Dream Life

before 4pm on January 24th.

After telling the Blacksmith Guild to attend the banquet, he ran back to Ezarrington Castle. I will spare no time to breathe and gear up in time for my evening training.

Other than me, the members are already on their way to the exercise area, and they rush after them.

I'm doing a stretch of prep exercise in the exercise area, and I managed to make it, but my breath is rising.

After ten minutes of bareback, soldiers from the Fourth Legion came together. Behind it were Lord Etherlington and Uncle Rednap, and even Laurencia and Primrose.

"I thought we'd give you a tour, too. You don't mind, do you?," the Duke tells him, and his father bows his head, saying, "As you please.

A knight named Gillian Fowler, who spoke after morning training, called out.

"I'd like to ask you to join us, may I nominate you here?"

My father says, "I don't mind," but he looks a little confused. Because I didn't think you'd nominate me all of a sudden.

In these cases, both responsible persons often rinse together, considering levels, weapon characteristics, etc. This time the other side is watching our training and grasping our skills. I don't have a problem with that, but I guess I got confused about doing it differently than usual.

"Then let me nominate you. This is me, Gillian Fowler. Let me cut ahead. His opponent is Sir Rodrick. The brave name of the giant slayer Giant Slayer has also reached Ezarrington here. I'd love to."

Fowler nominated his brother.

When my father nods, I step forward after my brother says "thank you professor" and bows his head.

"Would the others be good," replies my father, "of course," because Uncle Rednap has called out. And Uncle Rednap nominated the knights and squire of the Fourth Legion one after the other.

"Individually, nominate those who want to fight," he says, running in front of the Lockhart family, having already made up his mind.

A knight came before me.

He was Roy Elgar, who was the escort for today's inspection.

"I'd like to make a move," he said, bowing his head, "Nice to meet you," he said. Similar sights were happening around.

Ultimately Marks, the archers, and Liddy and the women had no challengers. Exceptions for women are Beatrice and Mel, as well as Serra, who are challenged by the knight of Lord Ezarrington's escort, and Mel by the knight equipped with a squadron leader.

Selah has nominated a young mid teenage squire in reverse because her brother Theo was nominated but no one came to her. The squire sees Fowler, the captain, as hesitant to deal with an 11-year-old girl who only seems to weigh about half his weight, but he laughs, "Don't lose," he says, reluctantly dealing with him.

With the decision of the opponent it was decided to use a wide exercise area for simultaneous mock warfare. The referee will be put out by the Fourth Legion, but it will not affect victory or defeat, as it is a mock battle of the Lockhart stream.

"This is not about competing for victory or defeat! Drop your weapon if you think you can't fight! The injured will be treated by our healer if offered..."

As soon as my father finished telling me the precautions, the mock battle began.

I confront Knight Elgar and peek into the gap.

Elgar is an orthodox type of swordsman with a one-handed sword and a round shield, Round Shield, and full body armor.

Stick your sword forward and turn right in slow stride while protecting your left with your shield. A formerly mercenary on the strong side, but it doesn't feel like it's selfish and doesn't have a gap in it.

"I hear it's anything in your training. Lord Zacharias is famous as a magician. I don't care if you use magic."

That's what I've been saying, not provoking.

(Not as good an arm as Nikolas, but it feels comparable to my brother... and there's no gap. I don't think you'll let me use magic even if I shake it with magic. Try pushing in here using demon fighting techniques......)

I've been fighting less lately than any other official in the Lockhart family. For this reason, those who found out in their hands were going to pair up with each other, and they were really mannered.

(It's not a top-notch match, but I'd like to use this opportunity effectively...)

There have been a lot of stressful events since last night, and I was enjoying a bit of a mock fight that purely moves my body.

Hang up the demon fighting technique while you restrain it. This time he hangs it all over his body as well as his legs, increasing the speed of movement and slashing.

I just finished hanging up my demonic martial arts and go on offense all at once.

Constantly moves around and waves his sword to aim at his opponent's blind spot. Did Elgar also expect me to go on offense, masterfully using my sword and shield, and putting that slaughter to rest?

My stamina ran out when I slashed it about thirty times, and I decided to back off once. But where my offense stopped, on the contrary, Elgar came out to fight back. I ran out of stamina and had to intercept him with a dull body.

Breathe with your shoulders, avoiding an attack that accurately targets the steeple.

(I haven't run out of demon fighting skills, but the stamina... and yet I'm attacking so hard, there's no gap... I guess this is one offense...)

Elgar's movements are brilliantly linked by a long sword and a shield, which is easily bounced off with a shield even if he scratches and slashes the sword he protrudes. That's not all, he shoots his sword out at his side right after he plays it with a shield and his body flows.

(It's a tough opponent. I'm not defensive, but I'm good at protecting it. He's the type we're not... Now, how do we attack him? Keep it up, don't lose after losing strength...)

Only health is consumed while the thread of the attack cannot be grasped.

When he kicked out in agony, Elgar was surprised or slightly retreated. Take a distance into that gap and take off the critical situation.

(Would you like to use that...)

I decided to use a soothing means that I wouldn't normally use.

