Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Arrogance often leads to disaster, and those who think too highly of themselves will one day pay the price for being arrogant.

Kenneth couldn't remember where he had seen this sentence, although he was in such pain that he couldn't think of it at all, but he was really experiencing how insightful this sentence was.

Every blood vessel is boiling, every bone is aching, the magical circuit he is proud of has become the source of his pain, twisted and broken like a bomb that ignited a spark, and it exploded every cell in his body to pieces, even Buzzing and cracking roars echoed in his ears.

It turns out that people are really going to be tortured to death.

He was thinking vaguely, his body convulsed and shaking like a dying fish, blood mixed with mercury dripping down from the hem of his clothes.

Those quicksilver are the moon marrow spirit liquid that he is proud of in the magic dress, it used to be.

Kenneth tried his best to think about his current situation with his stalled brain—he was being held by a young man and was moving quickly. A strange young man in traditional Japanese clothes was flying on the branches with a speed and lightness that ordinary people could hardly achieve. Tossing and turning between the roofs, the severe pain made his perception of everything extremely hazy and distant. The whole person seemed to be floating in the clouds, and his consciousness and body were separated into two parts.

Heroic spirit...

probably……

There is no doubt that his raid this time can be said to be a complete failure, and his own life may be in danger. Without his research and the magic imprint passed down by him, the decline of the family is close at hand.

The only thing he was a little lucky about was that Sola didn't follow him to participate in this operation, but waited for him to go back in the hidden and safe magic workshop.

Even if he really died here, others would not make things difficult for Sola, an irrelevant person implicated by him. Her family will provide her with protection. She is young, beautiful, talented, and has the opportunity to have a bright future.

It's just that there won't be him in that future, and after many years, he may only be an understatement in the memory of the other party, even his own face can no longer be remembered.

At this point, he had to admit that he had underestimated the Holy Grail War. This was not a bright and smooth road, but a single-plank bridge with wire locks full of thorns, so he didn't right his position from the very beginning, and was overwhelmed by pride and prejudice. Blindfolded, if he made a wrong step, he would fall directly into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

Kenneth's mind was messed up by the pain, and all kinds of thoughts rushed out like a broken water polo, almost drowning him to death.

All the cranky thoughts ended at the moment when he was put down. If he was more sober and could see his own appearance, maybe he would rather not be put down. His disobedient body made him limp on the chair like a puddle of mud, his face His face was twisted and veined, with tears and snot flowing everywhere.

In the pain and coldness, he felt that something fell on his head, and the majestic force rushed to wash away his magic power circuit that was almost curled up into a ball. He twitched and screamed, and the magic circuit in his body was torn Splitting, splitting, and then sorting, integrating, connecting and forming.

Kenneth was gasping for breath in a daze during the long torture. He was a little shocked that he could still breathe. If someone hadn't pulled him a bit, he would have slipped off the chair directly, and the pain was to a certain extent. At this time, the body will be completely numb, the cold sweat is as if it was fished out of the water, and it will be bitingly cold when he moves a little bit, but because of this, his brain full of paste finally wakes up a little bit, and the black eyes are more or less obvious. Bring out some light and color.

"Long time no see." He saw the black-haired young man smiling and nodding to him, slowly wiping his fingers with a plain handkerchief one by one.

The young man's face was cold and solemn. He looked like he was in his twenties, and his sharp brows and eyes were filled with a smile, which only showed full arrogance and indifference.

As always.

"Zong... Zong Jue..." Kenneth's eyes widened in a daze, and his lips trembled for a long time before he could pronounce the man's name, as if he was pulled back more than ten years ago in an instant.

Apart from Zong Jue, there was no era of genius.

These magicians are like stars, but Zong Jue is like the sun.

Under the scorching sun, the shining stars are nothing more than slightly more conspicuous stones.

This was the case with the clock tower back then. This oriental magician from a faraway country was the absolute top of the pyramid. Looking down on the ranks of many teachers, his subordinates are playing with research that is enough to make all magicians shy away.

Before Zong Jue graduated, his resume was already filled with achievements that countless magicians could not match in their lifetime.

Tyrant, devil, dictator, all kinds of titles full of fear and admiration are crowned on him behind his back. He never cares how many magicians are depressed by his talent, and he never cares about his own step by step. No matter how many dead bones he stepped on on the way forward, he just walked forward, far away, so far that people could already feel despair and powerlessness just by looking at it.

Fundamentally speaking, there is no existence of a class.

Kenneth is a student one level lower than Zong Jue, which means that he was shrouded in Zong Jue's shadow during his entire schooling period in the clock tower.

All his self-esteem, all his pride, and everything he relied on were completely shattered between the crushing gaps.

More than ten years later, times have changed, but the ability to easily reorganize the structure of his damaged magic circuit has already defeated the defense he had built up during the ten years of obscurity after Zong Jue graduated.

What have I been so proud of all these years?

Kenneth sat up with difficulty and straightened his back, trying to maintain his decency and dignity, but willingly lowered his head and said, "Thank you very much...you..."

"It doesn't matter, I can't wait to die." Zong Jue meticulously folded the corners of the handkerchief from side to side, and the corners of his lips slightly curved, "It's not a big deal anyway."

