Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Some time ago, the enthusiasm for the recruitment of the Knights has gradually cooled down, and few people continue to talk about it.

Those thirty people were fed and housed at the Knights of the Round Table headquarters. They went through the training programs arranged by Thomas every day. They were so immersed that they rarely appeared in public view.

The intensity of the training was very high, and they were exhausted every day, but they all carried a burning passion in their hearts without complaining at all. They were even looking forward to seeing how much better they would be than before after the first round of training.

In addition to daily training, they will also have other tasks, such as guarding the gate, patrolling the surroundings, etc. These are all stipends.

With these thirty people joining, Abel and the others finally no longer have to do these jobs.

"You know, I heard that the person who performs best in training can enter the swordsmanship hall and choose a swordsmanship created by Lord Malcolm. I don't know if it's true."

On the first training ground, a person suddenly spoke, and his words instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Where did you get the news?"

That is sword skill, something that any professional is eager to pursue, and they pay great attention to it.

The man explained: "I heard Lord Marvin say it when he was chatting with someone that day. I even came up to say hello at that time. Lord Marvin didn't mean to shy away from me."

This sentence made everyone believe it to be true. Marvin assisted Thomas in managing the daily affairs of the Knights, and many things would be announced and executed by him. Since that sentence was said by Lord Marvin, he must be convinced.

"If you ask me, the one who is most likely to be qualified to enter the swordsmanship hall is Jessefor. That kid's training amount is twice as much as ours."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

"Speaking of which, didn't Mr. Taylor promise to give Jesse a gift? Do you know what it is?"

The others shook their heads, expressing their ignorance. Later, he looked for Jesse in the crowd and wanted to ask him face to face, but unfortunately he was not there.

——

The lord's private study.

It's not quite accurate to say it's a study. This room is just arranged to look like a study, but is actually a conversation room.

Ron sat behind the long table, one meter away from the front of the table, and Thomas stood respectfully. His body was slightly bent forward, and his face no longer had a serious expression, but looked soft and submissive.

"Has there been any result on the matter I asked you to investigate?" Ron's voice sounded indifferently.

"There are results, Lord Lord. This is the information I sent to the front line to collect. I guarantee it is accurate."

Thomas nodded immediately, took out a piece of information from his body, and handed it to Ron with both hands.

What he asked Thomas to investigate was the battle situation between Alfred Territory and Eugene Territory.

The information indicates the battle loss ratio between the two sides, as well as the combat layout, commanders, and effective strategies of Eugene's side from the beginning of the territorial war to yesterday. Finally, there are also which nobles in the kingdom are secretly supporting Earl Eugene.

These are clearly written on the information.

This information comes from a group of people secretly trained by Thomas, who lurk in the dark and are specifically responsible for this aspect of work.

The identity of the person who collected the intelligence was kept secret, and there were only two lists of personnel, one in Thomas's hands and the other in Ron's hands.

Except for the two of them and the informant himself, no one knows their true identities.

With the expansion of personnel, the intelligence agency will continue to improve. For now, Ron is very satisfied.

After reading this information, he nodded lightly, with a look of relief on his face. Thomas gradually showed his general style, with a strategizing attitude.

While gratified, Ron thought of another thing. Some time ago, Abel handed over a piece of paper and applied for the formal establishment of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table. To use an inappropriate metaphor, they are not recognized by the lord now, they are just a group of knights. 'Private organisations', they were only official when authorized by their lord.

After receiving the application paperwork, Ron did not immediately approve it, but he did not return it either.

It is written in the application document that there are twelve Knights of the Round Table, Abel, eleven of them plus Taylor.

The reason why Ron did not approve is also very simple. The meaning of the 'round table' is equality. Abel was originally the captain of others. He was one of the people closest to the lord in the Baron Mansion and had made many contributions. His identity The importance does not need to be elaborated too much.

Now, in order to fulfill Ron's expectations, he is willing to lower his status and become equal to his original subordinates. He is willing, but Ron will not agree.

This was not in line with his original intention.

Just like what he once said to Irene, there is no need to sacrifice to achieve something.

Ron didn't tell Abel the reason. Maybe he was still distressed now, and he didn't know whether he understood what he meant.

As for approving the establishment of the Knights of the Round Table, and still letting Abel manage them and be the 'captain' of others, why should they be called Knights of the Round Table?

What is the significance of this name?

I believe that Abel and the others understand the meaning of this name and want to work hard to fulfill Ron's expectations.

However, Ron would not agree to let Abel suffer.

