Extraordinary Puppet Master

Next, the old vampire's promotion process went very smoothly, which made Evans sigh in relief, while Snitch just nodded lightly.

He asked Evans to take the old vampire back to the base first, while he stayed to find a way to pack up the Holy Grail and the statue.

It is a delicate technical task to dig out the statue and the Holy Grail without causing any damage to the whole. Snicki gestured for a while and then started to do it.

In reality, only more than four hours have passed, but in [The Ancestor], ten days have passed.

Interior of Notre Dame de Sanger.

Twenty-one boys and girls, whose bodies are still growing vigorously, are working hard in the training ground to show off their talents.

They were wearing leather armor that was smaller in size, and they were holding long wooden swords with a certain weight for training in their hands, and they were swinging them vigorously.

It can be seen that among these children, except for Andrew and several other children in Sanger Town, they may have worked hard on their sword swinging movements and footwork due to their family background.

I can’t say it’s amazing, but it’s pretty decent in a straight-forward manner.

Other children from rural villages had very irregular movements. Rongshu and three other puppets took a wooden stick and saw that their movements were irregular and immediately went up to physically correct them.

The children were beaten to the point of ecstasy, but they suppressed their screams because the louder they screamed in the first two days, the harder the banyan tree beat them. Over time, everyone got used to enduring it silently.

Hitting the body with a thin wooden stick will not hurt but it will hurt. This method of correcting body memory seems to be very effective now.

Soon Andrew on the side relaxed after completing a set of movements, but before he could fully relax, a thin wooden stick slapped his buttocks, causing him to grin.

"Did I tell you to rest?"

Andrew immediately tensed up and stood up straight as if on conditioned reflex, looking straight ahead.

The banyan tree nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, rest for one-fifth of a standard hourglass."

"Yes, Instructor Carlin!"

Andrew learned the lesson this time and did not relax his body immediately. Shi Shi yelled loudly first, and after seeing the other party nodding, he collapsed on the ground and breathed heavily.

Drops of sweat dripped on the ground. The other children glanced at him enviously from the corner of their eyes and quickly looked away to continue the sweaty training.

At this time, Andrew calmed down for a while, then a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across his face, and he loudly asked the banyan tree: "Instructor Carlin, what's the point of me training basic swordsmanship with them that I can't master?"

After hearing this, Rongshu stopped immediately and looked at the child with a playful expression.

Andrew, the young master of the Baron family, was quite clear-headed. After seeing his father's attitude that day, he behaved obediently with his tail between his legs for ten days and did not show his young master's temper to Old John and Banyan Tree.

Banyan Tree also did not deliberately favor or make things difficult for each other, and treated them equally like other children.

But now it seems that Andrew, this naughty kid, can hardly sit still.

"Haha, you think basic swordsmanship can't be put on the stage? Believe it or not, if I hear you say that, I will definitely give you a good beating."

Basic swordsmanship seems simple, with only a few movements and footwork back and forth, but it is a set of simple and efficient movements summarized by previous generations based on the experience of countless battles. It does not seek to be gorgeous and beautiful, but it is very practical.

All extraordinary swordsmanship and combat skills are extended from basic swordsmanship.

Basically, apart from Notre Dame, only nobles and knight families can pass on this kind of knowledge, and there is no place for lower-class civilians to learn it.

But Andrew was still very unconvinced. In his opinion, basic swordsmanship was too weak, and he had learned it at home long ago. He should learn the more advanced and extraordinary combat skills in Notre Dame instead of training basic swordsmanship with other children.

Not wanting to talk nonsense with him, Rongshu threw a thirty-kilogram weight-bearing vest in front of them.

"Boy, do you think you can't put your basic swordsmanship to the test? Okay, now start running around the training ground five times with a weight of 30 kilograms. If you can't finish the run, you won't be able to eat at night!"

"What?!" Andrew shouted in surprise.

"Six laps!"

"ah?"

"Seven circles!"

Listening to the demonic voice of the banyan tree, the child woke up instantly. After a quick start, he quickly put on a weight-bearing vest and started running around the training ground out of breath.

Rongshu shook his head and continued to pay attention to the training of others, and then saw another boy with chestnut hair who looked like he was about thirteen years old.

Compared with Andrew, who had a strong body in his early ten years, the boy looked a little thinner.

Although after entering Notre Dame, every meal was spiritual food cooked by Vivian herself, but those children who were born in poverty and were malnourished since childhood could not become as strong as Andrew in just ten days.

But it is worth noting that the boy's basic swordsmanship movements are very standard.

There were still some flaws when he first arrived, but after ten days he was able to practice it meticulously, so that even the banyan tree couldn't find any faults.

After the young man completed a set of actions, he immediately followed the banyan tree's instructions and sheathed his sword and stood up straight, looking straight ahead, sweat dripping from his forehead without blinking.

The banyan tree nodded after seeing it: "Yes, a gallon rests one-fifth the hourglass hour."

After listening to this, Gallen immediately relaxed his body and stood in the most energy-saving posture.

The banyan tree walked up to him and asked curiously: "Have you ever learned basic swordsmanship before?"

Gallon's family history is clear. Both parents are farmers, but it doesn't look like they have any foundation.

"Instructor Carlin, I learned from an elite veteran in our village."

"Veteran?" Rongshu asked doubtfully.

As far as he knew, the wars between the lords in this era were not so much wars as large-scale armed fights between a group of peasants.

When a lord started a group fight, he would first summon the fief knights in his territory, and then the knights would take a few followers and a group of farmers with pitchforks and sticks and set off.

Only knights, nobles, their personal guards, and wandering mercenaries have the opportunity to receive the most orthodox military training, and they are all extraordinary and have obviously separated themselves from the civilian class.

Therefore, the existence of an elite veteran in Galen's village is a very strange thing.

Galen didn't know what Banyan Tree was thinking, but said excitedly: "Yes, he is a veteran. I heard that he was once Viscount Liszt's personal guard and participated in many battles.

But when I get older, I can only retire and go home to farm to barely make ends meet. "

"He is an extraordinary person, how could he be so miserable?"

The banyan tree suddenly became even more confused. No matter how miserable a wild transcendent was, at least he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, because his strength aside.

They all received orthodox education from Notre Dame. They were literate, numerate and mastered a lot of professional knowledge and skills. Even if they were not mercenaries, they could get along well in the city with just a belly of ink.

Extraordinary beings all belong to the elite intellectual class in this era. How could they be reduced to returning to their hometowns to farm and barely make ends meet?

Gallen was immediately confused by the question, and asked in confusion: "Is Uncle Mario a transcendent?

Instructor, are you mistaken? My uncle once told me that he was just a pseudo-supernatural person. "

"Pseudo-supernatural?"

Rongshu felt that he had grasped the essence of the problem.