It All Starts with the Wizard

　　Roman looked at the knight sword in the hands of Haite. This knight sword belongs to the exclusive standard equipment of trainee knights in the empire, so they should be trainee knights.

In the Empire, anything involving knights is not a trivial matter, especially the control of weapons, which is extremely strict. First of all, no one is allowed to use knight swords before they have obtained the status of knights. Only they formally apply for and pass the sword. Only after the apprentice knight’s assessment, will they be allowed to purchase and use the apprentice knight’s equipment, and only after becoming an honorary knight can they be eligible to obtain the official knight sword of the empire.

　　 So when you see the equipment of a knight, you know what level they are.

While recalling the scattered information he knew, Roman carefully observed the Haite and others. The previous fight with Anderson gave Roman a deep understanding of the terrible clergy of the Suma church. Although he still does not know which level Anderson belongs to, Still let Roman attach great importance to it, then, what level was the knight who could defeat the entire Suma church at the beginning?

Haite waited for their bodies to move, and saw another middle-aged knight walking out of the tent. He looked around the people a few years ago, then waved to one of them, smiled and said something, and the others dispersed. , Making a crowd around them.

　　Roman's heart moved, are they making gestures?

Sure enough, he saw that young man put his knight sword in front of him, then he held his right chest with his left hand, nodded in greeting, and performed a simple knight manner. The middle-aged man on the opposite side also performed the same ceremony. Then the young man pulled up the knight's sword in front of him, clenched his hands, and stared at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was empty-handed and had no intention of using weapons. He just looked at the opposite young man with ease.

　　 "Come on, Haite, let me see if you have made any progress."

　　 "Don't underestimate me, Baron!"

　　 Haite didn't have any smile on his face, he slowly raised the knight sword in his hand, put on an attacking posture, and then took a deep breath.

"drink!"

A faint white light appeared on Haite’s sword, and then his body dashed forward and swiped the sword flatly towards Baron’s waist. Bart’s complexion remained unchanged, but he took a step back at random, and the blade wiped. His clothes skimmed over, and his mouth joked:

　　 "The intention is too obvious, boy!"

But Haite’s attack was obviously not over yet. At the moment the blade passed by, his speed did not decrease but increased. At the same time, he squatted sideways and kicked his feet on the ground. The whole person used his shoulders as the horns, fiercely. 'S slammed into Baron's chest.

Baron seemed to have anticipated this scene a long time ago. He smiled, his body turned sideways between the sparks and flints, avoiding the sharp attack of Haite, and then he drew his right hand down and pinched him accurately. The sword's right hand and left leg swept down like lightning, directly sweeping Haite staggered.

　　 Taking advantage of the instability of Haite's bottom plate, Baron's body rotated, and with the impact of Haite and his own strength, he directly threw Haite away.

　　 After rolling a few laps on the ground awkwardly, Haite got up with a sullen face, and walked back with a flushed expression.

"Haha, boy, you have learned to use your brain, yes, but the attack is still not coherent, and there is no follow-up response. Your enemy will not follow your routine stupidly. You must know how to respond, boy, and your strength is still poor. It’s a little bit. Without a solid enough foundation, there is no way to deal with complex battles."

　　Haite rubbed his aching wrist, and said unconvincedly:

　　 "Hmph, Baron, you are already an official knight, I am a trainee knight, but sooner or later I will surpass you, and then it will be my turn to educate you!"

　　 Baron obviously has a good temper, and he doesn't care about Haite's tone, instead he smiles more and more boldly:

"Hahaha, kid Haight, don’t you see that you are quite ambitious? Yes, as a knight, you should have this kind of ambition. I think you will be a good knight in the future, but to surpass me, you still need more. Work hard, otherwise you will have to wait until my old man can't walk before you have a chance, hahaha!"

　　 Baron's words directly caused a roar of laughter from the people around him, and they all began to tease Haite.

Roman looked at the middle-aged man named Baron, his expression was a bit solemn. This man's skill was clean and neat, and No. 4 was not muddled. Obviously, the level of Haite and him was too poor, and he couldn't tell the truth of this man at all. Skills, but a glimpse reveals the whole thing. Roman asked himself that before his body was strengthened, he could not beat this middle-aged man in 80%.

Moreover, the white light that appeared on Haite's sword before also made Roman cares. He guessed that this might be the reason why the knights are so powerful. Like their own witchcraft and Anderson's flames, they also have a mysterious and extraordinary power, but How powerful this power really is, he still needs to experience it personally.

　　 Obviously it was not the right opportunity right now. Just as Hayter and the others were talking and laughing, Mu Crow's vision suddenly changed, and a figure opened the tent and walked towards Roman, officially Doctor Howard.

"coming."

　　Roman secretly said in his heart, and then released the vision sharing with Mu Ya, his eyes returned to normal, and then quietly waited for Howard's arrival.

　　 Howard's mood is still very relaxed, UU reading www.uukanshu. In his opinion, Roman is just a young man with a little thought. He has neither a strong background nor any power that can threaten him. It can be said that he has the absolute initiative no matter what. In this case, then Regardless of the outcome of the final negotiation, it will be carried out within his acceptable range.

　　 But this thought of him, after he lifted the curtains of the Roman tent and looked at Roman with an inexplicable smile, he suddenly couldn't help but shake it. It seemed that there was something invisible and unexplained, and gradually enveloped him.

　　 "Mr. Merlin, you... are you waiting for me?"

　　 Howard walked into the tent, hesitated for a moment, and still asked his doubts.

　　 Roman smiled and replied:

　　 "How is it possible, Dr. Howard, I can't even get out of bed now, how can I know that you will come, but just wake up and see you come in."

　　 "Is it really such a coincidence? How do you feel that he is waiting for me deliberately?"

　　 Howard was puzzled, but he didn't show it anymore. He waved away some strange thoughts in his mind and started to look at Roman again.

Roman on the bed is still the same as yesterday, covered in wounds and bandages, his complexion is pale, and looks abnormally weak, but there seems to be a change in his eyes, which makes him feel a little disharmony, but where is the disharmony in detail , He couldn't say it again, but faintly felt that this kind of look shouldn't appear on a person who was seriously injured.

　　 For a long time, under Romain's gaze, Howard stopped his gaze in the middle of the road. His gaze met Romain's, and then he smiled, and said in a slightly mocking tone:

　　 "Then, Mr. Merlin, what is your name?"