Two hours later.
"Pay attention to your footsteps!
Steady your breathing!
The key to the 'Iron Body' style lies in your feet. The moment you are attacked, adjust the distance between your legs and divert the force!
If you don't want to die, raise your shield towards the enemy! "
Jines' clear voice rang, followed by a merciless slash!
Thales clenched his teeth and swung the sword in his right hand, causing his body to spin. The blood vessels in his left arm bulged as he tried his best to lift the disproportionately heavy wooden shield with the strength of his shoulder. He bent his right leg slightly and prepared to slide away according to the force of the impact to cushion the blow.
* Bang! *
Gilbert, who was watching the fight by the side, closed his eyes gently.
After Jines hit the lower part of the shield, Thales lost his balance for the twenty-fifth time and fell on the sand again. This time, he was exhausted and could no longer lift the shield in his hand.
'Damn it.'
The boy panted heavily and tried his best to lift his head and chest, but the heavy shield pressed down on his left chest, making it impossible for him to struggle up from the ground.
'This lady, who is also my father's lover, has been swinging her sword continuously for two hours. But why … why does she not show any signs of physical exhaustion?'
"The Northland Military Sword Style originated from the ancient Chauvinistic Kingdom three thousand years ago. It was formed during the era of the human kings before the Ancient Empire." As if he had seen through Thales' thoughts, Gilbert's voice rang in the empty ground. "According to records, the ancient elves and the dragons were at war at that time, and the human kings in Northland encountered the invasion of the ancient orcs in the north."
"This sword style was created to fight against the ancient orcs and even the dragons — those terrifying opponents whose strength and size far surpass that of humans." Gilbert looked at Thales on the ground seriously and said softly, "This is the oldest combat sword style in human history. It was under such a huge disadvantage, in a battle that was almost hopeless, in a fight that was almost certain death, and in a charge that was almost suicidal, the first batch of knights awakened to supernatural powers, which are now known as the 'Power of Eradication'. They became the earliest supra class in human history. "
A brilliant light shone in Gilbert's eyes. "Madam Jines is one of the best among supra classes. Forget about the unique Power of Eradication she possesses, her observation skills, explosive power, sense of balance, and almost all of her physical attributes are incomparable to yours. The difference between her and you is like the difference between the valiant ancient orcs and the weak humans back then. "
Truth be told, he still did not know how he should interact with his father's' lover '. He looked at Jines and saw that she was exercising her wrists with a relaxed expression, as if she did not mind Gilbert's praise at all.
"With the further use and accumulation of extraordinary power, this power will become stronger and stronger. The knights began to learn how to control this enormous and profound power, to control that immeasurable power, and to reach the realm of being able to control it with ease. Compared to Super Mages, these knights who had advanced to the next level were immeasurably strong, and their techniques were unparalleled. They begin to understand the essence of power and battle. They can change at will, and they are not bound by any rules. They can use the greatest efficiency and the smallest loss to end a battle. "Gilbert took a step forward and nodded at a spot in the air without leaving a trace.
"This is the Extreme Realm, a supreme expert who has surpassed the limits of strength."
Thales stared at the sky in a daze. He remembered Asda's control over the air at will, and Yodel's ghostly movements.
Gilbert looked at the sky and nodded at Jines. "Ordinary class, supra class, supreme class. After the humans became powerful, this system of power classification was widely spread to all races and places." Gilbert looked at the sky and nodded at Jines. "The ancient orcs, ancient elves, and even Psionics and … started to use this classification.
"And all of this originated from the ancient Northland Military Sword Style. It originated from the courage to fight against the orcs and dragons for survival." Gilbert's words made Thales fall into a daze.
"Now, the threat of the ancient orcs is no longer there, the dragons are no longer in the world, and the Northland Military Sword Style is no longer in circulation. Even the Eckstedt army, which took pride in the Northland bloodline and occupied the ancient lands of Northland, has long since abandoned this sword style. Now, the only places that have the complete legacy of the Northland Military Sword Style are Constellation and the Tower of Eradication.
"Lady Jines is one of the few who are skilled in this field. Young Mister Thales, please have respect for this sword style that once saved our ancestors and practice it tirelessly. "
'A sword style that fought against the orcs and dragons?
'No wonder …' Thales thought gloomily when he snapped out of his daze. 'No wonder I felt like a grandson when I swung the sword.'
