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Fool?

Waste?

Bah, you are the fool! Your whole family is useless!

Every time he hears such words, Han Huhu's big head is actually filled with anger. However, when he thinks of his grandfather William's stick, he can only hide his bad temper in his heart, with a confused look of good temper on his face.

, continue to be a fool and loser.

The residents of Borabel know Roy, a good boy who runs around happily like other boys every day, climbing up trees and down rivers non-stop, loves to brag and fantasize, and is ignorant and somewhat cute.

But in fact, few people really know this boy.

Before coming to Borabel, Roy had been wandering around the continent of Avalon with his grandfather William.

At the age of three, he could climb trees to dig out bird's nests and go down rivers to fish for fish and shrimps. At the age of four, he could dig into wolf holes to catch wolf cubs. At the age of five, he could run around in the mountains where wild beasts roam, hunting and setting traps to gather herbs.

When he was six years old, he went to the dwarf dungeon with William, and within a year he became famous. He was respected by a group of dwarfs of the same age as the leader of the Little Firefighter Scouts, and the gangster had a bad temper, Dwarf.

When they finally left after living for a year, the joyful dwarves almost destroyed the dungeon when they used explosives as firecrackers to celebrate.

When he was seven years old, he went to the barbarian camp with William. Every day, he was naked and mixed in with a group of barbarians with big oxen and horses. He rode on horseback and hunted. His whole body except for his eyes was covered with totems. He held a javelin and barked wildly.

He eats raw meat in the trees, pees under the trees, and when he sees a girl he likes, he pounces on her and drags her into the bushes.

He only lived in the barbarian camp for half a year. His grandfather William saw that it would not be a problem if he continued like this, so he quickly took him to a government city like this. As a result, within a month, this boy was full of lies, without even blinking an eyelid, making fun of people.

He is more powerful than the dwarf who loves to lie, and has turned the city upside down, annoying everyone and giving everyone a headache.

In the end, he was kicked out. Once he was eight years old, he followed William to the elf lakeside city.

Elves are an elegant race, they love music and all beautiful things, and their artistic achievements are extraordinary. Their behavior and speech are more pleasing to the eye than the great nobles of humans. However, the big head did not learn anything else, but only learned the character of the elves who will retaliate for their small belly and chicken intestines.

, whoever provokes him will be chased after him for a month and will take revenge.

Later, after wandering for a while, I arrived at Borabel.

From the day he settled down, Roy's grandfather William made an agreement with him.

First of all, you can't be like a little wolf, grinning when you get a little stimulation, or even looking at someone's throat to figure out how to take a bite when showing weakness to the enemy. That doesn't work!

Secondly, when you get angry, you can’t get mad and throw an ax and a chair at someone’s head. You must learn to control your temper, stand up when you are scolded, and run away when you are beaten. You must learn to use human means to solve problems, not dwarves!

Third, you can’t lose your temper in person, and you can’t retaliate casually afterwards. You can’t just follow someone with a bag and a stick after being scolded for three days and five days, looking for opportunities. You can’t see who is lying to whom, and you have to blink when you lie.

Skin.

The most important thing is that the little bastard can't just pounce on the girl he likes!

In short, here he has to put away all the things he had in the past, whether he is pretending to be good or stupid, he has to learn how to get along with others in a human way. If he doesn't restrain himself at all...

At that time, Roy's grandfather, William, took out a stick thicker than Roy's arm and danced it whirring in the cold wind. He was very violent and arrogant.

Therefore, Roy, who was only ten years old when he came to Borabel City, spent five years to become the honest and foolish person he is now.

Roy couldn't understand. What's the use of a good temper, and it can't be used as food. It's already miserable enough that he can't practice fighting spirit, and he has to humbly pretend to be honest and confused.

If it weren't for looking for that...

Yawning loudly, Roy wiped his tears and continued working.

As a handyman in the Lord's Mansion who takes care of the war horses, Big Head's job every morning is to wash and saddle more than a dozen war horses.

The morning air was still filled with the coolness of the night. But Roy was already sweating profusely from his work.

"Don't move, Tornado." Roy didn't have to pretend to be a grandson in front of the beast. He glared, dragging the reins with one hand, and the brush in the other hand danced on a gray and white horse. He quickly cleared away the dust and grass roots.

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The war horse, which was still spinning in circles to dodge, immediately stood motionless when the young man shouted at him. Under the shiny fur that had been brushed by the brush, its strong muscles were trembling. It seemed that it was itching unbearably.

"Don't take advantage of Big Touou. This is the secret technique of the elders of the barbarian tribe. It can make you climax. Do you believe it?"

After brushing the war horse [Whirlwind], Roy just stood up, and Whirlwind's huge horse's head was placed affectionately on his shoulders, snorting from its nostrils, and its long mouth flexibly bit his neck.

The young man was so itchy that he couldn't help laughing.

The open space outside the castle gate was already bustling with people.

Guards in armor stood tall in front of the castle gate, holding spears. The knights, wearing jackets with puff sleeves and lace, gathered around and chatted while the servants buckled the leather armor used for training on them.

A maid carrying a basin sprinkled water on the dusty mud floor; barefoot children and dogs ran around; two shield-bearing servants who were outstanding in martial arts and trusted by others shouted loudly and led a group of people dressed in linen.

