Chapter 109 Rand's Sword
"Do you like being beaten?" The White King didn't know what the man in front of him was insisting on.
Originally, the White King had made a lot of preparations, and even made an all-out plan. After all, the giant snake bones on the top of the lord's hall were too conspicuous.
It is said that such monsters were killed personally by the black-haired young lord.
Now it seems that there is absolutely no possibility of this, this is too weak.
It's impossible that this person just wants to be beaten and completely refuses to show his strength. Is he pretending? The rigid posture and chaotic steps cannot be acted out.
The White King quickly determined that this was just an ordinary person who had not even reached the elite level.
There is no sign of any strength at all.
It is also impossible that the caster is in disguise.
Because even if a spellcaster, as long as his professional level reaches a sufficient level, may not use weapons, but his basic combat experience and response reactions will not be so bad.
In other words, this man in front of him, who already had a bruised face, was just at this level.
The kind where even the slightest bit more would make it impossible to act.
His level was so low that even the White King was embarrassed to beat him.
But his physique is not bad, at least he is quite resistant to blows. A normal person would not be able to get up with such injuries, but this Rand can still stand up.
It just loses some of its dignity.
The young man with black hair and black eyes raised the sword that was swept aside again. His eyes were neither firm nor stubborn. He looked as if he was in pain and grimaced.
But why should I stand up? Obviously, if I just lie on the ground, the matter will be over.
The White King was a little confused. She still admired Rand very much. Although she was indeed as furious as Rand thought, she would not hold on to it.
She wasn't a stick-in-the-mud type; in fact, she was about the same age as Olenna, and not much older than Ellie.
She also has a very good relationship with Ellie. In fact, she and Ellie can understand each other most of the time, otherwise she would not have let her out for so long.
Similarly, her personal experiences in the past few days, coupled with the letters Ellie had written to her before, made her agree that Rand was someone worth following.
The sister whom I raised with great difficulty left me just like that.
Rand raised his sword again. He was not young anymore, so of course he was not stubborn. As for why he stood up, it was just to show his attitude.
It's like finding a girlfriend, and when it's time to meet his parents, your father-in-law asks you to have a drink.
Indeed, you can deal with it, but do you really have to deal with it? As long as it is within a reasonable range and does not harm the body, it is reasonable to accompany the elderly to drink until they enjoy themselves.
Of course, Rand didn't want the White King to have a good time beating him. He was not Lysa, and he didn't have a masochistic tendency.
But since they had been taken away from the White King, it would make Ellie and Olenna seem cheap if they were just given up casually.
Ellie and Olenna chose to stay in the hideout, which meant they had to give up a lot of things, whether it was status, wealth, or time to reunite with their loved ones.
Rand didn't want to cheapen Ellie and Olenna's choices, nor did he want them to feel that he didn't value them.
Ellie and Olenna were very important to him and were definitely worth protecting with his life, not to mention that their lives were not in danger right now.
Therefore, even though he was a little embarrassed and his dignity was lost, he didn't mind picking up the sword that was swept away again and again.
He took up the sword, and, following the gesture Olenna had taught him, pointed the tip of the sword toward the beautiful face of the White King.
In fact, if Ah Q was more alert, he could also think that this was the White King practicing with him. This kind of opportunity is rare.
Although it doesn't change the fact that Rand was being beaten.
Thanks to the blessing of the Goddess of Plenty, Rand's physique has been greatly strengthened, and his recovery ability is even stronger. Even if he is seriously injured, he can sacrifice himself afterwards, and then nothing will happen to him.
It still hurts though.
He adjusted his posture and made the most standard and unpretentious straight stab, but the sword was broken, blood flowed from his knuckles, and fell to the ground.
He adjusted his stance again and used the same standard slashing move. Rand did not make too many changes to his moves. He just used the most old-fashioned and simple sword technique.
The posture was not ugly, but it was too stiff. It was just better than those novice adventurers who didn't even know how to swing a sword.
The White King had seen many ignorant boys and girls on the first floor of the ruins.
These people admired Rand so much that if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to take risks.
Indeed, if they started their adventure in other places instead of the ruins, they would either help people deliver things or look for pets until they completely lost their original intention, or they would die in a gutter.
For example, being killed by robbers or even employers.
The environment here is much better for adventurers.
Rand attacked again, and the White King knocked him to the ground, then stopped and watched Rand slowly stand up, pick up his weapon, and get into a stance.
If Rand were a teenager, she would be able to understand it very well. Teenagers are often unwilling to admit defeat and believe that the world will treat them well.
Rand looked young, but he was definitely not a teenager.
And his eyes were very calm, and he didn't look like he was being beaten, but rather like he was at work.
