"Really? The Demon Hunter and Mrs. Kiesler are fighting in a hotel in the town? "In the open space beside the Shinon River, Laing was gesticulating with his brother, Angelo.
In fact, it was just a one-sided beating for Leon. The Holy Grail Knight's face was swollen, and his body was covered in bruises. His war hammer had even fallen not far away. On the opposite side, Angelo looked happy. His body was covered in sweat, and he was holding a large war axe in one hand and a sledgehammer in the other.
If it were an ordinary Holy Grail Knight, he would have been badly injured if he had not died. However, Laing was different. He had the geno prototype. After resting for five minutes, the injuries and swelling on Laing's body had all disappeared. "Brother, I am ready!"
"Good! Again! "
The griffin hammer that had fallen to the side flew back to the Holy Grail Knight's hand under the power of Laing's psionic power. Laing raised the hammer and fought with his brother again.
“bang！” The hammer and the axe collided. The unstoppable power from the arms made Laing fall back. The Holy Grail Knight felt that he had lost his center of gravity. Angelo did not give him a chance to adjust. The World Eater geno prototype kept attacking. Laing had to keep falling back.
"You can't win if you keep falling back, my brother!" Angelo punched the ground hard. The ground collapsed, creating a hole.
"I am not one of those idiots who don't know how to retreat. Brother, I put away my fist so I can attack better." Laing immediately caught Angelo's flaw. At least, it was a flaw for him. Laing suddenly threw a heavy punch toward his brother's chest. His fist drew a strong wind.
"That's right!" Angelo immediately changed his movements. He immediately got up and took half a step back. He then threw out his right fist and punched Laing's fist. "Brother, you are on the verge of a breakthrough. What you need now is the stimulation of punches."
“bang！” The two geno prototypes' fists almost broke the sound barrier. They had a lot of power that twisted space. It shook the river and the ground.
Without a doubt, the loser was still Laing. Under the terrifying strength of his brother's wrist, Laing screamed and flew out again. He rolled on the ground several times, his strong body covered in dust, his handsome face covered in mud.
At this moment, Laing no longer cared about his demeanor or the dignity of a knight. He rolled over and stood up. A light blue vortex of spiritual energy was revolving around his body. Laing's war hammer fell to the ground, but he didn't intend to pick it up.
His hands were burning with blue fire, and his eyes were glowing with blue light. Gray Knight's gene prototype gathered his psionic power and put his hands forward. "Psionic Storm!"
A white lightning bolt that was as thick as a child's arm broke the space and hit Angelo. The psionic power that Laing released was enough to make even the strongest Orc Beast King retreat.
But his enemy was Angelo. His brother forced himself to withstand the psionic storm. He strode toward Laing and said, "You lost! Brother! "
Angelo, who was surrounded and burned by the psionic storm, raised his right arm. His scary power gathered in it. His fist, which was bigger than a sandbag, broke the sound barrier like a cannonball and went toward Laing.
Laing had to immediately pull his hands back. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and prepared to block Angelo's attack.
For a moment, he felt like he was being hit by a herd of bulls on the grassland. Then, he was sent flying.
"Huh!" Angelo snorted coldly. The storm of spiritual energy that had troubled and burned him was shattered by him with the strength of his body.
In the air that was filled with the smell of burning, Angelo did not continue to chase. He stood where he was.
There were a lot of scratches and rolling marks on the ground. This was obviously Laing's "masterpiece." His brother was sent flying dozens of meters away. He rolled many times on the ground and hit a stone, raising a lot of smoke and dust.
It seemed that Laing was dead.
Angelo did not look worried at all. On the contrary, he finally nodded with satisfaction. "Very good."
"Boom!" A silver-white beam of light rose to the sky from where Laing fell. The blue flame dispelled a lot of smoke and dust. Laing, who was disheveled and covered in dust, appeared in front of Angelo. There was a light blue flame burning in his eyes. That was the perfect combination of psionic power, spirit, and physical strength.
Laing had advanced. From today onwards, he was the Holy Grail Knight Captain of the high legendary level.
Before the war of the knights, Laing had a faint sign of advancement. Angelo's power helped him complete the advancement.
His stamina had become even more unfathomable. His psionic power was already flowing through his body like waves. His wrist strength had increased by nearly half. His powerful aura spread out in all directions. Light blue flames surrounded Leon and spun around him.
