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Chapter 481 Nine Fencing Ways to Overturn Loneliness

Human cognition always develops as things change, such as the current Monroe.

In Monroe's eyes, Baron Dempsey was once a demon.

If it weren't for this devil, I wouldn't have become a slave and lost my personal freedom; I wouldn't have lived such a miserable life, doing all kinds of heavy work every day, but still not getting enough to eat; let alone being caught here , afraid that at some point, like those poor companions, he would be killed by a foreign race that came out of nowhere.

In the eyes of Monroe, a formerly honest citizen who had no enemies, Baron Dempsey was undoubtedly the most hated person in the world.

But now he realized that he was wrong.

There is still someone in this world who is more hateful than Dempsey, and that is Barton.

"He doesn't treat us like human beings!"

A lowered voice came from beside him, the tone of voice was full of anger, thin and soft, it drilled into Men Luo's ears.

Monroe didn't speak, but just stared at the jar of things in his hand, and there was also repressed anger and anger burning in his eyes, like a raging flame.

The thing in the jar is dirty green muddy water, sticky and sticky, and exudes a strange smell, a bit like the smell of some insect corpses after being exposed to the sun. It can't be said to be foul, but it's definitely not good. Smell, it will not make people appetite.

That's what they're having for dinner tonight...

In fact, Monroe had hoped for Barton's sudden promotion and becoming their master. After all, everyone is a "colleague" anyway. Barton should be able to understand their pain as slaves, and he will not be like Temple in terms of daily treatment. Was he as harsh as he was on them?
But Monroe found himself thinking too much.

If it is understandable that Barton tattooed them before and made them the laughing stock of everyone (Maybe Barton just wants to help everyone tide over the difficulties in a way he thinks is correct and effective?), so now this dinner Just can't say enough.

What Dempsey gave them was pig food, but what Barton gave them was even worse than pig food!
This made Monroe so angry that he wanted to find Barton and reprimand him face to face! ——The experience of being a "colleague" with Norman made him a little uncomfortable with the current change of identities between the two parties. He still seemed to feel subconsciously that he could talk to Norman on an equal footing.

However, Monroe moved his hips and was about to sit up from the ground when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the soldiers standing aside. After a long distance past the figures of those soldiers, Barton was sitting there having dinner.

For some reason, Monroe felt a chill in his heart, and immediately put down the raised buttocks just now.

This long distance and the cold gazes of the soldiers passing nearby made him finally realize that today's Patton is no longer the Patton of yesterday.

He is now Lord Button and their master. They can do whatever he says. What right do they have to resist?

This clear understanding made the anger in Monroe's eyes gradually cool down, and finally became cold and desolate.

Murmur
Monroe resigned himself to eating the dinner in front of him, swallowing big mouthfuls, on the one hand because the lunch still kept them from eating as usual, and they were already very hungry, on the other hand, it was to quench his heart's desire. anger.It's just that the taste of these foods is really not very good, bitter, sour and astringent, but so what?It's better than going hungry.

As with Monroe, so with other slaves.

Although they were very angry that their new master was so mean, but no one wanted to make trouble with their own stomachs, so in the end they all resigned to their fate and finished their food.

After dinner, it's time to rest.

Monroe lay down and rested early as usual, but he didn't know whether it was because of the lack of work today, or because of the burning bonfire not far away, he turned over and over for most of the day. Asleep—ordinarily, after a day's work, he wished he could fall asleep on his bedding.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Monroe still couldn't fall asleep. Instead, something happened to his stomach.

His stomach was slowly distending, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

I couldn't fall asleep at first, and now I can't sleep even more.

Monroe simply got up, passed by the slaves one by one, walked to a corner of the camp, squatted down, and started to defecate - in his opinion, if his stomach hurts, he must defecate.

But when it was weird, Monroe squatted for a long time and couldn't pull out anything, but his stomach was still swollen.

Monroe may not know the word "constipation", but he is obviously very experienced in this kind of situation, so he is not in a hurry, just squatting like this, intending to dawdle until the dirty things are pulled out.

Waiting for shit is a very boring thing. While squatting, Monroe's eyes unconsciously swept around, turning his head many times to the dark forest behind him.

This was the aftermath of the night attack last night, which made Monroe always feel that a group of alien races would suddenly rush out there.

However, the foreign race did not rush out from there after all. On the contrary, under Monroe's gaze many times, he found that there seemed to be something in the thin grass not far from his heels, showing a different color from the grass.

Out of curiosity, Monroe looked at the place a few more times.

There is indeed something there, under the afterglow of the bonfire not far from the camp, it reflects a different color from the grass.

Driven by curiosity, Monroe moved his steps a few times, moved to the side of the pile of grass, stretched his arms and fumbled out the thing. After getting it in his hand, he realized that it was a book! ?
Monroe, who grew up in the city, clearly knew that books were an extremely expensive item, something that only rich people could have, and it was a symbol of aristocratic status.Although in the past six months, with the arrival of a chamber of commerce called Nikaheim, the price of books has been greatly reduced, but for a former craftsman like him, books are still a luxury.

It made Monroe very happy to pick up a book after shit. After all, it was a luxury item, and everyone was happy to find a sudden windfall.But what Monroe was more curious about was why there was a book here in this wilderness.

Did any adult accidentally drop it when passing by here?Or did the aliens who attacked last night fall when they hurriedly retreated?

Monroe didn't know, he just looked at the cover of the book through the dim afterglow of the bonfire and moonlight, and there were a few words written in the common language on it.

