Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Abel has two entry slots, perhaps the difference between one silver star and two stars, of which only the first one has entries.

Ron looked at the attributes. This green entry has two effects.

[Great Wisdom and Foolishness: A honest and cheerful appearance will make people let down their guard and significantly improve their ability to observe words and emotions]

Recalling the several times I had contact with Abel in my mind, I found that this second-level knight had some rough spots.

Afterwards, Ron also encouraged Abel with a few words, "I feel relieved to have you in the Baron Mansion" and so on, hearing Abel express his loyalty again.

It's just that Abel's favorability hasn't broken through to 90. It seems that 89 to 90 is a hurdle.

Just when Ron wanted to use an excuse to see the strength of the second-order knight, Abel suggested thoughtfully: "Lord, please stay and see the results of our training. You will not be disappointed."

Of course Ron wouldn't refuse, this was a great opportunity to learn about extraordinary powers.

The waiter brought tables and chairs and placed them next to the corridor in the courtyard. The tables were covered with refreshments. After Ron took his seat, Abel shouted: "Sig, Ibuprofen, you two start sparring, show your true skills." !”

The two people whose names were called were not nervous, but excited, but the other knights were disappointed and did not call their names.

The two picked up their weapons and came to the center of the field. As the Six Knights, their strength was not much different.

Ron remembered that the knight named Ibuprofen had the white entry of [Basic Arm Strength], which had the same effect as the literal meaning, improving arm strength to a certain extent.

Abel saw Ron's attention on the two of them and explained: "Sig's talent is the highest among them, and his strength is among the top ranks among the first-order knights. Ibuprofen is extremely talented, just in terms of arm strength. No one can defeat him, so if they fight with swords, Sig is probably no match."

Hearing this, Ron asked curiously: "Ibuprofen is so strong? How do you compare with him in terms of arm strength?"

"If I try my best, it will be easy." Abel answered honestly.

Ron was confident that the white entry was still too weak to win in a cross-level battle, but it could easily crush ordinary people at the same level.

During the conversation, Sig and Ibuprofen had already started fighting.

Ron looked over attentively. The two men's swordsmanship was very high. He didn't know how to understand it. He just felt that it was different from what he imagined. He couldn't see any extraordinary power at all.

After watching it carefully for a while, the only thing that was clear was that Ibuprofen was very strong, his moves were powerful, and every movement was extremely powerful, a bit like those heavyweight fighters, a big sword in his hand was like a toy.

Sig, on the other hand, prefers dexterity, and is actually as good as ibuprofen. This situation is unlikely to happen according to common sense. This may be the role of extraordinary power.

Suddenly, Abel said, "Ibuprofen is going to lose."

Ron frowned. The ibuprofen in the field was still very fast. Wherever the big sword was swung, Sig didn't dare to take it hard. Could this tell that he was about to lose?

Three seconds later, Sig's sword stopped under Ibuprofen's neck, and the victory was decided.

Ron was surprised. Abel was indeed an experienced second-level knight. Perhaps the sparring of these knights was like playing house in his eyes.

Afterwards, Abel arranged several more sparring matches. After the excitement just now, Ron became a little bored. These knights had extraordinary powers, which were very powerful, but he couldn't see the way.

It's like a group of scientific research experts are discussing how to build a nuclear fusion reactor. Can you, a student who has never even entered the classroom, understand it?

Although he was bored, Ron couldn't leave. He would pour cold water on the knights and chat with Irene or Abel while eating tea, talking about which knight was the most powerful, whether any knight had a girlfriend, etc. of.

When all the knights finished sparring, Abel saluted Ron and then went on the field with his heavy sword. Ron was startled for a moment and became interested.

"Come on, the last round, all of you come on!" Abel said domineeringly.

The knights looked at each other, and suddenly a small voice sounded in the quiet field, "This is the first time I have seen the captain so mean. When our fighting spirit is almost exhausted, he wants to bully us and show his power in front of the lord."

Abel's eyes fell on Sig's face, he was the one who spoke before.

Ibuprofen gloated and said, "You're done."

All the knights were prepared, fearing that they would become the captain's breakthrough point. Under the watchful eye of the lord, whoever fell to the ground first would be the most embarrassed.

Abel didn't give them any chance. He held the heavy sword tightly with both hands and placed it horizontally at his side. A heavy momentum spurted out like a flame. Even the heavy sword in his hand was covered. Wind pressure was generated out of thin air on the ground, and the wind rolled down. Dust rises.

"This is!"

Ron stared, and he noticed that the air around Abel's heavy sword was distorted, as if the air was burned by the high temperature of a flame.

He speculated in his mind that this phenomenon occurred because Abel used fighting energy to wrap the epee?

Is this method unique to second-level knights?

In the field.

Abel's muscles tightened, his upper body sank, his feet dug into the ground like tree roots, the muscles and veins on his arms beat, and the heavy sword moved accordingly.

Sig stared and shouted: "Defend quickly, the captain used that move!"

He didn't need to remind him at all, all the knights could see that cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Cangya!"

Abel swung his heavy sword more than ten meters away, and Ron saw with his own eyes that a strong wind or something else hit the knights on the opposite side hard.

With a bang, more than twenty first-order knights all fell to the ground.

Ron was stunned.

Is this extraordinary power?

I really want it.

——

That night, Ron sat on the bed and read a notebook, which Abel had given him. It recorded Abel's experience in practicing fighting qi.

This notebook is very valuable to any first-level knight.

Ron asked Abel if he had the talent to practice fighting spirit and how long it would take to reach the second level.

He guessed that only by breaking through to the second level would it be possible to open the second entry slot.

