Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 19th of February. Sunny. This afternoon, I sent young master to Dawn Academy to enroll. Instructor Locke said that young master wouldn't have many years to live if he didn't lose weight. It was the same as the swordsman who came two months ago. I invited Master over. Master decided to hand young master over to Instructor Locke to lose weight and train him. He even signed a letter of guarantee. Master asked me to stay in the academy and listen to Instructor Locke's instructions. He also asked me not to come into contact with young master. I could only watch from afar. I agreed, but I felt that young master wasn't in a good state.
As expected, after Instructor Locke's meeting, he asked me to buy a cart of lettuce, carrots, and celery. He then brought young master back. When I returned, Teacher Locke brought me to a bluestone house and told me to dump everything on the ground. I felt that this place was a quiet room for sword practice. Then, I saw young master huddled in a corner, crying. I couldn't talk to him and asked what had happened. So, I asked Instructor Locke what young master was doing here.
Instructor Locke had a sinister smile on his face. He said that this was where young master would live in the future. God, this place didn't have a bed or a stove. How could young master sleep?
Instructor Locke didn't care. He said that there was a straw mat and a blanket on the ground. He didn't need a stove. If young master felt cold, he could exercise at night. He wouldn't feel cold if he sweated a little. As for staying here, the stone house was soundproof. No matter how loud young master made a fuss, it wouldn't disturb the other students' sleep.
I asked him what he was going to eat that night. He pointed at the vegetables I had bought on the ground. "Young master will eat these for the next three days." I was shocked. Was he raising young master like a rabbit? I told him tactfully that young master didn't like vegetables, especially those that hadn't been cooked. He smiled happily and patted my shoulder. "It's okay. When a person is hungry, they would even eat a dead person, let alone vegetables."
Instructor Locke was disgusting. He was cold-blooded and had a heart of stone. He was a demon. Young master was in his hands. Sob sob. Young master was so pitiful. I had to write down all of this and report it to Master. I couldn't let him off easily.
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 20th of February. Sunny. Last night, the young master cried and howled for most of the night, but no one cared about him. I wanted to go over, but the assistant teacher on night duty stopped me and warned me not to go near the stone house without permission. I could only listen to the young master's cries from afar. I couldn't do anything about it.
Young Master cried for most of the night. Then, she heard Young Master eating the vegetables loudly. Just like that, the young master would cry for a while after eating some vegetables, and then eat some vegetables after crying for a while. He tossed and turned until dawn before falling asleep.
In the afternoon, Locke came over with a few people to clean up the house. He helped the young master take a shower and put on a set of rough linen clothes. He then asked the young master to place his hand in front of him, saying that he was checking his pulse. The young master kept crying and cursing, but Instructor Locke and the others ignored him. They even said that they wanted to make a whip that would hurt but not hurt the bones. Oh my god! Did they treat the young master as a slave?
After that, Instructor Locke called me over and gave me a blueprint. He asked me to build a large bathroom for them in the school. He said that it was for the young master to lose weight. I suspected that they were abusing their authority because I had never seen a bathroom with such a small room made entirely of wood. They even said that it was a steam bathroom. Who were they trying to fool?
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 21st of February. Sunny. The young master ate vegetables again last night, but he didn't cry and make a fuss like the night before.
Instructor Locke came again in the afternoon. Just like yesterday, he helped the young master take a shower, checked his pulse, and cleaned up the house. He also asked me to buy a cart of vegetables. I secretly bought a few tomatoes and put them inside. I believed that the young master would be very happy.
The bathroom blueprint that Instructor Locke gave me yesterday was estimated. It would cost more than a hundred gold coins to build. After reporting it to the master, the family sent people to the school to do the construction.
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 22nd of February. Sunny. The young master ate carrots last night. It seems that he bought a little too many carrots this time.
Instructor Locke checked the young master's pulse and asked someone to help him take a shower. He gave me a list to buy medicinal ingredients for the young master to drink.
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 23rd of February. Cloudy. The young master ate celery last night. There were no more carrots.
Instructor Locke asked a few people to hold the young master down and force him to drink a test tube of medicine. It should be very bitter. The young master cried again.
Then the young master started to have diarrhea.
