Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

4.

" "·소소 Rumors can't be trusted.”

Linfred recited, looking at the second son of the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Iden, who is now running on the smoke screen gasping for breath, had lost an unrecognizable amount of weight in nearly two months.

Although he is not yet sharp in empty words, he seems to have changed from fat pig to muscle pig.

The dramatic change in a short period of time is all thanks to Linfred's push for Eden based on the kingdom's latest training theory.

"No. It's all the work of Confucius, second to none."

No matter how good an education is, it was meaningless without the will of the students themselves. In that sense, Iden was a conceptual student more than anyone else.

"A boy with such tenacity is notorious throughout the country, I wonder if there was a mistake.’

Of course, the basis under which Linfred was able to think of this was largely due to the fact that he had long been out of the country because of the mission the Grand Duke had undertaken. He thought it would be exaggerated because he had only heard rumors about Iden.

But it wasn't only Linfred who was reassessing Iden.

"Maybe, isn't it really that rascal trying to rehabilitate?"

Knights under the Stroke family, who have seen Eden trying hard at the aerodrome, also began to think like that at some point. Linfred was famous among apprenticeship knights for sticking to a strict education policy. Continuing to train in spite of such a teacher's teachings was a testament to the considerable perseverance of Eden.

Of course, the few who had good intentions were.

"Eiden Stroke changes your mind? I'd rather say that our kitchen knife was the Magum Plevelziam.”

"The rumor has it that the king cried out and withdrew what he was supposed to send to the Spiol Front. ”

"Really? Well, that explains why he's acting differently than usual. You're saving yourself for fear that your Highness will change his mind."

In fact, this reaction is natural.

Iden's bad reputation as a loser has not been enough to be resolved in just two months of effort.

But even the sarcastic ones felt faintly. It's hard to articulate in words, but the ID's stroke has changed essentially.

5.

As usual, he circled the smokestack to the brink of collapse. Then Linia is given a bucket of yin and yang tea.

[processed yin and yang difference (A)]

Temporarily increased horsepower control.

Promoting the rise of capacity, excluding divinity.

Increase the potential level if taken continuously.

??(Additional combination required for function expression)

The pig's body, which had no answer, must have been quickly normalized as it enjoys the luxury of drinking such high-end spirits like water.

For your information, it was one of the functions of the Tripfer system, 'emotion'. If you just stare at it carefully, you will be able to text information about valuable items.

As I was about to drink the yin and yang tea, Linfred approached me.

"You're starting to have basic stamina. From today on, I will teach Confucius the North Basic Sword."

"Is it only basic inspection now? When can I learn the family's vision of stroke and donation?”

"Such advanced swordsmanship can only be introduced once the basic swords have been fully mastered. You should always be careful because you will fall into a pericardium if you hurry up. Keep in mind that sincerity and persistence are paramount."

Linfred scolded me in a stern manner. He was a teacher who valued solid fundamentals above all else.

"Then I'll give you a demonstration first."

Soon he began to conduct a basic inspection in the middle of the smokestack. As the elite of the Stroke Knights, the movements and swords do not have a grain of dust.

"As expected of Lord Milner!”

"That's the skill of an elite knight..."

The apprentices, who were looking sideways in the direction we were in, were amazed.

I feel the same way as they do. When I saw the swordsmanship of Linfred, I felt as if I had opened my eyes. The basic test he showed was literally close to completion.

Soon enough, every trick or trick in it is absorbed into my head.

[Northern Basic Inspection (D) understanding has reached the 'Audience' stage. It makes it easier to understand the entire Northern martial arts.]

I laughed at the message.

Come to think of it, I was a talented person with A-level characteristics. As far as swordsmanship is concerned, a talented person who can just sneak a glance over his or her shoulder and shake off his or her opponent's financial resources.

After the demonstration, Linfred told me.

"Just follow the test I showed you. It's a training sword that doesn't even require a method of discipline, so it'll be easy to learn."

That's what he says, but he doesn't seem to expect him to do a good job. You're going to give me a rough estimate of how good I am.

I stood on the smoke screen holding a wooden sword.

First, raise the sword with both hands in a straight line. It is a common jockey of northern swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, it was a disciplined move, so Linfred looks at me with an unexpected look.

Yap!

“···!”

Soon his pupils shook when he saw me drop a wooden sword.

I was in a state of ecstasy and carried out a test of the northern basic swordsmanship.

Image training has been crazy, but this is the first time that a test has actually been conducted. Nevertheless, there has been a surprisingly mature move on its own.

Until two months ago, when it was piggy enough to roll around, following the ideal sword in my head was a dream. That's why this moment, when the body moves as intended, was more enjoyable than ever.

The five tests that make up the northern basal assay. Having successfully unfolded them all, I asked Linfred.

"How?"

"Well done."

While answering, his eyes are glaring, which shows that his soul has gone out of his way. You look very surprised.

"What was it just now?”

"It seems to me that the inspection conducted by Mangna, or second Confucius, was as perfect as Sir Milner."

Several apprentices who saw my swordsmanship began to chatter. Most seem to have concluded that it was a fluke, but Linfred, who had an unusual eye, was different.

" Confucius, follow me for a momentarily."

He came to his senses and dragged me to ask, under the auspices of a rare mansion.

