Mount and Blade

Green and Seranti were led by the butler to the second-floor guest room of the Lord's Hall. Snacks were already prepared on the tea table, tea sets were neatly arranged, and the maids were ready to serve hot tea at any time.

"Please sit here and wait for a moment, the Governor will be here soon." McGill, the old butler of Burns City, politely made a gesture of invitation.

The Lord's Hall was too luxurious. I had never seen such a luxurious castle in the six years since I came to Jianfeng. It should be said to be a European retro palace, right? Barkley is really rich, Green couldn't help but sigh.

Even the waiting seats were made of retro wooden sofas and genuine leather, and there were two leopard skins as cushions. Sitting on them was soft, and you could smell the fragrance of wood. Is it sandalwood? I think it has been a long time since I sat on a soft sofa. The life that was at my fingertips in my previous life is so rare here, it is simply the treatment of a noble.

"Swish"

The sound of running water falling from the teapot in the maid's hand into the water cup, exuding a strong fragrance, but this smell seems a little familiar, not like tea, but something I have smelled in my previous life.

Looking curiously into the cup, the smell is slightly bitter and fragrant, and the brown warm liquid is still emitting a little steam. Is this... coffee? ! Green picked up the cup and tasted it in small sips. This bitter taste is not wrong. He is really worthy of being a noble. Even the temperature of the hot coffee served is just right for drinking without losing its fragrant taste. He really knows how to enjoy it.

"Squeak"

The door was opened by two servants at the door. A tall and handsome middle-aged man in aristocratic clothes strode in. Feeling the familiar breath of his friend and the child next to Seranti, he strode and sat on the sofa opposite at a glance, waved away all the servants and soldiers, and the door slowly closed.

"Is this the child that worries you? My old friend."

"Yes, this child is very important to me. Please teach him how to become a real knight. Please accept my old friend's request, Trunks."

"But he is not a real noble, right? You should know the rules of the Holy Dragon Knights."

"Of course, I understand the conditions for civilians to become Holy Dragon Knights."

"Very good, I will take him there. If he successfully passes Pence's test, I will do as you wish, old friend, don't blame me, this is my principle."

"Of course."

Of course, Green is more than just a noble. Seranti believed this, and the two shook hands to reach a consensus.

Trunks took a sip from the teacup. It was indeed time to refresh himself during afternoon tea.

"Then will you stay with me for a few more days?"

"Okay, I'll leave after he gets used to this place."

"Well, is there something to do? You're always busy, Seranti." Trunks put down his teacup, and his amber eyes couldn't hide his reluctance to part with his friend. He missed the time when he was young, but Seranti seemed to be the same as before.

"But you are really optimistic about this kid. It's getting late. Come have dinner with me later. How about going to the training ground to fight with me now?"

"...Okay." Seranti agreed.

Trunks smiled at Seranti, and the two got up and prepared to go to the training ground to fight for a while.

"Come and see, Ryan."

"Okay."

Green quickly followed Seranti's footsteps and ran downstairs, while Wilder and others also noticed that Trunks and the mysterious man just walked to the training ground outside the castle. Wilder didn't understand why Trunks was mixed with a ranger, but he also knew that they came in through the Holy Dragon Flag, so he curiously followed and watched with the two Holy Dragon Knights.

...............

"Ping" "Ping" "Pang"

The swords hit each other and played a piece of art of battle. Trunks used a double-edged sword, but he played with amazing speed and explosive power, while Seranti used a light-looking scimitar as always, focusing on skills and physical agility.

The two fought extremely fast, and they didn't even have time to see what was going on before they entered the next move and responded flexibly. Although they used great swords, they were better than any great sword users that Green had seen, especially against Seranti's scimitar with full agility skills. Every time he swung the great sword, he was so powerful that he could carry it through to the end and flexibly defend himself. It was hard to believe that he could still stalemate and keep a distance from the high-speed changing scimitar at such a close distance.

Seranti's skill was that he could easily dissolve Trunks' great sword every time. The back bend of the scimitar entangled the great sword, making it unable to withdraw freely, and controlled the sword body to move towards Trunks' arms holding the great sword little by little, but Trunks' reaction was also very fast. The two were looking for each other's flaws. They fought for no less than a hundred rounds, and Seranti was still better in foot combat sword skills.

Seranti was faster, finding a flaw in Trunks' sweep and sliding to avoid it, tripping him to the ground. If it was a scimitar, Trunks would have lost his right foot, but the fight continued. When Seranti wanted to put the scimitar on his neck, Trunks quickly turned over and swung the greatsword at him, but this was still within Seranti's expectations. After cleverly swinging the greatsword away, the 80-centimeter scimitar was still on Trunks' neck.

"You lose."

"...Hahaha, you are still so awesome, Seranti." Feeling the coldness on his neck, Trunks admitted defeat readily, and lay on the snow-covered field with his head raised to adjust his breathing. It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. After a hundred rounds, both of them had some sweat stains on their bodies.

Seranti drew back the scimitar in his hand and sheathed it. It was rare for him to fight so happily. He just adjusted his breathing slightly and it was normal. He stretched out his right hand to pull Trunks up from the ground, and Trunks also stood up and pretended to pat the snow on his body, and then took advantage of Seranti's carelessness to throw the snow in his hand on Seranti's face-covering head armor.

Trunks: "Hahaha, uh..."

Trunks was just halfway laughing when he was punched in the stomach by Seranti, who was nervous for several days. The force almost made him vomit. Wilder was a little stunned by this scene. He had never seen a god of war like Trunks being beaten, and he was defeated by a seemingly unknown ranger.

Seranti: "......"

"Ahem, why are you still going to kill me?" Trunks felt a little stomachache, and he put his left hand on Seranti's shoulder and took a long time to relax. After all, he was not wearing armor.

"I didn't mean it." Seranti said helplessly.

"Well, forget it. After all, the life of a ranger should be quite tense, right? Let's go, do you want to have a horse fight with me?" Trunks patted Seranti's shoulder to show that he didn't mind and wanted to fight again.

"...No, it's too expensive to come, and it costs money to repair it."

"Hahaha, I'll support you!"

"No, I can't beat you." Seranti said indifferently. Everyone in Barkley didn't know Trunks's title of the God of Horse War. His superb horsemanship and the unique tactics mixed with the knight's heavy halberd were unique.

"Why don't you give it a try... or how about giving me some pointers on my archery skills?" Trunks and Seranti walked away arm in arm, as if there was no difference in status and they were just chatting like two good friends.