Chapter 1713 A Sad Morning

I had been thinking wildly all night, and when dawn fell, I had no sleep at all.

I had no choice but to get up and practice sword practice in the yard.

Although my self-made knife skills are no longer astonishing, I still practice tirelessly.

Because swordsmanship is the foundation of fighting, and combat skills are just the sublimation of the basics.

The Odachi is like a stream of light piercing the sky, constantly drawing wonderful straight lines. Where the light and shadow overlap, I can even see the afterimage of myself left behind.

The afterimage will only stay for a moment, then turn into dust and dissipate into the air.

However, for me, this moment is the fruit of countless crazy exercises.

This is the crystallization of sweat, the cornerstone of a better future, and another step towards becoming strong!

The body is flying like a butterfly, as light as a swallow, the light of the sword is flickering, and the afterimages are constant.

Chopping again and again, moving again and again, countless moves came together to form a strong and elegant sword technique in my mind. Although this set of sword techniques is really ugly to use in practice, it is practical!

Different from the flashy public swordsmanship, it emphasizes actual combat performance and is a magic weapon for defeating the enemy!

If I were to use four words to describe this set of sword techniques, it would be - practical but not flashy!

When the tip of the knife passed by the moss in the cracks of the bluestone, my self-created knife technique finally came to an end.

Sheathed the knife, stood still, raised her head, and breathed in the fresh morning air.

Huh?

Why is there a faint sweet smell mixed in?

Could this be the legendary essence of heaven and earth?

I took a deep breath again, and the faint sweetness was still there, seemingly stronger than before!

Oops!

Could it be that my morning exercises moved God and sent down the sweet essence of heaven and earth to help me realize more combat skills?

"Ah, what a beautiful morning, what a wonderful smell...ah?"

The moment I turned around, I saw a familiar figure standing about five meters away from me, with a pair of pure eyes emitting complex light.

She just stood there quietly, watching me quietly, like the most beautiful sculpture. But the more she did this, the more embarrassed I felt.

It’s been so many years since she passed the second grade, and she saw her once and twice. Damn it, is there a crack in the ground that can accommodate people in this yard? Please let me hide in and calm down!

Emily, who was holding the sword, stared at me quietly for a long time. In the end, she pouted and ignored me. Instead, she took a few steps back, put on a fighting posture, accumulated strength, and suddenly exploded.

His body was like lightning, instantly drawing a row of phantoms. Just as the phantoms were about to disappear, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, raised his hand, and pointed at the lingering shadows that had not yet been eliminated, with a touch of joy flowing in his eyes.

For a moment, black lines appeared on my forehead and my eyes were shaking wildly.

"Okay, I admit you are awesome." After a pause, I refused to give up and struggled: "But I am not yet at the eleventh level. I believe that when I reach the same level as you, the number of afterimages left behind will be There must be more than you!”

Emily curled her lips and said calmly: "This is the number of afterimages I left when I was at level ten. Now -"

Before she finished speaking, she flashed past again, this time at an even more exaggerated speed than before, and I could only vaguely capture her true form.

When she suddenly stopped, I saw a line of thickly colored afterimages slowly disappearing.

The density of the afterimage is so great that it blocks the view.

Plop.

I knelt down and bowed to the ground in a frustrated manner, with a look of despair on my face.

Lost, completely lost.

It's so awesome, the afterimages created at such a high speed are almost as solid as the multiple shadow clone technique!

I looked sad and sighed: "I want to compete with you in adventurer talent. I am really ignorant!"

The indifferent look on Emily's face faded slightly, and suddenly she became arrogant. She hummed softly, walked happily to the other side of the yard, and started her morning exercise.

And I became a little depressed because I was hit by both insomnia and ridicule of my strength at the same time.

I returned to the house listlessly. When I passed by the sofa, a loud and familiar voice sounded: "Have you finished your morning exercise?"

"Ah" I responded casually, and then took one step, two steps, and three steps. My body suddenly trembled and my steps stopped.

I turned my head stiffly and looked at the person behind me. Feeling the majesty in his eyes, I couldn't help but shudder.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I couldn't help shouting: "Huh? His Majesty the Orc King!"

"You should call me father-in-law," the orc king said with a smile.

At this moment, the Orc King, who was wearing some very tasteful silk pajamas that he bought somewhere, was lying on the sofa with a comfortable look on his face. His eyes were like searchlights, constantly looking at my expression.

"How did you sleep last night?" I asked subconsciously.

"Well, not bad." The Beastman King looked around the tree house and said, "It's much more comfortable here than the palace. I like it very much."

"This, that's it." I rubbed my hands and said with a flattering smile.

Afterwards, the two of us continued to fall into the awkward atmosphere of looking at each other.

With a creak and a soft sound, the door to the girls' room opened. Cagalli rubbed her sleepy eyes, carried a pillow, and staggered out of the room.

I was suddenly shocked!

You know, Cagalli's anger when getting up is quite strong. If you are not careful, half of your life will be affected!

Thinking of this, I quickly turned my brain, trying to find a suitable excuse to divert Cagalli's rising anger.

My eyes subconsciously glanced at the Orc King. Yes, as long as Cagalli's anger is transferred to the Orc King, I believe she will restrain herself. After all, the Orc King is the supreme being of the Orc tribe!

With a strong desire to survive, I explained fluently: "Oh, I'm so sorry for waking you up so early in the morning. In fact, there is a reason for this. Look, that is the Orc King, the monarch of the Orc tribe. , the supreme existence, is. Oh, let me go, don’t leave me, put me down quickly, help, father-in-law, save my son-in-law quickly, ah!!!”

For the next five short minutes, I screamed like never before.

It can be said that it was the darkest, scariest, and most chilling five minutes I have ever experienced to date.

In these five minutes, I endured beatings like a torrential rain, kicks like hail, and several consecutive hugs and throws.

After venting her accumulated anger for getting up, Cagalli went back to her room with a relaxed look on her face and continued to sleep.

I lay on the ground sadly, tears streaming down my face.

At this time, the orc king's strong body squatted down in front of me, and his eyes showed unprecedented sympathy and deep understanding.

I smiled bitterly and said feebly: "I'll make you laugh."

"What are you talking about?" The Beastman King shook his head sympathetically, patted my back gently with his big hand, and said with emotion: "We are all one family, I understand."

After that, he sighed softly and said: "I thought that raising Cagalli would make her life different. I never expected that she would still inherit her mother's irritability. Hey, my virtuous son-in-law, let you Suffered.”