Chapter 16: Radishya's Calamity 1

This is a study room, a study room that looks extraordinary and quiet. The air is warm and dry, and the flames in the fireplace are also warm red light. On the white walls are some murals of humans fighting against demons in the Doomsday War.

The two dark red bookshelves are filled with many ancient books. For the reason why Jinglan humans highly valued the ancient times, how many ancient books a noble has can also see his power and taste from the side. If he can own ancient books with two bookcases, the owner of this study room is probably also a first-class noble in this country.

However, the most eye-catching thing in this study is tobacco, the magical plant that is said to be discovered by Prometheus, the god of wisdom. Tobacco is also placed in various types. Some are wrapped in cigars, some are placed in cigarette boxes, and some are neatly piled on the same dark red desk in the center of the study.

The tobacco on the desk was lined up neatly and lined up in the shape of a wolf, which obviously made me think about it. The feeling of these tobaccos always makes people feel that the owner relies on these to pass the time.

"Nietzsche, what do you think of Arthur?"

At the desk, a middle-aged man with a big beard held a cigar with two fingers, comfortably spit out a big smoke ring, and then said casually.

"Uncle, Arthur should be considered a cautious person. Without full confidence, he will never put himself in danger. If he dares to accept my invitation, he will naturally have the confidence to win."

"snort!"

Nietzsche, who was talking respectfully with his head down, suddenly heard a cold snorkeling, his body trembled slightly, and quickly changed his words, "Of course, if my brother takes all his strength, Arthur will definitely lose."

"Nietzsche, you don't have to say good things for Lear."

The middle-aged man spit out a smoke ring again and said dissatisfiedly, "Arthur's strength can no longer be measured by the mark of ordinary warriors. To deal with him, fighting alone will definitely lead to defeat. Nietzsche, you continue to say."

"Yes, uncle. Secondly, Arthur is a person who is very good at turning disadvantages into advantages. Today's duel was originally to humiliate him, but he turned into a stage to show his talent by a few words. The price he paid was nothing more than some lost martial arts."

Nietzsche carefully glanced at the middle-aged man who was smoking a cigar and was unable to swallow. Seeing his expression calm, he continued, "In the end, Arthur is a person who would be shocked if he didn't take action. One move would be shocking. The first game against Mad and the second game against Chris, Arthur suddenly took action when the two were relaxing, and one blow was fatal, and he did not give them the chance to counterattack at all."

"Yeah, very good, you go down."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and drove Nietzsche away like a fly.

"Yes, uncle."

Nietzsche's expression was still as respectful as ever, but when he turned around, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Nietzsche, I will arrange for Lear to enter Stanford Academy these days. You can cooperate with him well and you must find that person!"

Just as Nietzsche was about to step out of the room, the middle-aged man suddenly said.

"As you wish, uncle."

Nietzsche stopped, then turned around and said this calmly, and finally stepped back and left the study.

"My father, I don't like this guy."

After Nietzsche left, only the middle-aged man who was breathing in the clouds and the sixth-level mage Lear Wiggins were left in the huge study. From the names of the three, it can be seen that Lear was the son of the middle-aged man, while Nietzsche was the son of the middle-aged man's brother.

"Lear, everyone has his value. A successful superior is nothing more than being able to make full use of this value."

The middle-aged man threw away the cigar with only one cigarette butt left, re-lit one and said, "Netzsche's value is to attract all the hostile eyes to the Wiggins family. Who would have thought that the heir of the Wiggins family was just a cover?"

"My father, aren't you afraid that Nietzsche will have the thoughts he shouldn't have?"

Lear said casually while playing with the legendary staff with the Nine-Headed Fire Snake skill.

"As long as we have evidence that Nietzsche's mother is a civilian, my proud son, do you think Nietzsche will be accepted by the family? Simply put, if I want him to live, he must live. If I want him to die, he must die!"

