Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Ron's hand that had just been placed on Malcolm's head was withdrawn.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Not only did the purple entry come out once, but it also happened to be the sword attribute that Malcolm was good at.

He waved his hand, "Go down, remember to be careful when going out in the future."

This move confused Malcolm, and his extremely high level of loyalty prevented him from questioning it. He bowed as ordered and exited the room.

He returned to the training ground. Abel and Sig, who were sparring, looked at each other and were stunned. So fast? Could it be that he guessed wrongly that the lord really came to him for something, rather than granting him power?

The two of them did not rush over to ask, and the lord did not say that they could not exceed the rules.

At this moment, Malcolm was filled with doubts. The lord said he would give strength, but then he touched his head with his hand and let himself go. What did this mean?

And does that last sentence mean that there will be danger outside the mansion?

No matter how much he thought, he couldn't get the result. Malcolm knew that he was not the right one, so he didn't think too much about it. Since the lord said that there would be danger outside, he should work harder to improve his strength.

He walked over to the weapons rack and took down a long sword.

The moment Malcolm touched the hilt of the sword, he froze and looked down at the sword in his hand, "It feels different from before, as if this sword is growing on me."

Malcolm said exactly how he felt at this time.

The moment he touched the sword, he felt that he had complete control over the existence of the 'sword'.

This wonderful feeling made him excited. He raised his long sword lightly and slashed forward. He followed up with a few basic sword skills and was easily executed by Malcolm. However, he frowned, feeling more and more dissatisfied with the basic sword skills he practiced regularly.

For some reason, Malcolm had an intuition in his heart. There were some flaws in these basic sword skills. This intuition became more and more obvious. He continued to swing the sword according to his own feeling, and his movements were slightly different from before.

As he repeatedly swung the sword, Malcolm's movements became more fluid and natural, like an art form.

Abel and Sig, who were not far away, quickly discovered the difference in Malcolm. Basic swordsmanship was a regular practice item for knights. They knew the moves very well, so they naturally saw that the swordsmanship practiced by Malcolm deviated from the original. sword moves.

"Captain, what is he..." Sig said in confusion. Among all the knights, Malcolm had the deepest understanding of swordsmanship. Logically speaking, he would not make childish mistakes.

"Don't go over and disturb him."

Abel reminded, his eyes always stayed on Malcolm's sword swing. He had rich experience, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Malcolm's swordsmanship was more exquisite, far beyond all the swordsmanship he had ever seen.

And for Malcolm to show such a talented side, it is obvious that the Lord gave him a unique power.

Sig quickly thought of this and stayed quietly with Abel, observing Malcolm practicing his new sword skills.

With the two people watching, Malcolm performed his sword moves selflessly, completely immersed in his own world.

This feeling is wonderful.

After an unknown amount of time, as the speed of waving the sword became faster and faster, Malcolm's energy reached its peak, and he thrust out the sword. A flash of white light flashed from the tip of the sword. The speed of the sword thrust doubled again. The sword in Kom's hand almost fell out of his hand.

This is?

Malcolm stopped swinging his sword and came to his senses. The feeling just now lingered in his heart for a long time.

Snap, snap, snap.

Abel applauded and came over, "Congratulations, Malcolm, you just created a very powerful combat skill."

Hearing the captain's words, Malcolm was stunned, "Combat skills? Me?"

For professionals, the only thing that can quickly improve their strength is combat skills. There is a huge difference in strength between a professional with combat skills and a professional without combat skills.

In the entire mansion, Abel was the only one who had combat skills, and he only had one combat skill.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's the combat skill you created, but you have to figure out the specific effect yourself."

Abel was the only one with combat skills, and he said this very convincingly. Moreover, combat skills are the foundation of a professional, so he did not ask Malcolm to hand them over.

But he still said: "I think you now understand why you can create this combat skill. I hope you will live up to the lord in the future and always devote your loyalty."

Malcolm realized what the captain meant. He nodded heavily and looked at Abel and Sig tacitly.

He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, then said: "Captain, I want to dedicate this combat skill to everyone in the Cavaliers for practice."

