Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Just as Harvey guessed, after Anthony knew what kind of power he had been given, he wanted to find a suitable opponent.

And no one is more suitable to be his training target than Malcolm. His all-encompassing sword skills are overwhelming, but he seems to be just able to restrain him.

The two faced each other with swords. Anthony attacked first with a smile on his face, and the duel began.

Dang Dang.

Sonorous.

The sound of swords continued, and the two fought back and forth, parrying each other's attacks. After two or three moves, they exchanged offense and defense.

Everyone was stunned. Is this still Anthony?

What a fierce batch.

Only third-level Abel and Sig saw something. Every time Anthony attacked or parried, he completed it with an unconventional movement and wonderful timing, as if he knew the opponent's attack location in advance.

Malcolm relied on his superb swordsmanship to prevent Anthony from attacking him, but he was helpless against Anthony.

Every time he made a move, it seemed as if he had been seen through and always came back in vain, which made Malcolm feel aggrieved.

Similarly, although Anthony can block Malcolm's sword time and time again, he will also be blocked by the opponent when attacking.

In general, no one can do anything to the other. Even so, Anthony was very excited.

The two stopped competing. Malcolm looked at Anthony's arrogant expression and wanted to say a few words. Sig walked up eagerly and said with a smile: "Anthony, I'll be your sparring partner."

Anthony was definitely unwilling at first. After the competition with Malcolm just now, he was full of confidence, but he still said: "Then you can't use the fighting spirit armor."

Sig smiled kindly and said, "No problem."

Then Anthony continued to compete with Sig, looking at Sig from a few meters away. Although Anthony's face was casual, he was actually very energetic.

After all, Sig is a third-level knight. The scene of fighting all of them alone is still vivid in his mind. There is no doubt about his strong strength.

Through the test with Malcolm just now, he had an understanding of his own strength, and the reason why he agreed to Sig was to see where his limits were.

"bring it on."

Anthony hooked his hand forward. As soon as he finished speaking, Sig's figure disappeared from his sight, and then his vision went dark, like a dull bell echoing in his brain.

thump.

Anthony fell backwards, staring blankly at the blue sky, with a fist mark appearing in the center of his face.

What just happened?

Malcolm was stunned, not only him, but also the others had the same expression. At this time, Abel explained to everyone: "Anthony's attack and defense are not completely effective. As long as the opponent moves so fast that he can't see it, or uses a force that he can't resist, he can easily break through his defense." .”

After hearing this, Malcolm was thoughtful, and it was so fast that he couldn't see it. They were both at the second level of strength. It was difficult to do this when their strength was not much different.

But if you rely on sword skills, you may be able to break through the shackles of rank and use your second-level strength to display third-level or even stronger sword skills.

But is there such a combat skill in the world?

Malcolm's eyes showed determination. If there is no such thing in the world, then he will create it - unparalleled sword skills!

"According to the intelligence, Jim Fast is dead. Viscount Fast was furious and ordered a thorough investigation, but found nothing."

In the office, Joyce reported the intelligence from the investigation. After Ron listened, he asked doubtfully: "He is at war with us. Logically speaking, I am the biggest suspect. How can I investigate the case seriously?"

He didn't care about Jim's life or death, he was just surprised by Viscount Fast's behavior.

Joyce pursed her lips and said: "In the Fast territory, Jim Fast's reputation is not good. On the night of his death, a servant saw the daughter of Knight Commander Byron crying from his room. Just run out."

It turned out that there were too many enemies, Ron knew it, but that guy was really stupid. Knight Byron was the only third-order knight under Viscount Fast, and he actually persecuted his daughter?

Aren't you afraid that he will rebel to the death?

With Viscount Fast's treacherous character, he could have used Jim's death to ruin his reputation and accuse the King of the evil deeds of the Arnold family.

However, the king's cryptic attitude during the oath-taking ceremony prevented him from doing so. If people from the palace were really allowed to investigate, the troubles Jim had caused would soon be turned into documents and placed on the king's desk.

By then, it was not Baron Arnold who was in trouble, but himself.

