The emerald green eyes seemed to have a special charm. When his eyes fell on Murphy, he actually felt a strange feeling of being peeped into his heart. This made Murphy raise his head uncomfortable and look at him.

"Huh? What a strange guy!" The man looked at Murphy, but first said what Murphy wanted to say.

He patted the dust on his butt. He had sat directly on the ground to eat before, and then dug it out from his wide cloak. After touching it for a long time, he took out a black cover parchment book and threw it in front of Murphy, and said, "This thing is for you."

"Your swordsmanship is so bad!" The man pointed to the Chief Priest of the God of War who was eating meat in big mouthfuls, and continued: "The fighting style of those savages is not suitable for you."

barbarian?

Murphy was stunned, and then looked at the tall, dark and tower-like chief priest of the war.

After the man said that, he didn't care whether Murphy heard it or not, and threw down the book and left.

However, when he left, he quietly took away the expensive seasoning similar to cumin that Murphy had placed by the campfire with a very clever technique.

"Clean sword technique?"

Murphy picked up the parchment book and read it as he looked at the three words on it.

Papermaking appeared in advance in this era, but it was not invented by humans, but by high elves. Despite this, the spread of knowledge was still very slow, and ordinary farmers and poor people could only write their own names to the greatest extent. Now, a piece of paper that was thicker like straw paper in previous lives was commonly used, and only aristocrats could afford parchment.

The fonts on the parchment are neat, and it seems to be a little yellowed.

Murphy opened a few pages and found that the things on it were not too profound. They were just twelve sword-holding postures, plus some scattered words. They were a bit similar to the so-called martial arts secrets, but their appearance was a little worse.

At least the name is not loud at all.

To be honest, Murphy is not very interested in this kind of knight-flowing swordsmanship.

If he really wanted to choose, he would prefer the fighting style of the God of War Priest.

But this is obviously unlikely. As the lord of the Athenian city, he could definitely count the number of times he actually went to fight in person. Moreover, neither the General Guard nor the Temple Priests would allow him to go to the battlefield in person. Unless he insisted, just like today. After flipping through it, Murphy, who was not very interested in the Knight Flowing Swordsman, looked at Mrs. Elizabeth beside her, handed the parchment book to her, and said, "Have you learned some knight Fighting Skills? Take it back and study it."

"That person looks pretty powerful."

Mrs. Elizabeth was stunned when she took the parchment, and then her face became a little more complicated.

After a moment, she nodded resolutely and stopped talking.

The wind blew through the canyon and the bonfire was extinguished a few times.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and General Leodale was arranging the soldiers to take turns to guard the night camp. Because the season is still autumn, the weather is still warm, so there is no need to deliberately build a tent, just lay some mats on the ground and you can sleep. Nearly 10,000 people are crowded together, so there is no need to worry about being cold.

At this time, the General Guard had already set up a tent specially prepared for Murphy and his men.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow, the army of the werewolf should arrive." After saying that, Murphy clapped his hands and prepared to get up.

Mrs. Elizabeth nodded, but said nothing.

When Murphy walked to the door of the tent, she murmured softly: "Thank you."
Chapter completed!