The middle-aged man's beautiful gray eyes were cruel, distrustful, and poor in his heart, but he soon became gentle and kind, "Turdog and Cameron have taken the lead, and Wiggins can't be thrown away by them! Lear, I don't care what method you use to find that person, possess her, conquer her, and make her devote herself to you!"

"Yes, my father. I will definitely complete the task."

The madness in the middle-aged man's words made Li Er's heart tremble and he quickly answered respectfully.

"Very good, go find Nietzsche and hit him."

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, "He is of some use. I don't want to destroy him so soon."

Three months later.

The bright midsummer shines on Manhattan. The sky is so clear and the sun is particularly bright. The breeze blows on the earth, and the air is filled with a cool feeling.

The weather is good and the mood is naturally good. Among the students, there were a few young people wearing teacher badges, either alone or in groups, walking towards the auditorium of the command college. Looking at the excited expressions on their faces, there was something good waiting for them in the auditorium.

Today is the day when the youngest deputy lecturer in Stanford history starts.

"Martial arts are based on the best. Without a strong one, it would be fine if the martial arts cannot exert its power, but the greater possibility is to lift a stone to hit one's own feet."

Arthur stood on the rostrum with his hands behind his back, facing hundreds of people in front of him, "Taking the rotation and turning back as an example, if the body is not flexible enough, it is not a trick to turn the tables, but selling the vital points of the vest to the enemy..."

Arthur's words made everyone in the auditorium look thoughtful. Everything Arthur said was equivalent to opening a door, and behind it was a world they had never thought about. "There is only one trick to temper **, persistence! Decades of persistence have been persistent! This is the best thing for the barbarians. We all know that the barbarian fourth-level combat expert skill, steel bars and iron bones, can improve their ability to resist strikes. I think most people will think that this is the reason why the barbarians are blessed by the god of power, Hercules."

Ather paused and continued, "What I want to say is that the blessings of the gods are only the main cause. Why are ordinary barbarians more resistant to beating than ordinary human soldiers? Is it just a reason for their innate physique? Every barbarian, regardless of whether he has the potential to become a warrior, must start tempering at the age of five. They will wrap their chests and backs with soft cloth and beat them hard. The bed where they sleep is just a hard wooden board! After a little older, barbarians no longer use fists, but use wooden sticks to hit their bodies! Later, there are wooden sticks dipped in water! Even iron sticks! After experiencing this inhuman tempering, it is natural that barbarians' ability to resist strikes is far superior to ordinary people!"

Arthur turned and walked off the rostrum, "That's all nonsense. Well, start training."

Thirty minutes later.

"One, two, three! Sprint!"

"One, two, three! Sprint!"

...

Hundreds of students were divided into more than a dozen teams, and under Arthur's leadership, they ran along the pebbly path of the command academy. Whenever Arthur shouted for a sprint, the last person in each team rushed out like a fire-breathing dragon behind his butt, and rushed to the front of the team within a few seconds.

This sprint training, which is nicknamed Arthur's running method by Stanford students, is a training method that alternates jogging aerobic exercise with high-intensity exercise of sprinting. Of course, Arthur will not explain to his students what aerobic exercise is. He uses the simplest and most direct way to let students remember Arthur's running method.

Ten people jog in teams. If the last person in the team cannot reach the forefront of the team within ten seconds, then one hundred push-ups! The movements are not standard and doubled!

Arthur opened a martial arts class with the power of losing three sixth-level warriors in a row. On the first day, two thousand people came to attend the class. On the second day, the number was half. On the third day, the number was one-third less. On the fourth day, the number was only one hundred and forty-four students in the martial arts class, including more than twenty assistants from the combat academy.

Most of the people were scared away by Arthur's incredible training methods.

The three of these hundred and forty-four people were the most satisfied with Arthur. One was Sebastian's friend, the Byrongel Cameron who claimed to be only capable, and the other was the cool first-year freshman Ivan. The last one was also a first-year freshman, and was a girl named Radishia Brooke.

