On record.

That was an era when talented people emerged in large numbers.

The martial virtues flourished and gave rise to many legendary figures.

Among them was a swordsman named Meyer, who was respected as the Sword Saint and had his own unique swordsmanship.

Sword Master Meyer was the first to determine the eight routes for long sword slashing. No matter from which direction the practitioner initiates the slash, he can always keep himself in the process of transitioning from one momentum to another.

In other words, you are always in a state where you can switch between attack and defense modes at will.

This is an unprecedented innovation.

The eight routes may seem simple, but when combined they can result in endless variations, leading to the development of many sword techniques.

The Fierce Wind Sword Technique belongs to this style.

Hold! (One or two hands, upside down or sideways)

Posture! (Defense)

Chop! (Attack)

The last part is the fighting skills that can be performed only after mastering the sword skills!

Sweat broke out on Carl's forehead, heat rose from his body, and the broadsword in his hand was spinning around him like a whirlwind.

The sharp sword force can crush everything that comes close.

"drink!"

"ha!"

Unlike in that mysterious place where one has absolute rationality and perfect control, practicing swordsmanship in the real world is much more difficult.

Fortunately, the previous experience is still there, but the physical force is a little unfamiliar, and I can still replicate it with more practice.

“Swish!”

Combat skill——Fierce Wind Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of nowhere and slashed across each other.

"call……"

Carl stopped and looked excited.

"Master the swordplay there first, and then return to reality to practice while your body still has some muscle memory."

“The experience and memory are still there, so even if we can’t achieve the same level, we can still achieve twice the result with half the effort.”

At normal speed, even if he became a knight's squire, it would take him at least a month to reach the current level of swordsmanship.

Or even longer.

Now,

After a few days, he was able to perform three afterimages stably, and was no worse than many knights' squires.

“That’s not all!”

Carl clenched his five fingers, felt the power of his body, and had the urge to punch through the wall.

"Because you can perfectly control your body, taking secret medicine there can maximize the absorption of the medicine's power."

"Practicing breathing techniques also has better effects."

"If I take the secret medicine here, I'm afraid I won't be able to stabilize my Knight Squire state now."

With the help of that mysterious place, in just a few days, Carl's physical fitness and swordsmanship skills had reached the level of a knight's squire.

and,

The strength is still in a period of rapid increase.

If the Fierce Wind Slash could create four afterimages, it would be quite strong even among the knight's squires.

* * * People are in high spirits when good things happen to them. Even when he has to go back to work after the holiday, Carl can still smile.

The red and white uniform was a little too big for him, but it couldn't conceal his high spirits.

He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror. The coat of arms symbolizing the Bergman family embroidered on his collar was particularly eye-catching.

Every noble has his own family emblem.

The Bergmann family's coat of arms is the three-leaf clover that is most commonly seen on the roadside.

Some people say that they choose the clover because it symbolizes unyielding and tenacious vitality.

Actually, it is not. It’s just because Grandfather Carl is uneducated and too lazy to think too much, so he just chose it casually.

If you look deeper, a true noble coat of arms needs to have feathers, crowns, shields, top banners, mottos, etc...

"I am just a small baron, and I don't even have my own territory, so don't be too particular."

Shaking his head, Carl walked out the door.

Inspection Hall.

"Baron Karl!"

"Hello!"

"Baron, you are here."

"Um."

“…”

Those who can work in the Inspection Office are rarely of common origin, but nobles are still a minority after all.

The news that Carl had inherited his father's title had already spread, and other people became much more enthusiastic when they met and greeted him.

“Karl!”

"Sir Dinah."

Karl stopped in front of the heroic woman.

"Um?"

Carl frowned:

"Sir, I really have no plans to get married right now."

"You can contact them first if you have any. It won't waste much of your time." Dina said expressionlessly: "Or do you plan to refuse an invitation from a count?"

"This..." Karl sighed and took the invitation:

"All right!"

"Don't look like you've been wronged." Dinah turned the beautifully shaped cane in her hand and gently pointed at him:

"With the wealth of Martha's family, it is enough to match a baron without territory."

"yes."

Carl nodded.

He did not deny this.

After saying goodbye to Dina, a fat figure ran over quickly, opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Karl, you're finally back. You don't know how bored I was without you!"

"Kerry!"

Carl smiled and said:

"I haven't seen you for a while. You've gained weight again."

"Hehe..." Kaili let go and took a step back, scratching his head:

"Not much fatter."

Carey's father was also a baron, but unlike Carl, he had several brothers and sisters, and his eldest brother was the designated heir to the title.

The title and property had nothing to do with him, so even though he was an inspector, he still lived a tight life.

The two of them joined the Inspection Hall one after the other. They were equally unwelcome, so they naturally formed a group to keep each other warm.

"Walk!"

Kairi waves:

"Let's go have a drink."

The inspector's job is easy. He just needs to come and register every day and then leave under the name of inspection.

certainly.

You must be there every few days when it is your turn to be on duty.

"Have you heard?"

On the way, Kaili whispered:

"It has been decided that the army that will attack Coburg will be led by the Grand Duke of Saxony, and he will have to recruit soldiers again."

Every marquis and earl had his own grand duke to follow. After Cambyses' death, the nobles under him naturally did not want to continue serving him after his replacement.

If there are not enough soldiers, they will definitely be called up again.

"Um."

Carl had anticipated this and asked, "Do you think we will be recruited?"

"Probably not." Kaili shook his head. "Even if they were to recruit from Signo City, they wouldn't recruit inspectors. Who would maintain law and order if we left?"

"Too."

Carl felt a little relieved.

Although most inspectors are just for show, it would not look good without them.

"But did Grand Duke Cambyses really die of illness? He was only in his fifties, which is the prime of life for a knight, let alone a legendary knight."

"I heard..." Kaili lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "The Grand Duke was burned to death!"

"Burned to death?" Carl's expression changed: "Fire thief?"

"Maybe." Kaili nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he turned the street and bumped into someone.

"well!"

Although Kaili looks fat, he actually doesn't have much strength and fell backwards with just a slight bump.

Fortunately, Carl gave him a hand, otherwise he would have been covered in mud.

"What's wrong with you?"

As soon as he stood firm, Kaili couldn't help but yelled angrily: "Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The other party was a fair-complexioned young man. Upon hearing what he said, his face darkened and his triangular eyes narrowed slightly.

Swish! Instantly.

Carl's hair stood on end and a feeling of fear rose in his heart.

Danger!

He subconsciously grabbed Kaili beside him and took a step back, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"Miles." Not far away, a carriage opened its curtains and a gorgeous woman waved over here, "Come here quickly."

"snort!"

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he snorted at Kaili: "You are lucky!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the carriage.

Kaili's fat face was tense and his eyes were filled with anger, but he did not stop him and let him get on the carriage.

(End of this chapter)