Arad's crooked savior

"Eh?"

Isabella's expression couldn't help but be surprised. Although Master Saler liked drinking and smoking and had a weird temper, he usually scolded out of concern and rarely got truly angry.

Could it be that the man wanted to become a disciple and kept pestering him, which made the master really angry?

Sal Maya's standard of not accepting male disciples has never changed. It is as eternal as the sun, which makes people speechless and admirable.

Moreover, a fight broke out between the two factions of fighters. Although there were no casualties, it damaged the harmony.

As a result, the male fighters were in a weak position and were humiliatingly expelled from the imperial capital.

Therefore, in the days to come, even if it was for the sake of face and self-esteem, very few male fighters would come to apprentice with Saler.

Could it be that it is some annoying noble?

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Isabella thanked the other party, then shrugged helplessly and said there was nothing she could do. She found a clean bluestone and sat down, dangling her calves in short boots.

From this height and direction, you can just see the outline of some of the imperial capital. Lady Zara didn't move too far when she moved, and she herself would often go to the city.

Just wait outside. Master will be back at night at the latest.

The fighting god of the empire does not have the indifferent attitude of being unfriendly to strangers. Instead, he has a wide range of hobbies and interests. He occasionally drinks half a bottle of wine and scolds his incompetent disciples.

drink! ha! …

After all, this is a dojo for fighters. The powerful sound of martial arts training is the most common sight here, filling the entire mountainside with a warm atmosphere.

Ye Lin looked around and saw that there were more than a dozen female fighters nearby. Due to sufficient daily exercise and slim-fitting martial arts uniforms, all of them had well-proportioned and toned figures, with different ups and downs of justice.

If you put on short sleeves and sports shorts in the summer, when all the flowers are gathered together, it will probably be even more beautiful than this mountain scenery.

Otherwise, wait until summer and come back to see~

"I'll go shopping over there."

Ye Lin pointed to the left, where there was a mountain road winding upwards. Siatt and the others were busy in a daze or looking at the scenery, and casually nodded to indicate that you could go there by yourself.

He wandered around aimlessly, intending to get into the forest, but he was quickly stopped by someone.

"Hey, where are you from? Men are not welcome here, let alone wander around at will."

A fighter with a band on her head and short hair. Her eyes were as alert as a falcon, and her fists collided in front of her to create airflow. She was obviously a Sanda professional, and she should be a relatively powerful senior professional.

Ye Lin touched his nose helplessly and explained his purpose. He was visiting, not becoming a disciple.

The other party's vigilance was slightly reduced, but he still frowned and warned seriously: "I suggest you not to run around. Master doesn't like people who are rude."

The plan of continuing to drill into the mountain was in vain. Ye Lin could only nodded to express his understanding, and then glanced behind a certain stone, which was quite meaningful.

There is a man in black robe hiding there. The atmosphere is chaotic and he must be a little injured. More importantly, his realm seems to be the realm of legend!

This is the dojo of the God of Fighting. There is no need to guess too much about the person who can injure the legendary realm, but the more interesting question is, who is the person who was injured?

Ye Lin was threatened by the vigilant gaze of the short-haired fighter, so he obediently returned to the dojo and waited with him honestly.

Siatt, who had been looking at the scenery, couldn't help but burst into laughter after seeing him being "escaped" back.

The air in the mountains was slightly cold, and there was nothing to do. Just when he and Cyrus were playing chess with branches and stones, and they were inseparable, Isabella suddenly stood up from the side and shouted sweetly: "Master~ "

Saler, dressed in plain cloth, came from the other side of the mountain forest. She carried a basket behind her with some gray-brown plants in it, like a doctor collecting herbs.

Elegant and old-fashioned, as if she had been buried in a book, there was no trace of her ever being a passionate fighter.

Her long hair was tied up to her waist, with a metal ring at the end. Her hair was mixed with a bit of snow-white, but her slightly cold and heroic face was full of energy, with only a few crow's feet visible in the corners of her eyes.

