Osmar is just like the first time I saw him, he has a bad temper and a tough temper. Moreover, today, he seems to be in a particularly bad mood. He is walking around on the cold training ground like a trapped animal with a lot of blood on his body. The pressure can be suffocating.
As soon as I picked up the iron sword, which was too heavy to fit in my hand, he started to sneer at me.
"When your enemy pierces you with his sword, you probably don't have time to raise the sword! How about getting a sewing needle?!"
I bit my lip hard, "No!"
"Attack!" He yelled in my ear, which made my eardrums hurt.
I raised my sword high and slashed at the broken training dummy in front of me with a loud shout.
boom---
The force that rebounded caused severe pain in my hands, and my sword almost flew out, "Oh!"
"Are you screaming like you're about to die?! Do you really want to be disemboweled?!"
I couldn't help but turn around and glare at him, "No!"
"Then, attack!" He roared in my ears again with a voice that could tear my eardrums.
I took a deep breath, roared and raised my sword, "Drink!"
Once again, I felt the pain of the tiger's mouth almost tearing apart!
"This strength is enough to give someone a slap on the back. How about going to Mermaid Street to stand on the street?!"
As soon as I finished those words, I heard several chuckles.
Although I don’t know where Mermaid Street is, I understand what he said! I was really annoyed and stared angrily at the tall and thick man who looked like a city wall, "Try saying that again?!"
That sentence actually made him tilt his mouth and reveal a creepy smile. He bent down and looked directly into my eyes, with contempt in his eyes, "If you listen to it again, I will tell you, your I have enough strength to give someone a slap on the back and go to Mermaid Street..."
Fire suddenly rushed into my eyes, I bit my lips angrily, picked up the iron sword and swept it towards his waist!
"Oh my God!" At that moment, I heard several exclamations.
However, Osmar's speed was faster than their shouts. I didn't know when he held the heavy sword behind his back in his right hand, and blocked my long sword at will. , then, I saw his cheek twist, and he actually raised his sword and swept towards me viciously! That sword was so fast, so unexpected, and so powerful. For a moment, I just felt that the god of death had grabbed my throat!
"Messiah!" I heard Bridget scream!
With a gasp, the sword grazed my throat and then penetrated deeply into the neck of my training dummy.
boom--
Sparks flew.
Buzz---
The training dummy shook out afterimages in the air, and the frequency was as fast as my heartbeat!
Then, Osmar raised his hand again and threw the heavy sword in his hand fiercely with a ferocious expression!
I immediately turned around and saw that the heavy sword was stuck on the ground with a "bang", just blocking Dallion's step forward!
The stones are like rain.
All this sounds long, but actually it only happens in a split second.
A moment later, I touched my throat, but there was only a subtle but clear burning pain. That feeling gave me a chill to my bones.
Osmar finally walked away. He picked up the heavy sword and glanced at us. Then, his dagger-like eyes focused on my face, "Do you still want to hear it?! Rookie?!”
The fire in my heart was stoked by him again. I gritted my teeth and clutched the sword tightly. "No!" After a long while, I stared at him and yelled.
"Then, attack it, or attack me!" He roared, and his slightly bloody eyes glanced at everyone fiercely, "You are all the same!" His voice drowned out everything, " Do you attack it, or me?!"
In an instant, the training ground was once again covered by the sound of slashing.
I stared at him unwillingly, my chest heaving violently. God knows how much strength I spent trying to stop myself from doing things that were beyond my capabilities.
After a few breaths, I raised my sword fiercely and struck the training dummy with all my strength, whose head almost fell to the ground. "Drink!"
*
What a bad day!
In the afternoon Holy Light Magic course, Lord Isenlien had already begun to explain healing spells, but I could only stare at the dark wizard's stone in a daze.
Dallion and Bridget looked at me worriedly, but there was nothing they could do.
*
I locked myself in the room and refused to answer even if Dallion knocked on the door. I felt frustrated like never before.
The communication circle was emitting a hazy purple light next to the slightly fluttering curtains. When I got closer, a cube floated out of it. That was Ricky's reply to me, but there was still no news from the white house.
"Just take care of yourself!" Ricky said bluntly in the message, "Father is already on his way back. You don't need to worry about the affairs of the manor! I hope that the next time I hear news from you, your Holy Light Magic courses are no longer the last word!"
oh! I crushed the "Firefly" in my hand, threw it to the ground hard, and stepped on it a few more times, but it was just a ball of magic, and there was nothing on the ground.
After thinking about it, I took out another copper coin and threw it accurately into the center of the circle.
"Who are you?" The mechanical voice sounded after the crisp sound of coins.
"Messiah Rubio."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Selin... no! I want to find John Peterson."