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Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 31st of February. Sunny. The young master had a good sleep last night. He didn't snore or talk. He slept until dawn.
The young master had been drinking the diarrhea medicine for the past few days. However, the number of times he had diarrhea today seemed to have decreased. He was also in better spirits. He wasn't as pale and shaky as he was two days ago.
In the afternoon, Instructor Locke weighed the young master. The young master had lost seventeen kilograms. It had only been a few days. It seemed that the young master could lose weight. That made people happy. However, Instructor Locke said that he had to lose at least seventy kilograms to be considered normal. Was that possible? It was hard to imagine that the young master would be like me, weighing only seventy kilograms.
Instructor Locke gave me a list of medicinal ingredients. He said that the young master didn't need to drink the diarrhea medicine anymore. It was because the grease in the young master's stomach had been excreted. Instructor Locke said that physical training would start tomorrow. He had to make the medicine for the young master again.
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Year 167, 32nd of February. Sunny. The young master had a good sleep last night.
Instructor Locke came early in the morning. He told the young master to run three laps in the field, but the young master refused. Instructor Locke took out two pieces of bread the size of a fist. He said that if the young master was willing to run, he would give them to the young master. The young master had been eating vegetables for more than ten days. His eyes turned red when he saw the bread. He pounced forward to snatch it but was knocked down by Instructor Locke. Instructor Locke said that if the young master didn't run, he would throw the bread into the toilet. The young master continued to eat vegetables.
For these two black bread made from coarse wheat flour, the young master ran three laps in the field. The young master couldn't run the last lap. He almost rolled and crawled to complete the task. Instructor Locke asked someone to carry the young master and walk half a lap on the field. The young master finally regained his breath. Looking at the scene of the young master desperately stuffing bread into his mouth, I felt so sad and wanted to cry.
The young master's diet changed from today onwards. In the morning, it was a bowl of porridge and two pieces of bread. In the afternoon and evening, it was still vegetables. Now, the young master had to do physical training every day. In the morning, he ran three laps. In the afternoon, he had to do other training. In the evening, he had to run another three laps. After every training session, he had to drink a big bowl of salt water. He said that it was to replenish the body's salt. At night, he had to drink a test tube of medicine before going to bed.
In the afternoon, the young master refused to train because Instructor Locke made him learn bunny hops and push-ups. Instructor Locke really took out a whip and lashed at him. The young master screamed in pain as a bloody mark appeared on his body. The young master had never been hit in his life! I wanted to stop him, but the assistant instructor next to me warned me. He said that if I went up, they could send the young master home according to the contract signed by the master. I didn't dare to bear this responsibility. I could only hold back my tears as I watched the young master finish his training under the whip.
Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Calendar, Year 167, 33rd of the 2nd month, sunny. The young master groaned because he was beaten last night. Although Instructor Locke had someone apply medicine on the young master after the training, the young master still couldn't sleep well. In the morning, he was even pulled up to continue physical training.
The good news today was that the academy's bathroom had been built with the hard work of the family's craftsmen. At night, after the young master drank the medicine, Instructor Locke brought him to the bathroom for a steam bath. I was also allowed to go in and serve the young master.
It turned out that the steam bath was in the small wooden house. Large pebbles were placed on the stove and heated until they were red. Then, water was poured on the pebbles. Soon, the wooden house was filled with steam. It was so hot that it was hard to breathe. Everyone stripped naked. Instructor Locke's body was really fit, while the young master was fat. I kept moving the heated pebbles in and poured water on them. I was sweating profusely. The young master laid on the wooden platform without moving. His body was covered in greasy sweat. About twenty minutes later, the young master fainted. Instructor Locke said that he was fine. It was mainly because the temperature was too high and he couldn't breathe. He said that the young master would wake up slowly after being carried to a place with ventilation. After washing off the water, he could go to sleep.
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Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Calendar, Year 167, 1st of the 3rd month, sunny. The young master slept very well last night. These few days, he had been doing physical training. Every time, there would be an instructor's assistant with a whip. If the young master slacked off, they would ruthlessly whip him. At night, the young master had to go for a steam bath. I felt that the young master seemed to be more energetic. He didn't pant heavily when he walked or ran. His strength seemed to have increased. Tonight, when I was serving the young master in the steam bath, the young master suddenly grabbed my hand. It hurt. The young master said that he wanted to eat meat so much that he was going crazy. He told me to think of a way to get some barbecued meat for him to try.
