Arad's crooked savior

"I heard that the Delos Empire Military Academy has many powerful martial arts and magic secrets for students to learn, and it was founded by Leon." The curator found it strange and said.

Judging from this incident, Emperor Lyon seems to be quite reform-minded and is willing to make the secrets of martial arts and magic public. This is a very great and wise move, full of positive significance.

"I don't know much about the academy. I left Vetalun for several years. When I was sixteen, I was forced to join the transfer experiment. Then..." Siatt spread her hands and sighed. Is it really like a museum? For those who want to analyze, does Lyon have the desire to reform and move forward?

"The girl who left her hometown is now a wife when she returns~" Ye Lin shook his head, not serious. Hiatt, who had a pretty face, lifted Lewodin up and slapped her several dozen meters away with a horizontal sword.

"When he was acting like a hooligan in the Grand Forest, I should have cut him off with a sword to save so many beautiful little girls from harming them." Siatt smoothed his messy hair and said angrily. .

"Yes, yes!" Xiaoyu nodded fiercely and said righteously: "Actually, it's not too late to cut him off now. We can still live together, including him."

"Hey, it's easy for others to say, Xiaoyu, are you really willing to give up? Every time you hum, you get intoxicated." Mo Mei joked, stretched out his finger and poked her head, then coughed slightly, her pretty face turned slightly red, and said : "Boss You Wuxuan, it seems like it can grow even after just one cut."

Uh... The girls rolled their eyes, it seemed like this was the case.

If it doesn't work, Alice can give her a bigger one!

"Royal Academy, I happen to know some secrets." The one who suddenly spoke was the second princess Nosadia. She was dressed in a bright yellow dress, with fair complexion and a small face, dignified and delicate.

Her strength was mediocre and she was at the level of a professional. She should not have walked into the crisis-ridden Weitalun. Her life would be in danger if no one took care of her.

But after all, Leon was her father. No matter what the outcome was, it was at least necessary to send her away. Also, because of the appearance of the late emperor's shadow, most of the people of the empire put down their weapons and knelt down respectfully.

A few people frowned, thinking that it was just a shadow left behind. The late emperor had died long ago, but they did not dare to take advantage of it. Respect must be paid.

"I would like to hear the details." Siatt nodded. She had met Nosadia before, long, long ago, when she was still living in Vetalon.

The eldest princess Celia is steady and mature, the second princess Nosadia is quiet and delicate, and the third princess Isabella is naughty and noisy...

"The Delos Imperial Military Academy, formerly known as the Delos Royal Swordsmanship Academy, was founded by His Majesty himself. In the beginning, students were only recruited from noble families and taught by elites," Nosadia explained.

As expected, only students from noble families were admitted.

"Elite teaching?" Feng Ying couldn't help but sneered, and it was another self-righteous title from the nobles, a master, an elite celebrity, as if he had drawn a clear line between himself and the mortals.

Just like Siatt also complained, in fact, whether it is table manners or daily etiquette, just be polite and know the right amount.

In fact, most of the exquisite aristocratic dining techniques or extremely complicated high-end etiquette are just flashy. They are all things created by idle aristocrats who do not distinguish between grains and grains, and are deliberately used to distinguish themselves from common people. That’s all.

There is also a teacher in the palace who specializes in teaching "noble etiquette". She is the wife of Count Human Alfa, a somewhat wealthy woman.

It is known as elegance, cultivation, art... but etiquette will not allow food to exert effects other than its essence. If the upper class people are allowed to go to the fields to harvest wheat for a day, they will definitely eat nonsense when the meal comes.

"But later, the admission requirements were relaxed. Knights who have made outstanding contributions or have talents, as well as other talented people, can enroll." Nosadia continued to add.

"This looks good." Sophie commented, then stuffed a chicken drumstick into her mouth, feeling hungry.

"Your Majesty relaxed the conditions because of Queen Josephine's suggestion." Nosadia revealed a bit of shocking news.

One day, when she was delivering documents to Lyon, she happened to see Queen Josephine's advice: "Your Majesty, there are tens of millions of people in the empire, but there are always pearls hidden in the sand. Since ordinary people can be promoted to the nobility with military merit, then among them There must be some people among us who will become the pillars of the empire."

But it was not realistic to open the Royal Academy to the entire empire, so Lyon lowered the threshold by one level, that is, the knight class.

"Queen Josephine seems to be a knowledgeable woman. If it weren't for the current war, I really want to get to know her." The curator sighed softly. It is a very comfortable feeling to be friends with wise people.

