Baron seems to have found the joy of being a teacher.

The next day he found a chess set from somewhere, covered with dust.

The baron wiped it clean carefully, pondered for a while, and then said to Roger who was watching: "Come, I will teach you how to play chess, which is also one of the seven arts of knighthood."

Roger knew chess in his previous life, but when he saw the chessboard in front of him that did not distinguish between black and white squares, he felt that the rules should be different, so he listened carefully to the Baron's explanation.

Roger learned that the rook, knight, and king moved the same way as in modern times, but the king could be eaten.

The privilege of castling the king's rook does not exist. The queen is not the strongest chess piece. It can only move one square diagonally, just like the chess taxi.

The queens of both sides can only walk diagonally, so the two original wives will not meet.

The pawn can only advance 1 square, even when moving for the first time. When the pawn reaches the 8th square, it can only be promoted to the queen and cannot be promoted to other chess pieces.

These upgraded mistresses and mistresses have a chance to compete with their original spouses.

"Let's do actual combat. Only actual combat is the most effective way to improve our strength."

The Baron made a good start and invited Roger to play chess with ease.

Roger was very cautious in the first game. He was familiar with the rules and fought to a draw with the Baron.

In the second game, Roger started to exert his strength, and the Baron surrendered after struggling for a while.

In the third game, Roger let go, and the Baron was killed without leaving any trace of his armor.

The red-eyed baron was defeated and defeated again and again, bringing humiliation to himself time and time again.

Finally, the baron suppressed the shame and anger on his face and pretended to tell Roger in a gentle tone: "Let's learn the most important skill of a knight."

The Baron took Roger to the backyard, pulled out his sword, turned the hilt upside down and handed it to Roger. He said, "Let's learn swordsmanship, the same thing, in actual combat."

Roger felt that the sword in his hand was a little heavy. He held it with both hands and said uncertainly: "This sword has an edge."

"Do you think I don't know my sword well?"

The baron casually took a stick from the firewood pile. The stick had not been cleaned and there were still a few dead leaves attached to it.

Roger waved his sword and reminded: "This sword is very sharp."

"Yes, I just grinded it this morning. Now, attack me with all your strength."

"I mean, if I accidentally hurt you..."

"Stop whining like a girl."

Roger was angered by the baron's ridicule and shouted: "Rollo, you probably don't know that I once had a nickname: The Fearless!"

"The ignorant are fearless." The baron waved his stick carelessly.

"Hey! Look at the sword!" Roger shouted, increasing his momentum and rushing toward the Baron.

A few minutes later, Roger was lying on his back with pain all over his body.

The baron threw the stick with the dead leaves attached back to the firewood pile, turned back to the house with satisfaction while holding the sword, and left a message: "From tomorrow on, you will be responsible for chopping firewood. Your arm strength is too weak."

Roger looked at the blue sky with tears in his eyes. He thought, I am so stupid, really.

A week later the blacksmith came back. He did not bother to drink water, and told the Baron and Roger a message: "My friend is not here, and I left him a message. I found a famous builder in Syracuse, who came from the Holy Land."

From Jerusalem, he and his team, including stonemasons and carpenters, participated in the construction of the Tower of London."

Roger was a little shocked. This was a real master. He asked: "The price is not cheap, isn't it?"

"Yes," the blacksmith said sarcastically, "it's really not cheap."

The baron waved his hand: "This expense is nothing, you have to spend what you have to spend. Where are they?"

"On the road, calculate the distance, we will arrive at Knight Jack's village in a while."

"Let's go and meet the master."

Roger and his party quickly returned to Jack Knight's village, and the village chief warmly received them both.

The baron commandeered Jack's knight's hall, and the knight's wife obediently moved her children to the side room.

Angelica was very happy to see Roger again. She greeted him warmly and served him soup and water willingly, like a maid.

When Roger had free time, he would chat with her for a few words, just casually, and this simple girl would be like a sparrow, jumping around and having fun all day long.

The days of waiting were boring. Roger played with the chess set on the table. This chess piece belonged to Jack Knight and was polished to a shiny finish.

Angelica came to clean the hall again. Roger invited her: "Let's play chess together."

Angelica smiled, showing two small tiger teeth, and said: "I can't."

Roger glanced at the baron, who was listening boredly to the village chief's chatter.

The baron noticed Roger looking at him, and he immediately got busy. He listened attentively to the village chief's chatter, leaving Roger who wanted to invite him to play chess unable to interrupt.

Roger looked at the chessboard boredly and suddenly had a prank idea.

So he said to Angelica: "Let's play a game."

"Okay." Angelica agreed readily, not noticing a devil's tail swaying behind Roger's butt.

Roger began to introduce the rules. He pointed to the chessboard and said: "Let's exchange wheat. I will give you a pound of wheat for each grid. You put one grain of wheat in the first grid on the chessboard, two grains in the second grid, and two grains in the second grid."

Three squares and then double it, and so on."

"Then wouldn't you be at a disadvantage?"

"It doesn't matter if I suffer a little loss, as long as you are happy, let's play." Roger, who had devil horns growing out of his head, was tempting.

"No, I don't want you to suffer. There is a lot of wheat in my warehouse, and I don't want your wheat."

"This is just a game, why are you taking it so seriously? Just have fun. Let's change it."

Roger imagined that Angelica's eyes would turn red from tears in the end, and he would generously forgive her debts. He even thought about what kind of pose he would make at that time.

But Angelica disagreed. She said, "But I won't be happy in that case. Otherwise, I'll give you a pound, and you can give me one."

"Aha," the Baron shouted from the side, "Roger, change it, we will have enough food for the next few days."

The village chief also teased: "Girl, you are so outgoing."

Angelica hurried back without waiting for Roger's reply.

Soon, she came over with two bags of wheat, followed by her mother laughing and scolding: "Why did I give birth to you, a loser?"

Angelica ignored her mother. She smiled and handed the wheat to Roger.

Roger didn't want to take it, but seeing her trembling arms holding the bag flat, his heart softened and he took it.

Angelica took out two grains of wheat from the bag and placed them on the checkerboard grid, one grain on each grid. She said, "There is still a lot of space."

Roger helplessly watched Angelica run back to get the wheat, watched her bring two more bags over with the help of her mother, watched her go back again, watched her come back again.

Angelica's face was red. She didn't know whether it was because she was tired or because she was being made trouble by the baron and the village chief.

But she didn't stop, she just kept going back and forth over and over again.

Roger couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Your mother will be unhappy if you bring so much wheat."

"No, there are still more in the warehouse."

Roger knew she was right, it was just a few dozen pounds of wheat and Mrs. Jack wouldn't care.

"Actually, I just wanted to joke with you."

"Do not worry about it."

Roger couldn't laugh or cry. He knew that, logically speaking, it only counts if both parties involved agree that it is a joke. If one party is serious, then it is not a joke.

Wheat is still being brought in pound by pound, and the grids on the chessboard are being filled in one by one.

Angelica was already sweating, but Roger could see that she was very happy.

So Roger couldn't hold it any longer and ran to move the wheat with Angelica.

So Angelica became even happier, she smiled "hehe", showing two little tiger teeth.

So Roger was also happy. He happily and personally sent himself into the abyss.

In the end, Angelica carried 64 grains of wheat and went back with a smile.

Roger saw that she was not jumping around as usual along the way. She was walking very carefully, as if she was afraid of the wheat in her pocket falling out. It seemed that the 64 grains of wheat were more valuable than the 64 pounds of wheat.
Chapter completed!