Cold weapons are a man's romance

Why did he know that Roman and Cesar knew each other?Humphrey does mention the name "Cesar," but it sounds a lot like the English pronunciation of "Caesar," not necessarily referring to the swordsman.How did Edward immediately think of Cesar?Although they knew each other, wouldn't he be afraid to speculate on Cesar with the greatest malice when he heard something bad?They even made a teaching video together.After he quit the Aurora Club, the relationship between the two must have been tense.

"He really didn't say that..."

Edward Blackson snatched Roman's long sword, weighed it a few times, and gave a light snort of disdain. "After you quit fencing, come here to play military fencing, master?" He pulled out the long sword a few inches, even if he spit on the sword, Roman would not be surprised.

"Cesar finally got his wish, huh? He won the swordfish championship and accepted his apprentice. He has been very happy these years, right? Oh, look at this beauty, don't you want to use this kind of toy in the competition Bar?"

"Give it back to me, please." Roman's smile disappeared, "This sword is mine, please don't touch it."

His sword was snatched away before it was warmed by the real owner.Edward Blackson should learn what "politeness" really is.Even Cesar had to ask Roman's permission to touch Roman's great sword, let alone this stranger crawling out of an imaginary grave.

"Listen to your tone!" Edward Blackson squealed, pinching his throat, "'Mom, my toy has been taken away by the children! Please judge me!' Oh, you think I'm being rude to you children Are you interested in Gadgets?"

With a full face of disgust, he threw the long sword back to Roman, almost planning to hit him with the sword.

"You don't do good fencing, why do you want to play this kind of thing? It's simply resigned to depravity. Are your standards so low for yourself?"

"Didn't you 'play' this too?" Roman retorted, "It seems that someone has amnesia and forgot all about his 'self-defeating' past!"

"People don't grow up playing with the toys of their childhood, and neither do I. I've graduated from these pretend knight games. Unlike you, and Cesar, you'll never grow up big."

"How dare you say such a thing!"

What is "play house game"?Although Bingjian is a new competitive sport, its popularity is far less than that of fencing, but people in this circle are full of enthusiasm to promote its development.Roman also enjoyed sword fighting.Why did Blackson make it so embarrassing?

"Enough, Ted [Note], you're yelling at me too."

Humphrey stepped in to smooth things over.Supporting the counter with his arms, he tensed his body, deliberately revealing the knotted muscles on his arms.If he wanted, he could snap the two quarreling guests in two as easily as a twig.

Faced with this absolute gap in physique and strength, Edward Blackson also died down.But he still refused to admit defeat completely, and said slightly sarcastically: "It's time for you to give up these rough-and-tumble games and start a business."

"Don't bother you, I don't want to step into the 'adult world' so soon." Humphrey blinked playfully, "If you have nothing else to do, I'm closing. Would you like a drink together, Ted? "

"I wanted to have a drink with you, but I lost all interest." Edward glanced at Roman with disgust, "Let's talk about it next time."

He put his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders away from the whalebone like an angry old crow.

After his figure disappeared into the twilight, Humphrey turned to Roman: "Sorry, both of us are unlucky today."

"What's wrong with that man?" Roman asked.

"How much did Cesar tell you about him?"

"Not much. He told me not to mention the man in the club, or Mr. Blackson would be upset."

Now Roman understands Cesar's good intentions a little bit.If Edward Blackson was such an outspoken fellow with no respect for soldiers, of course old Mr. Blackson would not speak of his disgraced grandson.

"I knew they had filmed a swordsmanship teaching video together, and I thought they were good friends." I didn't expect them to be such enemies.

"They used to have a good relationship, but then... everything changed."

"what happened?"

Humphrey stroked his unshaven chin, and hesitantly hummed twice. "Ted had a big fight with his grandfather and ran away from home." He summed up the grievances between the two with an ambiguous statement, "Ted is the only grandson of Mr. Blackson, and the old man is very hurt. He also counted on Ted to carry forward his career. But Ted has since stopped engaging in any activities related to fighting, and has cut off contact with the entire circle."

"But you still have contact with him, right? Aren't you also a member of the circle?" The two are quite familiar, so good that they have a drink together after get off work.

Humphrey smiled. "He and I didn't know each other in circles. We were comrades in arms - real trench brothers. He ran away from home and was cut off by his grandpa, broke and cornered, so he enlisted, and I happened to be in the same unit. service."

"You were in the military?" Roman stared at his massive biceps.

"Not like it?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised. How could a veteran come to learn swordsmanship?"

"When I got out of the military, I always couldn't let go of the military life, although I never really liked it. But if one day you don't have to reflexively start wearing pants at the sound of the morning horn, you will suddenly not get used to it. I Often nostalgic for my old life, so went to a lot of 'history reenacting battles'. At first it was pretending to be in D-Day with an air gun filled with eggs, my military background always made me a commander in the army, and I did command Well done, gradually becoming famous. Then people I met invited me to participate in the older 'battles' - Gettysburg, Lexington... Then came the battles of the Cold War era, such as Stamford Bridge and Ajinku Er. I found myself really liking this, so I started working on medieval armor and weapons. When you really focus on something, you often become an 'expert' by accident."

After hearing this, Roman almost knelt down to Humphrey.Compared with his magnificent legendary experience, the ups and downs of Roman's life are like ripples in a swimming pool.

"And Edward Blackson? He's out of the Army too? What's he doing now? Why isn't he going back to Mr. Blackson? What the hell happened to them?"

Humphrey took the store key. "I'm closing the door, boy. Let's listen to the story next time."