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The killing glove, soaked in the blood of countless people and destroying many vassal kingdoms, projected the shadow of the late Emperor Heren into a duel with the King of Warcraft!

The royal swordsmanship passed down by the imperial family was based on Emperor Heron's summary of various swordsmanship, and then combined with his own iron-blooded killing style to evolve it into a new and powerful swordsmanship.

Every slash, every stab, every move seems to demonstrate the domineering power of the founding emperor, his invincibility in every battle!

It is undeniable that Heron Baden was the most shining romantic figure in that chaotic era. He was the most heroic and heroic figure. He ended nearly three hundred years of melee among the vassal states, watched the priest Jig be dragged into the underworld, and unified the present day. The thousands-mile territory of the Delos Empire.

Swordsmen such as Siatt and Fengying, including Ye Lin, all take it seriously. Although their realm has long surpassed the original emperor, a true master always has the heart of an apprentice. .

No matter how powerful a swordsman is, he is still weak when he swings the first sword in his life.

"The royal swordsmanship left by the late emperor is famous for its ruthless killing, but this is the first time I have seen it." Siatt nodded, really gaining something.

At the same time, Leon's condition was gradually improving, and the temperature of his flesh and blood was increasing, but his expression was no longer so painful, and his brows were slightly relieved.

Fortunately, he resisted the erosion of Leviathan. He felt that his strength seemed to have improved, but he felt that something was not right.

He wiped the blood on his cheek, and immediately his pupils shrank. The blood in the palm of his hand was bright red, but mixed with a trace of evil black air.

The broken corners of his eyes gradually healed, his heart beat strongly, and the wounds all over his body were also improving rapidly. This came from the original blood extracted from Enbinol, which was the fused blood-drinking cross.

"Heaven will not destroy me!" Leon's confidence instantly expanded. The appearance of the shadow of the late emperor must have meant that he could become the second Heron Baden.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, full of pride, but he did not notice at all that some of the blood he splashed touched the eldest prince Fann.

The curse attached to the Sword of Hegni began to take effect. The eldest prince felt cold all over, his will was blurred, and he was a little confused. The holder who borrowed the power of this sword would also be cursed by it in turn.

A burning sense of power suddenly arose. The eldest prince stared at his father who was laughing proudly, feeling extremely annoyed. Damn it, he couldn't imagine the consequences of his failure in this civil strife.

By then, not to mention the throne, even being a prisoner may be a luxury. He will die, or he may be worse than dead.

Leon showed no mercy to his own father and two older brothers. He was just a rebellious son... what he burst out with was the desire to survive.

The eldest prince had a surge of power coming out of nowhere. He picked up the cursed Sword of Hegni again, burst out at the speed of his life, and rushed towards Lyon, who was defenseless for a while.

As long as the emperor falls, as the eldest son and heir, he is qualified to sit on the throne, and his life will be safe.

Moreover, Duke Conard and Marquis Crowell should probably also support him. They all have relatively "traditional" ideas.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Poof~

Um? !

The eldest prince was stunned. What Hegni's sword pierced was not Lyon's chest, but Count Human who suddenly stood in the middle and issued a warning.

"Ahem~"

Human coughed up blood, and the thick fat did not bring any effective defense.

"Your Majesty..." Humane tugged at the corners of his mouth and tried to force a smile.

"Human?" Leon turned around and was slightly shocked, seeming to be stunned.

"Human, I have been running away for half my life, and I have changed from the Human of the Wind to the Human of the Runaway. Thanks to your love, I have never done anything to the Alpha family... ahem..."

The look in his eyes was quickly fading away. He grabbed Leon's robe with both hands and murmured: "Human didn't run away this time..."

Leon looked at the fallen Human, a mediocre and escaping genius, but loyal enough.

He slowly raised his head to look at his good son, and said calmly: "Human Alpha, when I succeed in my great cause of unifying the world, I will not forget you."

The eldest prince looked unwilling and struggled to squeeze out his own strength, but suddenly his body changed. His fingers and nails were lengthening, his skin was pale, his facial features were blurring, and a tail grew out of his back.

Pretender!

"Okay, no wonder Astros has been looking for something in the palace. It turns out he is looking for you!" Leon's eyes lit up and he took the opportunity to shift the blame.

In the dark, Astros stroked the two big cats and said helplessly: "Hasn't he seen Enbinor mutate into a centipede? When his pretender transformation begins, Leon will probably twist into a monster that no one can solve. "