Then Thomas left, and at Ron's instruction, he called for 'Muscle Man' ibuprofen. Why did you call him that?

Since the construction expert Master Colin moved into the mansion, the two of them had many conversations about how to exercise muscles. Master Colin is not only good at architectural design, but also has great experience in exercising muscles. The two have similar interests, so they have a good personal relationship.

After training, Ibuprofen would go to Colin to chat. When he got excited, Master Colin invited him to build a new mansion together, and categorically said that this was also one of the ways to exercise muscles.

It can be said that ibuprofen contributed a lot to the fact that the mansion was built so quickly.

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

When Ibuprofen squeezed through the door, Ron saw his figure, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and said: "You seem to be stronger."

It's more than just strong, it's just like a small mountain. It's not an exaggeration to call it a little giant.

Especially in Ibuprofen's two arms, the muscles are evenly distributed one by one, full of strength, and the chest is straight and slightly bulging.

Macho man!

I'm talking about men like ibuprofen.

"I'm scared. It's an honor for me to be praised by the lord!" Ibuprofen felt excited. Such a simple sentence was tantamount to recognition in his ears.

"Let's get started."

Ron said nothing more, just hoping that the ibuprofen would not just focus on the muscles in his body. After hearing his words, Ibuprofen stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head.

He knew he was tall, so he tried to keep his head down, showing great respect.

Time passed by, and half an hour later, purple light suddenly appeared in front of Ron's eyes, and ibuprofen received his first purple entry.

——[Hit the Cow across the Mountain (Purple): Your attack ignores any form of defense]

The description of the entry is very simple and easy to understand.

I didn't expect that ibuprofen would get such an entry. Combined with the muscles on his body, it might be very suitable for him in some aspects.

One punch at a time. If you can't kill him with one punch, hit him again.

Ron suddenly thought of the [self-aiming] that he had brushed for Anthony before. If these two entries were on the same person, wouldn't they be invincible?

Anyway, the purple entry is not the only one, let’s see if we can get it for both of them in the future.

Tell him what kind of power the ibuprofen has given him, and then continue to give him the second one. After all, it has only been half an hour, and it is still early before the end. Ron wants to take advantage of the good luck to win it in one go, but unfortunately it backfires. In desperation, he waved his hand to let him back down.

——

In the evening, Thomas took Abel, who looked sad, to the blacksmith workshop to have a drink with Hadey. Abel had been in this state for many days. He thought that this was not the way to go, so he tried to drink together to enlighten him.

On the way, I happened to meet Taylor and another person heading towards the blacksmith workshop. The two were so close that I could still hear their conversation.

"Mr. Taylor, where are you going to take me? I really don't need any gifts."

"Hmph, you want me to be a person who breaks my promise? Just follow me. You will never regret it when the time comes."

Taylor smiled confidently. The person following him was none other than Jesse. The Knights of the Round Table could not keep their word when they released it. It would smear the reputation of the Knights of the Round Table. Others had been urging him for a long time. He finally found the opportunity to end the training. The latter was brought out by Jesse.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, a voice came. The two turned around and saw Abel and Thomas walking from the side. Jesseff became a little nervous.

Taylor didn't care at all and told the truth.

"Oh, I understand what you call a gift, but it's really yours." Thomas smiled helplessly, having a new understanding of Taylor's shamelessness.

However, it was not easy for him to reveal it at this time. Instead, he had to cooperate with Taylor and said: "Then let's go together. Jesse, don't be restrained. Just treat it as a gathering with old friends. The gift that this guy Taylor has prepared for you is not simple. , but whether you can really get it depends on your 'strength', which of course refers to other aspects of strength."

Hearing this, Jesseff stopped refusing. It was obvious that Thomas' words were more effective than Taylor's.

The four people came to the blacksmith workshop and pushed in the door skillfully as if they were returning to their own home.

Taylor shouted: "Old man, get out all the good wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud and heavy voice came from inside, "What's it called? It's so noisy!"

Then, a short and sturdy figure walked out of it. Hadey took off his work tools and glanced at the people who came in. "Hey, you brought a new person here, what? You want to challenge me again? Not enough. watch."

Seeing this man, Jesseff looked puzzled, but Taylor had already stepped forward, naturally put his hand on Hadyi, and then introduced the two of them: "Master Hadyi, the chief forging master of the Baron House. The equipment we carry is all made by Lao Ha and is very strong.”

"Then this is Jessepher, a newcomer to the Knights. Don't underestimate him, old man. It's not easy to be favored by the lord."