The knight apprentice is jogging to warm up; four servants are working hard to carry training spears, swords and shields.

Some idle town residents and out-of-town businessmen and travelers passing by with horses or camels stopped and gathered around the training ground, watching with interest.

Sixty years ago, since the first lord acquired this small town, which is not much larger than the town, the [Stoppers] family has ruled here for sixty years.

After the management and construction of three generations of barons, the city of Borabel has prospered. The population, grain production and trade tax have increased more than ten times.

The enhancement of economic strength also means the strengthening of military strength.

Counting the current Baron [Brian] himself and his son - Lord [Les] who has become a trainee knight in the Viscounty of Wenger in the west. The city of Borabel now has nine knights.

The people of Borabel are very proud of this. You must know that even many viscounts whose fiefdoms are larger than the city of Borabel cannot afford to support so many knights!

After a while, the warm-up activities of the knight apprentices ended.

Several knights who had put on their leather armor also came out one after another and began to guide the apprentices in their training.

In the center of the field, Buck, the first knight of Borabel City, who was strong and well-dressed, and a sturdy servant wearing dirty linen clothes, each held a two-handed sword and kept swinging the sword while moving quickly.

He slashed and blocked. Sparks shot out when the big sword hit, and the fierce sound of gold and iron could be heard.

During the fight, the guard blocked Buck's diagonal stab and suddenly struck with a powerful and heavy blow.

The spectators nearby only saw a bright light striking down from above their heads, heading straight to Buck's head like lightning, and they all exclaimed in unison.

Roy, who was brushing the horse, also stopped the brush in his hand and subconsciously looked at Buck's feet.

"You should retreat and then use the wind to turn the remaining clouds!"

As if he heard Roy's voice, in the middle of the field, Buck took a step back to avoid the follower's attack. At the same time, he raised the big sword in his hand backhand, drew a half circle in the air, and pressed tightly against the follower's long sword, and then

Twist and twist.

Just hearing a "clang" sound, the servant's long sword had already flown into the sky.

"Wow!" The spectators on the side were dazzled and cheered wildly.

Anyone who knows the art knows that this move is Buck's unique skill, which is difficult to see normally.

Among the knights in Borabel City, no one can resist Buck's move. As long as he is caught by his long sword, he will be immediately thrown away! Tried and true!

Although the shield-bearing guard who fought against Buck was tall and strong, and his martial arts skills were considered outstanding even among the cavalry sergeants of the Imperial Frontier Army, he was still vulnerable in front of Buck. Buck did not even use fighting spirit, only used

With Qiao Jin, his sword flew away.

This is the knight!

If Buck gets his fighting spirit up, I'm afraid this guard won't even be able to take a single move!

The levels of knights in the continent of Avalon are divided into six levels.

The lowest level is [Armed Knight]. The ones going up are [Brave Knight], [Just Knight], [Glory Knight], [Great Bright Knight] and [Paladin].

Each knight level is divided into one to five stars according to different strengths.

Buck is a three-star [Armed Knight].

This kind of strength may not be a big deal among the famous knights or the knights under the great lords. But in a small town like Borabel, it is already very powerful.

There was applause on the training ground, and Roy resumed his work.

After brushing the fur of the war horse, Big Head first covered the horse's back with pieces of horse ornaments embroidered with different knight's symbols, and then saddled several war horses one by one. Then, he picked it up and leaned against the pillar next to it.

Use the wooden fork with your backhand to pick up a bundle of hay.

The straw ropes tying the hay were twisted in the air by the rotating wooden forks. The scattered grass followed the semicircle drawn by the wooden forks, accurately and evenly falling into the troughs of several war horses.

From the backhand fork to the completion of feeding, the entire action is clean and done in one go.

If anyone noticed Roy at this moment, they might be surprised to find that the semicircle he drew with his wooden fork when he picked up the hay and the action of twisting the straw rope were the moves that Buck just used.

The mysterious [Feng Juan Can Yun] is very similar. However, in the hands of the young man, this move has no lethality.

After finishing the work in hand, Roy walked to the side of the training ground and squatted down.

Since he cannot cultivate fighting spirit, he is not qualified to participate in every morning training like the proud knights and boys on the training ground. Although he is not convinced, Roy knows that without fighting spirit, he may really be just a waste.

At his feet, the fat dog Oliver was turning over his belly and basking in the sun out of boredom.

Oliver is a hybrid dog of an unrecognizable breed. The fur on his body is black and white, with big ears and small eyes, extremely short limbs, and a tail that stands up like a flagpole.

Because of its short legs and excessive obesity, it twists and turns when it walks, with its round belly almost touching the ground. If it doesn't move, it looks like a piece of bread from a distance.

Everyone who met Oliver for the first time swore that he was the stupidest looking dog they had ever seen.

This dog is either lying down or on its stomach all day long. It has nothing to do and always hangs around the beautiful bitch. It can't warn the thieves with words and weapons. When it sees something delicious, it will just grab it and run away.

No one can figure out why Roy would raise such a guy. Not to mention the precious combat beasts of the noble knights, even if he just raised a hound, it would be ten thousand times better than Oliver.
To be continued...