Just like when she was in the White Kingdom, she sat on the throne, listening to the reports from the ministers day after day, and then giving guidance.
But I didn't feel like I was just trying to cope with it. If I had to cope with it, I would never have crawled up again and again, with blood oozing from my knuckles and bruises all over my body, and I would never have picked up my weapon.
It just feels like I'm working hard.
The person on the other side knew that he was venting his anger, and he also knew that he would not do anything to him, and he was not a pervert who liked to be beaten.
Then it was obvious that he was showing himself how much he valued Ellie and Olenna.
At least unless he is really knocked down, he will definitely stand up again, even though just wanting to stand up looks a little strenuous now.
"He's really tough." The White King said to himself.
Now she admired Rand even more and believed that he would become a great man in the future.
But now, my own strength may still be a little lacking.
The ice sword in the White King's hand turned into flying snow again and disappeared in the snowfall that never stopped.
The ground of the parade ground had become filthy after being trampled by Olenna before and now after Rand fell countless times.
In addition, there were the scratches on Rand's body and the blood flowing from his knuckles, dripping onto the snow.
Makes the white ice and snow look a little dirty.
The White King was not going to continue, as she felt that ordinary, point-to-point attacks would never make the man in front of her, whose recovery ability astonished her, give up.
But she didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of injuring her internal organs, which would be difficult to treat.
So I had to use a little trick.
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The White King was not born with the ability to control ice and snow as the legend said, but the moment she became king, ice and snow indeed became an outgrowth of her will.
Walking in the filthy snow and mud, the King of White looked dazzling, untainted by the mud.
Originally, the snowflakes that were dancing freely in the wind to the east, west and in all directions became orderly.
Then, in the hands of the White King, it transformed into a dazzling blue-white light that reflected the winter sunlight.
Then project.
The target is not Rand, but the ground.
After the earth was hit by the blue-white light, the dirty black and brown stains were cleansed away, leaving only Rand's blood and the original snow.
After the filth was cleared away, only the brown-yellow ground remained, coupled with the white snow and bright red blood, which had a unique kind of beauty.
This beauty is also dangerous.
Snowflakes and ice crystals grew, grabbed Rand's ankles, then spread out from his ankles, froze Rand's joints, then moved up along his clothes, and finally spread out to Rand's neck.
The White King looked at Rand, whose only expression could move, and said, "I won. Is that okay with you?"
Rand blinked helplessly and said, "I admit defeat, you let me out."
"Pfft." The White King didn't know what was so funny, but she just laughed. This was the first time she smiled since she arrived at the hideout.
The White King's smile could be described as dazzling.
Originally, when the White King stood there, he seemed to naturally absorb all the light and grab the attention of everyone present.
And the laughter at this moment was even more eye-catching, breaking the originally cold and hard temperament a little, making it seem a lot softer.
Rand was completely certain that the White King was a woman.
What era is this? There are still women dressing up as men. They don’t look like men at all.
The White King released Rand, then walked ahead on his own, heading towards the hideout's office: "Do you have a map?"
"Ah?" Rand didn't react immediately.
"Didn't we agree to cooperate before?" The White King said, "The White Country is not that far from here. I have decided to deepen our cooperation with you."
Walking into the house with Rand, the White King pointed to the map and said, "It's quite troublesome for the White Country to get here at the moment. I plan to build a road. Do you want to invest?"
The White King drew a line on the map: "If a road is built from here to here, it will save 70% of the detour time."
Rand nodded. "The hideout will provide financial, human and material support. However, we will need the consent of several noble territories along the way to build the road."
"I'll go and negotiate." The White King said, "I'll share some of the profits with them. This route will definitely be profitable. If you have more spare funds, you can invest more."
Of course Rand knew that this was a form of care, so he nodded and said, "Of course."
The reward results of the civil war in the Frost Moon Kingdom are expected to be announced soon, and Rand will then receive another large sum of income.
"Take good care of my sister." The White King said to Rand in a warning tone, and then looked at Ellie beside him: "Come back more often. It will be convenient to come back after the road is repaired."
After that, it was a matter of helping Rand heal his injuries. Although it seemed like only a short period of time, Rand was almost fully recovered.
It is estimated that he has special abilities, but the White King does not intend to delve into it.
She planned to have a good "talk" with Rand later.
When it comes to communication between men, it must be taking a bath together, although this sentence was said by the adventurer uncle who had previously asked her to join him on an adventure.
She was very surprised that there was a bath here.
She planned to try out the adventurer's theory, even though she had never taken a bath with anyone except her sister.
She didn't have to worry about Rand seeing anything. Rand was so weak that all she needed to do was cast an illusion.
The White King knew that Rand suspected she was a woman, and the illusion would prove everything.
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