When he recalled how he lifted the shield and swung the sword like an idiot (he was swung along by the sword), how he moved his feet (he was dragged along by the inertia of the shield), and how he sparred with Jines (Jines was training him), Thales felt like he had been beaten up like a grandson for two hours. He sighed speechlessly and fell backwards with a face full of regret.
"Your previous wound is already showing signs of tearing. That's all for this morning. "Jines looked at the sun in the sky, threw down her sword and shield, and spoke with her usual expression.
"These three defensive styles of the Northland Military Sword Style will be your homework for this week. As for riding a horse … "Jines looked at the little colt that was happily running around a butterfly beside the stable, then at Thales, who had struggled to free his left arm from the wooden shield. She sighed, shook her head, and said," Go take a bath. Have lunch. Gilbert has prepared an indoor class for you at one o 'clock in the afternoon. "
'An afternoon class?
My God, do I still have to do night self-study at night? '
Thales, who was used to living an irregular life of smoking, drinking, and smoking, exhaled once again. He felt his entire body ache, and he closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.
Constellation's most respected illegitimate child helplessly and laboriously took off the equipment on his body (he pulled his left arm out of the shield), and limped into Mindis Hall.
He only had an hour to bathe and eat.
"I have to say, his understanding and comprehension are pretty good. It has only been two hours, and he has already begun to understand the basic spirit of this sword style." Gilbert watched Thales leave and broke the silence. He nodded softly and said, "When I was his age, I used my body to practice with the sword, but this child used his brain to learn the sword.
"Compared to that, don't tell me that your observation skills are so bad that you did not notice the abnormality on his body!" Jines watched Thales' back disappear, and her expression suddenly became solemn. As she spoke to Gilbert, she suspiciously sized up the air around her. "I still remember that even dust a hundred meters away can be seen clearly by that cursed mask."
"Stop sizing him up. Yodel is not nearby." Watching Jines' nervous actions, Gilbert put his hands behind his back and said in a steady manner, "Ever since Thales was unexpectedly abducted by the Blood Clansmen, he has not left his side at all times.
"Also, we noticed," Gilbert said with a slight frown. "That child is only about seven years old. Two days ago, he suffered quite a serious injury, but within two days, he has almost recovered … He practiced his sword style for two hours under the sun, and he is still fine … No wonder the Bloodline Lamp, which detects blood, did not react for a whole seven years …"
"This kind of physique can no longer be described as' different from a normal person '. It's practically …" He sighed and tried his best not to think of another possibility in this matter. "The Jadestar Family is indeed the descendant of the Imperial Family with the longest legacy in the world."
Jines was silent for a while, and tacitly did not say anything else.
The female official bent down and patted the dust off her boots. "Speaking of vampires, why did you reveal Thales' identity to them and even invite them to stay in Mindis Hall? Do you really believe in the agreement between Thales and the distressed archduchess? After all, he is only seven years old … And you know very well that vampires have killed our people. We cannot trust them … And to the vampires, we are an accident that suddenly appeared. They will not trust us either. "
"You have already said the answer." Gilbert's eyes shone brightly as he thought of the old Blood Clansman whose face was dead but full of wisdom. "It is precisely because of the lack of trust between each other that we are wary of each other and even threaten each other.
"That is why we use our own secrets and common interests to bind each other. This is a tacit understanding and scheming in diplomacy. It is different from a clear investigation of a case. "
"Hmph, you're just trying to act mysterious and mysterious." Jines seemed to have recalled a bad memory. As she left the training field and walked into the hall, she said in displeasure, "Another Morat."
"Thank you for your compliment, respected Madam Jines." Gilbert lifted the hat on his head and smiled at the perfect moment. "I am extremely grateful to be placed in the same rank as the head of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department."
Gilbert did not mind Jines' rude disregard. He thought to himself, 'Although that child is only seven years old, when it comes to scheming, he is definitely not inferior to the archduchess who is hundreds of years old.'
—
In fact, half an hour later, when Gilbert and Jines arrived at Thales' study room at the same time, Thales, who had just taken a messy bath and was having his meal, was frowning as he looked at the expressionless, red-eyed little girl in front of him.
Her attendants, Istrone and Rolana, were facing off against the Swordsmen of Eradication guards who surrounded Thales so tightly that not even a drop of water could escape.
