Chapter 8 Suddenly I found out that this stupid girl...is quite cute

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Caesar always believed that the barbarians' style of conduct was extremely efficient and concise, so the Temple of War did not imitate the Pope Hall to establish a fighting spirit academy. Every barbarian child would be beaten by his father before he was nine years old. To put it bluntly, it was to exercise his ability to resist strikes. Judging from the physical fitness of the barbarians like ghosts, there was no need to worry about affecting their future development.

...In fact, Amazons do the same. Although the barbarians and druids are distant relatives, they are still more able to speak in the Temple of War and the Temple of Valhalla. Perverts and perverts have more common language. Moreover, in terms of educating dolls, Amazons seem to be a little more perverted...

It's a long way to go. After the age of nine, the little barbarians will be sent to one of the fortresses separated from their own villages and tribes, and will be trained and taught by the garrisoned barbarian warriors - this is the responsibility of the soldiers and the obligation of the children. During this period, the sense of glory and mission of the barbarians cultivated over the past nine years will slowly be established. Three years later, the twelve-year-old boys stepped into the closed training ground, returned home, and judged their future path based on their talents and strength... Of course, the consent of their parents is required.

But whether they choose to become hunters, farmers, herders, soldiers, or have the future and qualifications to become professionals, they have already had an indelible identity - reserve service. It is not an exaggeration to see the whole people in the north.

By the way... the above experience is not limited to boys. Barbarian girls also need to learn how to fight and do other things under the training of female instructors and soldiers. It is because I saw a middle-aged barbarian aunt holding two battle axes lonely and chatting about the girl crazy... It was nothing to be surprised.

As for the selection and training of senior warriors and even professions, let alone. Eighty percent of the professions of barbarians are members and troops under the military and political system of the God of War Temple. Cultivating rookie professions is just like training recruits. There is no need to say more. In addition to deepening ideological education, brothers will use repeated practical and simulated wars to make you firmly remember various combat skills and enhance your combat awareness until you become a real warrior...

So...how can you be considered a real warrior?

The serious version is: when you can practice every part of your body into a killing weapon, you will succeed.

Caesar said: When your brain regards the fact that "the butt is used to kill people" as an indestructible truth, you will completely win if you just want to do it.

Well... Despite this, Caesar still believes that the warrior training system in the North is the most efficient and energy-saving. This is the case. It not only passed on martial arts and glory from generation to generation, but also built an indestructible steel defense line for the North.

"So I said..." Caesar watched the lecturer leave, "When you go to the battlefield in the future, you still need to calculate the trajectory of the other party's battle axe and may not be able to hit you..."

"Although it is the honor of the knight to die on the battlefield and to be buried with the horse and equipment, what the knight has to do may not be a war." The voice sounded from the front, and Caesar sat up, and Artoria was walking in a very rhythmic pace. "There are many uses of numerical operations. Grammar writing can allow you to gain the heart of your lover with love poems, and etiquette and morality can regulate your words and deeds. These are all good things that can be used."

Caesar thought about it and felt that he couldn't use it. He seemed to be constantly talking about things and looking for trouble. He fought all the way until now, and seemed to live a very comfortable life... However, the other party seemed to just want to raise the topic and there was no need to argue. The girl knight who walked up to him stretched out his hand: "As I said, it's really pleasant to meet again."

"Yes, yes." Caesar nodded. It was time for get out of class to end. It was said that there was another class. Caesar looked around the classroom that read as the classroom writing auditorium. More than 200 people communicated in disarray. He immediately felt strange, "In one class... so many people?"

"Uh... this is a joint classroom." Artoria wanted to speak but stopped, "Didn't Caesar before..."

"Yeah, there is no such thing in my hometown." Caesar shook his head.

"Sorry... there are still many unfairness and injustice in this continent, and good education cannot be popularized in all places. I believe that Caesar must love your hometown. If you want to become a knight and use the money you earn to give your hometown happiness... If you have any difficulties, please tell me!" Artoria... was inexplicably ignited.

...Hey, I think the education in Beidi is much more effective than you. Then I use not money but axes to bring happiness to my hometown, and why do I always think you...