Flip the lonely nine fencing ways.

Flipping the Lonely Nine... Fencing the Way?
Monroe's heart skipped a beat.

Although he doesn't understand what flipping loneliness means, is it happiness?However, he still knows how to fencing. That's what Barton and Lord Tang En learned before, which can also be called swordsmanship.

And below the phrase on the cover, a name was written on it in a smaller lingua franca.

Grand Knight Einstein Howard Ben Wallace.

This is apparently the name of the owner of the book.

Monroe had never heard of this name, but he still knew the prefix in front of the name.

Great knight!
This book actually belonged to a great knight? !

As a humble craftsman, Monroe may not be able to accurately understand what kind of existence the Great Knight is, but through the chanting of the bards, he also knows that the Great Knight is very powerful, which is even stronger than many mages. All must be powerful, even the noble duke must pay respect to the great knight!

Monroe's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing became disordered.

After taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down a little, and then opened the book, and saw that many words were also written in common language on the first page of the book.

"My opinion on swords."

"A good sword is very helpful to a knight. When I was 15 years old, I had no opponents in Preston with an extremely sharp sword. The sword is inferior to me and lost to me."

"When I was 20 years old, I got a magic sword inherited from ancient times. With this powerful ancient magic sword, no knight in the entire south of the mainland could defeat me. But I finally abandoned it because I Using it to accidentally hurt a righteous person makes my heart very disturbed."

"When I was 30 years old, I found a large piece of iron that fell from the sky, and spent three years polishing it into a sword, a sword without an edge. With this sword without an edge, I I have traveled all over the continent and defeated everyone, even the Dragon King can't block my sword."

"When I was 40 years old, I abandoned the sword without a sharp edge. Since then, a branch or a leaf is the sharpest sword in the world in my hands. From this, I finally understand the meaning of swordsmanship. The real meaning is to finally reach the realm where having no sword is better than having a sword.”

……

Monroe looked down all the way, and what he saw was a surge of emotion, his heart beat more intensely, but his eyes were melodious, as if following the records in this book, he had also entered the era recorded in that book.

He seems to be following the great knight Einstein, watching how he is invincible all over the world, even the Dragon King bowed his head in front of him!
What kind of pride is that...

After Monroe thought about it for a while, he came back to his senses and continued to read.

"The following is the comprehension of all the swordsmanship I have recorded in my life. I hope that someone who is coincidental can pick it up, so that these swordsmanship of mine will not accompany me to be buried in the long river of history."

Monroe looked at these few lines, his head was getting bloodshot, his eyes were getting hotter, his expression was getting more and more excited, and his body couldn't help shaking.

What's the meaning?This means that this book records all the sword skills of the great knight Einstein who can defeat the Dragon King?If he could learn it, wouldn't he be like Lord Tang En... no, much stronger than Lord Tang En? !
In that case, I don't have to be a slave anymore, maybe I can become a knight, a nobleman, or even a duke!
Thinking of this, Monroe couldn't wait to continue flipping through the book, and he saw that the book did indeed record the great knight's sword skills.

It was a page of patterns, on which were the shapes of human beings, posing one by one, beside and inside the human patterns, there were also various arrows pulling, and some short common language were used beside the arrows. Make a note to tell the reader what these arrows mean and what to do.

What shit is there!

Monroe jumped up excitedly, he didn't want to shit anymore, and wished he could immediately start practicing as recorded in the book.And it was strange to say that after such a while, his stomach didn't hurt anymore, and at the same time, some abnormal changes occurred in his body.

If Monroe pays close attention to his body, he will find that his strength has suddenly inexplicably increased. Unfortunately, all his thoughts are now focused on the "Nine Fencing Ways to Flip Loneliness" in his hands, and there is no Take note of this.

After Monroe fastened his trousers, he was about to go back to the camp. He had to read the book clearly by the light of the fire, so as not to miss something, which would be bad.But as soon as he took a step, he immediately realized something was wrong.

This book "Nine Ways of Fencing to Flip Loneliness" was his adventure and his great secret. How could he just go back with such a self-conscious attitude? Wouldn't it be bad for others to see it?If this matter got to Barton's ears, it would be even more serious, that guy might come to snatch it!
Thinking of this, Monroe stopped, not only did not return to the camp, but took two more steps outside, making his figure more hidden in the darkness.Then he randomly found a branch on the surrounding ground, and practiced following the things recorded in this book.

But when it comes to this, I have to "thank you" to Mr. Button.

If it wasn't for him to prevent these slaves from escaping in the middle of the night because they were afraid of being attacked, he had someone deliberately set up a raging bonfire in the slave camp to supervise them, he might really not be able to see the contents of this book clearly here.

Hmph, this Mr. Barton's sinister intentions have also played some good roles.

But Monroe just thought about it for a while, and he quickly abandoned these distracting thoughts, followed the patterns in the book, and practiced there with a rotten branch.

Monroe now deliberately hides himself in the dark, blocking others from seeing him, but he also blocks many of his own perspectives, so he didn't notice that it was not too far away from him. There was also a person who was swaying non-stop in the dark.

The man didn't hold a branch in his hands, but kept making gestures with his palms, and his feet moved with his body. He would stop from time to time, bend down and pick up an open book on the ground to read for a while.And if you turn to the cover of the book in that person's hand, you can see a word written in the common language.

"Eighteen Palm Movements to Subdue the Dragon Clan"

The signature below the name is Grand Knight Guevara.

(End of this chapter)