Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"Uh..." Sofia's raised hand froze in mid-air, and she looked at the door that had not been closed yet, confused. As soon as she turned around, a golden figure threw herself into her arms like lightning.

"Aunt Zofia!"

"Maria? Are you okay? Also, don't call me aunt! Call me sister! I'm only five years older than you!"

Zofia forcibly separated the koala from herself and looked Maria up and down. She was neatly dressed and in a good mood. Except for her slightly flushed face and messy hair, she looked no different from usual, even more energetic.

only.....

She raised her head and looked behind Maria, at the man with long green hair and a smile on his face.

"Sister Zofia! Let me introduce you. This is my master, Roy. He is the one who defeated the Rusted Bronze Knight and was very popular in the newspapers recently. I have to tell you that she even fought a draw with my uncle!"

Zofia opened her mouth and suddenly felt that the amount of information was beyond her ability to process.

What's going on? Isn't Roy an enemy of Maenna? Wasn't Maria kidnapped? How did the situation suddenly reverse? Maenna suddenly ran away, and now she's calling him "Master". She's so sweet. Maria, if you're threatened, just blink.

Seeing that Zofia had an overloaded pig brain expression and stared at him for a long time without saying anything, Roy scratched his face in embarrassment.

As a tutor, he doesn't seem to be very popular. Just now, my uncle almost got chopped by a sword, and now my aunt is stared at. Are the Linguang family so cruel to outsiders, using both hot and cold violence?

After thinking about it, Roy decided to break the deadlock himself and introduced himself:

"Nice to meet you, beautiful Ms. Zofia. I am Roy. Please allow me to correct Ms. Maria's mischaracterization. I am not her master. I am just an ordinary tutor."

"Uh, is there any difference?" Sofia came back to her senses and asked with a strange expression.

Roy nodded as a matter of course, and explained righteously: "Of course there is a difference."

"Tutors have to be paid!"

"But we don't seem to have much money now." Sofia calculated the current assets of the Linguang family and replied.

Roy nodded in understanding. Actually, Viviana had already helped to pay for the tutor. Besides, he didn't expect to make money from Lin Guang. He didn't make money from the poor. He made money from whoever had money. But he had to collect a symbolic amount from Maria. After all, she was an old family. Who knew if he could get a few golden hairs from a lean camel?

Roy spread his hands and said, "I don't just take money. I can also get discounts on other things. Ms. Zofia, you don't want your niece to not be able to go to school, do you?"

Hearing this, Zofia immediately stood in front of Maria, her eyes alert, as if ready to draw her iconic whip blade at any time: "What are you going to do? I warn you, Maenna is still in the room! If you alarm him, you will not be able to leave the Linguang family!"

Mrs. Casimir, please calm down. If you continue talking like this, the following content will not pass the review!

Roy smiled secretly in his heart, waved his hand, signaled Zofia to relax, and said slowly: "It's okay, it's very simple, I want to have a game with you, how about it?"

"Of course, it's in private." Roy added in order to dispel Zofia's concerns.

Zofia hesitated for a moment, turned around, and found Maria pulling her skirt around her waist, staring at her with eager and pleading eyes.

Unable to persuade her niece, she could only nod and say, "I promise you, just this once."

ps: more updates in the evening

Volume 1: Chapter 18 Whip Education (Two in One)

"Master Roy, come on!"

"Ah, it's dangerous, it's coming from the left!"

"Dodged! Great! Master Roy is awesome!"

Listening to her niece's cheers and shouts as she watched the game outside the courtyard, Zofia suddenly understood why Mainna's face was so dark when she entered the house.

Little girl, Roy is your master, but I am your aunt, a relative, and blood is thicker than water! I don't ask you to just cheer for me, but at least be fair and just, don't be partial to one over the other, right?

I've been fighting for ten minutes, and I haven't heard you cheering for me once. Instead, my head is full of your voice cheering for Roy. You little bastard, why are you so mean! Not to mention Mauna, who seemed to have some prejudice against Roy, even Zofia, who claimed to be very tolerant, couldn't help but want to stop Roy first, go back and whip Maria's butt a few times, so that she could experience the value of a family tomb.

"Master Roy is really strong. Even if he didn't attack and only defended, Aunt Zofia couldn't do anything to him. 4? Master Roy still has time to count. Is he counting how many times he blocked Aunt Zofia's attacks?"

