Norman listened to can’t help fondle a nose shrugged his shoulders.
The little girl really seems to be much more grumpy now.
Norman got more data after a period of activity. As Lancelot speculated, this medicine has the effect of enhancing strength. The speed did not increase much, but the speed naturally increased with the increase of strength.
Everything is in line with their previous expectations. Once again, the Knights Templar took action to consolidate their brilliant image of being intelligent and almost demon.
But like most potions, this new potion has a time limit.
After the 116th breath, Norman obviously felt the loss of his strength. After five breaths, the strength brought by the medicine was completely lost, and he became an ordinary person again.
To tell you the truth, this medicine is effective, but it is too limited. It lasts for a short time. It’s ok if it’s a fight, but if you encounter a sudden attack, you can’t tell the other party to let you take a sip of the medicine first and then wait for half a day to fight, can you?
However, if it is combined with those personal magic circles, the effect will be different, and this is the plan that Norman and Lancelot finally agreed to enhance the combat effectiveness of the team
Chapter four hundred and fourteen Flip Lonely Nine Fencing Ways
Human cognition always develops with the change of things, such as Monroe now.
In Monroe’s eyes, Baron Dempsey was once a demon.
If it weren’t for this demon, I wouldn’t have become a slave and lost my personal freedom; I wouldn’t be so miserable. I have to do all kinds of hard work every day but I still don’t have enough to eat every day. Not to be caught here, afraid that I don’t know when I will be killed by aliens who don’t know where to drill out like those poor companions.
In Monroe’s heart, a humble citizen who had no enemies in the past, Baron Dempsey was suspected to be the most hateful person in the world.
But now he knows that he is wrong.
There is someone in this world who is more hateful than Dempsey, and that is Barton.
"He doesn’t treat us like human beings!"
There is a low voice coming from the side, and the tone is full of anger, and it is carefully and gently drilled into Monroe’s ear.
Monroe didn’t say anything but stared at the can of things in his hand. There was also pent-up anger and anger burning like flames in his eyes.
The things in the jar are dirty and dirty, and the green muddy water is sticky and thick, giving off a strange smell, which is a bit like the smell of some insect carcasses after exposure, but it is definitely not stinky, and it will not make people have an appetite.
This is their dinner tonight …
Before Monroe, Barton suddenly jumped to the top and became their master. After all, everyone is a "colleague". Barton should be able to understand the pain of their slaves and the daily treatment will not be as harsh as Dempsey’s.
But Monroe found himself thinking too much.
It is understandable if Barton tattooed them before and made them the laughingstock of everyone (Barton may want to think of the correct and effective way to help everyone tide over the difficulties? ) so now this dinner can’t be honest.
Dempsey gave them pig food. Barton gave them pig food, which is even worse than pig food!
This made Monroe angry and wanted to find Barton and scold him face to face! The experience of being a "colleague" with Norman has made him a little uncomfortable with the change of identity between the two sides. He subconsciously seems to feel that he can talk to Norman on an equal footing.
But Monroe’s ass moved and he was about to sit up from the ground, but he glanced aside from the corner of his eye. The soldiers crossed the figure of those soldiers and passed a long distance. Barton was sitting there for dinner.
Monroe somehow got cold in his heart, and the horse let go of the ass he had just raised.
This long distance and the cold eyes of the soldiers passing nearby made him finally realize that Barton today is not the Barton yesterday.
He is now master Barton and their master. They will do whatever he says. What’s the resistance?
This sober understanding made Monroe’s eyes gradually cool down and finally cold and desolate.
Gulp, gulp.
Monroe resigned himself to the dinner in front of him and gulped it down. On the one hand, because lunch still kept them from eating as usual, they were already hungry. On the other hand, he was angry that the food tasted really bitter, sour and astringent, but so what? It’s better than starving.
Monroe was like this, and so were his slaves.
Although everyone was angry that their new owner was so mean, no one wanted to have a hard time with themselves, but they all resigned themselves to eating the food.
It’s time to have a rest after dinner.
Monroe went to bed early as usual, but I don’t know if it was because he had little work today or because of the burning bonfire not far from him. He tossed and turned, but he couldn’t sleep for most of the day. Usually, he worked all day, but he couldn’t wait to get into bed.