"Step back, vampire." A swordsman guard who looked like the leader glared at them from behind his helmet. His tone was unpleasant. "You are not welcome here."
"Don't misunderstand. I don't like you that much, mortals." Istrone's nonchalant words made the guards even more displeased. "Do you remember? I killed eight people like you yesterday, "he said sarcastically and provocatively.
Thales, who was frowning, took a bite of the meticulously seasoned beef steak from the fork in his hand. He was so touched by the deliciousness that he had not eaten since he transmigrated that he gasped in admiration. At the same time, he carefully avoided the chubby little girl opposite him. Her gaze was obviously not right.
'Unfortunately, this taste probably can't compare to the dog meat I ate with Jala back then.'
Thales looked at the situation before him and sighed. 'What a headache.'
"You won't have that kind of chance again, despicable rat hiding in a vase." The swordsman's tone dropped to the freezing point. The silver sword that was specially equipped at his waist was unsheathed by a foot. "Try taking a step forward? I am happy to take revenge for my companions. Or I just need to open the curtains and let you bask in the sun. "
Hence, the handsome blond man's expression was unpleasant. He planned to take a step forward.
"Don't be nervous, boys." Rolana pulled her furious cousin back in a timely manner. Although she had a smile on her face, her tone was stern and serious. "Servants, step back. Your master has an agreement with our master."
Looking at the Swordsmen of Eradication in front of her, who wished that they could kill them, Rolana's playful face became even more radiant. "This is what your master said. We are now allies. Shouldn't we forget our past enmity? It's just eight lives … "
The Swordsmen of Eradication's emotions became more and more unstable. A few of them even gritted their teeth behind their helmets.
'My cousin is indeed my cousin,' Istrone thought in his heart. 'Especially when I see the guards being extremely angry but having no choice but to restrain themselves. It really makes me feel good.'
Jines, who was outside the room, furrowed her brows. She was about to enter the room when Gilbert grabbed her arm. The gray-haired former diplomat shook his head with a mysterious expression and pointed at the young master sitting on the chair behind the guards.
Jines revealed a puzzled expression.
That was until she saw Thales, who had eaten the last mouthful of food and put down his knife and fork. He burped in satisfaction and slid down from the chair.
'What should I do?' Thales pondered over this question as he looked at the three Blood Clansmen's meaningful gazes.
However, he soon had an answer.
"Thank you for your protection, Chora. With you around, I am very assured of my own safety," Thales said with a smile and tugged at the hem of the swordsman leader's armor.
Chora, who Thales had poked his stomach on the first morning of his arrival to test whether the guards were actually made of stone, was the leader of these guards. He was also the one who had arranged for the guards to kill the attacking mercenaries one by one.
He knew that he could not wave his hand and tell these loyal guards to retreat in an authoritative and domineering manner like most of the protagonists in the novels. Moreover, in order to protect him, they had just sacrificed eight of their most reliable brothers and comrades. When faced with their most direct enemies, it was already a rare show of restraint that they did not immediately draw their swords and kill them. Even though they were already allies in an agreement, pretending that nothing had happened and telling their own people to retreat in front of outsiders was indeed satisfying, but it would only chill the guards' hearts.
Thales' expression became serious. "I need you to do me a favor."
"As you command."
Even though his expression could not be seen clearly, the respectful tone of the guard leader, Chora, explained everything. The swordsmen who could guard this place were the Jadestar Family's most trusted and most elite private soldiers. Even though they were not informed, based on the mission they received and their interactions over the past few days, the guards already had a pretty good guess about the identity of the boy who was personally sent by Gilbert and Yodel.
"Because of my previous experience, I do not trust this handsome Mister Istrone Corleone, and his beautiful but equally dangerous cousin, Madam Rolana Corleone."
"They have left me with a lot of humiliation. Their existence makes me troubled, worried, and fearful." Thales furrowed his brows tightly and said through gritted teeth.
It was as if they really had a life and death feud.
Istrone and Rolana were shocked. They looked at the archduchess behind them at the same time, but the latter remained calm and collected.
"With just one word from you, young Sir." Chora's gaze behind his helmet became even more piercing. The sword at his waist moved out another inch. "Our swords will be unsheathed for you."
When the Swordsmen of Eradication around them heard this, they placed their hands on the hilts of their swords. Their gazes became increasingly hostile as they shared a common enemy.
