Demon King Dad

Seeing that everyone around him came to support him, the long-haired boy looked even more arrogant. He pointed to Quirine, who was silent with his back facing everyone, and said loudly, "I remember, I heard my father say! In the rebellion ten years ago, the Rooney family seemed to be involved in the rebellion. . Although there is no direct evidence that your family participated in the rebellion, and thus kept your title and not revoked, your family also plummeted and lost the source of land and money? How can such a fallen aristocratic woman teach us These elites? We ask for a change..."

call out--

"teacher!………………!!!"

The voice fell, along with the voice, and his hair. No one saw it, and no one felt it. When everyone noticed, they only saw Quirina's raised left hand and a throwing knife in the chair behind the boy.

The beautiful hair rushed down, and the boy's complexion gradually paled, and his feet slowly trembled. In the end, he sat back down again with a puff, and the cold across his cheeks made him unable to resist and peeed.

"Thinking that I came from a literature and art department, do you underestimate me?"

The raised hand slowly opened. With a slight pull, the throwing knife inserted into the back of the chair was pulled out under the traction of a thin wire, and returned to Quilin's palm.

"You kids, now, let me listen carefully!"

Quilin turned around. The face that was full of yawns and sleepiness had disappeared. Instead, there was a tight, serious look that looked like a ghost...

"Do you think this is the Royal Academy? But I am afraid there is one thing you are not sure about, and that is the real name of this school! The Royal Military Academy of Divine Grace is the name of this school when it was founded! Here, I am your chief, and you are my soldiers! I can beat and scold you as much as you want, and you can deduct your credits if you feel unhappy! If you neither obey me nor want to be punished, you can. Just leave here The college! By the way, the Royal College expells several students every year, many of whom are talented. But because they don’t obey the chief, they do whatever they want. Instead of letting him go to harm the country after graduation, It's better to open it as soon as possible. Do you understand it!!!"

"The name of the ghost queen is worthy of the name!"

An Mie secretly sighed. To be honest, even the idiot was shocked by Quilin's rapid transformation and was speechless for a while.

The Department of Literature and Art is indeed the department that pays little attention to fighting among the four major departments. But this does not mean that there are no personnel who know how to fight. As a military academy, how could it really only recruit some clerks who only know how to manipulate words and pictures?

The next teaching task became very simple, a flying knife, let all the students sit back to their seats obediently, and start the exam. After levelling the students behind him, Quilin smiled again and wrote on the blackboard with chalk, teaching idiots.

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If someone asks an idiot if he wears shackles every day, works for twelve hours continuously, and has to spare a little time every day to go to class as an assistant, and pay only some food, how would he answer?

very satisfied.

Compared to having to be born to death before, the lips are cracked in the ice and snow, and there is no need to live with food. It is almost as comfortable as heaven.

The new semester has begun. At the beginning, idiots still have difficulty moving because of the shackles on their hands and feet, and life is a little harder. But over time, his actions have gradually become more convenient. It is no longer so difficult to open the hands and feet, and the heavy handcuffs and fetters not only slightly restrict his fast movement, but no longer cause any hindrance to his freedom.

On the other hand, I don't know if there are too few teachers teaching outside, or for other reasons. Almost every time an idiot goes to the place given by the principal of Campa, he will happen to meet Quilin in charge of teaching. To be honest, her teaching style can only be described as rude. When class goes wrong, the throwing knife in her hand will be inexplicably inserted into someone's ear, scaring the student to piss. And she always yawned during class, sometimes she didn't even see her walk in when the bell rang, but when the bell rang, she ran faster than the students.

But to say that, Quilin's teaching content is still very good. Listening to her conversations with students during class, it seems that she has been working as a student in charge of teaching new students since she was sixteen. In theory, it should be considered very smart, right? However, whenever a student wanted to say she was clever, she would laugh and wave her hand and say that she could not do it, and that there was someone better than herself. And when everyone asked who that person was, the teacher would smile wryly and said that it was "the little one in my own family".

