After talking to Joshua and Demol, Nostradamus quickly walked into the hall. After he entered, the old mage waved his hand, and the door of the hall slammed shut in a burst of blue light. Patrol The guards wanted to step forward to stop him, but when they saw who it was, they all scratched their heads and retreated in embarrassment.
"With this move, it seems that our Chief Mage has discovered some big news."
An old man with gray hair, wearing a formal suit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, leaning on a silver carved cane, calmly said to a young man beside him who was supporting him: "There will definitely be another meeting to discuss tomorrow, so you can do it in advance Prepare."
"Yes, your honor!"
Similar conversations continued among the crowd in the corridor. Nostradamus's hurried steps and slightly rude behavior seemed to be a signal, making everyone feel an unusual aura, not just that. The bespectacled old man who was a judge of the Royal Court and the diplomatic envoys from other countries also noticed something was wrong, and they all communicated and analyzed with their companions.
But after all, the meeting was over. Some people seemed to have other plans, so they ignored the accident and left according to the original plan. However, some people did not go far because they had no urgent matters later. Most of them were ministers of the empire. , these people who are familiar with the old mage are preparing to wait for Nostradamus to appear again in the reception hall on the other side, so that they can inquire about the situation later and get first-hand information.
Thanks to the old mage's actions, everyone's attention was not focused on Joshua. Except for Robzek, no one deliberately paid attention to the group of warriors standing quietly aside. Of course, there were exceptions. A man wearing The middle-aged nobleman in fine clothes and several followers beside him obviously knew Dimore and Joshua. The nobleman frowned, as if he couldn't understand why the two appeared at the same time.
(Dimole is with Earl Radcliffe? Has this guy completely entered the core of the Royal Faction?)
The middle-aged man thought this, but he was wise enough not to say much, but left silently. When he left, he also told his followers not to talk too much.
"Condia, the chancellor, my mother's friend, a wise man."
The second prince watched the middle-aged man's leaving figure with a hint of regret in his tone: "Unfortunately, he has no talent and is just an ordinary person. However, it is precisely because he is an ordinary person that he can sit in the position of Minister of Finance."
"No one else seems to know you except this Chancellor of the Exchequer."
Standing at the corner of the corridor, Joshua looked around and asked casually, "As the second prince, why are you so unknown?"
The effect of the mist pocket watch is quite good. Most of the people here did not pay attention to him. This made the warrior very satisfied. Artanis did give him a good thing. Joshua felt that next time It is necessary to express gratitude in return.
On the side, Dimoore also spoke back: "It's normal that they don't know me. I rarely live in the imperial capital."
"I was sent by my father to the mountains of the Western Region since I was a child to train with a reclusive sword master. After my coming-of-age ceremony, I have been fighting back and forth between the southern fortress and the orc battlefield in the northwest plains."
It seems that because of being defeated by Joshua, the second prince's attitude softened a lot, and his tone was not as arrogant as before. He whispered: "What my father means is to wait until the orcs are extinct and the empire is completely stabilized before going. Considering the matter of the successor, during this period, I don’t need to show up, I just need to do my best to strengthen my strength and learn some knowledge about politics, management and interpersonal relationships.”
—Let the children who are not talented enough be exposed in the public eye to attract the attention of potential enemies, while the descendants with real potential are allowed to sharpen their minions secretly
Very simple idea, but also very useful. Joshua naturally knew why Israel made this decision.
Although the empire is large, it also has many enemies. There have always been assassinations against the royal family. Thousands of guards patrol the Morlay Palace to guard against possible assassins. But even so, it is not safe. Whether it is a curse or other methods, in this world with extraordinary power, there are always various ways to kill a descendant of the royal family who has not yet grown up.
There are only two ways to deal with it. One is to wait for these future successors to become stronger so that they can deal with various assassinations. The other is to conceal their identities and send them to the outside world. Although this is dangerous, it is actually better than It is safer inside the seemingly iron-walled palace.
Israel's method of cultivating Dimol was obviously a mixture of the two methods, and the effect was indeed good. Later generations proved this. Dimol was undoubtedly a qualified emperor, and his strength was not inferior to that of his father.
The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the guards and a few scattered people in the corridor. Joshua did not feel bored by waiting. After confirming that almost all the people around him were gone, he closed his eyes and began to perform rhythmically. breathe.
When Hotaru and Rin saw this, they stepped forward without surprise and stood in front of the warrior to protect him. They acted very skillfully and seemed to do this frequently. When Dimoore saw how thick the game was, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party actually started to practice his breathing exercises in this place.
(He is training all the time. No wonder he is so strong and has reached his peak at such a young age.)
Dimol was originally feeling this way, but while observing Joshua's breathing and the rhythm of the energy fluctuations around him, he couldn't help but frown, feeling a little strange.
The warrior didn't care about other people's observations, he just absorbed the energy around him and slowly strengthened his physique.
The effect of the ultimate intention of strength is of no use in direct combat. The meaning of its existence is that "every exercise will be rewarded" and "every effort will be rewarded".
