Although I was out of breath now, but still on all fours, Buhler attacked me fiercely. He found it extremely difficult to bounce this dexterous warrior from his back and at the same time repel me.
The centaur was irritated, a crazy desperate horse, stomping, jumping, and roaring, but he just consumed more air and energy-his face is now purple, and his muscles are getting weaker and weaker. ... ...
Kate locked his arms tighter and further sealed the stick's trachea. The game was not over yet, so I focused my attention-I continued to fencing and scored another point on the inner thigh of the stick. He yelled and knelt down on one knee. Kate continued to pinch his master's neck until finally the master put down the sword, and then fell to the ground like a huge bean stalk.
When Kate climbed down from the back of the mammoth, I kicked the blade from the stick out of my hand. The two of us stood side by side, exhausted in victory, and united in hatred of the defeated king.
"That's your head Kate," I gasped. "Take it. Just... take it."
When my shameful master raised his sword above his head, Kate looked at him contemptuously, but instead of putting the sword through Bühler's neck, Kate threw the weapon out of the hole.
"That won't let me get what I want," he said, and walked away. "His fate is in your hands, fox."
Kate's words made my hair horrified. After all, there is only one way to deal with wild animals. I looked for a trace of remorse on Bühler's stubborn face, or a hint of his conscience towards prisoners and students. No. How can I allow such creatures to survive? I can, because I'm not Blackin, and I'm not Kate either.
I dropped my sword, clenched my fist, and slammed it hard on the unrepentant face—a disgusting crackle broke the master’s nose. The stick fell all of a sudden, and the blood dripped from the nose dripped into the clear pool of dragon nose. He climbed to the first step, blood was bleeding all over the floor, and his beard turned red. Surprisingly, he did not appear embarrassed or ashamed—in fact, he was satisfied with the failure.
"You have completed the last exercise," he said, panting and smiling proudly. "You are now... a very dangerous person."
Two days later, the three of us stood on the golden seal, facing the blizzard outside. Kate wears red armor, katana and sword. That dress gave him more than just warmth and protection—it also gave him pride, the honor he possessed, and an indestructible strange atmosphere. I am wearing jeans and a woolen sweater, boots and a dagger, with a belt around my waist. These old clothes are too big for someone who has become thinner, but they are better than any waterproof canvas sheets.
"Kate," Buller said, looking down at the short samurai. "You will cross the West Sea... You will need this." He put an ordinary-looking flute in Kate's palm. He added: "Go east above the top of the macro economy.". "In six days, you will meet Atlas."
"Weather maker," I said, recalling strongly what I had read on the dining table. The unique earth is a godless realm-nature, the weather maker in the hands of the wind and ocean; mammals, immortal and elusive.
"How can I catch this creature?" Kate asked.
"You can't catch Atlas!" Bangzi snickered. "You tamed her by playing that instrument. Play the samurai well, and her wings will protect you across the ocean safely."
Kate stuffed the flute into the armor and said "Samurai!" Bühler grabbed his wrist nervously. "A 31 novel app download address, Terrass is only used to travel across the ocean-she doesn't belong to you, understand?"
Kate didn't like his hands, his steely eyes made it clear.
"We understand!" I interrupted her, breaking all the tension. "We will only use weather maker for this purpose."
Brezhen let go of Carter's hand and finished his other words.
""Across the sea, you will reach the white beach, where you will meet courage in harmony. Harmony will be your guide to hell, preferably near the Ninth Fortress. "
"How would I know her?" Kate said.
"Can't miss her!" He chuckled back softly, "In this unique land, there is no one like Miss Valiant. She is really special."
