Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

The experts from Alfred had made arrangements, and Ron didn't bother to think too much. The construction of the territory needed time to catalyze, and there was no need to rush.

Knowledge of herbal medicine and field cultivation are okay, but building a building requires a lot of money. The Baron's Palace can't afford it at the moment, so we can only wait for them to come up with a plan. Whether to build it or not depends on whether there are enough gold coins.

Everything has to be done sooner or later, so it doesn’t hurt to prepare early.

Ron asked the maid who sneaked over to follow Theresa, but she couldn't stay for long as she would be sent back in a few days.

From the maid's mouth, Teresa also learned about the specific situation of Alfred's territory, which was generally not optimistic.

In the war between the two sides, it seems that the Marquis is at a disadvantage. But the Marquis Mansion also has hundreds of years of foundation, so it won't be defeated so easily.

All affairs in Arnold Territory are proceeding in an orderly manner, and everything is developing in a good direction.

On this day, Sig came back from outside, handed over the materials Nancy wanted to the alchemy workshop, and went to the training ground.

After a period of actual combat, he gained a new understanding of his own strength. Ordinary monsters could not survive a move in his hands.

After strengthening his body, Sig's strength was changing every day. He could clearly feel the speed of getting stronger. At this time, an idea appeared in his mind that he might break through to the third level before Captain Abel!

Sig himself was startled by the idea.

"Sig is back from Miss Nancy? There was no trouble in this hunting, right?"

At this time, Abel was wiping his new equipment while chatting to Sig. Looking at the look on his face that he couldn't put it down, it was clear that he really liked it.

"Yes, the material this time is the tip of the horn of a two-tailed unicorn. It is not troublesome to deal with, and all the time is spent on searching." Sig said.

After hearing his words, Abel paused in his movements and raised his eyebrows to look at Sig next to him, "The two-tailed one-horned bull is extremely powerful when it reaches adulthood, and the threat level approaches the third level. You solved it easily?"

Sig still nodded.

Abel was silent for a moment, put on his equipment, and said, "Come! Let's practice."

At this moment, Sig was a little nervous, but more excited.

The two came to the center of the field. Everyone else had important matters to attend to, and only Malcolm was resting, so he was present.

Abel was wearing armor and holding a big sword, and his momentum was rising steadily.

Sensing the rainbow-like momentum approaching, Sig knew that the captain was serious, but he was fearless and held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, which began to get hot and turned red.

Abel, who was ten meters away, felt the pressure. His pupils shrank and his expression became serious.

After the lord and his team came back, Abel noticed the difference in Sig. He could see from Sig's usual training that the other party was full of fighting spirit and confidence.

He was not stupid and guessed that it was the lord who made Sig become like this.

But he couldn't understand what he had done to allow a knight who had just broken through the second level to have the strength to threaten him, a senior second-level knight, in a short period of time!

On the sidelines, Malcolm's eyes widened, and the strong confrontation made it difficult for him to breathe.

Is that person Sig?

He had an expression of disbelief, and his whole body began to tremble.

"drink!"

Sig was the first to attack, and his indomitable momentum pushed his body to quickly close the distance, slashing down from top to bottom with his sword.

boom.

The sword struck the floor. Abel took three steps sideways, raised his sword and struck Sig directly under his ribs.

This attack angle is very tricky, and it is difficult for Sig to adjust his posture just after taking action, which shows that Abel has rich combat experience.

"What?"

Abel's expression was stunned, and he saw Sig dodge his attack with a strange posture, and then quickly retreated several meters away.

On the other side, Sig was still frightened and deeply admired Captain Abel's experience. If he hadn't used high temperatures to polish his body every day to make him more flexible, he would have been hit by the attack just now.

After just one fight, Sig realized his shortcomings in combat experience. The monsters in the forest relied entirely on instinct and were not as complex and changeable as humans, so they often needed to think of countermeasures.

Just like just now, Abel remained completely motionless in the face of Sig's attack. When Sig's sword was almost in front of him, he used his fighting spirit to speed up and dodge the attack, and then swung a fatal blow.

"Come again!"

Sig once again attacked with his sword. This time he was much more cautious. The two swords clashed more than a hundred times within a one-meter range, with fire and clanging sounds.

In this fight, Abel had the upper hand with his rich experience, but that was all. Sig relied on his strong body and sufficient physical strength to maintain a stalemate with him.

