Chapter 37

The next morning after the luxurious gathering of nobles in Harriman castle, modrian politely declined Baron Benny's invitation and hurried out of edalas with Gregory and Knox expeditionary cavalry.

Perhaps the influence caused by the banquet still exists. This time, there was no accident. Modrian returned to tunwobao smoothly.

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The cold wind is getting colder and colder in the cold winter season. The training ground at the southwest corner of tunwobao is basically cleaned once a day, with the accumulation of wind and snow and frozen cold solidification equipment.

Wheezing! Wheezing! Wheezing!

At this time, in the cold low temperature, there were bursts of wheezing in the training ground. Looking through the diffuse white fog, two figures were crossing madly, and heavy footsteps shook the bluestone ground.

The sweat fell down his white face. Modrian seemed to feel nothing. He clenched the blue sword with both hands. The muscles of his shirtless arm were dense and thin. With his waving action, it was like an extremely complex machine, smooth and regular movement, full of terrible explosive force.

Standing opposite him is dreus. Compared with the sweat of modrian, dreus looks very relaxed. Holding a fine steel shield in his right hand, he sometimes dodges and sometimes raises the shield to meet modrian's heavy cut. He is completely a companion.

Every time the blue sword hits the refined steel shield, it will sound a harsh roar, disperse the fog around, and expose the staggered figures of both sides. When you look at it carefully, the fog is the hot sweat just seeping from the body to the surface of the skin during fierce movement, which naturally appears after encountering the external low-temperature environment.

to be sonorous!

After the last reluctantly heavy cut, modrian stopped and clubbed on the ground with a big blue sword. The sound of heavy breathing continued, and fatigue had already attacked his mind.

Although his own strength cannot be improved due to talent, his skills and experience can be proficient and accumulated, especially with the personal teaching of dreus, such an opportunity can be grasped.

The banquet at Harriman castle made him see a lot of things, not only the hypocritical faces of the nobles, but also the strength of those nobles. Hidden in a corner, he observed that many gentlemen and nobles had Knight strength, and even some of them had the same breath as dreus.

The diffuse white fog gradually dispersed, and modrian also recovered a little physical strength and slightly moved his lower limbs, especially his shirtless upper body. Layers of white objects covered his body, which was the salt left after the evaporation of sweat.

Standing on the side, crane timely handed over the kettle and towel. Modrian took the kettle, drank a mouthful of salt water, and casually picked up the towel to wipe his body.

"What was the result of the equipment test at the rivardine blacksmith's?" asked modrian.

"The quality is good, which can be comparable to the standard equipment of the Knights of the Knox Empire, but there is still some gap compared with the equipment of the expeditionary cavalry and officers." crane's tone is a little arrogant, which is the pride of the people of Knox.

"Really? That's OK. After all, it's the high-quality equipment made by the dwarves of rivodin." modrian nodded and smiled. It has to be said that the equipment made by the Knox empire is really excellent, and people are amazed at the exquisite technology in some details.

The Knights of the Knox Empire summoned by the hero alliance system are equipped with sophisticated equipment, but they are basically used by cavalry. If they are used for city hold and long-range defense, they are somewhat insufficient. Therefore, when he went to edalas, he purchased a large number of bows, arrows and shields for future use.

Modrian walked to the main castle while talking about cumbersome things with crane and dreus. His tired body needs to be cleaned after exercise.

In the bathroom on the third floor of the main castle, the cold water washed modrian's white face face face-to-face. The bone chilling chill stimulated his nerves, making him in a state of quiet thinking.

From the end of the noble party in Harriman castle, modrian had a hunch that the Jeffrey family would never give up. For the noble group, it would not consider the feelings of some people, but would only care whether its own interests had been violated.

His actions and remarks are unacceptable and unforgivable to the Jeffrey family. Modrian doesn't regret it. It's important for people to live a lifetime and respect their hearts. He doesn't care about the dignity and glory of the Peres family, but if someone rides on his face, why endure? The big deal is to do TM. Who is afraid of who?

In fact, from the beginning of the matter, modrian is just a waste that can be disposed of easily for the Jeffrey family, but no one can expect that he can safely reach the town of ewendell, and cleanly solve the wolf stealing jackdaws controlled by the Jeffrey family, and even beat the glorious face of iron thorns at the noble banquet.

Fate is unpredictable, but it is so funny and interesting.

Modrian came out of the bathroom after washing, but found crane standing at the door of the room. He seemed to have waited for a while and said, "crane, what can I do for you?"

"Lord modrian, today is the last day of the winter season and the last day of the meteorite calendar in 1456. According to the customs of this world, do we want to celebrate a few days?" crane asked respectfully.

Does time pass so fast? Modrian looked in a trance when he heard the speech. If according to the previous earth, today is the new year's Eve and tomorrow's glorious Memorial Day is the Spring Festival, it has been more than two months since he came to caladimos.

"Will there be any celebrations in the Knox Empire to welcome the new year?" modrian put down the bath towel to wipe his wet hair, looked at crane and said, with a trace of exploration and curiosity in his tone.

"Different regions in the Empire will have different ways to celebrate, some cumbersome and some grand, but the army is very simple. It has wrestling and fighting, which are very popular with soldiers, as well as unlimited food and liquor." crane's face shows a color of remembrance, and the memories of the past come to mind one by one.

After a little silence, modrian smiled, patted crane on the shoulder and said slowly, "wait, contact Cooper and ask him to send more food and drinks before the evening. We'll celebrate at Fort dug tonight. As for the fight, we can also arrange it, but be careful not to get hurt."

"Thank you, Lord modrian," crane said humbly, bending down, driven by urgency to leave the room quickly.

In the cold winter, time always passes quickly. The footsteps of the sunset glow die in a hurry, and the shining stars have dotted the coming night.

The sleeping tunwobao woke up completely. The bright magic lights shone on the training ground. Piles of burning bonfires dispelled the cold. Food and spirits were scattered everywhere. While drinking spirits, the people of Knox sang ancient songs together. The noisy atmosphere ignited everyone, and laughter and laughter rang through the night sky.

At the same time, in the dining room on the second floor of the main castle of tunwobao, modrian and dreus sat together. A copper pot in front of them was steaming on the stove. The thick soup in it was rolling, and sometimes cooked ingredients could be seen.

Modrian greeted them to enjoy the hot pot very skillfully, and tasted the delicious food in the rolling hot soup with a smile.

Compared with the first to follow dreus, Gregory and crane were at a loss. They moved slowly, smiled stiffly, and watched the food be destroyed quickly.

Seeing their appearance, modrian smiled happily, very much like, very much like himself who ate hot pot for the first time, but it's a pity that he can't go back again.