"Here, push hard from the waist."
"Slowly, squat down."
Pulix's flushed cheeks were like a ripe apple, and she squatted down following the voice.
From time to time, she quietly looked back and looked at Victor behind her.
"Mr...Mr. Master, is it okay?"
"I'm almost...I can't hold on any longer."
It was very difficult for Prixis to squeeze these words out of her throat, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
The next second, a hand was placed on her shoulder and patted her gently.
"That's it."
Prixis quickly stood up and twisted her neck.
While rubbing my sore waist, I beat my aching legs.
This sore feeling was almost unbearable for her.
Zamabu is too tiring.
Pulisis panted heavily, leaned against the pillar behind her, and stretched weakly.
Listening to the rattling sound of bones, it seems that all the fatigue of the body disappears at the same time.
Victor stood behind Priscilla, looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and sighed softly.
"Forty-eight seconds, I lasted three seconds longer than before. There is progress."
Priscis's cheeks were still rosy. When she heard that she had made progress, a smile spread across her cheeks.
Those scarlet eyes looked at Victor expectantly, as if they wanted to hear praise for their progress.
"But you're still the one with the worst grades."
Upon hearing this, Priscis lowered her head gloomily.
She would also like to compete with others, but her physical fitness does not allow it.
She tilted her head and looked to her side.
The two tiger men put their hands on their waists, stretched their legs straight, forming a ninety-degree angle, and stood on the ground with a horse stance.
His breath was calm, and there wasn't even a trace of sweat visible on his face.
Priscilla was a little confused.
Is it possible that just because they are tiger-men, they do not sweat on their foreheads?
However, the two tiger men had remained motionless in this position since early morning.
It's already noon, and they are still maintaining their current movements.
At this time, Prixis secretly looked at Aurelion on the other side.
After training, she can persist for a long time.
However, she naturally does not need to train in physical exercises such as Zamabu.
After all, the genres are different.
At this time, Aurelion was repeating the action of swinging the sword.
From morning to now.
Repeated again and again.
Sweat continued to pour from her body, even soaking through her loose clothes.
When you stick it to your body, you feel like you can see inside through the slight transparency.
Pulisis did not dare to continue to look carefully, so she turned around hurriedly and looked at Victor with a calm expression:
"F...Mr. Master."
"Why should I practice this too?"
Victor glanced at Priscilla's scarlet eyes and began to answer:
"To make you a martial artist."
"Martial Master?"
Prixis was stunned when she heard this term.
This is the first time she has heard of this... profession?
Victor's eyes wandered over her body, looking at Pulix's body.
Although Pulisis's mind still remains that of a seventeen-year-old underage girl.
But over the years, her body has not stopped growing normally.
The body has already grown to a mature stage, and the place where it should grow is exactly right.
She can already be considered a legal girl.
Therefore, it is more difficult to become a martial artist at this time.
It's just that she was the most perfect vampire created by Lauryn's millions of blood in exchange for her death.
Her body was so powerful that it was unbelievable.
But she has a huge flaw, and it was exposed when she was at the bottom of Guita Prison.
That is, lack of endurance.
The bloodline is so perfect that Priscilla has great strength and self-healing ability, but this body cannot fully bear it.
As a result, she was unable to fully release her power.
She needs to take her time and channel the power out of her body through constant fighting and practice.
Victor's original intention was to let Priscilla communicate with martial artists and train together to enhance her slightly fragile endurance.
Among these countless professions, martial artist is undoubtedly the most suitable for her.
Because any martial artist needs to 'train Qi' every day.
Absorb the breath of life from the natural environment to nourish yourself and maintain the supply of qi and blood.
For Prixis, a vampire, a martial artist who can replenish her blood is the most suitable profession for her.
It can also help improve Purity's endurance.
Prixis asked doubtfully:
"Then... how far should I practice?"
Victor listened to Pulisis' question and thought for a moment:
"It's almost as good as the two of them."
"ah?"
She looked at the two tiger men who were still unshakable and maintained their posture, with fear on their faces and kept a distance from them unconsciously.
Priscilla regretted it.
Not to mention the whole morning, even for forty seconds she felt sore and backache, and she wanted to collapse on the bed the next second.
How long will it take to train to the point where two tiger men can stand for a whole morning?
But this is not over yet, Victor continued to add:
"Of course, you have to practice more than that."
He continued calmly,
"I will leave one of the Khajiit behind. She will keep you safe and serve as your teacher, supervising your daily practice."
After the words fell, the female Khajiit who was walking stopped and walked to Victor's side.
It stood in front of Pulix, folded its hands and bowed to her.
Prixis opened her eyes, slightly startled, and her thoughts couldn't help but disperse.
She quickly raised her head and looked at Victor:
"Mr. Master, are you... leaving?"
Victor nodded calmly.
"I am a member of the Empire, so naturally I cannot stay in the kingdom for a long time."
Pulisis subconsciously approached and said hurriedly:
"Then can I follow you..."
Suddenly, Victor raised his hand and gently touched her forehead with his fingertips.