The path of the magician has been blocked. If the fighting spirit is not enough, then try to 'believe in gods' to gain divine power. However, it is probably very difficult to believe in a certain 'god' with his mature three views.

At that time, Abel gave good news. Ron had the talent to practice fighting spirit, but not much.

It takes at least seven years to become a second-level knight, and this is assuming that Ron has a noble status.

"Seven years later, when I am twenty-two years old, when I open the second entry and read out the entry about fighting spirit talent, I will be promoted to the third and fourth levels of knights very quickly."

If the number of entries is related to the level, then Ron will open new entries every time he advances to a level. As long as he ensures rapid advancement, the entries can be obtained at will.

"However, seven years is a bit too long."

Ron suddenly wanted to replace his 'immortal' entry with one of cultivation talent, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get it in the future.

The golden entry status that appeared at that time has never appeared again. Maybe I only have one chance to have a golden finger.

Thinking of this, Ron quickly threw away this terrible thought. It would never be possible to get rid of [immortality]!

He also thought that he would be able to live forever anyway, so he could afford to wait for this little time.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Ron meditated according to the content in the notes. There is a unique way to practice fighting qi. Without the guidance of predecessors, it would be difficult for ordinary people to get started.

There are all kinds of energy substances in the world. What Dou Qi practitioners need is 'Qi', which is their name for the energy they need.

This kind of 'Qi' is everywhere. The free Qi is very violent. Direct inhalation is harmful to the human body. If you want to use it for your own use, you need to meditate to 'pacify' this Qi until you can control it.

When you first meditate, Qi will enter the body and form a cyclone, which is a sign of entry.

"Hey, there's a cyclone in my body!"

Three hours later, Ron finally entered a meditative state. The first time he discovered that there was a very small cyclone in his body, it was small enough to be ignored. If it weren't for Abel's notes, he would have never been able to discover it.

Soon, he figured out that it was the result of his predecessor's own practice.

"You must be lazy, you are so young." Ron hated the iron.

After thinking about it, Ron continued to meditate, absorbing the free air outside the body into the body, and slowly growing his own cyclone. This was a labor of love and could not be rushed.

——

In the early morning, Ron opened his eyes. He passively withdrew from the meditative state. He possessed the attribute of [immortality] and had strong vitality. He had more energy than ordinary people. Even if he stayed up all night, Ron's current state was not bad.

"It seems that meditation cannot replace sleep. Also, meditation absorbs energy and consumes energy. From this perspective, I will reach the second level earlier than Abel said."

Ron was happy in his heart. Abel would not have thought that his energy was several times that of ordinary people, and he spent less time sleeping to practice fighting spirit.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting attention, Ron would have wanted to put a "God rewards those who work hard" on his bedside.

In the days that followed, Ron's life began to become more fulfilling. During the day, he was handling official duties while playing with various jewelry items.

And at night, it’s time to practice fighting spirit. He only had four hours of sleep, unlike No. 1 who stayed up all night. Although he was immortal, he had to pay attention to his physical health. After all, he was still immortal even if he was paralyzed.

In short, on the premise of ensuring physical health, Ron gradually practiced Dou Qi and worked hard to reach the first level.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

That morning, a silver-haired man in his thirties came in from outside, found Egbert who was talking, and shouted in a panic: "Father."

"What are you talking about! Didn't you see that I was talking to Mr. Abel? Have you forgotten the etiquette I taught you?" Egbert's face was serious, making the silver-haired man very afraid.

Abel came out to the rescue and said: "Mr. Egbert, don't be angry. Let's listen to what Black has to say first. There must be a reason for him to be so anxious."

Egbert nodded and looked at his son, "Go ahead."

After hearing his father's words, Blake immediately spoke, "This morning, the mayor of Cote Town came to the mine to find me and said that Ms. 'Elva' died at home. According to the time, the death time was a week ago."

Blake continued to talk about the information he had obtained, not noticing the calm expressions on his father's and Abel's faces.

The two of them didn't interrupt him, and just listened to him quietly.

"There were no signs of fighting in Ms. Elva's home. She must have been killed with one blow, and all the property in the home was lost. My father, Mr. Abel, I speculate that the prisoner broke into the house to seek wealth and murder."

Blake said with certainty. Seeing that neither of them spoke, he urgently requested, "Ms. Elva was the head maid of the Baron Mansion. She was killed and it was the lord who was insulted! We can't let the prisoner go!"

Egbert nodded and ordered: "That's right. Black, please go to the three towns and post notices. The head maid of the Baron's Palace was killed by the 'Black Crow' and all the money was taken away. The Baron's Palace launched a full-scale wanted manhunt. Anyone submitted Rewards for those with information.”

"Can"

Seeing what Blake wanted to say, Egbert narrowed his eyes and looked over, "Why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes, Father." Forced by his father's majesty, Black had no choice but to retreat.

After he left, Abel smiled and said: "Mr. Egbert, so this is the time for you to say it. But, do you really don't need to tell Blake the truth?"

Egbert shook his head and said: "Blake slacked off after the previous lord gave him the surname Arnold. He needs to be taught a lesson. If he behaves badly this time, I will ask the lord to revoke his supervision of the mine. position, go home and reflect on it."

So cruel!

Abel was surprised. He had worked with Egbert for many years and knew the situation in his family very well.

The Egbert family will send the best generation to the Baron Mansion to train them with the responsibility of assisting the Baron. Each generation will become the steward of the Baron Mansion.

If the Baron Arnold family takes a fancy to it, they will give him the surname "Arnold" so that he can take over the position of butler in the future.

It can be said that when Egbert gets old or dies, the next butler will be Black.

If the position of Black Mine is really revoked, it will prove that he is incompetent. Whether he can take over as housekeeper in the future will be in doubt, and even his surname may be taken back.