Tales of the Reincarnated Lord

　　 Chapter 32 Diary and Duel

　　 Bill Butler’s Diary: February 19th, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. Send the young master to Chenxi College this afternoon. The Locke instructor said that the young master would live well in a few years without losing weight, just like the great sword master who came to the house two months ago. I invited the master over, and the master decided to hand over the master to that Locke instructor for weight loss and training, and he also signed a guarantee. The master asked me to stay in the academy, obey Locke’s instructions, and must not contact the young master, so I could only wait and see from a distance. I agreed, but I felt that the young master would be very bad.

　　 Sure enough, after the Locke teacher had finished the meeting, he asked me to buy a cart of lettuce, carrots and celery, and then took the young master away. When I returned from shopping, the Locke teacher took me to a bluestone house and asked me to pour everything on the ground. I felt that this place was like a quiet room for swordsmanship, and then I saw the young master crying in the corner. I couldn't talk to him and ask what happened, so I asked the Young Master Locke what he was doing here?

　　 That Locke teacher smiled so terribly, he said that this is where the young master will live in the future. My God, this place has no beds or couches, not even a stove. How does the young master sleep?

　　 That Locke didn't care. He said that there is a straw mat on the ground and a blanket is enough, no stove is needed. If the young master feels cold, he can get up and exercise at night, so he won’t be cold if he sweats. As for living here, the stone house is mainly soundproofed. No matter how loud the young master is, it will not affect the sleep of other students.

　　 I asked him what to eat for the young master that night? He pointed to the vegetables I bought on the ground and said, the young master will eat these things in the next three days. I was taken aback. Did he raise the young master as a rabbit? I told him tactfully that the young master does not like to eat vegetables, especially those that have not been cooked. He laughed happily, and patted me on the shoulder and said that it was okay. People would be so hungry that they would dare to eat even the dead, not to mention these vegetables.

　　 What Locke says is disgusting, cold-blooded, and hard-hearted. It's just a devil. The young master fell into his hands, ooh, the young master is so pitiful. I want to write all these down and report to the master. Never spare him lightly.

　　 Bill Butler’s diary: February 20th, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master cried most of the night last night, and no one paid him any attention. I wanted to go, but the teaching assistant on duty at night stopped me and warned me not to approach the stone house without permission. I can only listen to the young master's cry from a distance, and there is no way.

　　 The young master cried for most of the night, and then heard the young master eating those vegetables very loudly. In this way, the young master cried for a while when he ate some vegetables, and then ate some vegetables after crying for a while, and went to bed until early in the morning.

　　 In the afternoon, the Locke teacher came, took a few people to clean up the house, took a shower for the young master, put on a piece of hemp clothes, and asked the young master to put his hand in front of him and said what pulse it was. The young master kept crying and cursing, but the Locke teacher ignored them, and they said that they would make a whip. It hurts to hit it without hurting the bones. OMG! Do they treat the young master as a slave?

　　 Then the Locke instructor called me over, gave me a drawing, and asked me to build a bathroom for them in the academy. The area was large, and he said that he wanted to provide the young master with the supporting facilities for weight loss. I very much suspect that they are doing business for personal gain, because I have never seen a bathroom that has such a small room made of wood, and what kind of steam room is it, a lie!

　　Bill Butler’s Diary: February 21st, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master ate vegetables all night last night, but he didn't cry and make trouble like the night before.

　　 Instructor Locke came again in the afternoon. Just like yesterday, he showered the young master, signaled his pulse, cleaned up the house, and asked me to buy another cart of vegetables. I secretly bought a few tomatoes and put them inside. I believe the young master will be very happy.

　　 The bathroom drawing that Locke taught yesterday has been budgeted, and it takes more than one hundred gold coins to build it. After the report was submitted, the master approved the construction, and the family sent someone to the college to construct.

　　 Bill Butler’s diary: February 22nd, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master ate the carrots that had been eaten all night last night. This time it seems that I bought too many carrots.

　　Teacher Locke gave the young master a pulse to let the young master take a shower, and gave me a list for me to buy medicinal materials, saying it was to make medicine for the young master.

　　 Bill Butler’s diary: February 23rd, 1967, overcast. Master was eating celery last night, and the carrots are gone.