Ron finished his work and did not leave immediately. Instead, he stayed for a while and listened to Joyce and Amelia's discussion.

The government affairs of a small territory are simply overqualified for Amelia. During the discussion between the two, it was Amelia who guided Joyce to think and come up with the simplest and most perfect solution. solution.

From the conversation between the two, Ron can also gain good insights and experience, making up for his knowledge blind spots.

Ron looked at Amelia who spoke with a cold voice.

Noble birth, exquisite and picturesque appearance, unparalleled resourcefulness, all are things that ordinary people can only hope for, but now they appear in one person at the same time.

She abandoned her status as a princess and came to a remote rural territory just to get something from herself. Ron originally thought that Amelia would not be able to help but ask him when he could give her the things, but the other party never made any move, which made the excuses he had found useless.

As if aware of the sight, Amelia turned her head and looked over. Ron stood up calmly, "I'm going out for a walk. There are documents that need my approval. I'll deal with them when I get back."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Joyce immediately stood up to see her off. When she sat back down, she saw Amelia's smiling expression. After a moment of silence, she asked aloud: "Your Highness, what do you want from the Lord? You might as well do it?" Speak up and I might be able to help.”

It had been a long time since Amelia came to Arnold's territory, but no one could ask her what she wanted.

She spared no effort to help rebuild the Arnold territory, and she seemed to have no objection at all. Joyce was worried. Although she regarded Amelia as a close friend and confidant, the person she served was always the lord. If he could ask about that thing from the princess, it would also put the lord's mind at ease.

Joyce's thoughts were easily exposed to Amelia, or she never thought that she could deceive the other party.

"No need, only the Baron can give me that treasure." Amelia smiled slightly.

On the other side, Ron left the office and walked on the corridor on the second floor, when two voices of conversation came in from the window.

"Ms. Vivian, please come with me to change into a different outfit. It's unseemly for you to do this."

This voice exudes seriousness from the inside out, and it is not difficult to imagine that the person who said this is a rigorous and serious person.

"Oh my, what does it matter? It's so hot, I'd better dress cooler. Miss maid, just turn a blind eye and let me go this time."

Another voice revealed laziness and charm inside and out. The moment the words hit my ears, a voluptuous beauty seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

"Miss Vivian!"

The tone of the previous voice became stern, "Please respect yourself, Miss Melitoya is still young, don't have a bad influence on her."

Ron came to the window and looked down. The two people in the courtyard downstairs were Diana and Vivian.

Vivian, who was being taught a lesson by Diana, looked lazy and casual. She wore a thin and slim-fitting knitted skirt, which highlighted her perfect figure.

Especially the fullness that is about to come out is particularly eye-catching.

"Don't worry, I will never wear it in front of little Meili." Vivian smiled coquettishly and cast a reassuring look.

Diana wanted to say that it would not work in front of anyone, but Vivian had already turned and left.

Regarding Vivian's behavior, Ron didn't feel it was right, but he didn't feel bad either. In the mansion, Vivian did not dare to use the witch's ability. As long as she did not do anything dangerous, Ron would not personally interfere or restrain her.

Diana and others would naturally remind them of some ordinary things in daily life, so there was no need for him to bother.

Based on his understanding, Diana would not give up. The next moment, he saw Diana chasing after her, pestering Vivian to change into a suitable outfit.

Ron stood by the window on the second floor and smiled at the scene. He looked away and continued to move forward. Every time he walked, he would meet an attendant or maid saluting him, with infinite respect in his eyes.

After passing through a quiet corridor, at the door of the hall on the first floor, Ron saw Egbert talking to a young man, Matt, who had been in the mansion for several months.

As far as Ron knew, because of his outstanding performance, Matt was promoted to a position in the mansion and managed some daily chores.

He walked towards the two men and heard their conversation from a distance.

"How could there be such a big seed? I wanted to drive him away, but that person just wouldn't leave."

"Are you sure you read it right? Even if it's a lie, you wouldn't use such poor acting skills, right?" Egbert said in a doubtful tone.

"Grandpa, don't you still believe me? It's really that big. Just follow me and see."