"I was surprised that the tax was sharper than I thought. Have you learned how to donate?"

It seems that the spirit of harmony leaked out during the basic swordsmanship.

I answered frankly.

"I was bored, so I cooked one."

"You've been my lord. If you don't have a thorough plan and you learn any discipline or discipline, it will only have a negative impact on Confucius' body."

"It was done by knowing."

I answered calmly. The strangely calm appearance of me also soothed Linfred's excitement.

"It turns out it's not a vision for the Stroke family. What kind of donation is it?”

"It's a Brandish harmonic eccentricity. I happened to get the primer on the market."

"That means you've learned the method of discipline by yourself?”

"That's right."

Linfred opened his eyes wide.

In fact, it is difficult for even the most literate writers to learn how to do it as if they were heading to the ground alone. I wouldn't have been able to create a harmony without the doping effect of the candle.

"I'm glad it's a method of building up stable energy. I don't think there's any impact on learning the Stroke family's visionary methods and swordsmanship."

Sure, you should.

What kind of technique is harmonic?

"However, if this happens in the future, please consult with me first as a private teacher."

"Clear."

I nodded gently.

Linfred was an excellent educator in his experience. There was nothing wrong with building a friendly relationship with him.

"So the basic test you just opened is very mature. When did you practice separately?”

"I couldn't swing a sword because I was tired, and when I just lay down on the bed, I remembered the knights fighting. I just drew a sword in my head, referring to their movements.”

"In the head, "··?"

Linfred looked dumbfounded. I'm telling you the truth, but I'm not sure if you'll believe it.

"Anyways, Confucius' achievements would make it inefficient to just brush up the basics. I think we can start tomorrow with the Stroke family's test and sword."

I can't help smiling when I hear Linfred's story. Now I'm finally learning the right skills.

6.

The Struggle Church, which organizes work on all wars and fights in the world, selects 12 strong men representing the continent every 15 years.

They are referred to as the 'Twenty Girls'.

The reason why Stroke, which is treated as a small country, can gain some influence internationally is also because it produced one of the continental girls of the time. It was even one of the relatives of the Grand Duke.

The evel stroke of a heavy sword.

The warrior, who has a reputation throughout the continent, was the brother of the late Grand Duke of War Stroke and the uncle of the current Grand Duke.

'Prince Aiden's talent is enormous. Maybe that Evel is comparable.’

Linfred saw the 14-year-old boy freely handling the sword and saw the comfort of the gods only to feel in the world's greatest power. It is also a natural trend to think of an evel stroke from that shadow.

'It's certainly true that he painted a sword in his head.’

Under the leadership of Linfred himself, Iden trained his physical strength with all his might. He knows best that he can't be strong enough to practice basic swordsmanship separately. The second Confucius means Linfred possessed the continent's greatest talent that he had never taught in his life.

Linfred, who was heading to his accommodation thinking about how to trim the stone. He was approached by someone.

"Sir Linfred Milner."

"Hmm? This, aren't you Confucius Litten?"

"It's nice to see you after a long time. I've been familiar with your story. I hear you've made a big contribution to your long-term mission."

"I just did my job as an engineer. Confucius has grown up completely in eight years.”

The two exchanged friendly greetings with their eldest son, who will take over the Great Depression in the future, and an elite knight of the family who is walking on a solid road.

"I've heard that your father has chosen you as his sword instructor in Iden. You must be in trouble.”

"Not really."

"Haha! You don't have to be sensible. Everyone in the mansion knows that Eden's spirit is rotten."

Linfred's expression slightly stiffens at the remark. But Liton didn't notice the strange air.

"I hear it's a shame that he started his sword training. He didn't want to perform his military duties in remote areas like the Spiol Front, so he talked nonsense in front of his father, saying he wanted to prove his worth.”

"I'm sorry, but I'm not very good at liberal arts or speaking. I'd like to hear why Confucius came to see me."

At Linfred's straightforward remarks, Litten smiled and told the main story.

"I'd like to see if my ugly brother is really training diligently. In about three weeks or so, I'd like to take some time to observe the training with some of my brothers and acquaintances."

"Did you need to tell me that separately?”

"Your father, Your Highness, seemed to be as considerate as possible of Iden. Even a small visit was asked to take your permission as a private tutor."

It was Litten speaking in a friendly tone, but his gaze at Linfred was as cold as frost. If you don't want to be out of your sight as your successor, you should be careful.

In common sense, Iden, who has just started his career as an engineer, will not be able to show proper performance in training. It was obvious to anyone that Litten intended to humiliate him in public.

After a moment's thought, Linfred replied,

"I don't care much about being a spectator."

"Sir Milner, of course. Then I'll see you at the aerobatics soon."

A grinned Litten passes by him. Linfred murmured, looking at the back of such a eldest son.

"With the talent of Confucius in Iden, I can easily learn the type of stroke swordsmanship. Three weeks would be enough to demonstrate in front of others. On the contrary, it may be a good motivation to learn about the visit.”

Liton considered Linfred, the elite knight, to have succumbed to his successor's authority, but in fact he had never had such a political sense.

He simply trusted the talent of the second Confucius he was teaching and allowed him to attend.

an end

c Furuba