They all call me master

Rick's farm, just outside South Los, is flat and fertile.

In addition to some cash crops, a lot of cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks are also raised.

From the angle inside the carriage, Arthur could see at least fifty cows and more than two hundred sheep at a glance, and that was not all.

It's just managed by Cook's two 'uncles' with seven sheepdogs.

The two men were riding on horses, waving whips and nooses in their hands. There were long swords on one side of the saddle, crossbows on the other side, and daggers on the belts around their waists. The most striking thing is that in the south in winter, In Los Angeles, in the cold sea breeze, the two of them just wore woolen vests, revealing their thick arms.

With every shout, as the whip and noose were waved, the knotted muscles on the thick arms would bulge.

What concerned Arthur most was the breath that the two of them exuded inadvertently.

Not the extremely strong one.

But it was extremely harsh.

To put it simply, the smell of blood is extremely strong.

‘Is this the ‘smell’ of a bounty hunter? ’

Arthur commented in his heart.

The two men herding cattle and sheep obviously noticed the approaching carriage.

When they saw Cook jumping out of the carriage, the two men immediately smiled.

One of them whistled.

Immediately, a hawk flew from the fence not far away and rushed into the farm.

About ten minutes later, Arthur finally met Cook's father.

A tall man with arms thicker than an average person's waist.

The other party was shirtless and only wore a pair of pants. When he ran out of the farm, white smoke was coming out of his body.

‘Exaggerated exercise intensity! ’

Arthur looked at the sweat still flowing from Cook's father's body, and already had an image of the other party exercising in his mind.

In fact, Arthur can be sure that the intensity of the other party's training is comparable to some secret techniques of body training.

Opening the door, Arthur stepped out of the carriage.

Cook's father, Rick, came up and wanted to give Arthur a hug.

However, thinking that he was sweating, the father finally chose to shake hands——

"Sir Kratos, thank you for everything you have done for Cook.

Do you know?

Letting him follow you is probably the most correct decision I have made in my life!

You don't know, he was afraid of hardship and tiredness before, but I never thought that he would take the initiative to accept my training! "

Rick was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He grabbed Arthur's hand and shook it up and down hard. The force made Arthur quickly evaluate.

[Physique] At least 5.

Of course, this is just the norm.

If fighting mode breaks out, the opponent's strength may be able to strangle an 'Arkana level' strong man to death at will.

"This is what I should do.

I don’t want Cook and others to suffer any misfortune due to avoidable accidents.

Therefore, please train them to your heart's content - I hope they can truly stand alone in the shortest possible time. "

Arthur was surprised in his heart by the strength of his father, but his face was serious.

After hearing Arthur's request, the father immediately laughed.

"Do not worry!

I will not give Cook any chance to go back on his words - he personally requested it, so as a father, I will definitely use 200% of my pain to help him gain greater strength.

Of course, so do you! "

Rick said and looked at Scott and the other seven people behind Cook.

Then, the father kept his word and didn't give the eight young men any chance to speak. He raised his hand to one of his old associates.

“Alan, come train them!

Don't hold back! "

Immediately, a middle-aged man who was two meters tall and wearing only a pair of shorts in the middle of winter came out from behind.

The other person was holding a whip in his hand.

Snapped!

After shaking his whip in the air, the opponent directly aimed at Cook, Scott, Wiggins, Haywood, Fonter, Guderian Ernest, Erwin Dubois, Zhukov and the eight Bass roared——

“Running for 20 kilometers now with light equipment!

The last one gets whipped!

First place will be rewarded with chicken legs for lunch!

For those who have not finished running, add 500 push-ups in the afternoon!

If you can't finish 500 push-ups, just give me another 20 kilometers to run! "

When the roar died down, Allen cracked his whip again.

This time it was not in vain.

But it really hit him.

Smoke it on Cook.

Cook's expensive coat, along with the inner vest, shirt and other items, were immediately beaten to pieces, leaving a trail of blood on his body.

"Mr. Rick..."

Seeing this scene, Arthur's eyes twitched and he spoke immediately.

But as soon as the words came out, he was interrupted by Rick.

"Please don't worry. Allen will be careful. He will only injure the skin and not the muscles. Moreover, the medicinal bath will be ready at noon. They will not leave any sequelae."

Rick explained.

Hearing this explanation, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally had a few useful subordinates, and he didn't want to be useless.

‘Medicated bath?

Cook’s father’s heritage is richer than imagined! ’

Arthur sighed in his heart, his eyes secretly scanning the other party's thick arms.

Obviously, it is impossible for ordinary people to have such thick arms. It must be the effect of medicinal bath.

Arthur, who was thinking about how much inheritance his father had, said.

"No, you misunderstood.

What I want to say is that for the sake of cleanliness and hygiene, please dip them in alcohol when smoking them.

I have promoted this approach at the Shire Police Station.

The effect is very good. "

Arthur looked serious.

Rick:…

Cook's father, the farmer, looked at Arthur in surprise, then grinned, and he immediately turned around and shouted to his old man.

“Alan dipped them in alcohol and smoked them.

Just like Mr. Kratos said, clean and hygienic! "

With that said, the farmer ignored the cries of the young people, including his own son, and motioned for Arthur to follow him.

The farmer took Arthur into a nearby barn.

When Arthur walked into the barn, the young 'psychic''s eyes twitched.

He saw hanging sandbags of different sizes, fixed with wooden stakes, barbed wire inserted parallel to the ground, wooden walls and single poles of different heights, and then...

Masonry, wood!

Piles piled nearby.

The farmer picked up a brick and slapped it on his head.

boom!

The masonry was shattered, but the farmer's head was completely fine.

Raising his hand to pat the crumbs, the farmer smiled at Arthur.

The teeth were white in the dusty face.

There is a sense of honesty.

There is more of a sense of honesty.

However, the debris on the ground told Arthur that this was not the case at all.

Being hit on the forehead with bricks, even a mysterious person will faint.

And the farmer's performance is not over yet.

When Arthur watched the farmer seem to glide across the barbed wire fence, cross the high and low walls with his feet like a monkey, and smash a sandbag with one punch.

Then, as he started spinning on the high and low poles, Arthur even felt like he was in a trance.

In a trance, and very familiar.

He seemed to hear the uniform footsteps.

He also heard the roar that resounded throughout the sky.

He even had hallucinations before his eyes——

Red epaulettes, green military uniform, half-crouching horse stance and slanted gun...