Although it sounds very innocuous, in fact, exercise may not be rewarded, and hard work may be fruitless. When you get older, the old injuries from your youth will appear, and exercise may even cause damage to the body. At most, the strength will remain unchanged. , let alone become stronger.
But the ultimate intention is the power obtained after exceeding the limit. Joshua's current physique has been completely changed. It is like steel that does not produce metal fatigue. It can be folded and forged infinitely to continuously strengthen. As long as he exercises, his body will Becoming stronger all the time, although the magnitude is not large, will definitely be rewarded. In this case, the warrior will naturally not waste any time.
As the breathing method continued, Joshua's breath became calmer and smoother, but the wind surrounding him was not like that. The free energy swirled into his body, soaked into his muscles, and then followed his blood vessels. , comes to the heart, and then spreads to the whole body.
The blood, muscles, bones, and internal organs are all resonating and pulsing slightly with breathing, and fighting energy is like an electric current, constantly stimulating and strengthening every part of the body. In this process, although some energy spills out, it is still Part of it merged into Joshua's body and became part of his power.
The most bizarre thing is the warrior's bones. As the energy overflows, strange black and red lines appear vaguely on his bones. These lines are upright and simple, revealing a majestic majesty. Indistinctly, Qiao Xiuya seemed to have a dim glow from the inside out. This pattern spontaneously absorbed the surrounding energy, enriched itself, made the bones and surrounding visceral muscles tougher, and transformed the body bit by bit.
To outsiders, everything was as usual, except that gusts of breeze appeared out of thin air in the corridor, rushing in the direction of Joshua. The patrolling guards did not notice this slight change in the air, and other outsiders did not notice it. I just felt it slightly, thinking it was a small breeze blowing from the other side of the corridor.
Only Dimoore noticed this, but he didn't know why, and looked strange.
When Joshua finished this short practice, he lowered his head and began to meditate.
"This is not right..."
Demol said to himself in a low voice, his tone full of doubts, and in order not to attract other people's attention, he also deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was just mumbling: "It shouldn't be like this..."
"Why shouldn't it be like this?"
Moving his body, the muscles all over his body moved, making a creaking sound like twisting steel bars. Joshua turned his head, looked at the second prince with interest, and asked, "Why don't you tell me."
From the still young Dimol, the warrior can see a trace of the future Iron-Blooded Emperor. This contrast makes Joshua find it quite interesting, just like in the future, Dimol will never speak in such a suspicious tone. Everything he says and does is full of confidence and certainty, even if it is wrong, it seems to be the truth.
"...You shouldn't have such power."
After hearing what the warrior said, the second prince seemed to have made up his mind and simply expressed his thoughts: "It's very strange, very strange."
"Oh? Why did you say that? What's so strange?"
After hearing what Dimore said, Joshua didn't take it seriously. He nodded slightly, telling the angry Yingying and Rin to stop speaking, and motioned for the other party to continue: "You don't look like someone who starts complaining after losing."
"No, I have no complaints about losing to you. I just felt something was wrong when I saw your breathing method."
Raising his head, Demol frowned slightly, his gray-brown eyes revealed a hint of suspicion: "Joshua Van Radcliffe, the first time I saw this name was when my father was reading about the Guardian Family. I knew it from the classics. At that time, you were already being focused on as the next generation guardian of the Sealed Land. I remember that this was probably last year. At that time, you were only at the Silver Intermediate Level, or at the High Level. In short , haven’t hit the golden barrier yet.”
Hotaru and Rin looked at each other, and the silver-haired girl nodded slightly. She knew clearly that when she first met her master, the warrior was only a high-level silver warrior.
"But I have jumped to such a point in just one year - ultimate meaning. This makes you feel strange."
Joshua did not feel any emotion towards the other party's suspicion. He still said in a calm tone, even with a hint of smile: "It is true that there is no one in this world who can advance faster than me, but that's not why Has it been found a long time ago? You should also know."
"The inheritance of the sages - my father and Master Nostradamus both told me this. I originally thought so too, and I was still feeling sad in my heart. You are just a lucky person who got the inheritance of the sages."
Demol's words were simple and direct. He seemed to know that people like warriors would not be angry because of such words, so he expressed his views frankly: "But after the previous discussion in the library, I changed Opinion - You are not a lucky person. Your strength comes from self-refinement and hard work. You are extremely solid and have no flaws. I can't even shake it, but because of this, I can be sure that you are basically the best. There is no inheritance from the sages.”
Hearing this, Joshua raised his eyebrows, while the second prince's inference continued.
"I met Brandon Kaos, another sage inheritor. His breathing method and power come from the double blades on his waist. There is a vagueness in his breathing and movements. The aura of divine order, this is the inheritance of true saints.”
When he said this, he still remained calm, his tone was calm, without any trembling, and he just described his opinions and findings: "And although you have the power of order in your body, that thing is just hanging on your body, even if Even I can see that it is not integrated with you at all - Joshua, even if you have the inheritance of the saints, you have not obtained it."
"sharp."
