I Want To Be a Nobleman

The training ground is quite large, with various dummies and wooden stakes placed everywhere, and there is a weapon rack on the edge with a pile of wooden weapons placed on it.

Harold didn't rush to pick up weapons for training. His agility increased from 4 to 8. He wanted to adapt to the increased physical attributes first.

Finding an open space, Harold quickly jumped left and right, ran back and forth, crouched and rolled, and the effect of [running] with 8 points of agility and lv2 was better than expected.

Although it can't reach the level of acrobatic performances in the previous life, the 'simple' movements such as back and forth somersaults are not a problem at all.

Several gladiators around were a little surprised when they saw Harold's movements. They had seen the strong ones and the nimble ones, but it was rare for both to exist at the same time. A muscular, two-meter-tall man rolled nimbly , the horizontal jump is really strange enough.

At this time, Harold's combat power is double that of the original owner Harold. The original owner Harold is not only low in agility, but also not very intelligent. There is a tendency for children with dementia.

Now Harold has 8 points of agility and 9 points of intelligence, which greatly makes up for the shortcomings, and can well display the inherent brute force of this body.

After the physical flexibility test, Harold is going to try his offensive ability, which is not easy to experiment with empty hands.

Walking to the weapon rack, looking at the wooden swords, wooden shields, and spears of different sizes, Harold thought about what weapon to use. Gladiators in the arena used a one-handed sword with a shield the most, and some of them liked to use it. Spears and shields or violent two-handed swords.

The spear is not used to and is not a weapon that relies on strength, and the one-handed sword and shield are not violent enough, too mediocre.

I have inherited the body of the original owner Harold, and my physique is different from ordinary people. Not only does he have a thick blood bar, but also the '+10 gold bell cover' provided by the system equipment bar. , Just specialize in the big sword!

Due to weapon proficiency, Harold wants to specialize in one weapon as much as possible, but to be on the safe side, he still didn't immediately add 80 points of weapon proficiency to two-handed weapons, in case he is really not good at playing big swords Woolen cloth?

Harold picked out a thick and strong sword from the pile of weapons, swung it around a few times, and nodded, "That's it."

The total length of the big sword is 1.7 meters. Since it is a wooden sword, its weight is average, but it is easy to use.

Harold walked up to a stake, closed his eyes and recalled the basic moves learned by the original owner and the militia, opened his eyes after thinking for a few minutes, and basically remembered the main points, and the militia was naturally nothing advanced It was too difficult for the original owner Harold's mind to remember the skills.

Harold took a deep breath, took a step forward, exerted strength from the waist, exerted most of the strength of the whole body, and with a loud shout, the big sword swung out, slashing fiercely on the ground. on the stake in front of him.

With a clicking sound, Harold directly chopped the wooden sword deeply into the stake, leaving a gap of 5 or 6 cm after the wooden sword was pulled out, and the lethality of 20 points of strength combined with lv4's [Strike] is extremely terrifying .

The wooden stakes on the training ground are all solid wooden stakes. No matter how hard people try, most people will get a little scratches. Harold has never cut a third of them with a single knife. Many gladiators immediately threw Curious glances came.

"That man is so powerful, who is he?"

"I haven't seen him before, he's new here, I hope I don't meet him in the future, I don't like fighting with this kind of monster!"

"I don't want to fight with this kind of person who relies on strength for food. If I get hit, I will lie down for at least half a month!"

A group of gladiators chatted while watching Harold training alone.

"Old man, do you recognize him? What is the origin of that guy? I don't remember such a fierce man when I was in prison. Didn't this guy come from prison?"

The age of the so-called old man is far from old, at most in his early fifties, but he is considered old in a place like the arena.

The 'old man' shook his head and said, "I don't know him either. I guess he is a master recruited from outside. I just don't know if this guy is easy to get along with."

"I'm going to test it out. If he has a good attitude, I will pull him over. If he has a bad attitude, let him learn a lesson, lest he be too presumptuous."

A strong man said eagerly, staring at Harold, his fists the size of sandbags clenched tightly and making crackling noises.

"No, he doesn't look very easy to mess with. Don't conflict with him. I'll communicate with him in a while and see where he is from."

The old man shook his head and stopped the strong man. After all, Harold's explosive size and the brutal blow just now are quite intimidating. He is not like a soft persimmon that can be manipulated at will. It is better to have a good talk and get closer than to become an enemy. better.

Harold didn't care about the gazes of others, and was excitedly feeling the magical effect brought by [Weapon Mastery] lv2.