Abel did not expect that Malcolm would make such a decision. He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he explained: "Malcolm, what I just said was not to ask you to surrender your combat skills."

Malcolm interrupted: "I know exactly what you mean. Please hear me out."

Abel nodded and motioned for him to continue. Malcolm smiled, and then said seriously: "I am very willing to dedicate this combat skill, and I will hand over any new combat skills I create in the future, but I have a condition. .”

"That is, those who practice the combat skills I created must be truly loyal to the lord."

When saying this, Malcolm seemed confident. Only he knew that creating new combat skills was no longer a lie, it was even simpler.

Abel was in a trance for a while, as if the person standing in front of him was not Malcolm, but an extremely sharp sword, whose sword energy was overflowing and breathtaking.

Feeling the aura on his body, Sig was aroused to fight, his aura increased, and his eyes looked at Malcolm differently.

So strong!

Malcolm was shocked. He was much stronger than the last time he competed with the captain. Only then did he realize that Sig had hidden most of his strength. He didn't know what kind of power the Lord had given Sig.

"I understand your request, and I will discuss this matter with the lord. In the near future, you should master this gift and break through to the second level with peace of mind." Abel left the training ground after leaving these words. .

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In the front yard of the mansion, under the Mirakel tree.

Ron was playing chess with someone, and sitting across from him was Egbert. The two of them were playing the simplest game of backgammon.

The main focus is relaxation.

The two chatted while playing chess, and the content was scattered and unrelated. Beside, Irene stood bored, and whenever she wanted to have some sweets in her mouth, Egbert would cast a stern look on her.

Ron discovered this situation, but he just laughed secretly and had no intention of helping Irene, otherwise Egbert would say that he dotes on Irene too much.

"Actually, I have a question in my heart. How did you become my personal maid, Erin?"

Suddenly, Ron turned to look at Erin behind him and asked.

Although Erin's recent performance is indeed impressive, she has never shown such a capable side before, except for being able to chat.

"That's because, Lord, you underestimate me. I was chosen because I showed my strength." Eileen said with an "I am awesome" expression.

Ron looked suspicious.

Egbert laughed and said: "Originally, Black's eldest son was arranged to be your attendant, but you have a great personality, so the master promoted Irene, who has only been in the house for less than half a year, to be your personal maid."

"On the one hand, Erin is about the same age as you, and having people around you who you can talk to is good for your growth."

Ron's mouth twitched. Egbert's ability to refer to 'autism' as 'personality' was considered impressive.

"On the other hand, Irene is lively and very careful. She can take good care of you."

In fact, Ron was not dissatisfied, but just saw that Erin was bored and wanted to tease her.

Ron lost a son and said with a smile: "Black's eldest son, isn't that your eldest grandson? To be chosen as a squire, his ability is obviously outstanding."

"Still a long way to go."

Egbert shook his head, not knowing what he thought of, and his expression became less happy.

Ron didn't think much about it, just thinking that Egbert was thinking about the chess game.

At this moment, a person walked into the front yard in a hurry. When he saw Ron's figure, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Lord."

The man noticed Egbert on the other side of the chessboard again, "Grandpa."

Egbert raised his head to see who was coming, then put down the chess piece and said sternly: "Rosalind, you should report to the lord first, not to me!"

The person who came was none other than Rosalind. Seeing her grandfather so angry, she trembled all over and lowered her head.

"I'm extremely sorry, Lord, it was my lax discipline." Egbert stood up and saluted Ron.

Ron waved his hand, looked at Rosalind, and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"

Rosalind adjusted her mind and replied: "A group of refugees came from outside the territory, numbering more than a thousand people."

Hearing this, Ron quickly thought of the origin of this group of refugees. Alfred Territory and Eugene Territory were at war, and the war would inevitably spread to innocent villages. These refugees must be the displaced people.

Egbert looked unhappy when he heard this, "Arnold Territory cannot afford to support so many people, and there is a war between the two territories. Not only these refugees, but more refugees should go to the nearest Viscounty of Gordon and France." The rest of the Viscounty of Sturt came to us because they had no choice but to do so."

