Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 10 Invitation

Hundreds of years ago, the Ferro Empire had not yet split, and the present-day Kingdom of Gondor was just a duchy.

According to the records.

That was an era that produced a great number of talented people.

The flourishing of martial virtue gave rise to many legendary figures.

Among them was a swordsman named Meyer, who was revered as the Sword Saint, and whose swordsmanship was unique.

The Sword Saint Meyer first determined eight paths for longsword slashes, so that no matter which direction a practitioner initiates a slash from, they can maintain themselves in the process of transitioning from one momentum to another.

In other words, it means that it is always in a state where it can switch between attack and defense methods at will.

This is an unprecedented achievement.

The eight routes may seem simple, but when combined, they can create endless variations, leading to a wide variety of sword techniques.

The Gale Sword Technique belongs to this school.

Hold! (One hand or two hands, upright or reversed)

Stance! (Defensive)

Slash! (Attack)

Finally, there are combat techniques that can only be used after mastering swordsmanship!

Karl was sweating profusely, his body radiating heat, and the broadsword in his hand seemed to swirl around him like a whirlwind.

The sharp sword strikes could shatter anything that came near.

"drink!"

"ha!"

Unlike the absolute rationality and perfect control one has in that mysterious place, practicing swordsmanship in the real world is much more difficult.

Fortunately, I still have the experience from before. It's just that the way I exert force is a little unfamiliar. With more practice, I can still replicate it.

"Whoosh!"

Combat Technique - Gale Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air and slashed across each other.

"call……"

Carl stopped what he was doing, his face beaming with excitement.

"Master swordsmanship there first, and while your body still has some muscle memory, return to reality to practice."

"The experience and memory are still there, so even if you can't reach the same level, you can still achieve twice the result with half the effort."

At a normal pace, even if he became a knight's squire, it would take him at least a month to reach his current level of swordsmanship.

Even longer.

right now,

Within a few days, he was able to consistently cast three afterimages, a feat comparable to many knights and squires.

"That's not all!"

Karl loosely clenched his fists, feeling the power in his body, and had an urge to smash through a wall with his fist.

"Because you can perfectly control your body, you can absorb the medicinal power to the maximum extent when taking the secret medicine there."

"The effects of practicing breathing techniques are also better."

"If I were to take the secret medicine here, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stabilize my knight squire level yet."

With the help of that mysterious place, in just a few days, Karl's physical fitness and swordsmanship skills had reached the level of a knight's squire.

and,

Their strength is still in a period of rapid growth.

If the Gale Slash can create four afterimages, it is already quite powerful even among knight squires.

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When people are happy, they are in high spirits. Even when it's time to go back to work after the holiday, Carl can still wear a smile.

The red and white uniform was a little too big on him, but it couldn't hide his high spirits.

She straightened her clothes in front of the mirror; the Bergman family crest, embroidered on her collar, was particularly eye-catching.

Every noble family has its own unique coat of arms.

The Bergman family's coat of arms is the clover, a common sight along roadsides.

Some say that clover is chosen because it symbolizes an indomitable and tenacious vitality.

Actually, that's not the case. It's just that Carl's grandfather was uneducated and too lazy to think things through, so he just picked it randomly.

Upon closer examination, a true noble coat of arms requires feathers, a crown, a shield area, and a top banner with a motto, among other things...

"I'm just a minor baron, I don't even have my own territory yet, so don't be too fussy."

Shaking his head, Karl stepped out the door.

Patrol Hall.

"Baron Karl!"

"Hello!"

"Baron, you've arrived."

"Um."

"..."

Very few people are of commoner origin to be able to work in the Patrol Office, but nobles are still a minority.

The news that Karl had inherited his father's title had already spread, and people were greeting him much more warmly when they met.

"Karl!"

"Commander Diana."

Carl stopped in front of the strikingly beautiful woman.

"At the end of the month, Earl Renekton will be holding a coming-of-age ceremony for his son at his estate outside the city, and he has invited all the nobles in the city to attend." Diana handed over an exquisite invitation:

"My cousin Martha will be there too."

"Um?"

Carl frowned:

"Sir, I really have no plans to get married right now."

"Whether you have it or not, we can get in touch first. It won't waste much of your time." Diana said expressionlessly.

"Or are you planning to decline an invitation from a count?"

"This..." Karl sighed, accepting the invitation:

"All right!"

"Don't look so wronged." Diana twirled her beautifully crafted cane and gently tapped him.

"With the wealth of the Martha family, they are more than worthy of a baron without land."

"Yes."

Carl nodded.

He doesn't deny that.

After saying goodbye to Diana, a large, plump figure rushed over and hugged him tightly with open arms.

"Karl, you're finally back! You have no idea how bored I've been without you!"

"Kerry!"

Carl laughed:

"You've gained weight since I last saw you."

"Hehe..." Kerry let go, took a step back, and scratched his head:

"I haven't gained much weight."

Carey's father was also a baron, but unlike Karl, he had several brothers and sisters, and his eldest brother was the designated heir to the title.

Titles and property were irrelevant to him, so even though he was an inspector, he still lived a very frugal life.

The two joined the patrol office one after the other, and were not well received either, so they naturally banded together for mutual support.

"Walk!"

Kerry waved:

"Let's go get a drink."

The inspectors' job was easy; they just came in every day to register, and then they could leave under the guise of an inspection.

of course.

When it's your turn to be on duty every few days, you must be there.

Have you heard?

On the way, Kerry whispered:

"It's been decided. The Grand Duke of Saxony will take over command of the army that will attack Coburg, and soldiers will be recruited again."

Every marquis and earl had their own grand duke to follow, and with Cambyses' death, the nobles under him naturally did not want to continue serving after a replacement.

There is a shortage of soldiers, so they will definitely be conscripted again.

"Um."

Carl had anticipated this and asked:

Do you think they'll draft us?

"Probably not." Kerry shook her head.

"Even if we recruit from Signoria, we won't recruit inspectors. Who will maintain order if we leave?"

"Too."

Carl felt a little relieved.

Although inspectors are mostly just for show, it wouldn't look good if they weren't there.

"But did Grand Duke Cambyses really die of illness? He was only in his fifties, which is the prime of a knight's life, let alone a legendary knight."

"I heard..." Kerry lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"The Grand Duke was burned to death!"

"Burned to death?" Karl's expression changed.

"Fire-stealers?"

"Maybe." Carey nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he turned the corner and bumped into someone.

"Ugh!"

Despite his large size, Kerry was actually quite weak; he fell backward with just a light bump.

Luckily, Karl helped him up, otherwise he would have been covered in mud.

"What's wrong with you?"

As soon as he regained his footing, Kerry couldn't help but shout angrily:

"Can't you watch where you're going?"

The other party was a fair-skinned young man. Upon hearing this, his expression darkened, and his triangular eyes narrowed slightly.

Swish!

moment.

Karl felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of dread washed over him.

Danger!

He instinctively grabbed Kerry beside him, took a step back, and looked on with surprise and doubt.

"Miles." Not far away, a carriage lifted its curtain, and a beautiful woman waved in their direction.

"Come here quickly."

"snort!"

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, and he gave Kerry a cold snort:

"You're lucky!"

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the carriage.

Kai's fat taut and his eyes filled with anger, but he did not stop the other party from getting into the carriage.

(End of this chapter)