Matt said anxiously.

"what happened?"

Ron stopped, and the two immediately saluted when they saw him, and Egbert reported the matter to him.

Some time ago, Ron issued an order to purchase seeds that were not available in the territory at a price of 5 silver coins per catty.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the mansion that day, and a large number of new seeds were purchased and handed over to planting experts to plant in the vegetable garden.

In the next few days, there were many fewer people bringing seeds, but they became more and more precious and rare. Today, someone brought a seed that he had never seen before. Because it was too strange, Matt thought it was a liar, so he did not exchange the money for him.

"Let's go and see it together."

Ron listened to them and became curious about what kind of seeds were considered strange.

After a while, Ron came to the gate of the mansion. Frank was on duty today. He was talking to a man in thin clothes. The man was holding a black and round thing in his arms, which was as big as a basketball.

It is not difficult to tell from the man's clothing that he is a refugee from abroad.

Seeing Ron's arrival, the man immediately noticed him. Frank noticed the change in the man's eyes, turned around and immediately wanted to salute, but heard Ron ask: "Are you going to sell seeds?"

"Yes, it is."

The man looked nervous and showed the strange ball in his arms, "This is the seed I use to exchange."

Hearing this, Ron stared and his eyes fell on the ball. Are you telling me that this thing is a seed?

Now he knew the reason why Matt rejected the other party. No normal person would think it was a seed.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet, and the man was very uneasy. He shrank his head and secretly observed the expression of the young man in front of him. At this moment, he regretted it very much and should not have taken the risk.

"You said it is a seed, then tell me what kind of plant seed it is."

"have no idea"

Hearing the straightforward and decisive answer, Ron twitched the corner of his mouth and asked strangely: "You don't know why you thought it was a seed?"

The man hesitated for a while and said firmly: "It has all the characteristics of a seed, so it must be a seed."

Ron raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you do?"

The man was startled and replied tremblingly: "I am a brick baker."

"No, I'm asking what you were doing before you came here." Ron asked patiently. He confirmed that the other party was not a madman and had a certain level of knowledge, but he regarded this weird ball as a seed. He must have his reason.

"I used to farm in Alfred Territory." The man answered.

The man's answer was as expected by Ron. He nodded, "Bring it to me and show it."

"This seed is very heavy, so be careful." the man reminded.

Very heavy?

Ron stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly felt his hand heavy, with a look of surprise on his face. It was indeed very heavy, weighing at least twenty kilograms!

What the hell is this.

With a thought in his mind, a screen appeared in his field of vision.

【Seed (white)】

[Entry 1: (empty)]

——

It was really a seed, Ron was surprised, but unfortunately the item card did not show what kind of seed it was.

Since it is a seed, it meets the conditions for redemption, and Ron asked Egbert to make a deal with the man.

Weighing the giant seed, it was a full 23 kilograms, which meant that the man earned a total of 1 gold and 15 silver coins!

Ron was now a first-level transcendent. He held a giant seed in one hand and walked towards the mansion. He needed the plant experts to study what kind of seed it was.

After receiving the money, the man cried with joy. Unexpectedly, the exchange was successful. He was very curious about the identity of the young man and asked hurriedly: "Mr. Frank, who was that person just now?"

Frank looked at him strangely and said: "That is the Lord. You are lucky enough to meet him, but you must keep the money and don't show it easily."

Hearing this, the man's face turned red, his eyes widened, and his mouth trembled with excitement.

After moving the giant seed to the open space of the vegetable garden, a group of experts came to watch. When they learned from Ron that it was a seed, they all showed shocked expressions.

"What kind of seed is this? How can it be so big?" They had no doubts about Ron's words, because there was no need to doubt them.

The experts rushed to discuss, and Ron became more interested in this giant seed. He invited people who might know the origin of the seed, including the princess Amelia, the witch Vivian, and Nancy from the elf family.

It's a pity that none of them knew about this kind of seeds, and now Ron was more than just interested.

"Lord, please allow us to study it." The experts asked with ashamed expressions.

Ron nodded in agreement.