Although he has not seen it with his own eyes, Egbert's words are accurate. With Arnold's current finances, taking in these refugees will undoubtedly make it worse.

But Ron didn't think so. Instead, he thought this was an excellent opportunity.

Not only did he want to take in these thousands of refugees, but he also wanted to bring in refugees from other places. He also took this opportunity to merge the three major villages and towns into one and centralize management.

At present, the problem of growing food in Arnold has been solved. What is lacking is labor, and these refugees can come in handy.

At this moment, Ron was brainstorming in his mind, thinking about various situations quickly, and using these refugees to create favorable aspects.

Finally got the answer.

"Egbert, find a temporary camp near Cote Town for the refugees coming to Arnold Territory to live in. The area must be large." Ron looked serious and asked him to take note of it as he spoke.

Hearing this, Egbert asked cautiously: "Lord, how should we solve the food problem?"

Now that Ron has made a decision, of course he will not object. What he has to do is to smoothly implement the lord's arrangement, but there are several problems that need to be solved.

Ron smiled, "Don't forget, the potatoes we planted are about to mature. It is not a problem to feed several times the number of people in the territory on that scale. However, during the period before the potatoes mature, we have to ask Gordon for help." Viscount."

Egbert quickly understood Ron's words, and he was surprised: "Are you planning to buy enough grain from Viscount Gordon? That will cost a lot of money."

"The money we spent selling weapons to Marquis Alfred is at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, which is enough to spend." Ron said calmly.

Egbert's eyes widened, "That's your money!"

When Rosalind heard this, she was extremely horrified. How could any lord spend his own money to buy food for foreign refugees?

"Yes, it's my money." Ron repeated this sentence, and Egbert knew what he meant.

"They may be grateful for your kindness, but when the war is over, they will still return to their hometown." Egbert still said.

Ron stood up and said calmly: "Then let them stay willingly and become my Arnold's subjects!"

These words were said indifferently, but when they fell into the ears of the three people present, they were like thunder on the ground, which was shocking.

Rosalind's soul was strongly impacted. She had seen many people in high positions, but no one was like Ron. His calm and unhurried demeanor was more heartwarming than his aggressive attitude.

At this moment, she was sure that the person in front of her was the one she wanted to follow forever.

Afterwards, Ron's instructions were written down by Egbert one after another. Ron explained all the points that needed attention in detail. After confirming that they were correct, Egbert and Rosalind stepped back and carried out Ron's orders.

After the two left, Ron was still thinking about where there could be any mistakes, but he saw Eileen looking at him blankly.

"Why are you in a daze? Are you stupid?"

Irene came back to her senses, her face turned red, and she hesitated: "No, no, I just thought the young master looked a little good-looking just now."

Ron was also caught off guard when he was suddenly complimented on his good looks. He pretended to be calm and tapped Erin's forehead with his finger, and said angrily: "Go and tell Joyce to put down everything she is doing. The biggest test of Arnold Territory is coming. ”

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study.

Ron sat behind the desk, with Joyce standing in front of her. She held a form in her hand, recording some items on it.

"I will be busy recently. Melitoya's classes will be suspended for the time being. I will be responsible for her studies."

Ron said.

Joyce nodded to express his understanding, and then began to report on the foreign refugees, "According to your instructions, every foreign refugee has registered information, compiled it into a book, and placed it in an open space a kilometer away from Cote Town. , Mr. Egbert has sent people to send living supplies to ensure their survival."

"With the current grain storage in the territory, it can still last for half a month without depriving other territory residents of food."

In such a short period of time, with only more than a thousand people, it could only last for half a month. Ron felt that time was tight. The potatoes could not mature so quickly, and he had to go to Gordon Viscounty to buy food as soon as possible.

Joyce reported each matter to Ron in detail. Finally, Ron looked at Joyce seriously and said, "This is a test of Arnold's territory, and it is also the last thing I give you." An exam.”

"Lord, I."

Joyce frowned and her expression began to change slightly. She wanted to refuse to take the exam, but Ron's eyes kept staring at her, as if to say: You won't refuse.

Joyce swallowed back the next words, and she said: ".I will try my best."