Roger became more anxious when he heard Hezhe's constant urging. He inadvertently touched the sword Zolferca on his waist.

He had a sudden inspiration and pulled out Zolferca, slashed a place that was enough to step on his feet, and then slashed down, slashing out a gap.

Roger cut down one after another, and a dozen gaps quickly appeared on the rock. Roger put his knife into the sheath and began to climb on the rock.

It was much easier now. He Zhe nodded with satisfaction from watching. This apprentice was not stupid.

Roger climbed up the gap and finally crossed the rock.

He jumped from above, jumped to the ground and rolled a few times, in order to relieve the pressure of jumping down.

When Roger came down, he was already breathless and was unable to breathe, and many of the wounds on his body were still bleeding.

Hezhe walked to him and said, "Get up! Let's take a break first!"

"Okay." Roger felt relieved, took the water handed over by Hezhe and poured it down in one gulp. A bottle of water disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Butler Hezhe, Roger, where are you?" A girl's voice sounded, and Hezhe quickly said, "We are here."

A woman who ran over was Tatia.

Tatia held a box in her hand and hurried over after seeing the two of them.

"Roger, what's wrong with you?" Tatia said in surprise, looking at the wounds of all sizes of Roger's body.

"Oh, it's nothing. I got a little injury during training. Do you have gauze? Can you bandage it for me?" Roger asked.

Tatia shook her head and said, "When Butler Hezhe asked me to come, he didn't ask me to bring gauze."

Roger cursed inwardly, and could only pull off his clothes and bandage them.

Tatia blushed when she saw his abdominal muscles and turned her head quickly.

"Continue to train," Hezhe said.

"yes!"

Roger ran towards the distance again. This time he learned the lessons before. Although he was still a little hurt, it was much better than before.

It was approaching noon, and Hezhe called Roger back.

"Master, it's time to have lunch!" Roger ran back panting and said to Hezhe.

Seeing his sweat and wounds, Hezhe couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and said, "I've prepared it for you a long time, come and eat it."

Roger walked aside, Tatia opened the box in his hand, which contained the delicious food. Roger swallowed and couldn't wait to start eating and drinking.

Training is really exhausting. If you don’t make up for something, you can’t hold on!

"Tatia, do you make these dishes?" Roger asked while eating. Tatia gracefully put a piece of pastry into her mouth, forming a clear contrast with Roger's eating and drinking. Tatia said, "Yes."

Roger swallowed a mouthful of food and said, "I didn't expect you to have this hand. It tastes really good!"

"If you have some delicious food, eat more!" Tatia said with a smile, her face full of satisfaction.

The three of them quickly swept away what Tatia brought. After eating, Roger burped with satisfaction. He touched his stomach and moaned.

The three of them took a break for a while. After the rest, Roger said to Hezhe, "Master, what are we practicing next?"

Hezhe stood up, pulled out his sword, handed it to Roger, and said, "Practice swordsmanship, aim at the rocks, see if you have the strength to cut off the rocks?"

Roger looked at Hezhe in surprise and said, "Master, is it a bit difficult to cut off the rock?"

"As a swordsman, you must bravely challenge whatever you are in front of you. This rock is just a small obstacle. If you can't even cut off the rock, your strength will never be improved!" Hezhe said seriously.

"I understand." Roger took the sword from Hezhe's hand and walked to the front of a rock in front of him.

This rock is only more than half a meter high and looks inconspicuous, but its strength is no worse than other rocks.

"Ha!" Roger shouted and slashed the rock with one knife, but except for leaving a shallow knife mark, it did not cause any substantial damage.

Roger looked at the knife in his hand depressedly, and a small gap appeared on the edge of the knife, "Master, how can you cut off the rock? The edge of the knife is blunt, and the rock is too strong." Roger handed the knife to Hezhe to see.

Hezhe hit Roger's head with a fist and said, "You idiot, who told you to see it directly with a knife? Even if the knife is sharp, it will be dull."

"How to chop it?" Roger said innocently, touching his head.

He Zhe snorted coldly and said, "Look, the power of swordsmanship lies in people, not in swords, concentrate all the strength of the body at one point, condense the sword energy, and then!" He Zhe shouted lightly, and the dust around him flew up with his momentum, and then gently swung out, and an invisible sword energy easily split the rock, as simple as splitting tofu blocks.

Roger stood there, it was too simple.

Hezhe glanced at the stunned Roger, coughed, and said, "You try it." Roger took the sword and tried to concentrate, "Ha!" A sword energy slashed out, but only a shallow trace was left on the rock.

Hezhe walked over and said, "It's good to have such a result for the first time. The key to swordsmanship is to persist. Your talent is still OK. As long as you persist, your swordsmanship will not be low in time."

Roger was inspired by the feeling of great encouragement and continued to raise his long knife and practice hard.

Time flies and it is evening. "Roger, okay, come and have supper!" Hezhe greeted Roger. Tatia had already prepared the supper.

Roger looked at the rock reluctantly, and it was covered with dense cut marks, which seemed to be fragile and vulnerable, but only Roger knew how hard this rock was, and he could not split it even with hundreds of attacks.

Roger ran to the car. Tatia had already set up a rack here and was making soup. The fragrance kept coming out of the small pot, gurgling, probably a very delicious dish.

After the soup was boiled, Tatia brought a bowl to Hezhe first. Hezhe blew the heat, brought the bowl to his mouth, and took a sip of the hot soup, and his whole body felt warm.

"Tatia, your little girl has such a good craftsmanship! I wish I could marry such a virtuous wife as my silly apprentice." Hezhe teased.

Tatia suddenly blushed and looked at Roger with a shot. Roger was drinking the soup aside, sighing in his heart, and said to himself: Master, you haven't seen this girl's bold style on the battlefield. If you marry her home, wouldn't you cause any trouble for yourself?
Chapter completed!