Kenneth gripped the armrest, and said intermittently: "If you have anything to do in the future, the Archibald family is obliged to do so."

He is not saying this in his own name, but making this promise in the name of the ninth generation head of the Archibald family.

"It doesn't matter." Zong Jue put the handkerchief in his pocket, "It should be mine and it will always come to me."

He stood up, picked up the little milk dog that was tied to the corner of the table and grinned at Kenneth, and put it into his pocket. He turned his head and said, "Singer, send him back."

The wounds that should be treated have been healed, and he is too lazy to deal with Kenneth and the troublesome people who will inevitably follow him. Besides, his house is not the manor of the Archibald family, and there is no vacant room for guests. nor.

Kenneth had expected his indifferent attitude of seeing off the guests directly, and there was still a little bit of nostalgia. When he anxiously held his notes and went to consult this senior with a very difficult theoretical question, the other party was also cold. Throwing him the reference list nonchalantly, he turned around and closed the door. Anyway, he even exchanged a few words with him now, which can be said to be a VIP-level treatment compared to back then.

Kasen Kanesada stepped forward, picked up Kenneth and held him under his arms as he brought him here, turned around and went out the door.

——Although it is true that he is the apprentice of the god judge, but in terms of standpoint, he is still willing to favor the little milk dog he has raised for several days.

Zong Jue sighed, and pulled his hand out of his pocket. The little milk dog was biting his hand and thrashing about. The little guy looked at the little teeth very well, and he saw blood when he took a bite, and his canine teeth bit two deep deep scars.

"Let go." He pinched the little milk dog's neck with his free hand and said coldly. The little milk dog froze, and then realized that he was dazzled by anger and did something, and quickly opened his mouth to let go of Zong Jue's. Hand, and licked the wound bitten by him flatteringly.

The wound from the enemy's short spear on one hand is still not healed, and there are two more tooth marks on the other hand. I really don't know if I owe him.Zong Jue sighed, and instead of pinching the little puppy's hand, he stroked it, "Anyway, he's also a junior, so just treat it as a face for me, huh?"

After all, when he was in the Clock Tower, the Archibald family still took care of him. He couldn't help but watch the other family cut off the inheritance and decline, but he never expected that the thin and big blue eyes were chasing after him back then. The cute little guy who shouted that he would surpass him one day, turned into a mean and boring middle-aged man like a teaching director in just a dozen years. Even his hairline was in jeopardy. Time is really a killer. Even he couldn't help touching his hair to confirm that his hair was still thick.

The little milk dog was not reconciled, but still whimpered twice, and bit Zong Jue's finger with its tail between its legs - without any force, it just licked and sucked like biting a molar biscuit, and the saliva flowed everywhere.

I'll have to wash my hands a few more times later.Thinking so, Zong Jue sat down and buried his legs in the kotatsu, took the book on the kotatsu with his free hand and began to read.

When the cuckoo clock in the corridor passed by twelve o'clock, Yaken Toshiro turned in from the window. He didn't come back by himself, and he was followed by a small tail.

To be precise, it is a big tail.

The tall Lancer struggled to follow Yaken Toshiro over the narrow window, far less nimble and light than a short knife.

"Your Master has gone back." Zong Jue nodded to Lancer as a greeting, raised his hand to wrap the little milk dog that was completely stiff because of Lancer into his clothes, and asked Yaken Toshiro to come over and check Check to see if your dagger is injured.

This time, Yaken Toshiro dragged Lancer and Saber alone in order to give Kasen Kanesada enough time to take Kenneth away. During the period, he inevitably suffered some injuries due to various reasons. It was not too serious, but it was also rare with a small knife. In a panic, many wounds on his disheveled body are still bleeding.

"It's just minor injuries, I'll just apply some medicine..." Yaoken Fujishiro whispered, human medicines also have a certain effect on them, so in order to save spiritual power and minor injuries, the general gods will ask them to apply the medicine themselves In short, it means that the wound heals slower and it is not a problem to play daily, and it will not affect the itinerary of Honmaru. Besides, it is common for Honmaru where he was seriously injured before, so he basically ignored such a small injury.

But his judge seemed to care.

Zong Jue frowned and wiped off the ashes on Yaken Toshiro's face, turned sideways and took out the hand tools brought by Honmaru from the cabinet next to the kotatsu, paused and raised his eyebrows to look at Lancer who hadn't left yet, "Your Excellency Do you want to continue reading?"

The raised eyebrows of his appearance are full of sarcasm. Lancer looked at the back of Zong Jue's hand, made sure that there was no command spell on it, and said, "Sorry, sorry for the interruption." After speaking, he turned out of the window again. Don't forget to close the windows before leaving.

After seeing off the uninvited guest, Zong Jue lined up income props in front of him, pointed in front of him and said, "Come here and sit down."

The author has something to say:

[Zong Jue's battle diary: You may not believe it, I was a god of learning back then [laughs] And, I hope the children of Honmaru can learn to love themselves more. 】

A hard-working story of a master of learning who meets a god of learning 233333

After being bitten by a little milk dog, Mr. Zong expressed his heartache

My own short knife was actually injured, and my heart hurts even more