　　 Locke's teacher told a few people to press the young master and pour him a test tube of medicine. It should be very bitter, and the young master cried again.

　　 Then the master began to have diarrhea.

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　　 Bill Butler’s diary: February 31st, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master slept very peacefully last night. He didn't snoring or babbling. He slept until dawn.

　　 The young master has been drinking the medicine for diarrhea these days, but the frequency of diarrhea seems to be less today. The spirit is better, unlike the pale and shaky complexion of diarrhea two days ago.

　　 In the afternoon, Locke's teacher weighed the young master, and the young master lost 17 pounds. It's only a few days now. It seems that the young master is expected to lose weight, which is really happy, but instructor Locke said that at least one hundred and seventy catties should be lost to be considered normal weight. is it possible? It is hard to imagine that the young master will weigh only one hundred fifty sixty catties like me.

　　 Teacher Locke gave me a list of medicinal materials, saying that the master no longer needs to drink the medicine for diarrhea. Because the greasy in the young master's belly is basically excreted. Locke's training shows that physical training will begin today, and he will have to make potions for the young master again.

　　 Bill Butler’s Diary: February 32nd, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. Master slept well last night.

　　 Instructor Locke came early in the morning. He asked the young master to run three laps on the school ground, but the young master refused to run. Instructor Locke took out two fist-sized breads and gave the young master to eat if he said that he was willing to run. The young master had eaten vegetables for ten days, his eyes were red when he saw the bread, and he rushed to grab it, but was knocked to the ground by Locke. Instructor Locke threw the bread in the toilet if he could not run, and the young master continued to eat vegetables.

　　 For the brown bread made of these two couscous flours, the master went to the school and ran three laps. On the last lap, the master couldn't run. He almost completed the task by climbing and rolling. Instructor Locke allowed the young master to walk most of the time on the school grounds before the young master recovered. Seeing the young master desperately stuffing bread into his mouth, I was so sad that I wanted to cry.

　　Master’s recipe has changed from today. In the morning is a bowl of congee and two breads. Still vegetables at noon and evening. The young master now has physical training every day. I run three laps in the morning, other training in the afternoon, and three more laps at night. After each training, I have to drink a big bowl of salt water again to say what supplements the body salt. Drink a test tube of medicine before going to bed at night.

　　 The young master refused to train in the afternoon, because Locke taught the young master what bunny jumps and push-ups. Instructor Locke really took out a whip and drew it directly, the young master screamed, and a blood stain appeared on his body. The young master has never been beaten since he was a child! I wanted to go up and stop, but was caught by the teaching assistant next to me and warned, saying that if I went up, they could send the young master home regardless of the guarantee signed by the master. I dare not take this responsibility, and can only endure tears and watch the young master complete the training under the whip.

　　Bill Butler’s Diary: February 33, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. The young master snorted all night because of being beaten. Even though Locke gave the young master medicine after the training, the young master still couldn't sleep in pain and was pulled up to continue his physical training in the morning.

　　 The good news today is that the bathroom of the academy has been built with the efforts of family craftsmen. In the evening, after the young master drank the potion, he was taken to the bathroom by Locke for a steam bath, and I was also allowed to go in and wait for the young master.

It turns out that the steam bath is just staying in that small wooden house, putting large pieces of pebbles on the stove and putting them in a basin, then pour water on the pebbles, and soon the wooden house is full of steam, so hot It's hot and breathless. Everyone is slender, the figure that Locke teaches is really fit, and the young master is fat. I kept moving the red pebbles in, and then poured water on, sweating profusely. The young master lay motionless on the wooden platform, sweating all over his body. After about twenty minutes, the master passed out. Instructor Locke said it was okay, mainly because the temperature was too high and he couldn't breathe. Lift the young master to a ventilated place and he would wake up slowly. After washing with water, he could go to sleep.

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　　 Bill Butler’s Diary: March 1st, 167th year of the Union calendar, sunny. The young master slept very well last night, and he has been undergoing physical training these days. Every time there are teaching assistants with a whip to follow, if the young master is lazy, they will slam it in, and the young master will go to the steam bath at night. I feel that the young master seems to be more energetic. He doesn't pant very much when he walks and runs, and he seems to be a little stronger. When I was attending the young master taking a steam bath tonight, the young master suddenly grabbed my hand and it hurt me. The young master said he was crazy if he wanted to eat meat, so I wanted to find a way to get him some barbecue.

