BJ Swordmaster

Chapter 67 Camilton (2)

It was my son and father who I met after 3 years.

The conversation was endless.

Henry and Lucas constantly exchanged conversations until they drank tea, ate, and looked at the newly planted crops.

Young Ji-min, who visited Lucas Camilton whenever he was bored, did not disturb him as much as today.

It was only consideration to give him time.

That's how close Lucas Camilton was to the people here.

"As long as you grow up like this, I think I can bake a decent pie. It'll be very sweet."

Lucas Camilton said, pointing to a large yellow pumpkin.

It was a small field, but everything was there.

In fact, the crops we grew here were Camilton's pocket money, and it was nothing short of a chore.

The money needed to live alone wasn't that big.

A few pennies from the royal family would suffice.

"Pumpkin pie is good.”

"It's perfect. If I could get a little more spices...….”

"Father."

Then Henry cut me off. Lucas gave a strange look, and Henry shrugged.

"Pumpkins are pumpkins, so shouldn't you see how big your son is? Before I leave."

"I can tell by looking at it."

"Nothing is as certain as seeing it in person."

"It's……."

"That's what my father always said."

"…That's true."

Now we've had enough small conversations.

Of course, three years wasn't enough to solve it all, but now Henry was out for a mission.

It's not too late to come back once you've sorted this out.

"Maybe we should leave sometime tomorrow. It's a long way to the destination."

"Is this the mission?"

"It's a mission. It's only for the best students in the Academy."

You're saying you're in the best group, right now, aren't you?

"For now, yes."

"So, how much are you going to show me?"

"What's the fun of knowing in advance?”

"You're going to test this father?"

Lucas Camilton grinned.

The greatness of the son has already been inferred from the circumstances.

It's usually a great skill.

Those great knights were crawling to the point where they wanted to take Henry with them.

'Maybe you've reached the first star.’

First-star news.

It may be a little too much to expect.

It was true that it was considered to be a low level at first sight, but the moment it was evaluated as a one-star article, it meant that it became only one article.

In fact, it means that it is the lowest level among the articles, but the fact that it has become a formal article alone has far-reaching gap with the general public.

I may not be as crazy as I am, but...….You shouldn't have a sad reaction as a father.

Lucas is ready for his mind.

I meant I was ready to be surprised at what Henry showed me.

He was once a knight, too.

Eventually, the Academy student's skills would not surprise him, but Henry in front of him was his son.

He's also a son who's been under pressure for a long time because of Lucas himself.

It was not supposed to bring such a disappointment to Henry.

"Well!"

Lucas clapped his hands.

Because Henry circulated the manna in the body.

How much I looked forward to this moment.

For the past three years.

We could see for ourselves what Henry was in at the Academy.

All efforts would have been devalued just because they couldn't deal with Mana, and they would have had to endure a lot of ridicule.

"Not yet, Father."

Henry was relaxed.

The flowing Mana was stronger than Lucas expected.

"That's a lot of food. How long have you been...….”

"Not yet."

Lucas, who was about to praise, shut up. It was clear that Henry still had a spleen.

Something that I'm desperate to show Lucas, too.

I love you.

The sword was pulled out.

A pure white sword sprinkled light. Lucas, who had laid a sword a long time ago, was also a very precious object to look at.

I heard that students in class A are given these gifts.’

Lucas brought out the common sense that sank deep in his memory.

He was once a trainee at the Academy, and he knew it even though he had never experienced it himself.

Outstanding students are favored by the dean.

I mean, there's a difference that's really a favoritism.

"That's a good sword."

"It's useful."

"My eyes are up."

"Because I've improved."

"That's a good thing to hear."

Lucas smiled pleasedly again.

Lucas was the few person who could be purely pleased with Henry's growth.

Henry's sword had a bluish membrane.

From now on, it was key.

Six basic skills as a knight.

The cycle was already visible, and Henry displayed the rest of the technology in succession in front of Lucas.

Mana's flow was smooth.

But there was no shaking.

Straight from staying, moving, and coming back again.

And the ending.

It formed the form of a sword that was too clear.

"Oh, my God."

Lucas was in awe.

It was pure admiration.

With such skills, he was one of the best players among the first-star players.

In particular, the stronger the basic skills, the more room for growth.

It was only then that Lucas could understand the reactions of the knights who visited here.

"That's amazing, Henry."

Lucas managed to control his mind.

He was in the most excited state of his life.

He struggled to keep his minimum dignity as a father, and it was enough to collapse if someone touched him.

And

"Not yet."

At Henry's word, Lucas eventually gave up.

"…Not yet. Don't tell me there's more left. This isn't the end?

"There's nothing wrong with the knights, they're not here for nothing.…. No, I actually grew up again after that.”

"It wouldn't have been that long."

"It didn't take long to get to this level. It was about a month ago."