Hearing Maria's sigh of conviction, veins popped up on Zofia's forehead, her heart was in a mess, and her original rhythm of whipping was interrupted. In a hurry, she swung the whip, and the sharp blade drew a half moon in the air and slashed towards Roy's waist.

"5."

Before the attack, Zofia seemed to hear Roy lower his head and mutter something, but the move was already made and it was impossible to reverse it. She thought that Roy would do the same as before, bending down or taking a step back to easily avoid it, but she didn't expect Roy to suddenly turn defense into offense. His strength seemed to have suddenly increased by a level. Seizing the opportunity, the sharp blade in his hand that had been used for defense suddenly raised up with lightning speed. The amazing force knocked the whip blade that could not be retracted in time into the air, and then his palm rotated, easily tying the sharp long whip to his sword blade.

Zofia was startled and subconsciously wanted to pull back the weapon, and by the way, use the whip to take Roy's weapon away. However, she didn't expect Roy to be one step ahead of her and pull sideways. Caught off guard, the weapon slipped out of her hand, and she staggered and fell forward uncontrollably to the ground.

Fortunately, before her breasts were about to be stained by the mud in the courtyard, a pair of hands grabbed her waist from the side in time. Roy slowly helped her up again, bowed slightly to Zofia, who was still a little doubtful, and said:

"Thank you, Miss Zofia. I have benefited a lot from this duel."

Zofia finally came back to her senses from her trance, picked up the long whip on the ground, and seemed to realize something. She hugged her chest and quickly took three steps away from Roy. After confirming that there was no strange expression on Roy's face, she breathed a sigh of relief, frowned slightly, and said:

"Thank you. Maria is right. You are indeed very strong and are more than capable of teaching her."

She was not someone who refused to admit defeat. Although she had been influenced by Maria, the heartless bastard, in the battle just now, Roy's strength was unquestionable. He was able to block her whip blade without injury, and at the same time, he was able to find opportunities with ease and defeat the enemy with one strike. This was enough to prove that Roy's strength might even be above hers.

The reason why a possibility needs to be added is because she did not use the Originium technique.

Although she still doubted Maria's statement that Roy could beat Mainna, at least in terms of hard power, she had basically recognized Roy's ability as Maria's master. As for character, Zofia felt that there was no need to doubt the character of a man who could shout out the "Three Nos" principle and oppose the Business Federation after the Knight of Glory was exiled.

What's more, didn't Maenna have any objection?

Sofia looked up at Maina's room on the second floor. The curtains facing the courtyard were closed and it looked empty, but Sofia knew that the man with the weird personality was actually looking more and more the more he pretended not to want to see. He must be standing behind the curtains now, but she just didn't see him.

Although he was as humble as a Zarak in front of the company leaders, he had to save face in front of the children.

With a sigh, she turned around and looked at Roy. Like Maria who was cheering on the side, she still didn't understand one thing about the duel.

"Master Roy, why did you keep defending?" Maria asked first, and Zofia nodded.

Maria's mentality was an off-field factor. Roy was very strong, and he could have taken the initiative to end the battle quickly. But he just defended, as if he was deliberately prolonging the entire duel, which was illogical.

Unexpectedly, Roy nodded calmly and admitted, "I did it on purpose."

"Why?" Zofia frowned, her tone a little angry.

When a strong person fights a weak person, he deliberately hides his strength and creates a situation of equal strength, so that the weak person feels hopeful of winning, and then crushes this hope in one go for fun. This behavior is much more embarrassing than defeating the opponent directly at the beginning. It is more of a humiliation than respect.⑧

Being weak is one thing, being humiliated is another, and Zofia doesn't want Maria to learn bad things.

Facing Zofia's scrutinizing gaze, Roy nodded seriously and explained:

"I'm testing Miss Zofia's strength and endurance."

"Miss Zofia, the weapon you use is a whip blade. There is a saying among weapons that an inch longer is an inch stronger. Whips are also a unique weapon with a myriad of moves. They are not common among knights and can easily produce unexpected effects. I believe that you must have considered these two advantages when you chose it as your main weapon."