Harold felt as if there was some kind of connection between himself and the big sword in his hand. The big sword became an extension of his body, and he felt very precise and flexible when he swung it. He could even point and hit with his eyes closed.

The [Weapon Mastery] of lv2 does not increase any strength or speed, but the increase in Harold's strength is very obvious. Originally, using a big sword is more energy-intensive, especially continuous attacks, which will consume a lot of energy and lead to short-term exhaustion .

But under the mastery of the lv2 weapon, Harold only felt that the bigger the sword, the easier it was to slash, and the more powerful it became. After slashing 6 knives, he felt that the big sword was moving by itself, and he only needed to use a little force to adjust the attack. Direction will do.

This is only lv2 weapon mastery, it is so abnormal if the level is higher, I am afraid that he can become a master of swordsmanship directly, and can split stones with a wooden sword? But it doesn't seem to be against the sky, there are so many creatures in this world that can explode stones with their bare hands.

Harold, who was excited in his heart, kept chopping the wooden stakes. When his hands felt tired, he put down the wooden sword to exercise his feet. This training took several hours, and even Harold, who had amazing physical strength, couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Putting down the big sword in his hand and wiping his sweat, Harold found a shady place, sat down on the spot and began to rest. The two bags of water brought from the cell had already been drunk, and he felt a little thirsty. He didn’t know the training ground. For water, Harold looked around.

Seeing Harold sitting down to rest, the 'old man' who said he wanted to communicate with Harold walked towards Harold with a smile on his face, holding a water bag in his hand.

The old man stopped at a distance of 3 meters from Harold. This distance would neither make the other party vigilant nor allow for a normal conversation.

The old man put on a harmless smile and asked Harold who was sitting on the ground: "Hi, new friend, what's your name?"

Harold saw the man approaching him from a distance, and saw that the man had a kinder attitude, so he politely replied, "My name is Harold, how about you, brother?"

The man who asked the question was quite old, probably in his fifties. He didn't know what the purpose of coming to him was, but Harold wanted to get some information, so he decided to listen to the old man's purpose first.

"Harlot, right? I remember. My name is Huck, and I am the oldest gladiator in this arena. I have no other skills, but I am lucky to hang out here for a longer time. Harold, you just now Come here, if you have any questions, you can ask me."

After listening to Harold's reply, Huck introduced himself heartily, but Harold didn't believe him at all that he claimed to have "nothing". It's just luck that can live in this kind of place for a long time.

"Thank you, brother, let's sit down and talk. I just came to this arena, and I don't know many things. I really need your introduction, brother."

Harold followed Huck's words. At the same time, he also wanted to know about the arena. Harold was sold in the morning and died in the afternoon. He knew little about the arena.

"Then you have found the right person. I have been in this arena for more than ten years. It can be said that there is nothing in this arena that I don't know about!"

Huck smiled confidently, sat opposite Harold, opened the water bag and took a sip, then handed it to Harold naturally.

"Thank you, I happen to be a little thirsty too." Harold took the water bag and thanked him, then drank it in big gulps.

Huck took a sip before handing it over to prove that there was no problem with the water, and to prevent Harold from being too suspicious to accept it.

Seeing Harold accepting the water bag he handed over and thanking him, Huck felt a lot more relaxed. After a few words, he could feel that Harold was a relatively easy-to-talk person, and began to introduce him to Harold in detail. .

"Let me explain to you the rules of the arena."

"This arena is the largest arena in the entire northern province. Its ownership belongs to the Marquis of Harlaus, but that lord is very busy, so this arena is managed by his eldest son, Earl Sarick."

Harold knew who Harold was, the original owner Harold had him in his memory, and he was very impressive.

This is a very big man. All the places that the original owner Harold and his father visited after they fled to the Kingdom of Lucanil are in name the territory of this old marquis, and the lords of the newly reclaimed territories that he settled before also belong to this marquis. A pawn of the camp.

There are no dukes in the Kingdom of Lucanir, and the three marquises have the highest status besides the power of the king.

The Earl of Salic is the first heir of the old Marquis.

"Earl Salik is responsible for a lot of old marquis properties, and he has a lot of things to do in his own territory, so he only comes to the arena once or twice a month, and he doesn't pay much attention to the specific operations of the arena. Count the proceeds and see if there are any tricks."

"Currently, Sarek's four subordinates are responsible for the specific management of the operations of the arena."

"These four people in charge are the four with the highest status in the arena. If you offend anyone, you can't offend them."

Harold listened carefully to Huck's words. This was information related to his future destiny, even if it wasn't necessarily correct information, he still had to keep it in mind.