"Hahaha!"

Now Lucas couldn't control his emotions at all.

The corners of my mouth, which rose up, were almost touching my ears.

Lucas looked at Henry with a red face, and with incredible eyes.

"Then we still have a long way to go."

"I was going to show you step by step in case you were surprised. This isn't all you can use in the first place.”

"Now I've calmed down. No, I'm trying to calm down."

"Can you not be surprised?”

Henry grinned.

Lucas barely, really barely, pressed down the twitching mouth.

"I'll do my best."

The moment you answered that.

Henry began to sword in the air.

It was the kind that Lucas knew.

Basic swordsmanship learned at the Academy.

As such, the sword itself is as simple as that.

It was all a series of honest cuts, stabs, and re-cuts.

But even if we walk the same path.

“…….”

The meaning was bound to vary depending on who walked.

before I know

Lucas realized that his mouth was open.

Now I can't even laugh.

Henry's boast was not a bluff.

'A clear two-star article...Even Mana Liang is equivalent to three stars.'

It is enough to confront even if any aristocrats bring their mischievous stories.

In fact, it was clear that no one could doubt that he was a knight except for his young face.

If it's the best article in a count, it's hard to predict the result if it's an ordinary article.

I can't believe it.’

Is this an achievement that can only be achieved in a few months?

It was clear that even this momentum would soon reach three stars.

Articles mentioned only in the history.

Only the knights who have left their names for generations would have been able to shine this talent.

What's even more surprising is.

Henry's growth was not an empty shell.

He has the most faithful basic skills of anyone. There is no article that can beat Henry on the same level. I'd rather be a mercenary rolling in the battlefield!'

That was what really impressed Lucas.

Overwhelmingly solid basic skills.

The theory in academia was that if one wants to complete the basic skills, one has to devote one's time honestly.

I mean, unless you're overwhelmingly talented.

"…I can't believe my son was a genius.”

Lucas muttered with a blank face.

Henry finished the demonstration and faced Lucas, who was frozen, with his feet crossed.

"Just calm down for now."

"I can't calm down.…. No, Henry. Henry Camilton."

"Yes."

"Before you entered the Academy."

"Yes."

"Do you happen to remember the gift I gave you...….”

"Tenancy is necessary, with the word that an article must be intellectually sophisticated. What the hell are you thinking?”

"You're my son.….”

"That's right, then."

"Right?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll....”

"They all reacted similarly to my father. That's why I came all the way here. Why would those great knights do that?”

“…….”

"Actually, if you're an ordinary nobleman, wouldn't the standard be more difficult when it comes to royal knights?”

“……?”

Lucas pushed his eyebrows up.

"What are you talking about?" was his face.

Henry grasped the situation.

"Oh, they're not here. Sir Melissa has offered to join. I put it off, saying I haven't decided yet. I'm a little disappointed. I thought you'd come."

"Wow, the Knights of the Crown.….”

"I'm told to join. I'll have to say no, right?”

In response to his son's nonchalant response, Lucas became approximately distraught.

"Well, no, the Royal Knights...….What the hell……."

"I'm Camilton."

“…….”

"Oh, I had something else to tell you. Anyway, you've done enough, haven't you?"

Nodding!

Lucas' head moved violently up and down.

"Then let's go. This isn't something to talk about outside."

"Mu, what are you talking about?

"About money. I suddenly got better and my ransom went up."

A groundless story came out.

All Lucas could do now was follow his son, who had suddenly grown too big.

***

"…So, the dean was that kind of person?"

"Does your father know?"

"Verseilles Bergent. When I was a trainee, I was just taking over. Maybe it's the way I learned from my father."

"Right, where would the roots go? So am I."

"The Camiltonian roots...Yes, your grandfather and great-grandfather were great knights. I'm ashamed, I'm happy. If I had seen you, I'd be so happy. I couldn't do what I did as a child."

Lucas Camilton smiled strangely.

His situation was bitter, and at the same time he was so happy.

But it wasn't the time to be sentimental.

"Anyway, I didn't know you were doing business in Bergent. It's a ransom……. So, how much did you ask for?"

"What I asked for directly is…….I actually asked for it directly. It was obvious that I wouldn't be able to raise money, so don't think about useless things.”

"Henry."

"Yes."

Lucas curled his lips and put them back out.

Seeing that he didn't say how much it was, it must have been a considerable amount.

It was time to show something as a father.

"Fortunately, I have some property left to the end. Your grandfather passed it down to me.….Yes, I can ask you to go."

"Are you selling it?”

"As long as I ask the Earl of Redwood to find a good place to sell...….”

"16,000 gold."

Lucas' mouth is closed. It was because I couldn't breathe.

The amount he thought he could afford is 3,000 gold at best.

Sixteen thousand gold was not enough.