The next morning, about five o'clock, I faintly heard a faint sound in the garden, like the howl of a strong wind blowing through the low grass.

He sat up carefully from the sofa, carefully covered Remy, who was sleeping soundly, with a blanket, and then put on his coat and tiptoed out the door.

Entering the hall, the faint whistling sound became much clearer, but it was still very faint.

I walked softly to the back hall door, and through the crystal door, I saw Emily practicing her sword in the garden.

Her way of practicing swords is very simple, only to draw the sword.

Draw the sword, put it in its sheath, draw it again, put it in its sheath again, and draw it again...... I don't know how many times she has repeated this action, looking at her movements, I can only describe it in one word: natural.

Yes, it is natural, her movements, every movement, are like flowing water, unrestrained, where the sword body passes, leaving a faint afterimage out of thin air, both frightening and beautiful.

I quietly leaned against the door and stared, feeling every action she made when she drew her sword, every time she slashed, every time she retracted her sword, these movements seemed to arouse my heart's desire for battle, and my obsession with becoming stronger.

I really want to, I really want to pull out my sword, and practice with her in the courtyard, to see if her sword is fast or my sword is strong.

Thinking like this, my body also trembled unconsciously, and with a click, the doorknob was inadvertently pressed down, and the crystal door opened.

Although this voice was not loud, it disturbed Emily's engrossed practice, she put away her sword, turned her head sideways, saw that it was me, and said lightly: "Morning." ”

I smiled apologetically at her, "I'm sorry, I was too involved in watching it just now......"

"It's okay," Emily said, walking over to the stone table in the courtyard, picking up the towel that had been placed on it, and gently wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.

I didn't have anything to say, "I see you...... It's like I've been practicing for a long time......"

She said 'um' and said, "It didn't take long for me to get up at half past four and start practicing." ”

"It's early!" I blurted out, and then, after thinking about it, I said, "Actually, I didn't ask you what time you got up to practice the sword just now, but I wanted to ask you, how long have you practiced this action?" ”

Emily thought for a moment, "It's been more than ten years. ”

"More than ten years!" I exclaimed and said, "Repeating this action for more than ten years? ”

"It's not just about repeating this one action," Emily said, "There are others, it's just that this is what I practiced today." ”

I let out an 'oh' sound and said to myself: I have been practicing for more than ten years, no wonder I am so proficient.

But on the other hand, this kind of thinking is also wrong, if you let people who are not quick with their hands and feet practice swords, even if it is a lifetime of practice, I am afraid that there may not be one percent of Emily's attainments today, this kind of thing can only be said to be the result of talent and hard work, the combination of the two.

Emily wiped her sweat, looked down the hall, and asked, "When is it time to eat?" ”

I thought for a moment, "It's probably six o'clock." ”

"It's okay," Emily said, "it doesn't seem too late." ”

"What time did you eat every day?" I asked her curiously.

Emily said, "It's usually done before six o'clock. ”

I asked her again, "What time do you usually go to the dungeon?" ”

Emily said, "We were in the dungeon on time before eight o'clock. ”

"It's very regular," I nodded, "what are you doing between six and eight?" ”

Emily thought for a moment, "Read, sharpen the sword." ”

"Rubbing the sword?"

"Hmm," she nodded, "Wipe the sword." ”

"Is your sword dirty, wipe it every day?"

"It's just a habit of mine," Emily said, "and the more I polish the sword, the sharper it gets." ”

"Hey, hey, superstition."

Emily didn't reply to me, but looked through the door, looked at the magic clock on the wall, then walked to the middle of the garden, turned to me, and said, "Call me at six." ”

I nodded, and she continued to practice her sword.

Because I was asked by Emily, I didn't want to practice with her in the morning, after all, she and I have something in common in this regard, and once I practice martial arts, I probably won't be distracted by other things.

Walking back down the hall, lying on the couch staring at the magic clock, my eyes spinning and spinning with the second hand on it, I was so sleepy!

In order not to delay the commission, I had to stand up and walk around the hall, I went around, around, around, around for a while, and suddenly found that it was easier to get sleepy in such a circle!

So, I started going back and forth between the bathroom and the hall, washing my face when I was sleepy, returning to the sofa and sitting on the clock after washing my face, and then continuing to wash my face when I was sleepy......

Florence and the others, who got up early, asked me after seeing me constantly going back and forth between the bathroom and the hall, "Xiao Yi, are you unwell?" ”

"Huh?" I had a question mark on my face: "What are you talking about?" ”

Florence said, "I see you've been ......"

She pointed to the toilet and said, "So I'm worried about if you have something...... It's hard to say. ”

"Hmm" The proprietress on the side smiled evilly: "I think so too, if you are sick, you should go to treatment as soon as possible, and the early treatment will be good and worry-free, the province will not be able to treat it in the future, delaying the happy life of my Barbara." ”

Me: "...... You say that, it's easy to lose my friend! ”

Sighing, I said, "My body is completely fine, really, there is no problem at all, it's just that I'm sleepy, so I always have to go in and wash my face." ”

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep," the proprietress said, "Why are you still holding on?" ”

I told the proprietress and Florence about the things Emily had entrusted me, and the proprietress smiled meaningfully, while Florence clenched her little fists and cheered me on: "Come on, I'll support you!" ”

Then they went to cook, and I was the only one in the hall again.

Fortunately, Florence and the others talked to me for a while, and my sleepiness finally subsided, and Emily's commission was not delayed.

Actually, Emily called me at six o'clock and there was nothing special about her, just to go to the bathroom and take a warm shower.

After the meal, all of us dressed up and headed for the dungeon.

At the entrance to the dungeon, we say goodbye to Emily, who returns to the Rose Legion, and we head straight into the dungeon.

This time, my goal is no longer Amon, but a deeper level of walking cannibalism.

I've fought many times with a monster like a walking man-eating flower, and the general feeling is that it's difficult.

That's right, it's just difficult.

The rhizome of this monster is very tough, it is not easy to be cut and broken, and its regeneration ability is also good, as long as it is not hit in the center of the corolla, it is basically impossible to kill.

Its only drawback is that it is not fast, and it attacks opponents in a more one-dimensional way: Root and Devour.

(End of chapter)