So I'm a sheep.

"No, that kid is incredibly naughty and hasn't settled down yet."

Vernon said with a forced smile, "When that time really comes, you see..."

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"Haha, this little girl seems quite bright. Okay, I'll keep an eye out for her!"

Ignoring Vernon's profuse thanks, the old butler led the father and daughter to the backyard.

"prick--"

"You need to be a little ruthless; you can't even kill a chicken properly."

"Stab upwards, stab in the middle, stab downwards, don't stop until I tell you to!"

A woman was instructing the young master of the Alec family. Her face was deeply wrinkled, and her brows were slightly bitter, indicating that she had suffered a lot in life.

Without disturbing them, the old steward unlocked the warehouse and then instructed Vernon to unload the firewood.

"Pile them in the corner, don't let them take up space."

"kindness"

The man nodded and quickly got to work.

Seeing that her father didn't need her help, Sasha watched the boy practice with great interest.

Spike, spike, spike.

Thrust upwards, thrust in the middle, thrust downwards.

Sasha didn't understand swordsmanship, but she also felt that the lazy and light-footed stabbing style of the young master of the Alec family was not very interesting.

'I grabbed a hoe and knocked him to the ground in a few strokes!' The girl laughed and treated it as a joke.

The female swordswoman was immediately annoyed when she noticed Sasha's expression.

"stop!"

With a shout of "Stop!", the woman drew her sword.

"I'll demonstrate it for you, watch carefully."

"Okay, teacher," the young master said listlessly.

Take a few steps back and adjust your posture.

He crouched slightly, and then—

The boy's thrusts had only managed to pierce the tree bark, but the female swordsman's thrust was ruthless and swift; with a whooshing sound, half of the sword tip pierced the tree trunk.

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The boy clapped perfunctorily. He knew the teacher's stab was powerful, but he had seen it many times before, so he wasn't surprised.

Sasha, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at the sword marks on the tree trunk. She blinked and then cast an admiring glance at the female swordsman.

Hum

The woman straightened her back and felt much better.

Don't think she's boring. She spends all her time teaching a student who isn't very talented or enthusiastic. She needs to find some fun every now and then.

"Sasha, let's go."

By this time, Vernon had finished unloading the wood. He patted his daughter's head and asked, "Are you still hungry? Would you like another biscuit?"

"I want to buy a toy!"

The father and daughter quickly walked away, and no one paid them any attention.

"..."

'That brat from the Alec family is really not cut out for swordsmanship.'

As Aman slowly walked out of the Baron's mansion, he thought with some melancholy: Who should I pass on all my skills to in the future?

When she was young, she was unwilling to accept her fate of marrying an old man who was older than her father, so she stole some money from her family and ran away to make her own way in the world.

Life soon dealt her a harsh blow. Not only was her purse stolen, but she was also sold to a bandit stronghold in the mountains to be his wife.

Later, things finally turned around. Several wandering knights joined forces to destroy the bandit's den, and he also ran into his master...

He diligently practiced swordsmanship and hated evil as if it were his enemy.

Life has dealt me ​​another harsh blow, and I've come to realize that I don't have the ability to be so fiercely righteous.

Then, it's just a matter of getting by.

I've been drifting through life, and now I'm practically half-buried in the ground.

'Perhaps if I had accepted my fate from the beginning, I would have had a better life.'

Aman was feeling down. She thought of that brat from the Alec family and suddenly felt a surge of resentment.

I've paid a heavy price to acquire this mediocre skill level I have now.

For just a few silver coins, I gave them everything I had, but they didn't even value it!

Fate is unfair, fate is unfair!

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Aman, with his dark face and menacing appearance, walked by, frightening countless children to tears.

Just as her mood was improving considerably, a burst of laughter reached her ears.

Looking sideways, I realized it was the father and daughter who had brought firewood.

The little girl was overjoyed with the wooden sword, while the man pushed the cart beside her, his face beaming with smiles.

"..."

Having no intention of causing trouble, Aman's expression even softened considerably.

I remember my father was very good to me when I was a child.

Unfortunately, she has too many children. Unfortunately, she's the eldest!

Just as he was about to look away, the little girl suddenly crouched down slightly and thrust her sword forward with all her might.

"Excellent, excellent swordsmanship!"

The man kept praising her, though he couldn't really see what was so great about her; he was just happy as long as his daughter was happy.

However, Oman realized how powerful it was!

The sword-wielding posture was exactly the same as hers back then, and the moment she thrust the sword, a fierce look appeared on the little girl's face.

Aside from the inaccuracy in applying force, Aman felt that the thrust was absolutely flawless.

Volume 1: Chapter 612 This winter is particularly cold

Could the daughter of a woodcutter be a one-in-a-million swordsmanship genius, and why did I happen to encounter her?

Aman stared blankly at the departing father and daughter, subconsciously taking a step forward, but quickly pulling back.

Should we stop that little girl and directly ask her to become our apprentice?

No, no, that's too abrupt.

The villagers are ignorant; if I do this, I might just scare them.

Moreover...

Judging her as a genius based on just one stab seems a bit hasty.

'There's plenty of time; let me observe further.'

Aman returned home with a heavy heart, and for the next two weeks, she conducted a detailed investigation into the family that delivered firewood to the Baron's mansion.

Vernon, male, thirty-five.

He was widowed and had two daughters named Lachesis and Sally, though those around him, including Vernon himself, usually referred to them as Eldice and Sally.

Their family was considered a prominent household in the village. The eldest daughter (General Yang) was sensible and capable, and well-liked by the villagers. The second daughter was a wild girl who was good for nothing but eating.

However, it was the second daughter who accompanied her father to the Baron's mansion to deliver firewood that day.

'Her name is Sally, and it's just so, so exquisite!'

She's not the daughter of some noble family, it's just bizarre that a wild girl would be given such a name.

And her sister is the same, Lachesis, whose elegant name sounds even better than the princess's.

Aman is making baseless accusations; I don't know what got into their parents to cause their daughter so much trouble.

Yes, in her opinion, this is just adding to her frustration.

If my daughter falls for someone from out of town in the future, and mentions this name, won't that person immediately have more reservations?

But...

'Hey, we don't mainly look at the name when taking on apprentices; she really has a great personality.'

The wild girl whom everyone in the village disliked was a treasure in Aman's eyes.

It's good to be a tomboy. If a girl isn't a little wild, would she dare to wield a sword and kill someone?

If she were as quiet as her sister, she wouldn't be a swordsman at all!

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Two weeks later, Vernon arrived on time to deliver the firewood.

However, his daughter did not come along this time.

Aman was greatly disappointed, but upon reflection, it made sense. In the freezing cold, she could deliver firewood herself; there was no need for her daughter to suffer with her.

'I'll have to wait until next year to find another opportunity.'

"Teacher Aman, it's so cold. In the past, we would always be inside by the fire in winter, listening to you recount your glorious achievements. Why are we practicing swordsmanship in the backyard this time?"

The young master of the Alec family had a runny nose from the cold, and he said pitifully, "My hands are frozen, or... or..."

"Go back inside. Today is just a test of your willpower."