"What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?" Artoria said in surprise.

"No...I think if I want you to borrow a few thousand gold coins, you will take it out without saying a word." Caesar knocked his head, "Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"Don't underestimate the knight... Although helping anyone in need is the principle of the knight, an excellent knight should not be hurt by the rigidity of the code. Before helping people, it is natural to tell whether there is any need to help." Artoria pointed to Caesar's eyes, "When you mention your hometown, the change in your eyes is only a moment, but it is indeed shocking. If a person has such eyes, then he is definitely a respectable person."

Caesar smiled faintly and gave a seat: "Sit down and talk, Miss Artoria. It's rare that you come and say hello, it's really unreasonable to stand like this. Uh...what is the look of their eyes?"

Just as the two were talking and talking, Caesar found that the atmosphere suddenly became strange. Everyone around was staring at Caesar with strange eyes, incredible and envious, mocking and puzzled, as if surprised that Caesar was actually talking to Artoria.

Until the dazed girl's eyes swept over, the classroom returned to normal in an instant - as if she had expected such an ending, Artoria sighed and waved her hand in vain: "Sure... no matter how you emphasize it, they really don't regard me as Artoria. Although it was the expected price to bear, but..."

It's over... I'm sick again... Hey hey, isn't this Knights Academy? Here is a patient with self-talk and is saying strange things again! Who gave her a holy light bullet to wake her up!

Although he complained so much in his heart, Caesar still asked: "...Hey, Artoria, have a fever?"

"No, sorry... Let's stop today's conversation, the next class is about to begin." The dazed girl hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Actually, Caesar's eyes are very good now, at least he is someone who can face me with a normal mind. So if you say yes, please don't ask about my identity. If you communicate like this... forget it... I'm fine if I didn't say anything..."

"There is one more thing." Artoria was about to turn around, and then turned back, "If the classmate Caesar said that Hannibal was His Highness, then his sister is Sivia, the president of the student union of our school. If there is something important, I can help recommend it. This class will be over."

Looking at Artoria's leaving, Caesar didn't know what expression to face it well.

The Knight Girl named Artoria, who had been talking to him alone for a total of twenty-five minutes, knew the name of Caesar and the fact that he was a transfer student... Hey, hey, is it okay to not know the purpose! Is it okay not to ask the provocateur's commotion! Is it okay to know Hannibal's question?

And such a cute girl who seemed to be a big confused girl actually made a declaration and apologize for Caesar's stupidity. She left countless questions to Caesar and then enthusiastically served as a guide. She keenly remembered the problem of Caesar, who had only met one time, and specially showed the king a clear way.

There was no unnecessary emotion in the girl's eyes, which had little fluctuations. She didn't know Caesar's identity, who Caesar was, and she was completely treated as a fool who gave the greatest help to a person who had only one meeting.

The strangest thing is that even though I had never met her before, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy from my heart. Looking at her back, I wanted to cry, laugh, sarcastically, and witness silently, as if I saw... another self.

"Old dragon! Tagueo!" Caesar called out loudly in his heart, "You are really sure that Lucifer didn't leave me any scraps or something? Why do I feel something is wrong!"

"You have been beaten to a scumbag. If you show mercy, you will ask for trouble, but I don't think you are merciless either." Tagueo said coldly, "It's probably because the estrus period is coming, and you're thinking about it. Don't you tell you this for now? Lucifer actually thought about the method of creating a mutant creature by using the variant of the Hungry Dragon Roar through blood sucking and transformation. I think it's generally feasible. Don't you try it if you don't have to find someone? It's okay to find an elves... Don't the survivors of high elves have to suck blood to restrain the torture of magic emptiness? Get what she wants!"

Caesar was too lazy to litague, and just stared at Artoria's back, lonely... This is something that passed through her eyes. What a pitiful guy... The students around him looked at her with almost amazement and admiration, and there was almost no other color. Who was she? Caesar was not interested in knowing, but suddenly felt...

This first time I met, it seemed that the girl who showed the essence of a foodie was quite cute. Apart from being a little stupid and stupid, she was also quite cute.

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