Blood of Mercury

Claudia stretched and opened the door of the carriage, and was startled by the dark shadows that gathered at the door. The nearest shadow was even at her door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure standing upright in the cold, sticky black wind.

For a moment, she thought she was surrounded by enemies.

After she could see the faces of the people around her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Kluvien on the shoulder angrily: "Uncle Kluvien, what's wrong over there?"

However, Kluveen looked at the crowd with a blank face, and muttered, "Lord Khan is on top... It's impossible..."

Claudia didn't get the answer she wanted, but instead aroused her curiosity.

She walked around Kluveen, jumped to look at the crowd, and was startled.

In Del Ramos' breathing, as long as he was a little further away, he could only see a faint shadow. The figure surrounded by the crowd stood still, a cold light flashing continuously.

Is that... some kind of swordsmanship?

She fixedly looked over there.

Claudia is not like her brother, she has not learned any martial arts. As a priest of the God of War, after breaking through the official rank and entering the black iron rank, her teacher, Father Claude, will come to teach her the martial arts of the temple. If nothing else, her future path is to become an apologist, which is a fate that has long been determined and cannot be changed.

She has never learned martial arts since she was a child, but this does not prevent her from appreciating swordsmanship from the purest "good-looking" perspective.

That's really pretty.

The figure's movement was very slight, a sword could take one step at most, or it would simply stay put.

But with him as the center, the silver-white crescent moon kept flashing around him. There are no dead ends, and the front, back, left, and right are all covered by silver knife light.

It was obviously a vertical sword, but when it was swung, it gave the illusion that the sword was bent. The sword light twisted into a crescent moon, illuminating everything around him in the process of swinging a lot.

It was a very quiet and sharp swordsmanship - no constant throbbing, no bullfighting movements she saw in Banza with the sword held high.

If I had to describe it, it was as elegant as dancing.

Yes, it is dance.

There was no rotation, no big jump, not even bending over, just simply stretching the body, but it still gave Claudia the same feeling of dancing.

That is the masculine beauty unique to men, and it is rendered sacred by the quiet temperament.

Gradually, the blade light moved. As if forced by the momentum, the servants who were watching from the direction he moved retreated in large numbers.

The knife light gradually became denser, like a moving whirlwind, catching the enemy in the widest range, pulling it into the metal storm, and then tearing it apart layer by layer.

From the very stable once-per-second knife light to the current one or two flashes per second, the number has obviously increased, but it gives the illusion that it is no different from the previous one.

Occasionally, the knife light would suddenly stop for more than a second, and then suddenly flashed a brighter light.

"Lord Khan is on top! That's the sword power!"

Behind her, Kluveen jumped and shouted suddenly, with a very excited expression, and those small round eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Uncle Kluveen, who is that over there? Captain Macon?"

Claudia is full of curiosity about that mysterious and elegant swordsmanship. In her opinion, that must be a very strong swordsman.

"Markan? No, it's impossible. That kid is doing work with blood on his fingers. You can only see blood in the light of his sword. Besides, he hasn't gotten out of bed yet."

Kluveen shook his head like a rattle, and the fright in his voice had not completely dissipated: "That kid over there is Roland... I mean Roland White Mistletoe, that **** Druid..."

"You mean... Mr. Roland?"

Claudia was taken aback: "Isn't he what... Duide?"

"Yes! I know! So I don't understand anything!"

Kluveen shouted loudly: "I swear by the name of Lodakhan, when Roland first picked up the sword, he could no longer be an amateur, let alone the sword, even any other weapon. Definitely never got it!"

"But now he..."

Claudia pointed back blankly.

This level of swordsmanship is definitely enough for the martial Banza to be a swordsman tutor for nobles above the viscount. If such a swordsman still belongs to the level that does not know how to use weapons, she feels that it is impossible for her to enter the apprentice level after practicing swordsmanship all her life.

"So I don't understand... His swordsmanship at the beginning can't be amateur anymore. It's like he has never held a sword before, and he can't control the center of gravity of the sword at all."

"However, just standing there and slashing aimlessly for dozens of swords, his hand stabilized, and then his footsteps began to move slowly. But when attacking, his feet were still stagnant. I saw the At that time, I thought he was quite talented in swordsmanship... Then I continued to look down, I really wanted to feed my thoughts into the dog's stomach!"

"And then... it became like this?"

Instead, Claudia gradually calmed down, and then turned to Kluvien.

She doesn't know swordsmanship, so she doesn't know what's so difficult about it. But this didn't prevent her from feeling Roland's talent.

"Then, his steps and attacks were combined. Then the angle of the attack became tricky, and the movements gradually became smoother from stiff. That's where the group of guys started watching."