"What are you going to say to him?"
"Mr. John, if you still need a milkman, please contact me. That's it."
"receive."
The magic circle went out, but in less than a minute, it lit up again, and a "firefly" penetrated the "Study of Stealth and Subterfuge" I had just opened in my hand, and flew straight into the palm of my hand.
"I'm John Peterson, just call me Father John. Before the first morning bell tomorrow, come to Brandon Lane in the East City District and walk all the way to the end of 'Milk of Justice'. That's it."
*
It was still dark, with only a few cold stars twinkling in the dark and almost transparent sky. The lights on the road were still on. I looked at the map for a long time before I found the alley that was no more than two people wide.
The alley is in Dongcheng District. The road is muddy and the air is smelly. Several lights here were broken, so it was very dim. Through the light, I saw that the old houses were so dilapidated, and the wooden boards on them were corroded, black, and rotten.
Different from the silence in other neighborhoods, many people here have already gotten up, and they are walking through the alleys with tired faces, presumably rushing to make a living.
Men's curses, women's shouts, children's cries, and the barking of dogs all made the place extra noisy.
The depths of the alley were very smelly, with a strong smell of cow and sheep excrement, and the water on the ground also seemed unusually sticky and disgusting. There were several people walking around in the barn, and I thought, that's the place I'm looking for. Lo and behold, there is a big wooden sign hanging on the barn that says "Milk of Righteousness."
"Boys! Pack all the milk for me! Oh! Tom, do you want to die?! Don't make it dirty! Don't waste it! Otherwise, I will deduct your wages!" A man carrying an oil lamp kept stopping in front of the barn He was walking back and forth, shouting loudly. He was wearing a thick black cloak, and his silky hem was constantly sweeping in the sewage.
"Mr. John Peterson?" I stood behind him.
The man struggled to turn his slightly bloated body, and I saw at a glance his thick and curly beard, with a big nose that was red from the cold. He looked at me up and down, and suddenly grabbed his hair in distress, "Miss Messiah Rubio?!"
"That's right, I..."
"Oh! Holy Light! I have almost a whole block of customers! With a body as small as yours, how much milk can you carry?" He almost shouted, "Don't you know that a milkman requires a strong body?! You Are you kidding Papa John?! You can't do it, go back quickly..." With that, he turned around and left.
"Hey!" I turned to him like a gust of wind. Maybe my sudden appearance startled him. He stared back and took two steps back before he stood still.
"Oh! Are you a ghost?! Miss!" He yelled at me angrily.
"I can do it! I have a magic pattern backpack, I can carry a lot!"
"Magic Pattern Backpack? A luxurious gadget! But, one is not enough! If you want to carry it all at once, you have to prepare at least five!"
That sentence made me stunned, "...Five?! Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know about this, but please give me some time and I will be ready."
He sighed, "No, I don't have that much damn time. It seems that I have to go by myself today..."
“I’m fast and I can go back and forth a few more times.”
He frowned, "You've found the wrong place to have fun, young lady!"
"I have never been a young lady. Now, I have to support myself. I also have to find a place for myself to live. Otherwise, I would rather live on the street."
"Huh?" He was stunned, his gray eyes as wide as copper bells, "If you live on the street now, you will freeze like a popsicle!"
"Then, how about giving me a way to survive? Kind sir?"
He blinked and was defeated, "Use my backpack first!" He touched his waist, took off two dark bags and handed them to me, "Remember! Don't get them dirty! Don't break it! Otherwise, I'll deduct it from your wages! Also, call me Papa John! I hate the hell 'Mr.'!"
"Oh! Papa John!" I couldn't help laughing. "I will treat it like a treasure."
"Come here, I'll tell you where to send it!" He carried the oil lamp and walked to a wooden platform. His fingers hidden behind his leather gloves drew a big circle in the old neighborhood. "In the Violet District, among all the milk crates." They all have to put milk, that's what milk boxes look like!" As he said that, he only showed me a bright red box that looked like a mailbox. "They are usually placed on the left side of the door. You will definitely not be able to deliver them all today. Give me this piece, I will give you this piece, do you understand?"
"I see."
"You have to deliver all the milk before dawn, otherwise, if anyone complains, I will deduct your wages! Do you understand?"
"I see."
"Be careful here," he pointed to a corner of the Violet District, "don't enter this street. This is Jon's Alley. People often die in it. There are also madmen who swear that they have seen undead walking in it. Do you understand? "
I stared at the path that looked like a worm on the map and nodded.
"Then, go and fill the bags. I guess they have filled the milk!" As he said, he looked at me again, his eyes full of worry. He clicked on the map, "We are here now, along the This street is the fastest, and then we deliver them in rows! Do you understand?"
I smiled, "I know."