Nodding slightly, Joshua was really surprised this time. He didn't expect that the second prince's observation could be so detailed, and he actually saw a lot of things: "What else did you see? "
"I can see... your talent is not good. The progress of your breathing method training is not fast. It is just above the average level of ordinary talent. No matter how hard you practice, if you don't take magic potion, logically you shouldn't be able to do it. If you achieve gold before the age of thirty, even if you get the power inheritance from the guardian family, you will not be able to rise to the middle level of gold or above."
At this point, Dimoore's doubts completely erupted. There was a huge conflict between his reasoning and reality, but he could not find the reason: "This is impossible, you do not have the inheritance of saints in cultivation, nor do you have fighting spirit or qualifications. Improvement, these things cannot be changed by hard study and practice, but why can you reach the ultimate realm? The strength is so solid? I even wondered if you had made a deal with the devil, but then I thought, what? Can the devil give such power? This is really weird!"
"Okay, Demoore, there is no need to get excited. You are right. The inheritance of the sage did not give me any breathing skills, nor did it improve my qualifications. Even the power of order is probably only because I have the Azure Orb. On my body.”
Being questioned in this way, Joshua was not angry, and even comforted him. After Dimore calmed down, he said calmly: "But you are wrong about one thing, Second Prince, you are wrong about fighting spirit, and you The essence of my strength as a warrior.”
"What's the essence?" Demoore immediately asked in a low voice.
"Do you still remember what the root word for fighting spirit is in ancient common language?"
Joshua asked back, but he did not wait for the other party's answer, but said to himself: "Potestas of pugna... The power of fighting, life comes from steel, and its characteristic is to plunder each other. This is the essence of life, and strength is also same."
"You ask me why I have such strong power? It's very simple, just like a person keeps eating and becomes stronger. I just keep fighting and killing enemies, so I become stronger. Gotta be stronger.”
After hearing this, Dimoore's expression began to change. He seemed not to believe it at first, but then he thought of something and became thoughtful.
"In ancient times, there was no fighting spirit, no breathing method, and everyone's exercise method was different."
But Joshua didn't care about the other person's expression. He just said his words calmly, clearly and seriously, "At that time, the sages of the human race relied on hunting monsters and plundering their life force to make themselves stronger... Talent ?Inheritance? That kind of thing is just a shortcut for those who come after you to follow the footsteps of the former. If you want to obtain the most real and unique power that belongs to you, you have to fight, plunder, and kill the enemy."
Speaking of this, Joshua's figure was instantly covered by a shadow in Dimoore's eyes. He subconsciously turned his head to the side. The second prince did not dare to look directly at him, but every word the warrior said came through clearly. To his ears, the tone of these words was unmistakable, as if they were describing the truth of the world.
"There is no reason why you can become strong just by practicing at home."
"but I… "
Dimore seemed to want to argue. He had also lived in the northwest battlefield since he was a child and had experienced dozens of wars. However, the soldier shook his head and interrupted: "It is precisely because of this that you are stronger than others. You are not stronger than me." The reason is just because you didn’t kill as many as me.”
"… is that so?"
The second prince's momentum was completely overwhelmed by Joshua, and he immediately shut his mouth and stopped asking. He looked distressed, as if he was thinking about what Joshua said, and murmured to himself: "I haven't fought enough. ?”
The warrior no longer paid attention to the opponent. He looked at the system on his retina, where there was a list describing his attributes in detail. The warrior ignored the meaningless things and looked at the top value.
[Joshua Van Radcliffe]
[Level: LV54·Jiyi Elementary Level (Strength)]
LV, level, is a numerical value that measures a person's strength in previous games. Although it cannot indicate absolute combat effectiveness, it is also an important index.
But it also has a saying.
LevelofViolence, killing index.
"This is Mycroft Continent."
Continent of strife.
Standing at the corner of the corridor, Joshua raised his head and looked at the ceiling, recalling the name of the game in his previous life, then raised his hand and made a fist.
"A world where it's either kill or be killed."
Only fighting is the truth.
The sound of the air being crushed was heard in the quickly clenched fists.
He has understood this truth from a long time ago. In this world of fire and steel, life and strength can be plundered from each other. Bathing in the dragon's blood can gain the power of the dragon, kill demons, and gain fearsome powers. magic.
The human sages living in this world have long realized the nature of this world - fighting and the death of enemies are the source of power. There is no room for warmth here, and the players in the previous life have actually understood that the so-called killing Monster upgrades are just a simple manifestation of the nature of this world.
Talent is not important, inheritance is not important, a coward sitting at home can never become a strong person. Only by leaving home, leaving home, exploring, exploring, and fighting powerful enemies around the world can one's life be sublimated.
This is what a warrior is.
As a warrior, all he needs to do is to wipe out all enemies that stand in front of him. No matter whether the opponent is evil god, chaos, famine or plague, he will kick the opponent into the trash can of time one by one.
That's all.
It’s another big chapter of more than 5,000 words. I’ve been revising this chapter for a long time, so I posted it a little late. There might be another chapter tonight. Because it’s too long every time, I can’t guarantee it will be before 12 o’clock. Maybe it will be early morning again...
By the way, I often type Ying Ying's name as Cheng Ying. If any of you find other typos, please post them in the book review area and I will correct them...
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