"This kind of power can only be matched by at least a high knight! If he is promoted to a high-level knight, I may not be his opponent. I really can't underestimate anyone!"
While Sver was reflecting on himself, Paul, who was watching the fun with great interest, came over.
"Brother Sver, is this the strength of Brother Rupert? I think it's better for you to be the deputy leader. With your strength as a great knight, it's not easy to convince the crowd!"
Listening to Paul's taken-for-granted nonsense, Sver glared at him angrily.
"You think you can become the deputy leader just by convincing the crowd. It's easy to convince the crowd, but the most important thing is to get that one person to agree with you!"
Looking in the direction that Sver was looking, Paul understood instantly.
"That's right. Compared to Brother Rupert, we really don't have the confidence!"
It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to be the deputy leader. In fact, Sver considered it on the first day he joined the Knights, but as Paul said, he didn't have the confidence to reassure Clemont.
"Damn it, Rupert is so fierce?"
At this time, Clemont had no intention of paying attention to anything else. Rupert's performance really surprised him.
Although he had seen Rupert kill a first-level monster with a hammer before, at that time he could easily kill a second-order monster, so he didn't think about innate divine power.
Now it seems that Rupert must have a special talent, but unfortunately, he has tried it on Rupert before, but he did not copy any special talents.
The winner was soon decided on the court. Although Kevin and Zaik performed very tenaciously and cooperated very cleverly, in the face of absolute strength, they could only suffer from Northeastern.
After being pulled up by Rupert, the two pale-faced people were still in disbelief, but their trembling hands told them that this was not a dream.
"Deputy Captain, we lost!"
The deputy captain's shout was sincere, and the two people who came back to their senses were completely impressed.
"Hahaha, easy to say, easy to say, there is no shame in losing to me, after all, I am a man who has been taught by the leader personally!"
Looking at the two people who looked decadent, Rupert threw away the stick, laughed and patted the two of them on the shoulders, but the topic was also changed by him at the same time.
"Haha, that's right! He also learned the art of imperial control!"
Hearing the laughter, Clemont chuckled, and at the same time he completely let go of his worries. With Rupert here, he would have less to worry about.
"Ah, no wonder your stick skills, deputy captain, are so exquisite!"
Everyone on the sidelines was a little envious. At this moment, they couldn't wait to be taught by the leader.
Seeing everyone's gaze, Clemont walked to the center of the field and started teaching without hiding.
As we all know, Clement is a man of his word, except for Mandy!
"Why are you still standing there? Don't think that I won't kick you if you perform well! Do you know why you lost?"
When passing by the two people who were in a daze, Clemont naturally kicked each of them on the buttocks.
"have no idea!"
The two replied blankly.
"I don't know why you should go and listen carefully!"
"Oh! Okay, Lord Lord!"
Bang! Clemont kicked him again.
"How many times have I told you to call me captain!"
The two people who were kicked again had fully reacted at this time.
So after calming down, he shouted loudly with excitement on his face.
"Yes, leader!"
Then he walked to the edge of the field and sat down.
As Claremont's small swordsmanship class started, everyone listened attentively. They were so well prepared that they even took out paper and pens from their arms on the spot and took notes while learning.
Time passed very quickly, and with Clemont explaining every move, it was noon in the blink of an eye.
Needless to say, there is no need to talk about the food of the Knights. The thick soup cooked with Warcraft meat is paired with soft and sweet white bread. Clemont ate three big bowls of it. Even Mandy, who has never been a fan of soup, was influenced by him.
I ate a big bowlful next time.
Of course, the main reason is that he is hungry, otherwise with his spoiled appetite, he would not have eaten so much.
"Master Captain, is that what you just said about the sword moving as you please?"
While Clemont was taking a rest, Sver, who looked thoughtful, came to him and made signs with the white bread in his hand.
Because he was so fascinated by what he was listening to, when he was eating in Clemont, Sver was still thinking about the swordsmanship, which caused him to almost run out of food. After finishing the meal, he couldn't wait to verify his results.
"Huh?" Looking at Sver, who was holding a bowl and gesturing with white bread, a greeting came to Clemont's head, who was lying on a lounge chair and relaxing in the sun.
But he wasn't confused because of Sver's behavior, he wished everyone was like this!
It's because Sver's state at this time is that the sword can move as he pleases.
Waiting until he exited this state, Clemont asked.
"Have you ever entered this state before?"
"No." Sver shook his head. He had been stuck in intermediate swordsmanship before, and this was the first time he entered this mysterious state.
After asking some more questions, Clemont lowered his head and pondered.
"In other words, before I gave the lecture, he was only an intermediate swordsman at most, so he mastered advanced swordsmanship in the morning?"
Although it was a bit exaggerated, the facts were right in front of him and he couldn't help but not believe it.
However, this may also be related to his detailed explanation. For those who are on the doorstep, it may be just a step away.
Of course, he is not a swordsman genius or anything like that. After all, he is already in his mid-twenties. Regardless of his age, he can be considered a half-genius at most!
"Congratulations!"
Hearing these words, Sver suddenly became excited, but his good self-cultivation prevented him from showing it too much.
"Master Captain, thank you! Without your generous support, I would not have been promoted!"
This sentence comes from the bottom of his heart. With his talent, if he had not had the opportunity, he might have been stuck in intermediate swordsmanship for the rest of his life. It was Clemont's selflessness that gave him the opportunity to go further.
"Well, keep working hard. Advanced swordsmanship is just the beginning of real swordsmanship! There will be a broader sky waiting for you in the future!"
Although he doesn't know what real swordsmanship is, it doesn't affect his pretense at all.
'Well... I have to find time to ask the teacher. I always feel that specialization ability is not that simple!'
In the afternoon, after another two hours of explanation, the swordsmanship class was completely over. After all, he didn't know what was behind the master level, and he still hadn't fully understood the master level swordsmanship in him.
"Elvira, Shirley, from now on you will come here to train with the Knights every day! You will train whatever they train. Since you have chosen this path, you must be able to endure the hardship!"
Hearing the master's instructions, Avila nodded lightly, and she was ready!
"Don't worry, Master! Shirley will definitely become a Knight of the Storm Eagle!"
Carrying a sword that was about the same size as hers, Shirley hammered her plump chest with determination, but she regretted it after the hammering.
Looking at Shirley's somewhat suppressed red cheeks, Clemont smiled and rubbed her head.
"Wrap that thing up when you train in the future, otherwise you will suffer a lot!"
"Oh, I know, Master!"
Facing Clemont's gaze, Shirley lowered her head shyly.