　　 But I dare not, because when the young master told me, I didn't know that the teacher who was standing behind him in the steam bath was standing behind him. The teacher gave me a fierce look, which was warning me.

　　 Locke did not come today. I heard that he will have an academy duel tomorrow, and the next is Challenger Day. I really can't think of anyone who is so arrogant, who even claims to be invincible in silver against the silver instructors of 27 colleges alone. I heard from those instructors that there are more than 1,600 foreign silver-tier challengers. I don't believe that so many challengers and the silver instructors of those academies can't defeat the instructor Locke. He is just a black iron swordsman. The pub called Beauty and the Sword in the college area opened a plate. If you lose a bet on Locke's training, I heard that a small silver coin will lose one gold coin. I will go to the next gold coin bet at night, and if I win, it will be 100 gold fortunes. I hope that Locke will definitely lose tomorrow.

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　　 On March 2nd, the weather was fine.

　　 Lorist walked leisurely in the academy, seemingly not at all concerned about the upcoming duel of the academy.

　　 Lorist had received the duel schedule from the college last night, but it was only between the colleges. The arrangement of the foreign challenge day starts on March 3, which is tomorrow, but there is no opponent list, because Fatty Shi has forgotten, or deliberately, he thinks whether there is a challenger list or not has nothing to do with Lorester. I'm very busy, who has that leisurely mind to copy a list of losers. On the contrary, the information he gave to El’s list was very detailed, and he was very bragging about these challengers, as if each of these challengers could easily slay Lorist.

　　 "There is no way, otherwise, it can't attract those who place bets. It's about money, so you have to go into details." Fatty Shi said innocently.

　　 Lorist was lazy to care about him, but the one who came to the duel today was the Violet Academy, ranked 21st, as if there was no famous silver instructor, Lorist himself felt a little unbelievable.

　　 Fatty Shi is commanding the law enforcement team of the law enforcement department of the academy to set up a cordon, and even the elite members of the swordsmanship club have been attracted by him. He said to Lorester, who was bored looking around, "Don't rush away, stay will let you watch a good show."

　　 Soon, the good show that Fatty Shi said was staged. A crowd of black crows came at the gate of the academy, and at the forefront were a group of silver teachers wearing the Violet Academy badge, all arrogant and arrogant. Most of the people who followed were people from other colleges who came to watch the excitement.

Dean Levins stood with a cane in front of the indoor training hall that the college had just undergone an emergency expansion for a month to lead the deans of other colleges. After a burst of lively and smiley greetings, Dean Levins was very polite The people from the Violet Academy and a group of deans were welcomed into the training hall, but the instructors and students who came to watch the battle from behind the dean were blocked outside.

　　 "Old lame man, what do you mean?" Dean Weston of St. Marceau College looked bad.

　　 Dean Levins had a serious illness when he was a child, similar to polio, and his legs and feet have always been inconvenient.

Dean Levins smiled and said calmly: "Old bastard, the Violet Academy is here for a duel. You deans can be said to be very distinguished guests of our Academy, so I personally greet and welcome them. The latter are not my invitations. Come, they come in through that door if they want to."

　　 Following the direction of Dean Levins, Dean Weston looked up and saw four characters written on the door on the side—Enter and exit by ticket. There is a small window next to it with the ticket office written on it.

　　 "The fare is not expensive, and only a small coin per person." Dean Levins said.

"Old lame, you really got into the eye of the money. If you don't let this little money go, you can't learn to be generous. I have paid for the tickets for the people who came today, and I will count the total number of people." Weiss Dean Dun said proudly, took out an exquisite purse from his body and threw it to a silver instructor at St. Marceau College.

　　 "The mighty Dean Weston..." "Thank you Dean Weston..." The crowd crowded outside shouted.

　　 Dean Levins didn’t seem to see Dean Weston’s triumph, and calmly stretched out his hand to signal: "Everyone, please go here."