"Very well, I want their heads too much …" Thales' face was cold as he stared at Istrone.
The swordsmen took a step forward in unison. They vaguely surrounded the Blood Clansmen.
Istrone looked at the boy's expression and his heart skipped a beat.
Rolana put on a fierce expression and stretched out her hands.
'No way …' Istrone felt an inexplicable fear in his heart and subconsciously took a step back until the archduchess' secret voice rang quietly in his ears.
"Steady yourself, Iza." The childish voice could only be heard by the Blood Clansmen, but it made Istrone feel at ease. "He is not going to turn hostile.
But because of the sacred covenant, I cannot hurt them in my own house … "
"So, besides this … little lady, chase the other two people to the corridor, Chora," Thales said coldly as he pouted and crossed his arms.
"If they dare to disturb my private conversation with … Lady Serena Corleone …" A cold glint flashed in Thales' eyes.
A cold glint flashed in Thales' eyes, causing Istrone, who had been traumatized since a long time ago, to feel uneasy. The prince turned his head and continued to speak mercilessly to Chora, "Chora, and everyone else … All of you will have a legitimate reason to take revenge and wipe out this humiliation."
Especially that golden-haired one. "
Istrone's heart tightened.
"If our swords are unsheathed, we will definitely not disappoint you." Chora nodded with a determined gaze and extended his arm towards the door of the study room.
"Vampires, you heard me.
Get out. The corridor is the place that suits you. "
Istrone, who had an angry expression, wanted to say something else, but was stopped by his cousin.
Rolana hid her astonishment perfectly. She smiled mysteriously and bowed respectfully to the little loli, Serena. Then, she dragged Istrone out of the study room.
Outside the room, Gilbert flashed a smile. Jines, who had a shocked expression, made way for the guards and the Blood Clansmen. The two groups stared at each other warily as they walked out of the study room and continued to confront each other in the corridor in the distance.
"Good day, Mister Corleone and Lady Corleone." Gilbert bowed in a neat manner. His elegant mustache curled up slightly. "I know that the Blood Clansmen have excellent hearing. It is too easy to hear what is going on in the study room from here. I wonder if eavesdropping counts as' disturbing 'Mister Thales and Lady Corleone's private conversation?"
Chora, the guard, and the swordsmen immediately walked forward with a solemn atmosphere. "You want to eavesdrop?"
Rolana's smile froze abruptly. Istrone's face was livid with rage.
Jines looked pensive as she watched the Blood Clansmen being forced out of the stairs by the furious swordsmen before stopping.
Jines lowered her head quietly. 'So what Gilbert said is true. He is really a smart and steady boy.
However, he is a little too smart and steady. '
Thales exhaled. Under the red-eyed loli's slightly strange gaze, he pushed the heavy study room door shut and considerately drew the curtains to block the sunlight.
The study room on the third floor had perfect soundproofing. Gilbert had assured him that even with the Blood Clansmen's hearing, they would not be able to penetrate it.
Thales exhaled and said with a serious expression, "Alright, we were pressed for time yesterday. Now, let us discuss the terms of the alliance agreement in detail.
"Especially the part regarding my blood and the fact that all of you are working for me."
"Very good." Lady Serena, the loli, who spoke with a lisp due to her shrunken body, also nodded seriously. "We might as well include the matter of your identity in the terms that we need to discuss."
Thales had a puzzled look on his face, but when the red-eyed loli said the next sentence, his expression changed drastically.
Her Highness Serena L.A. Corleone, the true heir of the Corleone Family, the legitimate and legitimate ruler of the Hill of Pain, the Archduchess, who wore the appearance of a little girl, spoke faintly and with a lisp.
"In other words, the problem of my right to inherit the throne as a prince has yet to be recognized."
What they did not know was that while Thales cleverly avoided the irresolvable enmity between the guards and the Blood Clansmen and started negotiating with Serena, Chris Corleone was hiding behind the shadow of the fireplace chimney on the top of the study room on the third floor, avoiding the sunlight. His posture was strange and his face was expressionless.
"Alright." The pale-faced Chris Corleone's ears twitched. He turned his head and said, "Our people are not fighting. I think His Highness and that little friend have already started talking.
"Both of us are supreme class, after all. There is no need for us to maintain this awkward posture, right?"
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