Training was painful, especially when others were sleeping and you were training. The pain would be doubled.
Rob didn't know what was the point of learning how to slash and block a swordsman as a high-ranked mage.
Even if he eventually became a swordsman, he couldn't bring his sword with him when he cast spells. He couldn't just find a place to throw his sword every time a battle started, then pick it up after casting spells. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't even find his lost sword during a battle, people who didn't know better would think that he was walking a dog on the battlefield.
However, after getting along with her for more than a day, the young man had more or less figured out Luo Luo's temper. He knew that the girl usually looked easy to talk to, but in fact, there was a kind of stubbornness in her bones. When she insisted on something, no matter what others said, it was useless.
For example, the problem of wearing protective gear. Rob guessed that if he dared to reject her training plan, he would most likely be beaten up again, and then he would have to obediently come back to practice his swordsmanship.
Since the final result was to practice swordsmanship anyway, Your Honor, the future Supreme Magister, decided not to ask for a beating.
Although he was sleepy, Rob still endured Lolo's magic training for two whole hours.
But as the saying goes, when there is a gain, there is a loss. When God opens a door for you, he will also close a window for you.
Rob's talent in magic was shocking, causing countless mages to want to vomit blood with envy. However, his talent in learning swordsmanship also made Lolo want to vomit blood, but this time it wasn't out of envy, but anger.
Lolo felt that she had never seen such a scumbag in her life. From the young man's movements, she could tell that he had no foundation at all. He couldn't even hold his sword firmly. This was also inconceivable to the rookie The Brave. Usually, unless they were from a noble family, ordinary males would basically receive local militia training after the age of 12 to learn some basic swordsmanship. If it wasn't for the fact that he was practicing seriously, she would really suspect that this guy was doing it on purpose to get back at her for not letting him sleep.
However, reality was so cruel. In terms of swordsmanship, the quasi magus's level was worrying. Mages were generally just so-so and couldn't compare to close combat professions that relied on strength. In addition, he had just walked for a whole night and was a mess. In addition, his waist injury hadn't healed yet, so he was trembling from head to toe when he raised his sword.
Rob completely relied on his willpower to block Lolo's slashes. His hands were numb, and in the end, his brain basically shut down. The mage's eyes were listless, and he only knew to mechanically repeat the training movements like a small boat in a storm.
Every minute felt as long as ten thousand years for Rob.
Finally, Lolo sheathed her sword and said, "Alright, let's stop here for today."
To the young man at this moment, this sentence was like the sound of heaven. Rob could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang. The future supreme magus Your Honor also fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"Your talent isn't too good, but it's okay. Hard work makes up for it. As long as you're willing to put in the effort, you might be able to achieve great things in the future." The newbie The Brave encouraged him. He didn't forget to add, "We'll continue tomorrow."
Rob was at a loss. The phrase 'hard work makes up for it' was especially unfamiliar to the future supreme magus Your Honor. In the Royal College of Magic and Magic, he was a living legend, the senior that everyone worshipped. Although he didn't do very well at times, the two old guys, Steins and Demain, would usually yell at him like this — Rob, if you keep slacking off, don't even think about entering the ninth grade before you're sixty!!!
Sometimes, the future supreme magus Your Honor couldn't help but wonder if his existence was a little too uninspiring to those who trained hard but progressed slowly. However, if they saw his miserable state just now, they would probably feel a little better.
The young man lay on the ground for a while before he finally gathered some strength and dragged his tired body back to his hammock. He didn't even take off his boots before he fell head first onto it.
After some time, Rob was pushed awake by the person beside him. The quasi-magus opened his eyes in a daze and saw the person gesturing for him to leave.
"Eh, are we leaving now?" The young man yawned. He felt that he didn't have enough sleep at all. His head was still groggy. What was worse was that after the death training, he realized that there wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't sore. Even lifting his arm hurt like hell. If he could, the Archmage really wanted to sleep for three days and three nights.
"Everyone's finished eating. We're just waiting for you." The one who spoke was the old thief, Edward's attendant, a young man who was always smiling. He added, "You look very tired. Are you alright?"
Rob waved his hand. He was so tired that he didn't even want to speak.
Walking out of the house, he saw Lolo who was packing up. The girl pointed to the food on the side and said, "Your portion. Hurry up and eat. We'll be leaving after you finish."
The young man thought it would be black bread and porridge again. He didn't expect there to be a small piece of ham in the bowl.
"Where did this come from?" Rob couldn't help but feel refreshed when he smelled the meat. Although the taste of this ham couldn't be compared to the special cooking the academy had specially prepared for him, the Archmage hadn't eaten meat for a whole day. He had just gone through high-intensity training. Every pore on his body was calling for protein. This small piece of ham came at the right time.
However, the young man clearly remembered that there shouldn't be ham in Lolo's big travel bag before they left.
"Just eat. Don't worry so much." The girl lowered her head to tidy up her luggage. The sharp-eyed Archmage noticed that the bracelet on Lolo's right hand was missing.
"Wait, you exchanged the bracelet for this, didn't you?" Rob suddenly felt that the ham in his mouth didn't taste as good as before. At that moment, the young man's heart seemed to have been struck by something.
"Uh, don't guess blindly." Lolo took out the bracelet from her pocket and waved it in front of someone.
The Archmage's face turned red.
Lolo said, "The person in charge of the camp is my father's old … um, a friend. He gave us the ham." She then pointed to the long sword on the ground and said, "He heard that you've been training hard, so he gave this sword to you as well."
Rob bent down to pick up the long sword. His face was full of sorrow. He felt like he had gained another five pounds. And looking at the situation, he would have to suffer on the path of swordsman for a long time.
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