Kate didn't spy anything, and didn't waste time walking through the seals and out of the snow, leaving Bühler to say goodbye to me. I am struggling. In the past forty-eight hours, I have seen a lot of kindness from my master. The centaur is a completely different animal. It shows compassion and makes us comfortable for the rest of the time at all costs. He made a very delicious meal, then washed all the dirty dishes; at dinner, he made us happy with anecdotes, and then sent us to a warm sleep. His appearance is neat and clean, and no beast has crawled over his coat. In this light, I saw the magnificent portrait of the ancestors of Bluchen—Betts Bay, who fought for the right of the centaur; Chiron, he is the most noble of all centaurs, and his disciples include Da Lux, Achilles and Captain Agno Jason. These proud faces hung on the wall, which I could not see in the dark before. It's as if Brezhen manipulated light and personality just to train spells.
I enjoyed the two days very much, and I got the impression that Bühler was the same. I no longer despise him, but I am happy to leave him.
"My method," he said, putting his hand on my neck, "this time it is severe. I assure you, the method is not human, I adjust it according to the student's situation. I don't want to I am proud of myself, but this time, for this student, we need strict methods to enable him to survive where he is going. This is just a test you pass, Daniel, there will be more in the future. But You now have a solid foundation to withstand such a test."
I want Blackin to repeat everything he has said, a foreign language that sounds like regret, apology, and my name.
"You will need these," he went on, handing me a shield on the marble wall. This is a gleaming silver mirror with a centaur's seal embossed on the front—a big stick rides on the back of a flame-spitting suicide dragon. "Because the seal protects my home," he said, "so this shield will protect you from danger."
I stared at the beautiful shield and looked at my ugly reflection. Then, the club disrupted my thoughts with another gift-a wide and sharp dagger. "This one doesn't rust," he grinned and handed it over. "Daniel, this sword...will bring light to the darkness; you can use this sword many times."
He nodded slyly at the dagger beside me. I was taken aback, thinking that only Isaac Newton and Missy knew the power of my ordinary dagger—the only weapon that could destroy the soul.
"You know everything about me, right?" I said. "Everything is planned, isn't it?"
The big stick shook my hand in pain; the Centaur never knew how hard he was, "the last thing," he said close to me. "Have you read my book "Predators under the Domain"?"
"Not all, sir, you threw it into the fire before I finished reading, but what I read was very interesting. Your book taught me a lot."
"There is some information in the Book of Daniel, one of which has been torn off, detailing a particular monster."
"What monster?"
"So, do you know... Do the wizard's eyes reveal his secrets?"
I stared at him blankly, not knowing what he was talking about, I nodded as if I knew it. After a while, Bregen disappeared on the hundreds of steps, and the torches on the wall behind him came out whirring behind him.
"Mast—stick?!"
he's gone. I said goodbye to him softly, and then ran to find Kate. The samurai leaned against the rock, watching me leave the corridor, and then fell down to embrace the heavy snow.
"Fox!" he cried embarrassedly.
I raised my head and smiled, holding two fluffy snowballs in one hand.
"Two years of hard rock, Kate! Two long years! Come and feel it! I need to kiss it."
Kate glanced at the first snow at his feet. If he wanted to kneel down and kiss, then he wouldn't say it.
"East!" He murmured, and once again led us across the white peaks—to the "Weather Maker" six days later.
It took us three hard days to climb the mountains and ridges-it took three more days to reach the destination. We insist on using the tried-and-tested rope-take my samurai on the rope, exhausted five feet behind us. This is actually a compliment. The rope method requires the strongest person to walk behind to prevent a fall. If a haggard Kate is accidentally sucked into some cracks, then my grip and my strength are what saves us. He may have confidence in my physical fitness, but the samurai is still in power; an experienced person, in the eyes of the Japanese, I am far from enough.
One thing that has really changed between us is that I feel a touch of respect; a subtle improvement, for me, is now enough.
We climbed dizzy highlands during the day, and the high altitude attacked my body with pain and migraines, lethargic to the point of collapse. At the same time, Kate is very determined. Before the sun set, we went down to recover our strength and escape the cold air. Our clothes, hair, and skin—high or low—are covered with permanent snow, which is inevitable.
Although it is difficult, Kate and I don't seem to mind the weather; compared to our last digging, everything is an improvement, and the worst weather can't suppress our emotions. (End of this chapter)