every time he came, people standing here practicing would consciously make way for him. At most, they would pester him for help in swordsmanship, but no one had ever seen anyone chase him away.

Edith noticed Kingsley's subtle psychology and paused.

"Let's practice until the evening, around five or six." She told him her plan. "Any questions?"

Kingsley's smile faded.

"I think for the sake of fairness, how about we all take a step back and rotate the practice venue?" He showed a generous look, "How about this, after all, you came early, and we don't want to practice too late, so this venue will be for you to practice until 1pm, and then from 1pm to 4pm, it will be ours, and you can come back to practice at 5pm or 6pm."

"You practiced from nine to one, plus the time after that, a total of six hours, and we practiced for three hours, which is only half of your time. Is that reasonable?"

There's something wrong with that!

Edith finally understood what kind of person this person was. It turned out that he was just modest on the surface, but deep down he didn't want to suffer any loss. He took away the hottest three hours and called it only half of their time.

Moreover, even if he agreed, the group of people behind him would not agree.

Bell was the first to mock; "It's almost twelve o'clock now. You were not at the venue for the first three hours. How dare you say that it counts for six hours? You are too lazy to get up, and you still have the nerve to pretend to be magnanimous."

Tuttle replied coldly: "I didn't see that he was the best in swordsmanship, but I did see that he was the best in shamelessness."

Kingsley's polite smile was barely holding up.

"Okay, I'll take a step back." He sighed and spread his hands. "I'll give you another hour of swordsmanship instruction as a bonus. How about that? I'll teach you swordsmanship step by step. Three hours will definitely be more efficient than a day of practice by yourself."

"I'll give you another tutorial match. Pick someone out and fight me in the ring. I'll summarize your problems and shortcomings and work on solving them. If you don't make any progress, you can punish me as you wish."