Roman narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction. "If you don't want to talk, please keep silent in the first place. I hate mysteries more than anything."

"If you are willing to come and have a drink with me, I will consider continuing. My drinking buddy ran away in anger, you have to compensate me."

"Now?" Roman looked at the sky outside the window, "It's too early to start the nightlife, so it's okay to have a drink with you."

"You're such a cheery fellow! I kind of understand now why Cesar is always raving about you!" said Humphrey, "but when I say 'drink,' I really mean not getting drunk."

Roman turned and ran.Humphrey threw him to the ground, and then dragged the screaming black-haired young man out of the shop laughing wildly.

***

"Your phone is ringing."

Lawrence in the passenger seat folded his arms and stared straight ahead with a solemn expression, like a driving instructor taking a student on the road for the first time.Cesar tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, ignoring the beeping sound of the phone and Lawrence's reminder.Anyway, it was new news, so it stopped after two beeps.

Lawrence's car was sent for inspection last year, so he went home with Cesar's car.Cesar was reluctant at first, yelling that "no one can ride in my car except Roman".Lawrence praised him for his loyalty, then calmly opened the car door and got in.Cesar has known him for many years and knows that this guy can become more brazen than himself when necessary, so he can only accept his fate as a driver.

A few seconds later, the phone tickled again.Then drip every few seconds.Someone is continuously swiping the screen for Cesar.Lawrence couldn't bear this kind of auditory pollution, so he took Cesar's mobile phone, unlocked the lock screen, and began to violate the privacy of his colleagues without hesitation.

"Ah, you got a new phone?" Lawrence said.

"Wait, how do you know my lock screen password?" Cesar was shocked.

"1204, Roman's birthday, you can think of it on your knees."

Cesar gritted his teeth: "Damn it, not only the phone, but I even have to change the password of the bank!"

"You even have a bank... Your account hasn't been stolen for so many years, what kind of shit luck did you have?" Lawrence said with a touch of disbelief.

"What is shit luck? That's the luck that Roman brought me."

Even this could be a source of embarrassment, Lawrence felt that his colleague was completely hopeless.The average person's brain is divided into two parts - the left and right hemispheres; Cesar's brain is also divided into two parts - the fencing hemibrain and the Roman hemibrain.Moreover, the cranial space occupied by Roman's half brain is still expanding, and if this continues, the other half of the brain will probably shrink.

Lawrence glanced at the screen: "Humphrey sent you a lot of photos."

"What picture?"

"Looks like he's in a bar and he's dancing in a thong."

Cesar made a nauseous voice: "It's this kind of shit again! Why does he keep sending me pictures showing his muscles? It's disgusting!"

"I really can't see that your relationship is good enough to send muscle photos to each other."

"No exchange of hair! He unilaterally destroyed my eyes! Help me tell him that I don't want to see him show off his muscles and tell him to get out."

"Okay, I'll just reply like this: I love it so much, post a few more."

"Lawrence!"

"Are you sure you don't want to? His dance partner is Roman, and he only wears underwear."

"I love it so much, send more pictures!"

Compared with asking for photos, Cesar was more concerned about another matter: Didn't Roman go to the strong man's shopkeeper to get his custom-made sword?How did you get it to the bar after taking it, and dance with Humphrey with only a pair of underwear left?What the hell did Humphrey do to his Roman?Could the sword engraved with the inscription of the Lord of the Rings be able to charm others like the Lord of the Rings? !

He snatched the phone from Lawrence and parked the car casually on the side of the road.Lawrence looked worriedly at the no-stop sign outside the window and told him to drive away, but Cesar turned a deaf ear.He quickly browsed through the photos sent by Humphrey, and used the powerful fan filter to filter out the parts of Roman.Roman looked drunk, giggling and dancing with Humphrey.Humphrey is very sober, otherwise he would not be able to take such high-definition photos.

Cesar resisted the urge to explode the phone.He'd already destroyed one and didn't want to cry and buy another.He tried his best to restrain his fingers, and calmly typed a line: "What did you do to Roman, you old rascal?"

Humphrey replied: "Your cutie is drunk, hurry up and take him home, or some of the women dancing around will attack first."

"Why did you take him to that kind of place?!"

"I'm helping you, you bastard who doesn't know what's good or bad! You've been together for so long and you still haven't moved at all, so I'm worried for you! After finally getting him drunk, I don't need to teach you the next thing, right? "

"You are so kind!" Cesar reversed his previous attitude and turned his face like a book.

Someone knocked on the window.An officer pressed on the roof and signaled Cesar to lower the window.

"Sir, no parking here. Can you show me your ID?"

Cesar responded with a kick of the accelerator.

The car sped away like an arrow from the string, and the police officer was almost thrown out by the wind pressure.But the guardians of the road order were not afraid of danger, and a few seconds later, loud sirens came up.

Lawrence was pressed into the seat by inertia.He grabbed the handrail and shouted: "If you want to go to prison, go in alone, put me down!"

"Are you serious? At the current speed, you will fall into Lawrence Sauce!"

"Won't you fucking stop first?!"

"Didn't you see that I was rushing to rescue my little cutie?"

"No, no, it's more likely that your little cutie will go to prison to rescue you if this continues!"

Lawrence decided that if he could get off this deadly speeding car alive tonight, he would go to Mr. Blackson and suggest that all employees working with Cesar should be given quick-acting heart-relief pills... No, handcuffs are better, In this way, they can turn this shameless lunatic to the police station anytime and anywhere!