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　　 The indoor training hall has changed a lot after its expansion. In the middle is a square ring with a length of 7 meters and a width of 5 meters. There is an eight-story stand next to it. It is estimated that it can accommodate more than 2,000 spectators.

Lorist stood lazily on the ring, watching a few beauties in Chenxi Academy student uniforms shuttle through the crowd in the stands, screaming in a crisp and sweet voice: "Buy a lottery ticket! Anyone want to buy a lottery ticket? Buy a big silver coin won by Teacher Locke and pay a small silver coin, buy a small silver coin won by Violet Academy and pay a big silver coin..."

　　 The dean of Weston and the dean of the Violet Academy were furious in the stands: "What do you mean, old cripple?"

Dean Levins said lightly: "A few female students are working-study programs. What's all the fuss about? Maybe they are supporters of Locke's training. They are more confident in Locke's training, so they set such an odds. Two people. If you are not happy, you can buy a few, and you can teach them a lesson if you win."

　　 It's not that you, the old lame man, is making trouble behind his back! The two deans gave Dean Levins a fierce look. Dean Weston said, "I have a dozen Golden Ford in my purse. I will buy the Violet Academy to win and lose you, old lame!"

The dean of the Violet Academy is mobilizing the teaching staff of his own academy: "Everyone pays for their own academy to win. The kid on the ring doesn’t have much more than two heads, three hands, and a black iron. The dean doesn’t believe us. Twenty silver instructors in the academy can't handle him alone, and he can get tired from the wheel fight..."

　　 The female students who bought lottery tickets in the stands were overwhelmed, but the purchases were all that Violet Academy would win. Only a few of the instructors from Chenxi Academy who came to watch the game bought lottery tickets that Locke Academy would win.

The dean of the Violet Academy held a large stack of lottery tickets in his hand and sat next to Dean Weston and whispered: "...Although Teacher Wobath is only two silver stars, his sword skills are very strong. His first appearance is to test the true level of this boy named Locke. If he is really good at swordsmanship, then the strategy of my academy is to drag him down and use wheels to fight him to death...Look, Wabath is on the field. , He has rich experience in battles. He has participated in 18 duels and won 17...er..."

　　 Mr. Dean had high hopes for Instructor Wabath, and he slumped under Lorist’s feet, convulsing his limbs. This, this is too fast, I didn't even see how it fell, and even Lorist hadn't drawn his sword yet. The dean was like a duck whose neck was wiped, and the chattering stopped, and he was so shocked that he could not speak while pointing at the ring.

　　 Fatty Shi walked quickly onto the ring, checked it, and announced loudly: "The chin has been hit hard, and the person is unconscious, the next one."

　　 Within half an hour, all twenty silver instructors from the Violet Academy were taken off the ring. Lorist even yawned in the ring.

　　 The beautiful trainees who sold lottery tickets hugged each other and cheered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The law enforcement disciples who were on guard in the training hall also raised their swords and shouted the slogan "Learning Locke...Silver is invincible!"

　　 Dean Weston in the stands was sullen and silent, severely tore up the lottery ticket in his hand, stood up and left without making a hello to Dean Levins. Those in the stands from other academies who came to watch the game also left frustrated.

　　 The dean of the Violet Academy was dumbfounded, his face was earthy, he didn't notice the lottery ticket floating on the ground. How could it be possible that the twenty silver instructors in his college lost so easily, and they were knocked to the ground as soon as they met each other, and the most powerful thing was only to take the three tricks of Locke...

　　 Lorist pulled Fatty Shi in a hurry: "How many challengers will you inform the duel tomorrow?"

　　 Fatty Shi said: "Twenty, the same number as today."

　　 Lorist slammed his mouth and said, "Too few, so let's increase to fifty people next time. Get off the clock early."

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　　 Bill Butler’s diary: March 2nd, 167 years in the Union calendar, sunny. I lost a gold coin today. Unexpectedly, the Violet Academy was so useless, and the twenty Silver Classes could not defeat the Locke Class. But tomorrow is different. They are all famous silver mercenary masters outside, and they are not comparable to those who have been boasting about in the academy all day. Fortunately, the odds on the plate have not changed, and it seems that I can win the coins back.

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