Pulisis looked at him with some doubts, but the next second.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound in his head, but Victor still kept snapping his fingers.
"Hey."
Prixis felt special pain, covering her head, her eyes turning red.
Even a few tears flowed from the pain.
A doubt flashed through her mind.
Mr. Victor is obviously a mage, how could he have such great strength...
Before she could react, Victor said calmly:
"Do you know it hurts?"
Pulisis endured the pain and remained silent, her mouth bulging out of anger.
"First of all, even if you abandon the identity of the kingdom, you are still a lord."
"The people of Shoeburn need you. If you leave, who will continue to run Shoeburn?"
"All the hard work your father put in while he was alive has been in vain."
When Pulisis listened, she also covered her head, her eyebrows were lowered, and her expression was gloomy.
When it comes to her father, Priscilla becomes silent.
Her parents were her eternal pain in life, and she could not ignore their sacrifices.
That was the love just to keep her in this world.
"Your Royal Highness, Count Victor."
At this time, a voice came from behind Victor.
He turned around and saw a group of people walking towards him.
The leader of the team was Gwen, and behind her were twelve diplomatic envoys.
They called to Victor and reported to him and the princess:
"The magic train will arrive tonight. If we want to leave today, we have to go to Shurburn now."
Hearing the words of the Foreign Minister, Aurelion put down the blade in her hand.
With a slight stroke of her finger in the air, along with the flow of magic power, a cleansing magic wiped away all the sweat on her body and clothes.
Since she was able to control undead magic, Teacher Victor no longer stopped her from using magic.
The remaining tiger man also recovered from the horse stance and saluted Victor.
Xiang Zilan also followed Aurelion with her heavy luggage.
Finally, Victor looked at Pulisis, who had her head lowered, and spoke slowly:
"Let's go."
"It's time for you and me to go home."
…
At this time, the night was deep and stars dotted the sky.
In front of the train platform, twelve ministers looked at the night of the kingdom and were immersed in emotion.
This time they left the kingdom, and no one came to see them off.
Yesterday, the Foreign Secretary had already greeted each other with the nobles of the kingdom.
I still remember that when they first arrived in the Kingdom of Canter this year, they greeted the team with excitement, including Count Lauryn.
Especially lively.
But now, they are leaving.
In just one month, everything has changed.
Lord Lauryn has passed away.
Who would have thought?
Count Lauryn is actually a vampire.
Involuntarily, everyone felt a little more sad.
But most of all I am happy.
The annual business trip is finally over, and I can take a long break after that.
Chichi——
A sound of steam bursting came from in front of the platform, and strange-colored railway tracks formed by magic appeared under the night.
The door of the train slowly opened, and bright lights came from inside the carriage, shining on the people shrouded in darkness.
The knights and the demihuman guards brought by Victor all lined up in two teams and boarded the train one after another.
The last few knights led the horses towards the last few carriages.
Gwen slowly turned back and glanced at Victor and the girl with the same blood-red eyes.
Then, Poop turned around and boarded the carriage first.
Prixis stood in front of Victor, and behind her, the female tiger man stood obediently.
"Reach out."
She was stunned for a moment, looking a little reluctant, but still obediently stretched out her hand.
Then, a brilliant golden card appeared in her hand.
She looked at the gold card and was very surprised.
Because it has the logo of 'Cassidra Chamber of Commerce' engraved on it.
"There are 100 million in it, leave it with you."
"Bishop Michaela has a group of demi-humans who need to be raised. They cannot support those demi-humans with their financial resources."
"You can't stand it alone, but remember, they will be your strength."
Pulisis nodded slightly after listening to Victor's instructions, clutched the gold card, and watched Victor gradually leave.
The black trench coat reflected in her blood-red eyes looked extremely distant.
Pulix opened her mouth:
"father……"
She wanted to ask if they could meet again.
However, in the end, she still failed to shout these words.
The card in his hand seemed to still have Victor's residual heat on it.
Until Victor boarded the train as the last person, the train moved slowly.
The magic track below began to spread again, filling the air with a strange-colored magic power.
A burst of white steam rose from the train. The long train rolled along the track, its wheels rolling, and gradually rose into the sky.
Pulisis looked at the sky, with a strange light shining in her eyes.
Suddenly, a breeze blew up beside her.
Priscis was keenly aware of it and looked back.
She was startled.
"Grand... Grand Duke."
Justice Barlow stood beside her, leaning on his cane.
When did the Grand Duke come?
So, is he also here to see him off?
At this moment, the Grand Duke's cloudy eyes looked at the train with some trembling.
It's like missing me, but silently.
He spoke slowly again, asking Prixis beside him:
"Why didn't you say that?"
"That sentence……?"
Pulisis thought for a moment and shook her head.
"A little sad."
The breeze stirred up Prixis's long silver hair,
The stars above the night sky twinkled in the sky, seeming to illuminate her hair extremely brightly.
The strange light in the scarlet eyes gradually faded away, and the bright white moon was reflected in the eyes, which was very calm.
Stars hung above everyone's heads, gradually moving with the breeze.
"I don't want to."
