Eric grinned: "Young Master Lance is so interested. It is rare to see you practicing swords. Do you want me to practice with you?"

"My father said that it is always difficult for a person to practice hard behind closed doors and to realize that practicing hard is a proud sword technique. In fact, it is full of flaws if he has practiced with others."

The blonde boy glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, straightened his chest, and looked at Lance provocatively.

The Second Master Viscount is a waste, which is a fact that has been circulating in the castle for a long time. Under the deliberate control and dissemination of the eldest lady, almost everyone believed so firmly. Although the Amman wizard personally admitted Lance's talent for witchcraft a week ago, this made everyone in the castle admire Lance for witchcraft. But firstly, witchcraft is too far away from them and cannot be seen or touched. Although there is a sense of fear and awe brought by various legends, it is a bit illusory compared to the real and visible powers such as swordsmanship. Secondly, a few days ago, a rumor suddenly came out of the castle that Master Lance did not have any witchcraft talent at all. The reason why the Amman wizard confirmed that Mr. Lance wrote the magic rune was only for some other reasons.

If the Viscount is in the castle, such rumors will inevitably be strangled. However, the Viscount, who has always been talking about the castle, went north to the Red River Plain with Master Griffin. The person in charge of the castle was Mrs. Nancy, so such rumors will naturally become more and more intense.

Coupled with Lance's old wasteful performance, almost everyone thought that the second young master bribed the old mage to fool Viscount Ryan. He himself was still a waste, just like before.

Among all of these people, Eric naturally included.

As the son of the captain of the castle patrol team, his status in the castle is not low. Except for the Viscount's family, the rest of the people are not as good as him. They always regard him as the most respected when they play together. Eric is arrogant and has talent in swordsmanship. Under the training of his father Aola, he has excellent swordsmanship skills at a young age, which further encourages his arrogant arrogance.

"If it were a strong man like Master Griffin, I would definitely be serving him with conscience. But why would a genius like Lance bow his head for him? Why?" Eric thought so in his heart.

He held his head up and looked at Lance.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd: "No!"

A pretty blushing girl walked out from behind the boys with a hint of grief. Her clothes were dirty and she was actually carrying a wooden sword in her hand.

"Brother Lance, you are weak, don't practice with Eric, he is very powerful." Erin looked at Lance nervously.

Lance had actually seen his sister hiding in the crowd, but he still pretended to be surprised and asked, "Irene, why are you with them?"

As the adopted daughter of the Viscount, it seems that it is not a glorious thing to be mixed with a group of boys with a status far lower than themselves.

Erin's face suddenly turned red, not knowing what to say.

Eric said first: "Master Lance, Miss Erin is just asking us for some things. But what she said just now is right. Your body is weak and may not be suitable for practicing swordsmanship, so hurry up and hide back to the castle to avoid getting sick by the sea breeze."

After saying that, he looked at Lance with a smug look on his face. The other teenagers did not dare to follow the trend, but just stood behind him and looked at Lance with gloating.

"Eric, you can't control where I want to go." Lance said slowly, but then his tone suddenly became stern:

"The inferior ones must have the awareness of the inferior ones. Your father swore allegiance to my father, and you will also swore allegiance to me in the future. I am the master, you are a servant, and when the servant speaks to the master, you must know how to be sensible. But the tone of your speaking just now made me very upset!"

"Now, apologize to me!" Lance looked at him.

Everyone was shocked. They did not expect that Lance, who was usually extremely cowardly, would have said such a thing.

Eric's face turned red. What a proud person he was, he was so ridiculed by a recognized waste in a castle!

What's more, he was ridiculed in front of Miss Erin, who he liked.

This is simply intolerable!

Fortunately, he was a bit rational. He knew that although Viscount was not in the castle, Lance was right. The relationship between the two sides was the relationship between the servant and the master. If he dared to resist, the patrol soldiers near the castle would immediately take him down. When Viscount came back, he heard that someone dared to offend his son, and he was afraid that his father would be implicated by him.

