Destiny Thief

Chapter 226 The Year of Turmoil IV

"the way?"

"Yes, in other words, the road refers to the choice for the future. Everyone has his own suitability, just like the crucian carp swimming in the stream and the falcon soaring in the sky."

"Mr. Marisas, are you implying that I am not suitable to be a mercenary?"

The young man was stunned for a while, then asked.There was an obvious sense of loneliness and disappointment on his face—he was the son of the captain of the Second Battalion, Rolfes, and since his father died in that battle, he came from a chamber of commerce in Afron alone. After leaving, he found Heinrich, the head of the mercenary group, hoping to join the mercenary group and become a real mercenary——

Thanks to his old man, he received a good cultural education since he was a child.Most of the Rael that Rolfes earned through his years of hard work as a mercenary was spent on hiring noble teachers for him. He knew etiquette, arithmetic, poetry, and had a good talent for painting.Only, because his father didn't want him to inherit his father's career, he didn't teach him any martial arts.

Most of the original words of his father that he relayed were heard by accident - after finding the head of the group, he expressed his wish, and then was arranged to come to this camp to learn basic swordsmanship.However, these things that happened today made him extremely depressed, and picking up a practice wooden sword was far more awkward to him than picking up a quill.

He couldn't help but doubt himself.

"No, Andrea, I didn't mean that. What I mean is that your current foundation is not solid enough, and practicing swordsmanship will not have much effect."

Victor looked at the young man and said calmly.The analogy just now was indeed a secret persuasion, but unfortunately this smart young man knew it as soon as he heard it, so he had to deny it.However, from a practical point of view, Rolfes did not let him learn martial arts and instead studied culture, which was definitely a wise move - he learned from the regiment leader Heinrich that Andrea was Rolfes. The only son of Alpheus, his mother died during childbirth. His congenital deficiencies made him physically weak, and he did not have much talent in martial arts.

Therefore, for his future, Rolfes put him on the path of a civil servant.However, the battle that happened some time ago caused this young man to receive a huge sad news—his heart was filled with grief. After several struggles, he finally chose to leave the "Golden Anchor" Chamber of Commerce and came to the Song of "Mercenary Corps.

Although his father did not want him to take this path, he still made his decision——

Victor Marisas looked at the young man, facing the son of the old man, he was not willing to say any harsh words to hit the young man, but the reality was like this after all, his eyes looked at the blue sky in the distance The sky interacts with the green mountains, becoming dignified and profound.

Since Andrea insists on this, according to the confession of the head of the team, Heinrich, it is not a bad idea to try to cultivate - diligent practice can make up for the shortcomings of talent, even if it cannot reach a higher level, after a long period of accumulation , Possessing a pair of good skills is still very possible.

"Andrea, I believe you also understand your own situation. Are you really ready to become a mercenary?"

In the field, the sun dispelled the white mist, and there were only a few mercenaries who were still training hard—most of them came from nearby areas, the former wandering mercenaries in Afron City, and the Nogo Mountains. The young farmer and the son of a bankrupt commoner basically share a common understanding: in this chaotic world, only one's own strength is the most reliable.

Therefore, they have the perseverance that ordinary people can't match to carry out these boring exercises.

"Yes, Mr. Marisas. My mind is fixed, and there will be no change."

The young man still held the wooden sword, his fingers turned white when pinched, but his face turned red. He looked around and saw that those delicate faces were full of perseverance. He shouted to Victor loudly. said.

"Fine, come with me! Andrea."

"Yes, Mr. Marisas."

"Hey, from now on, you should call me Captain Victor."

"Yes, Captain Victor!"

Victor led the young man through the mountain road and a bush outside the camp, and quickly walked into a forest. After a while, he heard dull and loud noises in the forest, still in the field The mercenary who was exercising could not help turning his head, and they looked over - under the shade of trees scattered and criss-crossed, several frightened tits croaked and flew up.

……

"Swordsmanship? The purpose of swordsmanship is to kill the opponent. The swordsmanship that can better achieve this goal is better swordsmanship."

In the far southwest of Afron, in the mountains of Nogo, the bandit leader Glo said to his companions around him, not only these bandits, but also a few people from the Umpton Mine The children, following in Scott's footsteps, crowded in front, behind, left, and right of Glo.

"Boss, in my impression, the Kingdom Army's swordsmanship doesn't seem to be like this."

Scott spoke his mind.He used to be a member of the ordinary soldiers who participated in the Sixth Eta War. Even if he was not proficient in swordsmanship used by the Kingdom Army, he had never eaten pork, at least he had seen pig running—that swordsmanship move and a few The variation from situation to situation is not as demonstrated by Glo.

, However, Glo did not explain too much, he smiled, and suddenly spread a palm.

"Did you see anything?"

"what?"

Scott didn't know why.In the few months since he left the Umpton Mine, Glo returned again, and his temperament seemed to have undergone a radical change. He had already noticed it in his heart, but he could not express this change in words. The description is clear—he looked at Glo's empty palm, and then at his companions—

Oliver, Levin, and several young bandits who often practice sword skills together also looked confused.

"Mr Glo's left hand."

Miss Radia on the side couldn't help reminding that, unlike her past habits, these days, when she saw Glo using swordsmanship, she basically held the sword in her left hand.

"Does it make any difference?"

asked one of the robbers.However, he quickly figured out the joints, and laughed again - holding a sword in his left hand is naturally different from holding a sword in his right hand. Some movements have completely opposite directions. On the other hand, some Movements also subconsciously feel awkward.

Scott didn't know why.In the few months since he left the Umpton Mine, Glo returned again, and his temperament seemed to have undergone a radical change. He had already noticed it in his heart, but he could not express this change in words. The description is clear—he looked at Glo's empty palm, and then at his companions—

(End of this chapter)