"Very good. You've finally advanced." Angelo nodded and smiled. "You're much stronger than Roga now, my brother."
"… Uh." Laing wiped the mixture of sweat and mud on his face, then spat out some weeds. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Let's call it a day, brother. I've just advanced. I need to stabilize it for a while."
"Okay, you wash up first."
…
An hour later, Laing and Angelo, who had cleaned up, returned to Jean Town. Angelo said, "You haven't finished the previous topic. Brother, you said that the demon hunter fought with Mrs. Kiesler?"
"Yes, two Mrs. Kiesler died. The demon hunter was not hurt." Laing followed Angelo to the town's bar. "Hex took the guards to settle the matter. The Mrs. Kiesler did not want to let it go. They said that they would appeal to Duke Winford."
"Ha, what's the use of that? The duke will undoubtedly side with you. Where did the Mrs. Kiesler get the confidence that they can win against a Holy Grail Knight in this country?" After living here for a few months, Angelo had some understanding of the current situation and characteristics of the continent. He laughed. "It's just like the governor of a planet going to Tara to sue the imperial guards."
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
The two laughed and then walked into the bar. Laing ordered a glass of brandy, while Angelo preferred honey wine. The bar owner was very excited to see Laing. He not only poured a full glass, but also offered to sell the second glass at half price.
Laing and Angelo ordered stewed pork soup, roast chicken, and roast goose. Angelo had a big appetite, and so did Laing. The two of them ate dozens of silver coins in one meal.
At the dinner table, Laing and his brother continued to chat. "I've set up the workshops along the Shinon River, but the problem is that we lack blacksmiths. Brittany itself lacks blacksmiths, and there are even fewer people who are willing to work as blacksmiths in baronies like us."
Laing had the enchanted weapon manufacturing technology from the ancient saints analyzed by the Emperor. In addition, he also knew about hydraulic stamping and forging technology. Normally, it would not be a problem for him to set up a few workshops. But as a lord, he could not be a blacksmith himself, could he?
"I know, brother, but I don't think you should limit your vision to only humans." Angelo held a chicken wing in his hand and tore the meat off it. "I don't mean anything else. Brother, maybe you can try the dwarves and elves. I think their forging skills are pretty good. At least, they're better than humans."
"Huh? Brother, do you know that elves and dwarves are good at forging? "Laing was curious. How did Angelo know?
"I'm not really a farmer, my brother. When you went to war, I went to Bordero and went fishing on a boat. I caught a big fish that was half as tall as me. If you have the chance, you can come to my house and have a look." Angelo smiled and gestured the size of the fish with his hand. "I used a trident and speared the big fish out of the sea. The local Church of the God of the Sea rewarded me with a bag of dried tuna. They said I was a warrior."
"Hahaha! Well, brother, your life is rich and colorful." Laing laughed.
As a younger brother, he was happy that Angelo was so happy.
"I stayed in Bordero for a few days. There are a few dwarven craftsmen there, especially a dwarf rune craftsman named Deron Fiennes. He lives in this place." Angelo took out a roll of parchment with the address of the dwarf craftsman written on it. "This is for you. Maybe you can use it."
"Thank you." Laing took the parchment and began to think.
Unlike the Empire, the relationship between the dwarves and Brittany was average. The knights had little contact with the dwarves, and due to diplomatic relations with the wood elves and the influence of the original identity of the Lake Nymph, Brittany naturally would not form a sacred alliance like the Empire and the dwarves. However, the Knight King Kingdom and the dwarves were not enemies.
He could really go and have a look. The dwarves valued money more, and they were particularly fond of technology. He had a lot of new enchantment technology in his hands. Maybe the rune blacksmith would be interested?
"Speaking of which, I still have to attend the Duke of Bordero's party …" Laing covered his head with his hand. He had a slight headache, and took the opportunity to complain to his brother. "Usually, I have to bring a female companion to attend this kind of party, and a female companion of suitable status. But where am I going to find a female companion? I can't bring an elf to the party, can I? "
"My brother, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?" Angelo looked at him with disdain. "You clearly have the most suitable candidate. The little girl comes to you for no reason. Why don't you ask her?"
"Okay, I understand." Laing nodded. He knew who Angelo was talking about.
Just as Laing was working hard to consolidate his strength and develop his territory.
In the sea outside Fort Marlin, on a medium-sized passenger ship.