When he releases his demonic martial arts, he stops his earlier forceful offense and slowly retreats like a sliding leg.

Elgar comes forward a little bit to be vigilant but not distanced.

I fought the devil again and backed off once and for all under Baku's instructions. Elgar is delayed in responding to a move that doesn't even have my thump, about three meters away.

I switched my sword to my left hand in that gap and stuck my right hand out.

Elgar comes after me with the temper of "Ha!". I thought I'd use magic, and I've packed my distance to fly.

When I put my right hand back, I put my hand along the sword.

At that moment, Elgar's body unnaturally fluttered. I'm not gonna miss that gap, I'm going on offense all at once.

He put his shield over his head as he curled and tried to prevent the slaughter from my upper steps. But the wooden sword never struck the shield. Because my slaughter was aimed at my right foot stepped out with a feint.

He was waving his shield up. He lost sight of my attack for a moment. Still rolls onto the ground trying instinctively to avoid it, but my sword is quicker for a moment, and the sword hits his right tibia.

"Ugh!" he groaned, but he still didn't let go of his sword, and he shook it off at my leg he stepped out. Specializing in dodging, I avoid it without difficulty by jumping up, and land further behind him.

And where he puts his sword against his neck, Elgar lets go of his sword by saying he "came".

"Do you need healing magic," he asks once, "No, I have pain but I am able to prevent it with a shin. But I appreciate your concern," he returned.

I'll give him my right hand and make him stand up.

"Complete defeat. I didn't expect you to take your feet off the ground. Failure to confirm foot is a serious failure on the part of a swordsman."

That's what I regret saying.

"I don't have a choice. It wasn't the first time."

Elgar tilts his neck at my words.

"That was made by me of earthly attribute magic," he says, pointing to a stiffness about three centimeters deep.

"When..." Elgar was stunned.

The measure I used this time is to activate earthly attribute magic from the back of my foot and create a pit. I've managed to reward my grandfather and Nicholas opponents who have too many level differences, and it's an effective hand for those who aren't alert. It didn't work for my grandfather, Walt, or Nicholas at all.

My mock fight ended in about five minutes, but there were still matches around.

The most prominent of these was the battle of Mel.

The opponent is a knight of the same generation as his father, Bradley Skye, the first squadron leader of the First Regiment, who is also an orthodox style swordsman who uses long swords and shields.

He's about half as tall as Mel's head, and he's a slender, beautiful boy. But now he is distorting his face in the wake of Mel's onslaught and tells the story of his strength being antagonistic.

Asking Elgar, he must have more skill than swordsman level 57 and level 52 Mel, but he's burning his hands at the onslaught of his grandfather Govan concessions.

Still masterfully using swords and shields, there is no danger.

Mel went to the stakes when he thought it wasn't obvious.

He wielded a bastard-shaped wooden sword with a ripped temper and tried to blow every shield away.

When Skye takes it with his shield, a loud bang sounds. Skye was greeted by the shock and his torso was empty.

If she thought this was Mel's victory, she had a regrettable look on her face and bowed her head "I'm here".

Her sword was broken from the roots, and she admitted to losing.

"This is my loss," Skye tells Mel with a lucid look.

"No. I lost my sword. It's my loss..."

That's what Mel says and doesn't admit it.

"No, this time it was a training wooden sword. But if it were your Adamantite sword, I would have been slashed down with every shield."

He was right, if it was the sword of Adamantite, the masterpiece of Ulrich Drexler, it would never break like a wooden sword, even if every shield could not be slashed down. So hang the chase where you're at, and you're likely to have won.

Since both sides have admitted to losing, it was a decision to draw.

As a result of the simulation, it was an overwhelming victory on the part of the Lockhart family.

The Lockhart family had a score of fourteen victories, two defeats and a minute, with Father and Dan losing, and all the others Mel drew on.

Apparently my father fought a knight of defensive specialization and was fought back and lost where he went on offense as forcefully as Mel did. Dan fought the giant magician with his sword alone, reaching a good point, but was pushed off by an attack from the outrage, he said.

My brother Theo, but just like Serra, a mid teenage squire was his opponent. Both Theo and Sella had won without a minute.

My brothers level is Swordsman XVIII. Furthermore, swordsmanship skills are comparable to those of a seventeen or eight squire or knight apprentice for twenty-one and regular knights.

The Fourth Corps, on the other hand, also seemed to be a young man of arms compared to his age, but still had only about fifteen levels, coupled with a lack of practical experience.

As a result, he was beaten in just a few matches by two people who had experience in action and were trained by the Lockhart family fierce. So much so that Serra has a disgruntled look at how impudent she is, despite her choices.

The young squire he had dealt with could not believe that he had lost to a young child and was dismayed. I can't even comfort you, but I feel sorry for that nagging look.

(You'd be shocked, especially the guy who lost to Serra. A girl far younger than me beat me up... I hope I don't quit the army...)

A total of eight members of the squire and vigilante have all won, with a full grin.

I'm sure you're glad you beat the elite and the prestigious Regular Corps of the Empire, but this one's in trouble when you get chronic.

You think the same thing as me, and my father's and brother's expressions were hard.

