The Sun Never Sets In Spain

Alfonso got up early the next day and started morning exercises. Even though he did not fall asleep until midnight last night, he still felt energetic.

It seems to be a small welfare for the traverser. Since he traversed this month, his body has gradually strengthened, and his swordsmanship has also been rapid. Even if he is an active guard, he can stay one-on-one at the age of 11 years old.

Although there may still be a gap between the physical fitness of adults and adults, it is not much different, and the resilience is extremely strong. Even if the physical strength is exhausted when fighting with others, the rest can recover more than half of it after ten minutes of rest.

Alfonso died of illness in history, and he should have no troubles in this aspect in his life.

Not only that, but his appearance and memory are gradually improving. In history, Alfonso has inherited his mother's genes. It can only be said to be mediocre, but he can already be called a handsome boy in this life.

On the training ground, swords, swords and shadows, two heavily armed swordsmen are in a duel, both sides use sabers (also known as sabers).

I can see one of them is only 1.4 meters tall, but he is hitting the 1.8 meters tall man on the opposite side.

Alfonso is engrossed, the opponent occupies an absolute height advantage. When the saber is slashed down, it is extremely powerful and it is impossible to block it. Once it hits it, it will be over.

Unable to use force to confront, he used his flexibility to the extreme, attacking from left to right, and the opposite side was breathless with the storm-like attacks.

The guard was tired of parrying. Whenever he wanted to raise his sword and slash it, his next sword had already arrived, and he had to disrupt his posture to meet this sword.

...

"Zheng!" It was another sword collision.

The tip of the sword touched the ground to support the weight of the person, "I lost." It was not the guard who had been pressed and beaten, but Alfonso, who had always seemed to have an advantage.

In order to gain the initiative, he had to attack continuously, otherwise he would not be able to dodge all attacks from the opponent once he turned to the defender.

But after all, the young man's physical strength is limited, and he has been sweating in less than ten minutes of fighting, and he is unable to fight anymore.

Although he lost, the guards onlookers all clapped "pap pap". The captain of the guards said with admiration: "His Royal Highness has mastered the essence of the saber. In my opinion, wait until When your Highness reaches adulthood, no one in the noble duel circle will be your opponent!"

Alfonso smiled, waiting to respond: "I..."

"Okay! As rumored, His Royal Highness is a young hero. It seems that I will have a knight king in Spain. It is the blessing of the people!" A slightly feminine male voice interrupted with applause. Fangsuo's words.

Alfonso frowned. Why did the maid interrupt her morning exercise without reminding him?

Following the reputation, it turned out to be a middle-aged man dressed as a priest and Queen Isabella looking at him with a smile.

He felt even more disgusted when he saw this man. It was Father Clarit. He had met once before Isabella took him to pray. It really didn't make a good impression on him.

In his view, this priest was a typical religious liar who relied on the favor of the monarch and formed a party for private purposes.

However, Alfonso always believed that when he was unable to kill the other party, he should not have meaningless hatred. He put on a smile and walked over to Isabella and the others.

She was going to have a warm hug with the queen, but Isabella looked at him covered in sweat and gently avoided.

He didn’t care about it either. He stood there and smiled and said: "Mom, you came to see me to practice swords so early. It makes me happy, and Father Clarit, who hasn’t seen him for more than half a month looks even better, Lord Obviously bless you."

Father Clarit smiled and nodded: "It is said that the royal family is going to France for a holiday, so I rushed to see His Royal Highness the Prince. May the Lord bless you on your journey."

Obviously, the priest did not intend to go to France with them, and the rebels would not do anything to him as a clergyman if the rebels entered. At most, his power was weaker than before.

The purpose of this trip is mostly to get a familiar face in front of Alfonso, to prevent the Prince's Revenge from coming out in the future.

"Father Clarite originally planned to go to France with us. Considering that the people of Madrid need a dedicated person to spread the glory of the Lord, we also need someone to stay in Spain to preach the benevolence of the Bourbon dynasty. It was not easy. Persuaded him." Isabella introduced to Alfonso, hoping that her son would understand who the royal family can trust.

"..." Alfonso only felt that his mother really didn't have any talent for being a king.

The priest agreed: "May the Lord punish those traitors, they are the worst.

Please rest assured, Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince, I will always wait for the return of the Bourbon dynasty in Madrid, and pray for you day and night. "

Alfonso didn't bother to tell him more, just remember to return in the future, the priest is enough for the great purge.

"Mom, you came to me, are you leaving now?"

"Well, I have to interrupt your practice today. It took some time to contact France before, and it was only a day before the deadline given by the rebels. Once the time is up, they will attack the city. We better go quickly. The maid has already packed your things."

Having said that, Isabella looked at Alfonso's flushed face and sweat-soaked hair from practice.

"But it's not that rush, you first go take a shower and then come to the gate of the palace." The queen still has no sense of urgency.

Alfonso naturally had nothing to do. After saying goodbye, he separated from them and went to the bathroom in the palace.

Usually the maids will have hot water ready just when he finishes his morning exercises, but normally he will rest for a while and fight for two rounds. Today only has one round, so the water is still not good.

"Your Royal Highness... Your Royal Highness, the water is not ready yet." The two maids who were in charge of boiling the water panicked. They belonged to less important people, so they were not taken.

If it was normal, they wouldn't be so panicked, but everyone knew that the Bourbon dynasty was about to be overthrown. What if Alfonso wanted to kill them both before he left?

"...Don't be so panic, just bring the cold water over." Alfonso sighed slightly. From the two maids, you can see how unpopular Isabella's rule is, no wonder others are rebelling.

…

Alfonso was soaking in the bath, the stream of water ran across his arm, the streamlined muscles swearing their power.

Looking at the empty bathroom, he lightly clenched his fist, feeling that he was stronger today than yesterday, and muttered to himself: "Is this a golden finger? A month has changed me from a beginner to a skilled swordsman. The appearance is the same every week..."

He has a hunch that if he develops at this speed, he may be able to dodge bullets when he is an adult.