In the luxuriously decorated cabin, Veronica was in a room with her little apprentice, Katherine. The witch's face was full of joy.
After arriving at Fort Marlin, Veronica was immediately received by the Duke of Marlin, Schultz. The witch really enjoyed the treatment of a VIP, which made her feel very satisfied. Of course, she knew why she was valued so much.
Although she did not understand why Laing and Schultz formed such a deep friendship in such a short time, it did not matter. What mattered was that she had a great partner, who was also her man.
After knowing that Veronica planned to go to Laing's side, Schultz immediately arranged a fast ship to send Veronica and her apprentice away. This greatly reduced the twenty-five-day journey that the witch had planned. Taking the fast ship, Veronica could reach Laing's side in ten days at most.
It could not help but make the witch feel very happy.
At night, the waves outside the ship were crashing. The inside of the passenger ship was lit with a yellow magic lamp. Katherine was sitting on the side, mending her clothes with a needle and thread. This was a compulsory course for all witch apprentices. In the Garland Council, not only did the apprentices have to learn magic, but they also had to learn a lot of housework and needlework. Some teachers even had their apprentices make clothes for themselves. Most of the apprentices were not rich, so they had to know how to mend their own clothes.
Today, the witch was wearing an agate red wolf fur windbreaker, a black knitted sweater, and a tight-fitting skirt. The skirt was very short, and a pair of slender black silk legs were completely exposed to the air. The witch lay on her back on the bed. "Catherine?"
"What's wrong, Senator?" Her apprentice put down her work and raised her head.
"Come here, Katherine." Veronica waved her hand, indicating for her apprentice to come to her side.
Katherine was wearing a plain dress and a red witch robe. The weather was gradually approaching winter, and the little maid was afraid of the cold, so she put on thick cotton socks that went over her knees. Hearing her teacher call her, the apprentice quickly put down her work and came to her teacher. "What's wrong, Senator?"
"Don't work anymore. Put it away. Come and talk to me." Veronica seemed to be in a good mood. "Take off your boots and sit on the mattress."
"Yes, Senator." Katherine shyly took off her little boots and sat beside Veronica. Her face was red. "What's the matter?"
"You look exactly like me six or seven years ago." Veronica patted Katherine's little head, ruffling her blonde hair into a mess. "I was the same back then. Shy and timid. Look."
Veronica took out a small book from her space ring. There were several magically engraved photos on it.
In the photos, Katherine could see the past Veronica.
Back then, the witch was not as arrogant as she was now. Instead, she was full of confidence and maturity. She was still a little shy, and her face was a little childish, but it was obvious that she was a fine beauty.
The apprentice was very curious. After all, this was the first time her teacher had told her about her past. "Oh, was the senator like this before?"
"Everyone goes through it like this, Catherine." Veronica nodded and continued to flip through the pages.
After a few photos, the shy and childish witch of the past completely disappeared. She became cold and mature, and at the same time, there was a hint of gloominess between her eyebrows. Veronica pointed at the photos with her slender fingers. "This was before I met Laing."
Katherine nodded, not quite understanding.
After a few more photos, the Veronica in the photos was very similar to how she was now. She was mature and beautiful, and the gloominess between her eyebrows had disappeared. Veronica's white fingers brushed across the photos. Before she could say anything, Katherine suddenly took the initiative to say, "These are the photos after you met Sir Laing? The senator seems to have become happier. "
"Hahahaha, Katherine, you guessed right. This is how I looked after I met Laing." Veronica laughed. She put away the notebook like it was a treasure, and then pressed it against her full chest, as if recalling the sweetest thing. "Everything has become different …"
The witch's movements were a little big. Her knitted sweater was pulled up a little, revealing her jade-like skin on her lower abdomen.
There was also a beautiful mark that looked like a tattoo.
Katherine's eyes were instantly attracted by the mark.
The silver pattern was engraved on Veronica's lower abdomen like a brand. In the middle of the pattern was a silver heart, and then on both sides of the heart were silk threads that spread out like wings. In the middle of the silver heart was the pattern of a sharp sword.
The pattern was full of a holy aura, and there was a strong purifying power flowing on it.
"Ah!" Veronica followed Katherine's gaze and immediately realized that the little apprentice had seen something she should not have seen. She quickly pulled up her clothes, and her face was red.
"Senator, this is …?"
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