"I want to say...... Marlon: Are you going to be a sword teacher in Alsace? But my father ......"

Kalia said in a stumbling voice—she couldn't bear to bother her brother in the presence of Arthas, but she was older than Arthas, and knew that such a thing as His Royal Highness looking for a teacher could not be decided casually.

Kalia wanted to explain the matter to Malone, but she was worried that the other party felt that she was underestimating him and felt offended, so she seemed a little hesitant.

"I know, Princess Kalia, you don't have to worry, I don't want to become the official sword teacher of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace...... It's just that we're friends, so we should play games with him. I'll be careful not to let him hurt himself. ”

Malone understood what Kalia meant, and said with a smile.

"Well, that's good......"

Kalia nodded—she wasn't a few years older than Artace, and although girls were generally precocious, they were always a little reserved when talking to outsiders.

But to Kalia's surprise, she felt very comfortable in the communication with Marlon - the other party was always able to understand what she meant, especially if she didn't or didn't want to express it.

"Marlon, have you ever been on the battlefield?"

Kalia suddenly asked curiously.

"Well, during the final fall/fall of Stormwind, I led my men to guard the main road to the port, and fought with the orcs who tried to rush over and destroy our ships."

Malone nodded and replied - there were some things he would not tell anyone - it was because of the fatal wounds he received in that battle that he was able to replace the original owner of this body. Come into this world.

"That's right!"

Kalia exclaimed in surprise - the kingdom of Lordaeron had been at peace for many years, and in this land, except for the soldiers of the Knights of Stratholme to the northeast, who sometimes fought with the trolls who had slipped out of the primeval forest. Most of the soldiers of the kingdom of Lordaeron had no experience of fighting.

Kalia thinks that Malone is not much older than herself, as she can prove from the faces of the other party, but she is already a combat hero.

……

"I'm back!"

The conversation between Marlon and Kalia didn't last long before Arthas, armed with a small wooden sword, scrambled across the corridor and came to Arthas, gasping and boasting.

"Is this your sword? Yes, it looks just like the real thing! So, come with me. Alsace, let's go to the garden. ”

Malone nodded, and then led the way to the garden opposite the promenade of the throne hall.

……

"Where do we start? Will I fight Marlon right now? ”

Arthas wielded his small wooden sword. He asked with great interest—he would sometimes see nobles and knights fighting with swords at court gatherings, some for the sake of skill, some for performance, but either way. It all excited young Arthas - boys are born with a love of martial arts and fencing.

"Nope. That's too early, Arthas you can't even hold a sword right now, let's start with that. ”

Malone shook his head, then drew his own saber - it wasn't his original saber, but Marcus, the garrison of South Seas? Redpass for Anduin? Lothar's team offers.

That's right, despite knowing Anduin? Lothar and the others are on their way to see their past, but Marcus? Radpass still provided these strangers with decent weapons - like clothing and speech, the sword was an indispensable thing for a nobleman.

Although the realization was promised by Malone. But when the stranger from the south drew his weapon, Kalia's heart tightened—looking at the blade that glittered in the sun. Hesitating to remind Malone again - it's too dangerous to use a real sword, right?

However, Malone's subsequent actions completely relieved Kalia - he plunged his sword into the garden ground, and then unsheathed his sword from his waist.

"Arthas, hold your sword, like me, see?"

Marlon stood beside Arthas with his scabbard in his hand, gesturing.

"I know, isn't it just holding a sword...... Such a simple thing......"

Although Arthas did what Marlon said, he reluctantly muttered - he felt that Marlon still thought of himself as a child - Arthas wanted to learn real horseback fighting, not a child's trick.

"You think I'm trying to play a role in you? No, Arthas, you have to remember...... No matter who your future swordsmanship teacher is and what he has taught you, you must remember my words, only by holding your sword well and holding it tightly can you show the swordsmanship you have learned, understand? ”

Malone said to Alsace in earnest - Byanduin? Thanks to the teachings of Lothar and Benedictas, he is now more or less a master of swordsmanship.

"Well, well......"

Arthas still didn't take what Malone said seriously, he perfunctorily raised the wooden sword in his hand, the blade was crooked, and it couldn't form a straight line.

"It's not like that, if you hold your sword like that, you'll ......"

Marlon put a hand on Arthas's wrist, and with a slight pinch, the little prince's bones hurt, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground at once.

"Ahh

Arthas exclaimed, glanced at Malone, then at his wrist, and blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"See? That's what happens to you in that posture. ”

Malone said to Arthas.

"That's amazing! What kind of trick is this, can you teach me? ”

Instead of being offended by Malone's "offense", Alsace became excited—this is what he wants to learn! With just a slight pinch, you can disarm your opponent, which must be the ancestral trick of the Lothar family!

"Then it depends on your performance, after all, you are still at the stage where you can't even hold a sword...... You know what I mean, Arthas? ”

Marlon saw that Arthas had "taken the bait", so he struck while the iron was hot.

"I see!"

Arthas immediately became serious, he picked up his wooden sword from the ground, and began to practice the fingering of the sword under the guidance of Marlon.

Kalia watched her brother and Malone practice for a while, and then she began to feel a little bored; Seeing that the time was getting closer and closer to noon, Kalia did not alarm the two who were still training, and quietly left the garden by herself—how boring it was to see how boring the competition was, and she preferred to read quietly in her room for a while. (To be continued.) )