The city of Gars was decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, and it was very lively. The streets were all clean as if they had been washed, and the houses on both sides were also clean as if they were brand new. Even the patrolling soldiers on the street were wearing bright red robes over their armor, which looked very festive.
Looking from the sky, one could see that the city was full of bright red. Red flowers, red ribbons, red carpets, and red clothes.
"I knew you liked red before, but I didn't expect you to like it to this extent." Javier looked at the red on the ground and could not help but laugh, "This red is just like a pot of stewed shrimp."
Sui Xiong heard this and could not help but curl his lips, "What kind of description is that! Prince, your level of education is too low! "
Javier laughed out loud. "Do you know what kind of person my father was when I was a prince?"
Sui Xiong shook his head and was a little curious.
"He was two heads taller than ordinary people, and his arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs. His voice was like a drum, and he could eat half a sheep and ten pounds of biscuits for a meal. He drank wine with a small wine jar. He used a heavy bow and wore heavy armor. When he went to the battlefield, he always carried a big battle axe that weighed 120 pounds, but he never rode a horse. At that time, there was no bloodline technology. Not to mention ordinary horses, even ordinary riding magic beasts could not bear his strength. " Javier's eyes were full of smiles. Obviously, the life in the palace was also a very happy memory for him, "But he had a shortcoming, and that was that he could not read."
"Ah?!"
"It can't be said that he was completely illiterate. At least he could recognize his own name." Javier said, "However, he could only recognize his own name. He could not even recognize the names of our brothers."
Sui Xiong was stunned, and he secretly thought that this was not like a king, but a barbarian!
Wait … the king of barbarians was also a king! Just like Temujin, the founder of the Mongolian Empire, he was a barbarian, but was he not a king?
He still remembered watching a movie called "Conan the Barbarian". Although he did not think that the protagonist looked like a king, at least he was indeed a barbarian.
It could be seen that a barbarian could be a king, and there was no problem at all.
Thus, he nodded. Suddenly, he was taken aback and asked, "Then back then … were you also a barbarian?"
Javier nodded. "I was indeed a barbarian when I was a mortal, but I knew a few more words than my father. In total … about fifty words."
Sui Xiong was speechless. In his mind, Javier was a very cultured person who could write poems, compose music, and make operas. But he did not expect that when he was still a mortal, he was actually a barbarian.
He must have learned these cultural things after he became a god.
"Time is truly the greatest force in the world!" He couldn't help but sigh. "Looking at you now, I really can't imagine what you looked like in the past!"
Javier smiled, and with a shake of his body, he transformed into a tall, strong, and extraordinary man. His short beard was like steel needles, and even though his eyes weren't deliberately wide open, they were filled with a power that made people tremble. His muscles were comparable to those of bodybuilders on Earth, but there were many tattoos on his body that bodybuilders would never have. There were layers of tattoos, and even his face was no exception. He looked extremely ferocious and could really cure children crying at night.
Then with a shake of his body, he changed back to the usual handsome young man.
"That's what I looked like when I was a mortal, but when I became a god, I abandoned my original physical body, so what I have now is nothing more than an empty shell." Saying this, Javier sighed softly. "If I hadn't abandoned my physical body, maybe I wouldn't be the soft persimmon that no one can beat now …"
Sui Xiong wanted to nod, but he stopped.
Although this might be a sad thing for Javier, he really didn't think that Javier could have become a strong person without abandoning his physical body — to become a strong person, perhaps a good foundation was also needed, but more importantly, long-term training was needed. For example, Sui Xiong himself, if he hadn't practiced in the trench for thousands of years, he would never have the strength he had today. And what about Javier? A few years ago, he said that he wanted to look for Morani to learn how to fight. In the end, he came to learn every day at first, then once every few days, and then once every month. In the end … it had been almost a year since he last looked for Morani to learn.
With such an attitude, how could he become a strong person?
No matter how powerful Javier's physical body was when he was a mortal, could it be stronger than his current physical body of a god? If he was really willing to work hard, in three to five years, at most ten years, he would definitely be able to become a strong person in martial arts.
But he didn't.
Take a look at Leon. He was a mortal with outstanding talent. He was a world-famous genius when he was young. But later, he encountered a big change, was seriously injured, and was poisoned. Not only did his strength fall a lot, but his foundation was also greatly damaged. The reason why he was able to return to the strength of a high level was unknown how much blood, sweat, and hard work he had put in.
Today, he was not only a top swordsman, but also an extremely brilliant caster of magic. All these achievements were naturally attributed to the hard work behind his back.
Others didn't know, but Sui Xiong knew that Leon spent three to four hours every day learning and figuring out magic. Although no one would think that a peerless swordsman like him needed to cast spells, he stubbornly believed that the High Priest of the Church of the Void Mask must be a powerful Priest. Otherwise, he would lose face for Sui Xiong.
After decades of hard work, he had finally gained a lot. Now, even if he didn't use martial arts, he would not lose to ordinary legendary strongmen just by relying on magic.
In other words, he was now a double legend. In terms of martial arts, he was at the peak of the legendary level, and in terms of magic, he was probably at the middle level of the legendary level.
If Javier could have half of Leon's diligence, he would have long been a combat master stronger than a god!
But on second thought, he smiled again.
He remembered that when Professor Cheng was teaching, he once said a paragraph of ancient prose, and then sighed and said, "Knowing what is right does not mean that you can really do it in the right way. Sometimes it is because you have no choice, but most of the time it is because you don't want to. This is just like everyone knows that as long as you study hard and practice hard, even if you can't become a great painter, you can still become an excellent painter. But in the entire Fine Arts Department, how many people can really do it? "
At that time, Professor Cheng said while shaking his head, "I have been a teacher for many years, and in each batch of students, at most one or two can do this. This has nothing to do with talent or character, it can be called 'temperament.' "
After Sui Xiong's transmigration, although he had seen many outstanding talents, there were only a few who could really do this.
At least, he himself couldn't do it.
In other words, Leon's temperament was better than his.
Flying in the sky, Sui Xiong looked at Leon, who was tidying up his clothes in the Castellan Mansion and being manipulated by a group of maids like a wooden doll. He couldn't help but laugh even more happily.
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