Roy said calmly, and just as Zofia nodded, he changed the subject, but the words came out

"However, this weapon also has its major disadvantages, the most notable of which is the consumption of physical strength. Swinging a whip is not like swinging a sword. A sword is a sharp weapon that can cut through wind and waves and slash through iron like mud, while a whip is a blunt weapon. It is large in size and consumes more energy than a sword. Although you have optimized it and made the [Whip Blade], you still cannot completely eliminate this defect. Swinging the whip for a long time will inevitably cause excessive fatigue in your arms and waist, so I want to test your endurance."②

Having said this, Roy paused, looked at Zofia's genuinely surprised expression, and concluded: "The answer is, it's not enough."

"While I was defending, you showed obvious signs of fatigue after only the tenth round. Your face turned red, your breathing became disordered and rapid, and your rhythm began to collapse. Maybe you think that you were affected by Maria, but in fact, it was you who was confused first. You can no longer concentrate."

Sofia subconsciously touched her still hot face, calmed her slightly panting breathing, and the surprise on her face turned into realization.

Indeed, what Roy said was right. Maria's elbow turning outward was just an excuse. She was the one who lost her concentration first.

Otherwise, how come during the game in the Knight Arena, the loud cheers and insults from the commentators and the audience had no effect on her at all? It was because she was fully focused and concentrated at the time, and she didn't care about the outside sounds at all.

Just as Roy said, her endurance is about fifty rounds. If someone can withstand her whip blade attack for fifty rounds, she will be exhausted. By then, she is likely to be overturned by someone, or even...

Recalling the scene where Roy snatched her weapon away and she almost fell to the ground, Zofia felt a rush of panic.

The enemies on the field would not be as kind as Roy to help her. If she was exhausted and her weapon was taken away, there was only one thing they would be most likely to do - come up and finish her off!

This time she faced the mud of the courtyard, but what about the next time? What awaited her might be the enemy's blade and hammer, and she would most likely be injured!

Thinking of this, Zofia took a breath and couldn't help but thank Roy:

"Very important reminder, thank you very much, Knight Roy."

"It's okay." Roy nodded with a smile and accepted Zofia's thanks frankly.

His words were not alarmist. As a time traveler, Roy knew Zofia's schedule and resume very clearly. She defeated the [Rift] Knight at the cost of serious injuries in the tournament's 16-to-8 match, and finally had to withdraw from the competition due to a wrist disability. This has always been a mystery in Roy's mind.

After crossing over, he also used the power of the No-Hero Alliance to secretly investigate the situation of the [Fissure] Knight. This great knight, who also has a two-character title, is famous for his endurance and strength. Judging from his insistence on defensive counterattacks in previous games, he may have adopted this tactic when facing Zofia.

The final result was most likely that he used his defense to barely hold on until Zofia was exhausted, and then launched a counterattack to inflict heavy damage on Zofia. It was a pity that his hard power was not as good as Roy's, and in the end he was unable to defeat Zofia in one fell swoop like Roy did, and his plan failed.

If Roy demonstrated this tactic to Zofia in advance, it is very likely that Zofia could avoid the outcome of wrist disability and also complete the task of a tutor. Why not do it?

Looking at Zofia, Roy said, "Well, Miss Zofia, please rate the quality of this class out of five. Please give me a good review, dear?"

Zofia was stunned for a moment, then realized what Roy meant and nodded sincerely:

"You use actual combat to prove your strength, and you also use this method to help me find my weakness. You are amazing, Mr. Roy."

"So, how about scoring?"

"Full marks. You're admitted." Zofia agreed. At the same time, a snort and footsteps were heard from behind the curtains upstairs.

Maria trotted over to Roy, raised her hand, and waved at him expectantly. Roy raised his hand in understanding.

The palms collided in the air, making a soft "pop" sound, and Maria jumped up with joy.

At the same time, the Chamber of Commerce Council.

The Rebirth Pharmaceuticals spokesperson's glasses reflected a cold light, and he glanced around, with a rather dissatisfied tone:

"Why hasn't the problem with the Blood Knights been solved yet?"

In the center of the council, Kuranta, wearing a dark grey Business Federation spokesperson uniform and a white specially made cape on his left shoulder, replied with a gloomy expression:

"The bribe failed. The Minoan refused to accept any form of cooperation. He insisted on participating in the tournament."

The spokesperson of Rebirth Pharmaceuticals put his hands on the table and threatened aggressively: "Charne, you should know that the Business Federation did not hire you to hear you say 'it can't be done'."