Salle Maya's age is definitely much more than what her appearance indicates.

She may be similar to Xuzu Jiulong, another special being who has broken the limits of human life, which is why she looks so young.

"Oh, Isabella?"

Sara raised her eyebrows. She seemed to have a very good memory, and she recognized this heartless disciple who had not come back for at least three or four years. Her tone was neither cold nor hot.

She took off the basket on her back, handed it to the disciple beside her, and said, "Use these herbs to make some ointment and apply it to those unlucky ones."

When practicing martial arts, physical injuries are inevitable, and medicinal herbs with therapeutic effects are almost a necessity for them.

"Master, I miss you so much..."

"There's no need for polite words. If you have nothing to do, help me get some more herbs. It's freezing cold and it's not convenient to pick the herbs. You'll have to spend money to buy them."

While Zara complained, he skillfully took out a cigarette rod from his pocket, lit it up for himself, and puffed away.

Martial arts cultivates the body as well as the mind. Appropriate leisure is very necessary.

"No problem, I will write a letter to the imperial capital later, but Master, I have to introduce it to you~"

After hearing her promise to get some herbs, Saler's cold face relaxed slightly. While smoking a cigarette, Saler silently listened to Isabella's introduction.

After smoking half of a cigarette, Saler flicked the top with her fingertips, and the tobacco was shattered into powder through the metal. She stared at Ye Lin's face for a moment, and then invited: "Let's talk about it after entering the martial arts dojo."

There were also some fighters in the martial arts dojo who were sparring with each other and honing their fighting skills. Saler took off his shoes and wore white socks and walked straight to a small table at the edge of the dojo.

He calmly put away the wine bottles on the table, nodded his head, and began to recall which student had the habit of drinking tea, and went to ask for some as a treat.

"You're welcome, as long as we have water." Ye Lin said hurriedly.

"The Sword God is here. If I don't entertain you and spread the word, it won't mean that I'm being negligent."

A cup of tea was fragrant. It was not expensive tea, but Master Saler actually invited the man to drink tea, which instantly caught the eyes of a lot of curious onlookers.

You must know that those noble gentlemen came to visit Lord Saler, and she just put a bowl of plain water here for you to drink or not. Most of the time, they were too lazy to pay attention to it and simply had no time.

This seems to be the second person she can put tea leaves on.

The last person who was treated like this and put some foam on his tea was the Emperor of the Empire, Leon Heinrich III.

"You want some souvenirs?"

Saler frowned and pondered for a long time before he understood what it meant.

Probably somewhere far away, someone admired her very much and wanted to use objects as metaphors to express their admiration.

Just like if the emperor rewards a minister with something, even if it is a piece of paper, then this thing will most likely be treasured and treated as a treasure.

Ye Lin's expression turned serious. He was really afraid that Salle would do whatever he wanted and pick rocks off the ground and bring them back to him. He quickly added: "If you could write a letter of encouragement, I would be very grateful."

If he could bring Aisha a handwritten letter from the God of Fighting, that would definitely be the best treatment and result.

A pen and a notebook were suddenly placed in front of Saler. Isabella was smart and flattering. Everything was prepared for you. Just write whatever you want.

She probably didn't want to spoil her apprentice's enthusiasm and give Ye Lin the reputation of a swordsman, so after hesitating for a moment, she picked up her pen and wrote a paragraph.

"By the way, Master Zale, I once saw an injured man outside the dojo."

Ye Lin mentioned what he discovered not long ago. If there are people who are harmful to the dojo, it is best to deal with them as soon as possible.

"Heiyue? Haha, the evil spirit will never die."

Saler put down his pen and sneered, as if he was extremely disdainful of this and was too lazy to pay much attention to it.

However, this name instantly surprised Siatt and Cyrus.

Because Hei Yue is also on the wanted list of the Delos Empire.

This man is the leader of the Black Shock Group!