The Knight of Upper Byrne stood firm, held the sword in both hands, raised the sword to the opponent, and then let the sword tip pierce the target along the longitudinal axis of the sword body. If he wanted to stab the sword to a longer range, he would take a step forward. Just like chopping, the sword began to move first to ensure that the sword was in front, and the body and footsteps were followed one by one. In the sprint, this made the opponent unable to react in time, and aimed more easily. After the sprinting for several rounds, the Knight of Upper Byrne finally revealed his flaws, and the sword-holding hand was exposed within the opponent's attack range. The Knight of Upper Byrne stepped to one side and raised the sword blade to his unprotected hands to drag it. This was enough to cause damage to him that he could not continue to hold the weapon to solve the battle. He raised the sword cleanly and slashed the opponent's head from a high position.

In the end, this duel that decided the toll tax on the wooden bridge on the Danube River ended with the victory of Count Byrne. The war was completed with the fight between the two knights. The failed knight was slashed with a sword on his head, and the helmet he wore avoided his death, but he would be forced to pay fifty silver coins as his ransom, and the ransom would be borne by Count Byrne. It can be seen that the fat Count Byrne was extremely annoyed, but had to bear the loss of failure.

Although this duel seemed ordinary to Sir Wendell and others, it was an eye-opener for Arod. The use of swords of the knights, especially the Germanic knights, was full of the perfect combination of rough and exquisite sword techniques from the Middle Ages.

"Yifu, can you teach me swordsmanship?" After a few days of marching, Aruod finally walked into Yifu's tent one evening and said to him.

"What?" Yifu was wiping his sword, looking at Aruod, and asked incredible.

"Teaching me to use a sword, I will learn with my heart." Aruod said sincerely. Although he hated Yifu, among the people he knew at present, he was the only one who could teach himself to use a sword.

"Hmph, I once wanted to teach you, but you tied me up with evil things. I will not try again." Yifu ignored Aruod and continued to work on his own affairs.

"I'm sorry, if you feel unhappy, you can tie me up and punish me anyway. Just teach me swordsmanship." Aruod knew that he had knowledge far beyond this era, but Germanic swordsmanship deeply made him fascinated. The boy had no experience of dancing swords and guns, and now he had the opportunity to play some real guys.

However, Aruod soon regretted it. The damn Ifu actually tied himself to a big tree and kept watering him with cold water. The cold water choked Aruod almost suffocated. He had never suffered such pain in the past or now. However, in order to learn swordsmanship, he had to grit his teeth and persevere, and hoped that his father, Sir Wendell, would save him. But he was wrong. Sir Wendell walked among the peasants and soldiers watching the fun and asked the reason, and then walked away with a smile, saying that the young man should go through more hardships.

"Well, bastard, Ifu, you bastard." After laughing rudely, Yifu threw down the empty wooden barrel and returned to his tent and ignored Arude. This made Arude feel deceived. He cursed angrily. After a long time, Jodo cut off the rope and put him down and sent him to Arude's own small tent. He lay on the wool felt in a cold war.

The next morning, when everyone was still sleeping, Yifu uncovered the wool felt wrapped in Aruod and dragged him out of the warm wool felt. The morning dew was still stuck to the leaves. Aruod was trembling all over and didn't know what Yifu wanted to do.

"Hold this." Yifu handed Arude a heavy wooden sword. Arude held this wooden sword that was heavier than the real sword and didn't know what Yifu wanted to do. He raised his head and looked at Yifu in confusion.

"Don't you want to learn to use a sword? It's best to use this kind of wooden sword, as this will be good for you to use a sword in the future." Yifu inserted his waist impatiently, and said to Aruod with his chest and abdomen.

"You agreed to that." Aruod was so excited that he almost jumped up. He was finally about to become a swordsman. He even fantasized whether he would appear on the sword as he waved his sword like in some fantasy novels. However, before he could finish his fantasy, he was interrupted by Yifu's loud shout.

"Listen, if you want to become a swordsman, you must know how to use your pace. If your pace is unstable, like a giant with mud legs, you will definitely fail."

"Yeah, yes, it's just that the lower plate is stable." Aruod quickly calmed down and listened carefully to Yifu's teachings.