But I didn't dare because when the young master told me, he didn't know that the instructor who accompanied him in the steam bath was standing behind him. The instructor glared at me. That was a warning.
Instructor Locke didn't come today. I heard that he was going to have a duel in the academy tomorrow. The day after that would be the day of the challengers. I really can't think of anyone who would be so arrogant as to go against the Silver instructors of 27 academies by himself. He even claims to be invincible. I heard from the instructors that there are more than 1600 Silver-rank challengers. I don't believe that so many challengers and the Silver-rank instructors can't defeat Instructor Locke. He's just a Black Iron Swordsman. There's a tavern called Beauty and Sword in the academy district. I heard that if you bet on Instructor Locke's loss, you'll have to pay one silver coin for one gold coin. Tonight, I'll bet one gold coin. If I win, I'll get 100 gold coins. I hope that Instructor Locke will lose tomorrow.
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2nd of the 3rd month. The weather was clear.
Laurist strolled leisurely in the academy. He didn't seem to care about the upcoming duel.
Last night, Laurist received the schedule of the duel from the academy. However, it was only between academies. The day of the challengers was scheduled to start on the 3rd of the 3rd month, which was tomorrow. However, there was no name list of opponents. This was because Fatty Shi had forgotten, or perhaps it was on purpose. He thought that it didn't matter to Laurist whether there was a name list of challengers or not. He was very busy, so who would have the leisure to make a list of losers? On the contrary, the name list he gave Aire was very detailed. He was full of praise for the challengers, as if each of these challengers could easily defeat Laurist.
"I can't help it. If I don't do this, I won't be able to attract those who want to bet. This is related to money, so I have to be detailed. "Fatty Shi spread his hands and said innocently.
Laurist couldn't be bothered to argue with him. However, today's duel was held by the Violet Academy, ranked 21st. There didn't seem to be any famous Silver-rank instructors. Laurist himself felt a little dispirited.
Fatty Shi was commanding the academy's law enforcement team to set up a perimeter. He even pulled over half of the elite members of the swordsmanship club. He said to Laurist, who was looking around in boredom, "Don't be in a hurry to leave. I'll let you watch a good show later."
Very soon, the show that Fatty Shi spoke of began. A crowd of people arrived at the academy's gate. At the very front were a group of Silver-rank instructors wearing Violet Academy badges. They were all arrogant and insufferably arrogant. Most of the people following behind were people from other academies who had come to watch the show.
Dean Levins stood in front of the academy's newly expanded indoor training hall with his walking stick, welcoming the deans from the other academies. After a lively exchange of pleasantries and fake smiles, Dean Levins very politely welcomed the people from Violet Academy and the group of deans into the training hall. However, the instructors and students behind the deans who had come to watch the duel were all blocked outside.
"Old cripple, what is the meaning of this?" Dean Winston of San Marso Academy had an unfriendly expression on his face.
Dean Levins had suffered a serious illness when he was young. It was similar to polio, and his legs had always been inconvenient.
Dean Levins smiled slightly and said calmly, "Old bastard, the people from Violet Academy are here for a duel. You, the deans, can be said to be very distinguished guests of our academy. That's why I personally welcome you. I didn't invite the people behind you. If they want to enter, they can enter through that door. "
Dean Winston looked in the direction that Dean Levins was pointing at. He saw three large words written on the door at the side — Ticket Required. There was also a small window at the side that said Ticket Office.
"The ticket isn't expensive. It's only a small silver coin per person," Dean Levins said.
"Old cripple, you're really greedy for money. You won't even let go of such a small amount of money. Can't you learn to be more generous? I'll pay for the tickets for everyone who came today. Go and count how many people there are. " Dean Winston said generously. He took out an exquisite bag of money and threw it to a Silver-rank instructor from San Marso Academy.
"Dean Weston is mighty …" "Thank you, Dean Weston …" The crowd outside let out a series of shouts.
Dean Levins acted as if he didn't see Dean Winston's smugness. He calmly gestured with his hand, "Everyone, please come this way."