And his brother turned to his father, and turned to his servants. I followed my brother because I was concerned too.

When my brother approached me, a young vigilante said, "We've all won!" He has reported with a full grin.

My brother praises "well done," without loosening his expression,

"But don't get me wrong! The main force of the Imperial Army is the cavalry. Just because we won the cavalry down from the horse doesn't mean we're better. Besides, the way the Imperial Army infantry fights is different from ours. Even if you win an individual battle, you don't always win a collective battle."

My brother is right, the main force in the Imperial Army is the cavalry. Ten thousand, half of the legions, are cavalry, and the overwhelming strength in the field derives from this.

Horses for cavalry, by the way, are not raised in the city of Ezarrington, but in a vast stable on the south side of the Furfree River. Of course, the city of Ezarrington has secured about five hundred of them that are needed immediately.

I heard my brother explain, and only Luke, the veteran, was convinced, but the young squire and vigilante are not looking convinced, although they are nodding.

I suggested a mock battle between my squire, vigilantes and the Imperial Army because it would be troubling to grow.

As a result, the squire was defeated by the Imperial Army, which consolidated itself with the same equipment and showed a breathtaking movement.

"As my brother said, the Imperial Army and the Lockhart family fight differently. You know what's different and why not?

Luke, my squire's summariser, answers my question.

"We value offense. But the Imperial Army people value defense. I don't know why it's different, but isn't it because they're different?"

"Exactly. Our opponents are demons. Demons can be large like orgasms and trolls, while some fast-moving demons, such as animal and insect systems. Attack is important to deal damage to large demons. It is to cope with fast-moving demons that we are increasing our combat power in individuals, not in groups. But not the Imperial Army. If they stand and fight on the ground, it is often to defend their strongholds or to buy time for the cavalry of their allies to arrive. I mean, it matters how unbeatable..."

The squire listens to my explanation with a strange face.

"Think carefully, especially those who are newly obedient. In the future, you must give instructions to the vigilante. [M] Keep your horizons wide open, like commanders of the Imperial Army, and follow up with your people and men. We beat the undead, but as long as we have Aquila, our enemies come out as much as they want. I want you to always think about how you can handle any enemy that comes out."

Luke and the others snorted loudly at my words.

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Lord Ezarrington, who was watching a mock battle between the Lockhart family and the Fourth Legion, had lost his word.

(I didn't expect the elite of our regiment to be toothless at all... especially the “Four Heavens King” who couldn't win a single battle...)

There were four brilliant swordsmen in the Fourth Corps.

The Duke's most trusted escort, Darrell Rutham. He is a small but swordsman level sixty and one fierce in the Fourth Legion. He was a civilian squire, but Lord Ezarrington has chosen him as his own escort. Rutham has fought Beatrice and is defeated, though sticky.

The second was Gillian Fowler, who fought Rodrick.

Rigid enough to wave a two-handed sword-sized sword with one hand at Swordsman Level 57. He is the platoon leader who leads the platoon under the direct command of the Legion Commander and, on the battlefield, leads the forces that serve as shields for the Duke. He played the battle between Rodrick and Befriendship, but Rodrick, who is good at sword speed, is winning.

The third was Bradley Skye, who fought Melissa.

He also has swordsman level fifty seven arms and commands the first squadron of the most elite of the first series. He is a brilliant knight who has led the cavalry squad's elite and has raised his medals many times in the battle against Lukes.

The fourth was Roy Elgar, who fought Zacharias.

Swordsman A knight of fifty five mercenary ascendants, with enough arms that Uncle Rednap headlines and makes him his own escort.

All four are the fattest swordsmen from their mid-thirties to their forties.

(I thought these four would win two... it's more of a problem that the elite of 1st Squadron was completely defeated by the vigilante youth. Those are the peasants we should protect... if you ask the only victorious opponent, they will be scolded. He also said he was better at bows than swords...... incredible......)

Suddenly, three Masaias, Rodrick and Zacharias told their squire not to be complacent and suggested a mass battle.

(That means Lockhart? I'm tightening it tight so that I don't be chronic about the victory. Nonetheless, Zacharias excels as a mentor. It gives a good indication of direction while motivating my people. Besides, I can't take care of my army in the middle...)

Uncle Rednap, a belly heart, speaks to Lord Ezarrington staring at the training ground.

"That was true of the story of the annihilation of Goblin 500 in less than twenty. Even that girl can defeat twenty or thirty if it's about goblins. And with Zacharias and the magicians, we're going to be able to take down 500 to 5,000."

"That's right," the Duke nods, laughing, "That's just five grand too much to say," he said.

Laurencia and the others were listening to those two conversations. And they spread the story to the maids.

Two days later, by the time the Lockhart family left, all servants knew the story and spread it to the merchants they came and went.

The merchants also used the Duke of Ezarrington family as a source of information, and in just ten days the story spread to the Imperial Capital. By the time it spread to the Imperial Capital, the story of five hundred goblins had been circulated by the Lockhart family, which hated to be a great deal, which in fact had wiped out more than five thousand large groups.

I didn't know this story because the Lockhart family faces moved from Ezarrington to Seawell.