But Charney calmly replied, "Of course I know. It's to bring in greater profits. In my opinion, if we need to bribe him, the expected cost will far exceed the loss of letting the infected person take office. If you don't want to lose money, then my answer is only this: it can't be done."

He paused and suggested:

"Besides, why not use him? He would be a great channel for us to extract profits from the infected, and it would appear more peaceful and fair."

In that case, Rebirth Pharmaceutical’s profits will be reduced!

The spokesperson of Rebirth Pharmaceuticals had a dark complexion. Of course, he couldn't speak his mind to Charney's face, so he could only wave his hand to tell him to shut up. Then he looked at the other directors who were sitting in other chairs and acting as if they had nothing to do with the matter, and suggested:

"It is against tradition to allow the infected to participate in the knight competition. It will not only damage our image and make those infected have unrealistic fantasies, but it may also anger those old-fashioned knight nobles and the Supervisory Council. I propose that we send out the Helmetless Alliance to eliminate the Blood Knights."

"That's not how the Helmetless Alliance is mobilized." The spokesperson for the Rose Daily sneered.

The spokesperson of Rebirth Pharmaceuticals knew what he wanted and replied:

"The boss promised to provide the necessary resources. We can discuss this privately."

The spokesperson for Rose Daily nodded and raised his hand: "I agree."

The others looked at each other and nodded: "Pass."

Seeing that the representatives of the major companies had made their decisions, Charney could only sigh in his heart and asked with a fake smile: "So, who from the Wuzhan League do you plan to send? The Platinum Lord?"

"Platinum is not enough. That Minoan is a bit weird. His blood magic is troublesome. To be on the safe side, please ask Qingjin to help. Contact the contact person."

Charney nodded: "As you wish."

PS: 4000 words, two-in-one! The author has something to do tomorrow. My headphones are broken, and the repair shop doesn’t accept express delivery. I can only send them to be repaired by myself, so the update may be a little late.

Volume 1: Chapter 19 The sun rises from the west

Terran Year 1094, August 8, Sunday.

There is still one month left until the start of the qualifiers for the Kavaleriaki Knights Tournament, the grandest celebration in all of Casimir.

Although it was still morning, the streets were already bustling. Various knight peripherals had been made in advance by vendors who saw business opportunities and were placed in the most conspicuous positions in the shop windows. There were dolls of the former "Blood Knight" who had been awarded the title of "Blood", and candlesticks of the same style as Candle Knight Viviana. The place where the most popular doll peripherals of the previous champion should have been placed was now filled with peripherals of the Black Knight who had already retired from the knight competition stage. As for the reason, there was no need to explain it in detail.

"In Casimir today, even mentioning the name of the Brilliant Knight is a taboo, and you are the only one who dares to use his name."

As Monique spoke, she glanced at Roy, who was still sleepy beside her. Noticing his absent-minded look, she pinched Roy's waist with her fingers in dissatisfaction.

"Cheer up for me."

"But today is a day off." Roy shuddered in pain and looked at Monique with some resentment. He didn't know what had happened to this good colleague. Not only did she sneak into his room early in the morning, but she also dragged him out of bed. The reason she gave was that she wanted Roy to accompany her shopping.

How can you, a woman who was a former Victorian soldier and now a killer of the Helmets-less Alliance, have anything to do with the word "shopping"?

Roy hadn't forgotten his appointment with Monique to go out for a walk during a break, but wasn't it Monique he made the appointment with? How could Monique take the initiative and drag him out? You're a girl, and you're so proactive. I thought you were going to do something to me.

"It would be nice if you really planned to do something. Why did you ask me to hang out and talk about work..."

Roy complained quietly, but he couldn't bear to leave the Curl King Stupid Cat alone on his day off to talk about work and kill the day, so he replied:

"Shining Knight is indeed corrupt, but the brand is still there. Black and red are still red, and reverse marketing is still marketing. I didn't directly raise the slogan of vindicating Shining Knight, which is considered restrained."

"Besides, isn't this the effect that the boss wants? Who would have thought that the Helmetless Alliance, which is incompatible with the traditional knights, would participate in the competition under the banner of the most famous family of traditional knights?"

Monique nodded in agreement. Frankly speaking, if she didn't know Roy inside and out, just looking at his performance over the past period of time, she would probably think that this guy was from the Supervisory Committee.

It was such a harsh slap in the face. If the Chamber of Commerce knew the truth, they would probably be so angry that they would smash the boss's phone.