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The indoor dojo had undergone a major transformation after the expansion. In the center of the dojo was a seven-meter-long, five-meter-wide square-shaped arena, surrounded by eight layers of spectator stands. It was estimated that the arena could hold over 2,000 spectators.
Laurist stood lazily in the arena, bored as he watched a few beauties in Dawn Academy's uniform weave through the crowd. He called out in a clear and melodious voice, "Time to buy a lottery ticket! Does anyone want to buy a lottery ticket? If you bet on Instructor Locke, you'll have to pay a small silver coin. If you bet on Violet Academy, you'll have to pay a large silver coin. "
Dean Winston and the dean of the Violet Academy flew into a rage. "Old Cripple, what is the meaning of this?"
Dean Levins said casually, "It's just a few female students working part-time. What's there to be surprised about? Maybe they're supporters of Instructor Locke and have more confidence in him, so they set the odds. If the two of you aren't happy, you can go buy a few. If you win, you can teach them a lesson. "
It would be strange if you weren't the one behind this, you old cripple! The two deans glared at Dean Levins. Dean Winston said, "I still have ten gold coins in my wallet. I'll bet all of them on Violet Academy. I'll compensate you to death, you old cripple!"
The dean of the Violet Academy was mobilizing his instructors. "Everyone, take out your money and bet on your academy to win. That kid in the arena doesn't have two heads and three arms. He's just a Steel. I don't believe that twenty of our academy's Silver-class instructors can't handle him. He'll be exhausted if we take turns to fight him."
The female students in the stands were overwhelmed, but they all bought tickets that Violet Academy would win. Only a few instructors from Dawn Academy who came to watch the match bought tickets that Locke would win.
The principal of the Violet Academy held a stack of lottery tickets in his hand as he sat beside Principal Winston and whispered, "Although Instructor Wabash is only a 2-Star Silver, his swordsmanship is extremely sharp. We sent him out first to test the true strength of this kid called Locke. If his swordsmanship is really good, then our academy's strategy is to drag it out with him and wear him out with attrition. Look, Instructor Wabash is going up. He has a lot of battle experience. He has participated in 18 duels and won 17 … Ugh …"
Instructor Wabash, whom the dean had high hopes for, collapsed at Laurist's feet, his limbs twitching. That was way too fast. This was too fast. He didn't even see how he fell, and Lollister hadn't even drawn his sword. The dean was like a duck whose neck had been slit. He stopped chattering and pointed at the ring in shock, speechless.
Fatty Shi quickly walked up to the ring. After a quick check, he announced, "His chin was hit hard. He's unconscious. Next."
In less than half an hour, all twenty Silver instructors from the Violet Academy were carried off the ring. Laurist even yawned in the ring.
The female students who sold the lottery tickets hugged each other and cheered. The enforcers in the training hall raised their swords and shouted, "Instructor Locke … Invincible Silver!"
Dean Winston's face was gloomy. He didn't say a word. He tore the lottery ticket in his hand, stood up, and left without even saying goodbye to Dean Levins. The spectators from the other academies who had come to watch the battle also left one by one in dejection.
The dean of the Violet Academy was dumbstruck. His face was ashen, and he didn't even notice the lottery ticket in his hand falling to the ground. How was this possible? Twenty Silver instructors from his academy had lost so easily. They were all knocked to the ground in a single exchange. Even the strongest one could only take three moves from Locke …
Laurist grabbed Fatty Shi. "How many challengers did you notify for tomorrow's duel?"
Fatty Shi said, "Twenty, the same number as today."
Laurist smacked his lips. "That's too few. Next time, increase it to fifty. The sooner we get rid of them, the sooner we can get this over with."
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Butler Bill's diary: Alliance Calendar, Year 167, 2nd March. Sunny. I lost a gold coin today. I didn't expect the Violet Academy to be so useless. Twenty Silver instructors couldn't even defeat Instructor Locke. However, it would be different tomorrow. They would all be famous Silver Mercenary experts, and they were not people that the teachers in the academy could compare to. Fortunately, the odds on the plate didn't change. It seemed like I could still win the gold coin back.
Young Master was fine today. His training and bathing were normal.
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