In the golden autumn of October, a slightly warm wind and the fresh fragrance of wheat blew into the open-air classroom, bringing a sound of sleep.

It was another test. After distributing the test papers to the students, Quirine pulled out the chair she had brought and fell asleep on the podium. No one knows why she is always so tired, but how much effect can such "invigilation" play?

The idiot leaned in the corner of the blackboard, and the nine-month-old bread in his arms fell asleep under the breeze. He was holding a book in his hand, and when he scanned the book and put it down, he closed his eyes...

Open.

All the patterns and words about the death of the first sword had already surfaced in front of him.

"Huh, do you understand?"

Dim's tone was uncomfortable and full of cynicism.

The idiot looked at the pictures one by one, and after scanning them, he took back all the changes and steps of the sword of "Sorrow", leaving only the most basic and formal methods and explanations of the sword to present to himself In front of him.

He has watched the movements of this little clay figurine more than a million times, and he has also tried to shoot the Dark Extinction in the same way, but the effect is always not ideal. Now, after the idiot watched the action of the little clay figure in slow motion again, his gaze finally turned to the annotation beside him, trying to find the answer from the text.

"…………………………"

"Hey, do you understand it or not? I can't see what's in your mind, otherwise I can explain it for you."

"...............Not......too clear."

"Interesting. How to say?"

"'The moment the sword is pierced is not the moment the result is caused. Relax the whole body and keep the mind absolutely clear, without any reservation.' That's it."

Dimie secretly opened a thin line of eyes, and sneered: "Oh? That's really funny. This is really simple, so simple that it makes people want to laugh. Why? Is there anything else behind? Nothing else? Explained?"

The idiot shook his head slowly. In front of his eyes, some words appeared again behind those words, saying: "There is, but it seems to be a comment on the paragraph just now. And, I don't understand."

The blood-colored pupils turned slightly and sneered: "If this is the case, then you should not practice. If you practice wrong, it will be troublesome. It is better to wait for a while, and wait until you fully know what the words are saying, then practice again. This **** thing."

The idiot lowered his head and looked at the blood pupil. Looking at it, he also remembered what the girl who taught her own swordsmanship once said in the cave that day--

"You may not know the origin of the sword wrapped in your hand. In the future, I am afraid you will be confused by its words and power again and again. I want to teach you how to control it. And tell you how to draw out its power and become your own thing!"

In an instant, the idiot stood up. After flipping his hand, Dim Mi was already firmly in his hand. At this moment, the students were whispering cheating while Quilin was sleeping on her stomach, and no one paid attention to him. He took a deep breath, took a step forward with his right foot, aligning his shoulder with his line of sight, and making preparations exactly like the little clay figure...

The moment of the stabbing... is not the moment caused by the result...? What does this sentence mean? Forget it, put it aside first, and later said that you should keep your heart calm, and absolutely do not have any reservations when you release the sword...Well, let's try it first.

The blood pupil opened, it might know what the idiot wanted to do. The red light reflected on his cheeks in an instant! The idiot closed his eyes, calmed his heart, and replayed the action of the little clay figure again in his mind. Finally, he imagined a vicious dog that swooped in front of him...

Step up...

Out of the sword!

...

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At the end of the sword, the idiot held Dimie's right hand and retracted behind him, and the dagger was inserted into the chain again. He was panting, his chest rising and falling. Just a sword made him look extremely tired, as if he had sprinted for a hundred meters.

There was no sound in the classroom, and neither the children busy with cheating nor Quilin, who was asleep, noticed the scene just now. So, is the idiot satisfied with his sword? Has he already grasped the true meaning of this sword and learned the first of the six swords?

"Whirring whirring……"

The heavy breathing and condensed pupils fully demonstrated... he did not succeed.

This feeling is very strange. He thinks that both the steps and movements are exactly the same as the little clay figurines, and he also slowed down the speed of the little clay figurines to the same speed as his own movements. But why do you feel a very strange feeling when the dagger is halfway through? As for the stabbing that should have been carried out at the same speed, in the end the little clay figure would retract the sword first, yet his arm had not had time to bend over?