Having said that, Kluveen closed his mouth that he hadn't closed for a long time, licked his dry lips, and pouted towards the crowd.

"Then his movements began to be organized. It was no longer a simple good-looking slash, but a certain kind of swordsmanship... I suspect that it was the swordsmanship that Duid specially learned..."

"That's not any military swordsmanship of Caral. There is no such swordsmanship in any swordsmanship that uses a single-edged sword."

Macken's calm voice came from behind.

Claudia looked up and found that Claude and Macken were carefully getting down from the carriage.

Markon was wrapped like a bandaged corpse, and his whole body was tightly wrapped with a white cloth sprinkled with holy water, revealing only a pair of calm and weak eyes - that was to prevent the wound from being infected by the chaotic magic power in the air, and the inside of the body was mixed. Impurities that cannot be easily eradicated.

Seeing Kluvien and Claudia cast their exploratory glances together, Macken couldn't help but look back at Roland's swordsmanship, and then answered with absolute certainty: "This is definitely not Caral's military swordsmanship. I am very sure. "

"Maybe you don't have enough authority..."

Kluveen gave a somewhat lacking confidence. He was really scared by Roland.

"It has nothing to do with that," Macken dismissed Kluveen's opinion lightly. "You haven't learned much about swordsmanship, so you don't understand—that's not just swordsmanship, it's not swordsmanship at all."

"But—" Kluveen's voice suddenly became louder, "I'm sure you can't even fight him with swordsmanship. Are you sure he dances?"

"When did I say he was dancing?"

Macken didn't bother to pay any attention to Kluveen, and just stared blankly at Roland dancing the sword in the distance, with a burning light in his eyes.

"Then you just—"

"Okay, Kluveen," Father Claude came over and patted him on the shoulder, "that's really not swordsmanship."

"That is?"

Seeing Father Claude coming forward, Kluwyen also became quiet and looked at him suspiciously.

Kluveen at least knows that Father Claude is so old that he won't lie to himself about this kind of thing.

"Judging from the details, it's more like the Shadow Moon Saber Technique of the Dark Elves," Claude looked at Roland with a serious face, "It may also be mixed with the whip technique of Desire."

"I can only see that there is whipping in there."

Macken's voice trembled, although his body was weak, his eyes were full of excitement.

"I never thought that Caral's single-edged sword is so suitable for whipping! I know a whip master, and I must learn from her when I go back... This is a genius idea! If the front of the Caral's sword is heavy and thick , then instead of thankfully slashing or slicing, it is better to use swiping—yes! Then, in the process of swiping, cooperate with the pace and flexible tactics... This move is beautiful!"

Unable to help but applaud Roland's brilliant double slash mixed with swordsmanship and arc slash, Markan turned his gaze to Kluveen: "Little Roland... No, Roland Master, how long has he learned the sword-cutting swordsmanship?"

"...If I say it, you won't believe it."

The corner of Kluveen's mouth twitched, and then he stretched out a finger.

"One year? Impossible, right?"

Macken exclaimed.

"One hour." Kluveen said decisively, "In one hour, he completely showed me how a person from the beginning of the sword cutting skills to become a master - just like we have been studying for more than ten years. The epitome of swordsmanship is generally, every link is not pulled down, every second is more powerful than the last - I swear in the name of Lodakhan that I am absolutely not exaggerating."

He didn't even dare to say that Roland held the sword in the same way as someone who has never held a sword at the beginning~www.NovelMTL.com~ I can attest to it. "

At this moment, An Ruosi's nervous voice came.

A few people looked back and found that he was holding his monocle in one hand and a crystal in his arms in the other, and trotted all the way from the crowd.

He took a few breaths at first, then took out the crystal tremblingly.

"I woke up when he was holding the sword, and it didn't feel right, so I got up and followed all the way..." As he said, he swallowed and spit, "I found that he asked Kluvien to ask about swordsmanship, and I took it. He hid and recorded it with the recording crystal... I originally wanted to record it and keep laughing at him, but I didn't expect..."

Maken and the others had to be polite, opened the recording crystal, and saw a black shadow that could not be seen, slowly waving the sword.

After watching it at ten times the speed, they all fell silent.

Indeed, as Kluveen said, Roland really learned the sword-slashing technique in an hour.

Claude said slowly: "If he is pretending, his acting skills are terrible... and it's meaningless. With this change of swordsmanship from easy to difficult, little Roland can be the heir in any country. There is absolutely no need to teach swordsmanship in front of us... laugh at our talents."

"So, no matter how impossible it is, there is only one answer." Kluveen replied.

Markon shook his head weakly, and sighed inaudibly.

He once thought he was a genius in swordsmanship.