Once Abel regained his strength a little, Sig would bounce back like a spring, making it even harder to deal with.

At this moment, Abel finally noticed something strange about Sig's body. This was not the physical strength that a normal second-level knight should have!

After fighting until now, his breathing has become rapid. On the other hand, Sig is like a humanoid monster!

No, even monsters have their limitations.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, Sig was finally defeated by a single move. Abel looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "You didn't use all your strength just now."

He could feel that Seager was holding back.

Sig smiled and did not answer directly, but said: "The captain didn't use 'Cangya' either, didn't he?"

Abel's combat skill 'Cangya' is extremely powerful and is a killer weapon, rarely used.

After hearing this, Abel fell silent and sighed: "Your strength has surpassed mine."

How long has it been, just two months? Abel can't understand what happened? Or how the lord did it.

At this time, a figure slowly walked towards the entrance of the training ground. After seeing Abel, he ran over with his little legs jumping.

"Uncle Abel, the lord asked you to go to his room."

Abel turned his head and saw the cheerful and kind face of the visitor, "It's Irene, I'll go over right away. By the way, did the lord say what's going on?"

Eileen shook her head and said, "I don't know about that. Uncle, please go over there quickly."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Abel quickly took off his armor and ran towards the inner courtyard of the mansion.

"Sig, use your magic!"

Immediately afterwards, Irene took out several wooden boxes and placed them in front of Sig, allowing him to use his abilities.

"I told you it's not magic."

Sig said angrily, and then quickly cooled down the wooden box, and it froze in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the natural joy on Irene's face, Sig couldn't help but ask: "Are these popsicles so delicious? How much do they cost? I'll buy one."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of taking out money. Suddenly, he froze and realized that he didn't even have a copper coin on him. He froze there.

"Not for sale!"

Aileen refused righteously, "I cook according to the number of people and taste, not your share."

"There's something special about this!"

"Of course. For example, this pudding-flavored popsicle belongs to Little Mellie. This potato-flavored popsicle belongs to Mr. Egbert."

Sig interrupted: "Potatoes can also be used to make popsicles? And what kind of flavor does Mr. Egbert have?"

Ron ordered some of the potatoes grown previously to be kept. He told the chef several common ways to make potatoes and made them for everyone to taste.

Unexpectedly, everyone has different tastes, some like boiled food, some like fried food, but Egbert has a special taste and likes it no matter what it is made into.

In his words, this is a gift from the lord, it must be delicious!

"Of course potatoes can be made into popsicles, right?"

Erin said matter-of-factly, "For example, the sweet fruit flavor belongs to Miss Nancy, and the sugar flavor belongs to Sister Joyce."

"Wait, Miss Nancy, I understand. But isn't Joyce Miss Melitoya's teacher? She has one too?"

Sig still doesn't know that Joyce is now in charge of the political affairs of Arnold Territory, and thinks that comparing Joyce to those who came before her is a bit too flattering.

"Humph! Don't underestimate Sister Joyce. This popsicle was given to Sister Joyce by the young master."

As soon as Irene said this, Sig looked surprised and did not dare to ask any more questions.

"This one belongs to Miss Theresa, and the last one belongs to me. Anyway, if you want to eat popsicles, I can ask the young master for you." Irene held the wooden box happily, feeling the coolness coming from it. So comfortable.

Sig was startled, "No need to trouble you, actually I don't really want to eat it."

"That's really a pity. These popsicles are most comfortable to eat when the weather is hot. There was originally a more delicious thing called ice cream, but the young master said that we lacked the ingredients and couldn't make it."

Erin looked regretful and went to deliver popsicles to people after not chatting for long. After Irene left, Malcolm came over and asked with a look as if he had just met: "Sig, when did you become so strong?"

Sig chuckled, "Because I have faith in my heart."

Malcolm sneered, "We guardian knights don't pray to God. If we really want to believe in it, there is only one person who believes in it."

Sig smiled and said nothing.

——

Mansion, Ron's room.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door. Ron kept reading and said without raising his head: "Come in."

Hearing the voice of permission, Abel just walked into the room, "Lord, what do you want from me?"

His eyes fell on the book in Ron's hand. There were pictures on it. It seemed to be a picture book sold in the market. When did the lord become interested in these.

"Well, take a look at this first." Ron held up the book in his hand, and Abel immediately bowed and took it with both hands.

Doubts arose in his heart at this time. The lord called him and didn't know what he was talking about. Instead, he asked him to look at a picture book. What was the purpose of this?

