Marco did not tell the truth about the process of killing Rose.
If this unlucky guy wasn't a legendary assassin, Marco wouldn't mind telling the truth, but who said that Rose was also a legend?
If a legendary assassin was killed by him like a chicken, others would not think that his martial arts skills were awesome, but that he was bragging.
I don’t know how Rose was promoted to legend—maybe he focused all his skill points on silent operations?
Marco had no choice but to tell how he fought with Night Falcon Ross for 300 rounds. In the dark, how the two sides used the terrain and chaotic environment to fight each other, which was as thrilling as dancing face-to-face with the God of Death. In the end, he got lucky. Even better, when the opponent's foot slips, he uses the elasticity of the branches to leap forward super fast and kill the opponent.
Jilk nodded repeatedly when he heard this - the details of this kind of fighting are beyond the ability of ordinary warriors to tell.
But after listening to it, Jierke felt itchy.
The legendary swordsman is already a strong player, and there are not many opportunities for everyone to compete with each other. When you reach the legendary status, you will have a large group of people around you. Even if you compete with each other, it will be fine if you win, but if you lose, you will The interest camp represented here has to spit out some interests.
As for fighting to the death, that's not a big problem.
Because by the time the Legends are dispatched, both sides are already fighting to the death, so who cares?
In ordinary minor conflicts, Legend would never take action.
"Mr. Marco, well, with your qualifications, serving as a mentor for ordinary warriors is really unqualified. I would like to ask you to be the chief mentor of the scout department." Jilk thought for a while and said.
"However, the appointment of the chiefs of each department in the warrior training camp cannot be made by me alone. It requires everyone's consent."
Marco frowned and asked, "Oh, what's the difference between a chief tutor and an ordinary tutor? I mean, it's not limited to salary."
Marco has enough money for the time being, and what he said at Alyssa's house is also a flaw - he said that he left the East to advance to legend and look for opportunities to hone himself.
If you stay in one place just for the sake of salary, wouldn’t that be inconsistent?
It would be okay if he had always been a nobody. No one would investigate so carefully anyway.
But who would have thought that the loser who sneaks up from behind and dies in half a move is actually a legend. Now he can't keep a low profile even if he wants to, so he has to stick to his character to the end.
"The Keen City warrior training camp is open to the whole country and has received strong support from the royal family. The chiefs of each department can obtain the Warrior Mentor Medal awarded by the royal family. By default, they have the title of Lord and third-class borrowing qualifications from the major libraries of each city, including the royal city of Dunrad. Siwang Family Grand Library." Jierke said solemnly.
Dunlades is the royal capital of the Karon Empire. The Wang Family's Great Library contains more than a million books, including everything including the cultivation experience of demigods. It is the most proud pearl of the Karon Empire.
King Caron V once said in public that the Great Library is the heritage lifeline of the Caron Empire. If Dunlades falls one day, the place that needs to be guarded most is not the palace, but the Great Library.
The destruction of the palace can be rebuilt, but the destruction of the Royal Library means the loss of the Caron civilization.
Of course, Marco didn't know that the Wang Family Library was so important, but just by looking at the legendary swordsman's solemn look, he knew that the library was extremely important in his heart.
"Then how can I get other people's approval?" Marco asked.
"Just have a spar with me and let them watch." A long-planned smile appeared on Jilk's face.
Discussions are beneficial to both parties, especially when the other party has no interests involved.
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Four days later.
Marco woke up from the big bed, which was big enough for five people to lie down side by side, and rang the brass bell in his hand.
Not long after, the door to the bedroom was pushed open, and three maids walked in carrying toiletries, led by a middle-aged housekeeper with a serious face, to freshen and tidy up for him.
This place is located not far outside of Keen City. It was originally a manor belonging to the city lord. Now it has been donated by the city lord as a training ground for Keen City warriors.
The bedroom where Marco slept was the guest room in the manor specially used to entertain distinguished guests.
"Mr. Marco, the Lord of the City has told you that if it is convenient, he, Mr. Gilke, Mr. Attold, and Mr. Bean would like to have breakfast with you in an hour." The housekeeper said expressionlessly. .
These few people are probably what Jierke said, the big shots who can decide whether he gets the chief mentor of the Scouting Department.
Marco nodded, picked up a book, and ordered: "Okay, I understand. Is Mr. Mora here? If so, please ask him to come in.".
Marco has not been idle these days.
He first took a carriage and walked around Keen City to get a feel for the productivity level of this era. Then he went to the Keen City Library to have a look. He didn’t read much, but he bought a dictionary and applied it through the librarian. With the introduction, I found myself a tutor.
He doesn't know much about the writing in this world, but that's not his fault, but that the original owner of this body is illiterate and can only write his own name - no matter how powerful the Kunlun Mirror is, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.
"Good morning, Mr. Marco." A middle-aged man wearing a simple black dress, a cane hanging on his arm, a mustache, and a unilateral glasses came in. When he saw Marco, he took the initiative to say hello.
"Good morning, Mr. Mora, we only have forty minutes."
"Ha, Mr. Marco, you are the hardest-working person I have ever seen. You even refuse to miss the time before breakfast, but I haven't eaten breakfast yet." Maura handed the crutch to the maid who followed, and started It was a joke.
After getting along with him for the past two days, he found that this employer was actually very easy to talk to.
"I'm really sorry. There are a few important people who want to have breakfast with me today, so I can't have breakfast with you, but I will ask Ms. Della to make arrangements for you." Marco stood up and made a gesture of greeting. smiled.
"Thank you, let's hurry up?" Maura put the book under her arm on the table and motioned for Marco to come and sit down.
Marco opened the book and said, "Well, last time you told me about the power of the thirteen gods, today I want to know if these thirteen gods can still perform miracles."
"This word is called divine revelation, and this word is called religion. Since the Catastrophic Disaster 5,300 years ago, when the Kama Empire collapsed, the gods no longer descended into incarnations, but instead conveyed their will through divine revelation. People who accepted divine revelation established Religion, this is the original source of religion.”
"In the 5,300 years since then, there have been relatively credible records of miracles in the first two thousand years, but since the rise of the Kama Empire, there have been no completely credible miracles."
“What is the basis for judging the credibility of miracles?”
“We call things miracles that mortals cannot do.”
"Look at this line of work. When Rosi, the prophet of the Tudong tribe, led his people through the Mijila Strait, the sea was separated for thirty miles and the strait became a thoroughfare. This kind of deed is definitely not possible by human power. We call it possible The miracle of faith.”
Mora turned over forty or fifty pages of the book, pointed to another line of text and said: "This sentence means that people walk on water - this kind of thing, let alone wizards, even ordinary people, as long as they put a few words under water, It can be done even with a wooden stake, but it is hard to say what a miracle is. We call it a doubtful miracle."
