Training is painful, especially when others are sleeping and you are training.

Rob didn't know that he was a high-level mage who learned the swordsman's chopping and blocking of yarn.

Even if I finally become a sword god, I can't carry the sword on my body when casting spells. I can't find a place to throw the sword at a time when the war starts. After rubbing the spell, I'll pick up the sword back with a sloppy look. Not to mention the battle between the two armies, I can still find the sword I threw away before. People who don't know think he is walking his dog on the battlefield.

However, after more than a day of getting along, the boy had almost touched Luo Luo's temper. He knew that the girl usually looked easy to talk, but in fact she had a stubbornness in her bones. When she insisted on something, it was useless to say anything.

For example, whether to wear protective gear before, Rob estimated that if he dared to refuse her training plan, the final outcome would be to be beaten up again and then go back to practice swordsmanship honestly.

Since the final result is to practice swords anyway, the future Super Magician decided not to ask for a beating.

Although he was so sleepy that he was desperate, Rob still forced himself to train for two magical things by Lolo.

However, as the saying goes, there will be gains and losses. When God opens a door for you, he will also close another window for you.

Rob's talent in magic was shocking, making countless magicians envious and want to vomit blood, but his talent in learning swordsmanship also made Lolo want to vomit blood, but this time it was not envious but angry.

Luo Luo felt that he had never seen such a scumbag guy in his life. Judging from the movements of the boy, he had no foundation at all. He couldn't even grasp the sword, which made the rookie brave man feel incredible. Generally speaking, unless the children of a noble family were children, ordinary men would basically receive local militia training after the age of twelve and learn some basic sword skills. If it weren't for him to practice seriously, she really doubted whether this guy was intentional and took revenge on himself and prevented him from sleeping.

However, the reality is so cruel. In terms of swordsmanship, the level of a quasi-magic master is worrying. The magician's physical fitness is generally very good. It is incomparable to the melee profession that relies on strength to make a living. In addition, he had just walked all night and was exhausted. In addition, the injury to the waist plate was not healed. At this moment, he raised his sword and was trembling all over his body.

Rob was relying solely on his willpower to resist Lolo's slashing again and again, and his hands were numb. Later, his head was basically aware of the magician's eyes, and he only knew how to repeat the training movements mechanically, just like a small boat in the storm.

Rob only felt that every minute seemed as long as ten thousand years.

Finally, Lolo closed his sword, "Okay, let's practice here today."

The words of the young man at this moment seemed to be the sound of nature. Rob could no longer grasp the long sword in his hand and fell to the ground with a bang. The future Super Magician also fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Your talent is not very good, but it doesn't matter. Diligence can make up for your shortcomings. As long as you are willing to practice hard, you may not achieve anything in the future." The rookie brave man encouraged, and he would not forget to add later, "We will continue tomorrow."

Rob was confused when he heard this. The word "diligence can make up for his uncle" seemed particularly unfamiliar to the future Super Magic Master. At the Royal Magic Academy of Tist, he is a living legend. The elder brother who everyone worships. Although he sometimes doesn't do well, the two old guys Steins and Deman usually yelled at him like this - Rob, no matter how lazy you are, you don't want to step into the ninth level before you are 60 years old!!!

Sometimes the future Super Magician can't help but wonder if his existence is a bit uninspiring for those who practice hard but are always slow to enter the country. However, if they just saw the tragic situation of practicing swords, they might be able to balance their hearts a little.

The boy lay on the ground for a while, finally accumulated some strength, dragged his tired body and struggled to climb back to his little hammock, and fell on it without even taking off his boots.

I don't know how long it took Rob to be woken up by the person beside him. The quasi-magistrate opened his eyes in a daze and saw that the other party made him a gesture of setting off.

"Hey, are you leaving now?" The boy yawned, sleepy. He felt that he hadn't slept enough, his head was still drowsy, and what was even more fatal was that after the previous death training, he woke up and found that there was no place in his body without soreness. Now even raising his arm was so painful that he could die. If it were possible, the magician would really not care about anything and slept with him for three days and three nights.

"Everyone has finished his meal, and I'll wait for you." The person who spoke was the attendant of the old thief Edward, a young man who always smiled. Finally, he added, "You look very tired, it doesn't matter?"

Rob waved his hand, and he was so tired that he didn't even want to say anything.

When he walked out of the house, he saw Lolo who was packing things. The girl pointed to the food that was placed aside, "Eat your portion quickly, we're going to set off after we finish eating."

The boy originally thought it was black bread and rice porridge again, but he didn't expect that there was a small piece of ham in the bowl.

"Where did this come from?" Rob couldn't help but feel excited when he smelled the meat. Although the taste of the ham was incomparable to the small stove that the academy had given him alone, he couldn't resist the magician not getting any meat all day. He had just undergone high-intensity training, and every pore in his body was calling for protein. This small piece of ham came just right.

However, the boy clearly remembered that there should be no ham in the big travel bag of Lolo before departure.

"Just eat yours, don't worry about that much." The girl lowered her head to tidy up her luggage. The sharp-eyed magician found that the bracelet on Lolo's right hand was missing.

"Wait, this is what you exchanged for with a bracelet, right?" Rob suddenly felt that the ham in his mouth seemed not so delicious. At that moment, the boy's heart seemed to be hit by something.

"Uh, don't guess." Lolo took out the bracelet in his pocket and shook it in front of someone.

The magician blushed.

Lolo said, "The person in charge of the camp was from my father before... Well, a friend, he gave us ham." After that, she pointed to the long sword on the ground, "I heard that you are training hard, and he gave you this sword together."

Rob bent down and picked up the sword, looking sad, and now he weighed five pounds. And judging from this posture, he had to endure the swordsman's road of no return for a long time.
Chapter completed!