These three people always complete Arthur's request, no matter how ridiculous it seems, they do not question Arthur's training methods like other students. They guess that Arthur asked them to jump into the river, and they would jump without hesitation.

I believe there is no teacher who doesn't like obedient and tough students. Byronger, Ivan and Radisha also made Arthur have the idea of ​​giving them all. A month ago, Arthur began to teach the three-person spinning and turning back to death, which is not very technical.

During these three months, adventurers with foreign accents would visit Arthur from time to time. Some of these people stayed, and some left.

No one knew what Arthur was paying attention. The only thing those who were secretly watching Arthur's eyes were the members of the Iron Blood Rose Adventure Group, currently under the command of Maxim, had reached a terrifying 200 people.

What exactly does he want to do?

This is probably the answer that many people want to know.

Huh? Looking for trouble?

Arthur, who was counting time as usual, suddenly shrank his pupils, and waved his right hand, causing the running team to stop. Not far away, a bald head with a flowing air was carrying about a dozen mercenaries, and more than 30 powerful ordinary people from Kong Wu were walking towards him.

"Hello, sir!"

Seeing Arthur standing in front of the team like a mountain, the leading bald man said with a flattering smile, "I'm sorry to bother you! My purpose is..."

"Since you know how to disturb me, what are you doing if you stick it on me?"

The person who dares to speak like this is Cheriel, "Do you know how precious our time is? Do you want to spend dozens of gold coins in a second! Can you delay? Don't get out!"

"snort!"

Sheriel's words made the bald man's face turn blue immediately after nodding and bowing. The space ring on his left middle finger suddenly lit up, and a light golden scroll appeared in the bald man's hand.

The bald man shook the scroll open, pointed at the scroll with his left hand and said, "Redia Brooke! Go back with me!"

As soon as the bald man finished speaking, Arthur's students immediately exploded. Radie Syya can have a place in the Stanford beauty list privately created by Stanford students, and her beauty is needless to say. It is human nature to pursue beautiful things. Radie Syya's suitors are naturally not far away. At least half of these more than 100 students have a little bit of meaning to Radie Syya.

"Bald, be careful when speaking! This is Stanford Academy. If you offend anyone, you can't save your life!"

This is a faint threat.

"Bah! Don't think I don't know who you are! Hank, the gangster leader of Mary Street, a third-level sword and shield mercenary! I will let you die at 8 o'clock and will never delay until 8:01 o'clock! Get out! Before I get angry, get out of here!"

This is blatantly threatening.

"Miss Radysia, let me teach you a lesson for this rude bastard!"

This is a flexible mind and knows to take this opportunity to please the goddess in her heart.

...

"Shut up!"

For some reason, Hank, the bald man, actually dared to yell at the students of Stanford. Among these people, there are many people who can make him crushed by just a finger. "It is natural to pay back debts! It is written clearly in black and white here, so don't even think about silly!"

While Hank was speaking, his thubby index finger was still poking the scroll hard.

"What's going on with this scroll?"

Arthur waved his hand to calm the students in the crowd, and then said to Hank, "If you are unreasonable, I promise that your second half of your life will be wonderful."

Arthur's voice was light and smooth, but it exuded a chilling voice in Hank's heart.

"As far as you are told, sir."

Facing Arthur, Hank dared not show a disrespectful expression. In three months, Arthur's deeds spread throughout Manhattan. There was no other person in the entire Jinglan Continent.

"Three days ago, Radie Siya's parents were playing money in my casino. Unfortunately, they lost all their chips. Then, the two great fathers and mothers bet with their daughters...hehe."

Hank didn't continue talking about it, but instead laughed strangely. But everyone here knew what Hank didn't say.

Hank's words made everyone silence. Arthur swept casually and found that most of the students looked disappointed, but did not refute.

Are there really such a top-notch parents? Bet with their daughter?

At this moment, Arthur felt very lucky. At least compared with Radishia's parents in this life, it can be said that the difference between angels and demons.

"Where are my parents?"
Chapter completed!