The pace of medieval walking swordsmanship was basically T-step. When one foot stepped forward, the other foot must be rotated outward and maintained at 45 degrees. When trying to move forward, a new T-step will be formed. According to professional terms and alternating steps, the slightly bent legs lower the swordsman's center of gravity and land the center of gravity between the legs. This way, the swordsman will be much easier when attacking.

When Arod was wholeheartedly learning swordsmanship from Iff, he had long forgotten what invention he had surpassed the times, and this small invention would cause him great trouble. The dean of Hof Hannis and his group left Sir Wendell's fief, and he did not return to his monastery immediately. A few dozen miles away from Sir Wendell's fief, there was a real estate owned by the monastery, that is, the dean of Hof Hannis. It was a mine, a mineral that produced iron. A group of mined workers worked day and night for him. The mined iron ore was sold to the princes of Italy, France, England and other places, which was also a large amount of trading income for the monastery.

"Hisserdean, the ore mining is very smooth, but we are not enough. If you allow it, I hope to bring some serfs to help us mine the ore." A bald middle-aged man stood in front of Hof Hannis with a humble expression. He was the authorized mining merchant who managed the mine. Many tired miners passed by him, who occasionally peeked at the bald man with an indignant look.

"No, the current cost is enough. We re-exploited the mine just to build the houses that were unfortunately burned down the previous year. Our ancestors left us this mine only to use it in an emergency. Mr. Jeff thanks you for your service to the monastery. I will pay you enough rewards after the mining is over." Hoff Hannis had long learned from his confidants what this despicable mining contractor did. He stole the property of the monastery, abused and oppressed the miners. He had to endure it because he needed his sales pipeline to sell the ore, but now his patience has reached its peak.

"What? Yes, is it?" Jeff's face showed a disappointed expression, but immediately smiled again in his professional manner. "It's okay, it's my honor to be able to do things for the noble dean of the Monastery. If there is any need in the future, just give me orders."

"Yeah, OK." Hoff Hannis nodded, thinking that the contractor was quite tactful. He turned around and took his follower Knight and walked into a small church on the mine, a small church built of solid stone. It was a long time ago and could be said to be the main activity place before the Monastery of St. Fonso became a holy place that every monastery had to go to once.

"Master, this monastery is so hateful. Let me kill him." Behind Jeff, a one-eyed man said with a ferocious face. He was wearing a gray cloak, a knife-slashing scar on his left eye, wearing a simple leather armor, and a dagger hanging on the belt around his waist. Anyone who saw him could understand that this was a desperate murderer.

"Well, but he always follows the knights, even you can't hurt him." Jeff's face had long since disappeared. The mine in the Monastery of Saint Fontso is really a treasure mountain. The huge profits it brings to him are hundreds of times that of the past. Now he wants to hand over it, it's like cutting away flesh. But he knows that it's impossible to fight against Hof. Hannis, if someone knows that he killed the monastery, not to mention that the Roman imperial court would not let him go, even the nobles of the princes would crush him. Even if he escaped by chance, no one dared to protect and take him in. Although money is important, he only has one life.

"Haha, it is said that merchants dare to catch Satan's money for the sake of their interests, but why are you so timid?" At this moment, a voice came from behind the two of them. Jeff turned his head nervously, and his one-eyed man immediately put his hand on his waist, as if he was ready to pull out the dagger at any time.

"It's you, Lord Robert, you are really good at joking." Jeff saw a monk with a light red birthmark on his face standing behind him. He immediately recognized that it was the monk Robert who introduced himself to be the contractor of the mine. He immediately smiled on his face, but sweat unconsciously slipped from his head.

"Why, have you forgotten who is the one who really made you the mine contractor?" Monk Robert did not bring his own knight. He knew that although Woodrow was the best knight in the family, he was indeed an open-minded person. His plan must be completed with a more dirty guy.

"Of course I remember, how could I forget your kindness, haha." Jeff gently wiped the top of his head with his hand, and said to Monk Robert with a smile. He couldn't afford to offend Hof Hannis, and he couldn't afford to offend Monk Robert either.

"Now our respected monastery wants to regain your authority, what are you going to do?" Robert ignored Jeff's attentiveness. He just needed a pair of hands to complete his plan.

"You, what do you mean?" Jeff had long heard that Robert and Hoff Hannis were in disagreement, but as a cautious businessman, he just looked at Robert secretly. Today's monk Robert seemed to be a little different from the past.
Chapter completed!