Monroe didn’t fall asleep after a long time, but his stomach changed.
His stomach swelled up slowly, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
I can’t sleep if I come, and I can’t sleep even more.
Monroe simply got up and walked past the slaves and went to the camp near a corner of the periphery to squat and shit-he seemed to have a bad stomach, so he must be going to shit.
But when it was weird, Monroe squatted for a long time and couldn’t pull anything out, but his stomach was still bulging.
Monroe may not know the word "constipation", but he obviously has a lot of experience in this situation, and he is not in a hurry, so he is squatting and trying to linger until he pulls those dirty things out.
Waiting for shit is a very interesting thing. Monroe squatted his eyes and consciously swept around many times and turned his head to throw himself into the dark forest behind him.
This is the aftermath of last night’s night attack, which made Monroe always feel that a group of aliens would suddenly rush out there.
However, after all, the alien did not rush out from there. Instead, Monroe looked at him many times and found that something in the thin grass not far from his heel seemed to show a different color from the grass.
Monroe curiously looked at the place a few more times.
There is indeed something there. The afterglow of the bonfire not far from the camp reflects a different color from that of the grass.
Curiosity drove Monroe to move a few steps to the pile of grass, stretched his arm and groped it out, only to find that it was one! ?
Monroe, who grew up in the city, clearly knows that citizenship is a more expensive thing, which can only be owned by the rich, and it is also a symbol of aristocratic status. Although the price of citizenship has been greatly reduced with the arrival of a chamber of commerce called Nikaham in the past six months, it is still a luxury for a former craftsman like him.
After all, it’s a luxury. Everyone is happy to find a windfall suddenly, but Monroe is more curious about what it is. There will be one here in the middle of nowhere.
Did an adult drop his mind when he passed by here? Or did it fall when the aliens attacked last night and hurriedly retreated?
Monroe didn’t know that he looked at the cover by the dim afterglow of the bonfire and moonlight, and several words were written in the lingua franca.
Flip lonely nine fencing methods
Flip lonely nine … Fencing style?
Monroe’s heart thumped suddenly.
Although he doesn’t flip loneliness for nothing, what does it mean to be happy? But he still knows the way of fencing. Barton studied with Lord Dunn before, which can also be called swordsmanship.
And the phrase cover also has a name on it.
The Great Knight Einstein Howard Wallace
This is obviously the owner’s name
Monroe has never heard of this name, but he still knows the prefix before it.
Big knight!
This actually belongs to a big knight? !
A humble craftsman in Monroe may know exactly what the Grand Knight is like, but he also knows that the Grand Knight is very powerful through the chanting of the bard, which is even stronger than many wizards. Even the noble duke should respect the Grand Knight!
Monroe’s hands trembled slightly and his breathing was disordered.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed down a little, only then did he turn this page and write a lot of words in general.
"my opinion on sword"
"A good sword is very helpful to knights. When I was 15 years old, I hit Preston with a sharper sword. There are no opponents. Some knights will lose to me because their swords are not as good as mine."
"At the age of 20, I got a magic sword inherited from ancient times. With this powerful ancient magic sword, no knight in the south of the whole continent can defeat me, but I finally abandoned it. Because of me, it accidentally injured a just man, which made my heart very uneasy."
"At the age of 30, I found a big iron block that fell from the sky and polished it into a sword in three years. With this sword without a sharp edge, I traveled all over the mainland and defeated all the people. The Dragon King also blocked my sword."
"At the age of forty, I abandoned the sword without a sharp edge. From then on, a branch and a leaf were all the sharpest swords in the sky, so I finally understood the true meaning of swordsmanship and finally reached the realm of no sword but better than a sword."
……
Monroe’s eyes are melodious, but it seems that his heart is beating more and more violently, as if he has entered the age of that book with this record.
He seemed to be with the great knight Einstein, watching him fight all over the world, and even the dragon king bowed before him!
That is how a kind of lofty sentiments …
Monroe thought for a long time before he came to his senses and went on watching.
"It’s what I have recorded about all the swordsmanship in my life. I hope there will be a coincidence that someone will find it so that these swordsmanship won’t accompany me to die in the long river of history."
Monroe looked at these lines, his head gradually became bloodshot, his eyes gradually became hot, his expression became more and more excited, and he couldn’t help shaking.