Then, his eyes widened. The protagonist in this picture book looked like the lord!

Abel read it carefully. The picture book described very little. It was about a young lord who fearlessly defeated evildoers, cracked major cases wisely and bravely, and solved the food problem mercifully.

The content of the painting above was exactly the same as what Ron had experienced. Abel's expression changed. Could it be that the enemies hiding in the dark had grasped the Lord's whereabouts and created this painting to warn of threats?

Probably not. If that were the case, then the content in the drawing book should be discrediting.

Abel frowned, wondering what Ron meant by this move, and asked: "Lord, what is the original of this painting?"

"It was painted by Veronica. Do you think the painting is very realistic?" Ron asked with a smile.

After returning from the royal capital, Veronica was nowhere to be seen. It turned out that she was hiding in her room drawing these things, or Diana found her and found the drawing book, which eventually fell into his hands.

Although Diana asked the lord to punish Veronica, Ron saw some possibility in this picture book.

Compared with dry words, beautiful pictures are more popular with people. Perhaps this picture book can be used and spread among the people of the lord to improve the image of the lord.

Seeing Ron smiling happily and not seeming to be making sarcastic remarks, Abel didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Forget it, you don't understand either."

Then, Ron got down to business, "I'm calling you here because there's a major event related to your future."

"Abel Guy, I ask you as the lord, the head of the Arnold family, and the person you will serve for your whole life, do you want to gain power?"

Ron's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder exploding in Abel's ears, and he was in a daze for a moment.

"I want to! Please give me the power to protect you." At this moment, Abel suppressed the emotions that were constantly rising in his heart and begged Ron on one knee.

He was now completely sure that the changes in Sig's body were due to some kind of power bestowed upon him by the lord.

And this gift would soon fall on him. He was looking forward to it, excited, and grateful that all kinds of emotions lingered in Abel's heart.

"Well, your firm will pleases me, and I will give you new power." As the words fell, Ron put his hand on Abel's head, doing exactly the same thing as when he gave Sig the ability.

As a hand fell on Abel's head, all these messy thoughts disappeared, and an emotion called faith emerged deep in his heart.

On Ron's side, he was looking at Abel's character card. His favorability had exceeded 95 a few days ago, and he deliberately chose today when Abel was not on duty to write an entry for him.

Abel is a second-level knight with two entry slots. Entry 1 is of green quality [Great Wisdom and Foolishness], while entry 2 is empty.

Ron pondered for a moment and decided to brush both entry slots into high-quality entries.

Abel's loss of this green entry will not change him.

The attributes of this type of entry are equivalent to a 'learning accelerator', which allows you to quickly learn a certain aspect of knowledge. When you have most of the knowledge, then remove this 'accelerator', and the knowledge you have acquired will not disappear from your mind.

Therefore, Ron's brushing off Abel's entry will not have a big impact.

Thinking of this, Ron set his sights on entry 2, and for now it was better to brush up the empty ones.

——[Big eyes (white): You are born with eyes that are larger than ordinary people, which can help you see small things clearly]

——[Eagle Eye (White): You have a pair of sharp eyes, which improves your vision when looking far away]

——[A dog relies on human power (green): You are born humble and easily bullied, but luckily you have a good master]

After more than ten minutes, Ron twitched his eyebrows. Abel's situation was different from Sig's, and it was particularly difficult to write entries.

There were not many good entries that could be used. It was similar to the first time he wrote an entry for himself. If he hadn't entered that strange state, the entry for "Immortality" would not have been written at all.

Ron looked at Abel, who was still kneeling on one knee. He was heartbroken and continued to retrieve entries.

Sig has a purple entry, and Abel also wants to get a purple entry. He doesn't want to be partial.

Half an hour later.

Abel is a second-level knight with a strong physique. He can kneel on one knee for a whole day without any problem. Ron didn't say it was okay, and he would keep kneeling like this.

At this time, bloodshot eyes appeared in the whites of Ron's eyes, and his eyes stared into the void.

I don’t believe it. You won’t give me a purple one today!

It seemed to be some kind of joke. When Ron's idea appeared, a purple light suddenly appeared.

His eyes widened suddenly.

——[Aplysia white plus black (purple): Your physique is special, you are male during the day and female at night. When male, immune to physical damage. When female, immune to magic damage]

The moment he saw this entry, Ron couldn't breathe out.