So he could only grit his teeth and lower his head in a rough voice, "Sorry, Master Lance."

But there was a bit of hatred in his eyes when he looked at Lance.

Erin looked at Lance with some concern, and she pulled his hand: "Brother Lance, forget it, Eric didn't mean it, let's go back."

Lance ignored her and looked at Eric with some jokes: "I heard that your swordsmanship is good?"

Eric said in a muffled voice: "It's okay."

"Okay!" Lance smiled and pointed at Eric, saying, "Eric, son of Ora, now I order you to compete with me in swords."

"What?!" Erin was shocked. She hurriedly pulled Lance's sleeve and shook her head, "Brother Lance, Eric's swordsmanship is very powerful, but you don't know much swordsmanship at all?"

"Don't compete with him, let's go back?"

The rest of the people were also shocked. They had a lot of contact with Lance. They had never seen Lance so confident today.

But where does his confidence come from? Looking at his figure, he is still so thin?

"Well, Young Master Lance does seem to be stronger..." A careful boy found that Lance's arms were indeed much thicker, but compared with Eric, the tall and big man opposite, it was a terrible thing.

Eric is seventeen years old this year and is almost as tall and strong as his father. He has practiced swordsmanship for more than eight years, and there are not many people in the castle patrol team that are better than him.

In everyone's opinion, Lance's choice of Erick's sword will definitely end up being terrible.

When Eric heard this, he was overjoyed. He was worried that he had no place to vent his anger. Lance, a waste, actually came to his door to find abuse?

He hurriedly agreed.

"Okay, Master Lance, let's start."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to jump into the martial arts field, quickly picked up a wooden sword and held it in his hand, and put it in a very standard posture.

He didn't dare to use the real sword. Lance was a young master after all, and if something really happened, he couldn't take it. However, using the wooden sword could also humiliate Lance. At the same time, it could also be said that he could not stop his hand and accidentally injured him when practicing swords.

"Damn guy, how dare you say I am your servant?" A trace of hideousness flashed in Eric's eyes: "How could a genius like me be your servant? See how I teach you a lesson!"

"Brother Lance, don't compete with him!" Erin said with some concern.

Lance smiled and shook his head, signaling Erin to put down his hand, and then walked to Eric.

"But before fighting the sword, I have a rule," Lance said.

"What rules?"

"We can only use basic sword skills when we compete in swords." Lance looked at Eric and explained, "Because I only know this kind of sword skills."

"You only know basic sword skills but you dare to compete with me?" Eric almost laughed out loud.

This Young Master Lance is not a coward, but a brainless person!

"Even if you only use basic swordsmanship, you can beat this useless man with my physical fitness alone!" Eric firmly believed this and agreed with a full voice: "Of course, we can use basic swordsmanship, not other ones."

Lance nodded, he raised the wooden sword, made a simple blocking position, and said, "Come on."

Before he finished speaking, Eric rushed over.

"How much does this kid want to abuse me..." Lance smiled in his heart, took a step back, and made a move.

Blocking successfully!

Lance is already very skilled in the six major sword moves of basic swordsmanship, and due to the chips, his movements at this time are almost exactly the same as Poirot. Poirot's sword moves are the most standard in the patrol, so he is also the most powerful one.

"Bang bang!"

With two muffled sounds, Eric had attacked three times in a row, and each time it was extremely accurate to resist by Lance. His movements were very concise and clear, but very effective.

From the perspective of skills, the gap between Lance and Eric seems to be small. However, from the perspective of physical fitness, the two are far behind.

"Although I successfully blocked it, my arms felt numb. If you block it a few more times, your arms will probably be soft. When you do the movements, you will unconsciously distort and lose the effect of the sword move." Lance pondered in his heart. Facing the fierce Eric, he no longer blocked it hard, but instead took a light turn and avoided the opponent's attack.

"It's my turn!"

Lance sent over with an extremely standard horizontal slash. Although it looked ordinary, it made Eric feel extremely uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!