Taylor whispered the last words to Hadyi. After hearing this, Hadey became solemn and nodded towards Jessefor.

Then he said to Abel and Thomas: "What about you? Are you here to drink too?"

Thomas smiled and said, "Who told Master Hadey to make delicious wine?"

Although he knew it was flattery, Hadyi just liked to hear it and said boldly: "You guys wait, I will go to the cellar to get wine."

After a while, Hadey came back, holding several large jars of wine in his hands. Taylor frowned when he saw this, "Old Ha, I have brought new people, so you can use these wines to entertain us." ?”

"Hmph, do you like to drink or not?"

Hadyi did not tolerate him at all. Everyone came to the small courtyard outside the workshop and sat around the small wooden table. The evening breeze was gentle and had a special atmosphere.

After everyone was seated, Thomas smiled and said, "Where's Mr. Jeff? I didn't see him tonight. If Frank is here, I won't be able to drink much without Mr. Jeff's story."

People who knew the inside story all smiled. One of Frank's hobbies was to listen to people tell stories. The more bizarre and outrageous they were, the more he liked to listen to them. As long as he listened to them, his "combat power" would increase rapidly. Once, he almost killed Hard. Yi Gan lay down.

Hearing this, Hadyi curled his lips and said, "He released summoning magic more than ten times in a row today. He was so tired that he went to rest early."

"Well? Mr. Jeff's illness has been cured?"

After arriving here, this was the first time Abel spoke. He was very sympathetic to Jeff's experience. Looking back, the first time Jeff released the 'Stone Meteor Technique' in front of them was when there were eleven of them plus one Ai. It was successfully performed with Lin's efforts.

"No way, it's still early."

Hadyi didn't say much. One jar of wine per person was not enough to get more. He looked at Jesse and said, "Since you are the one challenging me, you can start at any time."

"What challenge?" Jesseff looked confused.

"kindness?"

Hadyi turned to look at the other three people, "Didn't you tell him? Well, let me tell you, for those who come to my workshop, except for the orders of the lord, I will not build anything for anyone, even if you He is the king of the Kingdom of Carlo.”

"But I have a rule here, that is, if you beat me in drinking, I will build you the best equipment."

In his words, Hadyi revealed his absolute confidence. Except for that time when he almost overturned his car, no one had ever surpassed him in drinking capacity.

At this time, Taylor smiled and said: "You can rest assured about Lao Ha's forging skills. As long as you can beat him in drinking, just tell him what kind of equipment you want."

Hearing this, Jessefer finally knew what this 'gift' was. He raised his eyes slightly to meet Taylor's smiling face, this guy!

But, having said that, this is indeed a gift to him. Others did not have such an opportunity. He pondered for a moment, nodded, and said: "Master Hadyi, I'm ready, come on."

"readily!"

Hadey likes this kind of young people. The competition of drinking capacity is not about dry drinking, which is very boring. Taylor turned around and went to the inner room to get some food, including a plate of French fries.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to hide this." Taylor's eyes glowed.

But Hadyi said with a faint look in his eyes: "This was exchanged for Nancy with my blood."

Everyone: "."

Afterwards, Jessifer and Hadyi competed with each other over their drinking capacity. At first, Hadyi seemed relaxed and drank both bottles quickly.

After the fifth stage, when Hadey saw that his opponent's face was not red and out of breath, he knew he had met his opponent.

"Wait a minute, I'll bring you some wine."

Hadey came back again and brought new wine. After unpacking the wine, the aroma of the wine spread. Abel's expression moved and he looked up. He saw the wine in the jar was like a starry sky, as beautiful as a picture.

"This seems to be the Starry Night Wine of the Star Brigade. How come you have it, Master Hadyi?"

Chelsea, the leader of the Star Brigade, once sent several bottles of Starry Night wine to Ron, but he was not a drinker, and the wine he sent was later given to Abel and the others as rewards.

"This Starry Night Wine was created by me. As long as I have the raw materials, I can brew it." Hadyi chuckled, and then looked at Jessefor, his eyes full of fighting intent.

The night passed.

The small courtyard was filled with wine bottles. Hadyi lay drunk on the table and fell unconscious. Tiny and inaudible sounds came from his mouth from time to time. Judging from his appearance, it was impossible for him to work today.

Across the table, Jessef frowned and shook his head, seemingly feeling uncomfortable. Compared to Hadey, he looked in better shape. It was obvious that this drinking contest was Jessef's final victory.

Thomas, who was watching the whole process, looked solemn. He looked at Abel, "Captain."

Abel nodded heavily.