Touching the helmet with his finger, Feng Chou said, "Allen specially wrote me a letter to introduce you."
"Ha!" Natasha's smile was a little strange. She asked, "How did he introduce me?"
Looking at Natasha's strange attitude, Feng Chou couldn't help but touch his chin … The light helmet he was wearing now looked like the cavalry helmets of the Napoleonic era on Earth. Simply put, it was a metal hat with a cockscomb-shaped ornament on the top of its head. However, compared to ordinary hats, it had a curved neck guard at the back and a side ear guard at the side. The short brim of the hat was slanted slightly downward to protect the eyes. The hat was fastened to the chin with a belt buckle, exposing the face and chin.
The police in Casablanca wore this kind of light helmet, but it was painted black.
Although the light helmet's protection wasn't comprehensive enough, compared to the fully enclosed medium helmet, it was undoubtedly much more breathable and comfortable.
Feng Chou touched his chin and thought, Could this woman have already recognized me?
As he thought, he said, "Allen told me that you are a powerful Steel Soul Style warrior. I believe he told you that I am very interested in the Steel Soul Style martial arts. I hope to hire you as my martial arts teacher."
Natasha stared into Feng Chou's eyes and asked, "Martial arts teacher?
You really trust your servant. Just a letter from him made you decide to hire me as your martial arts teacher? "
Feng Chou could only nod and say, "Of course. We grew up together and were like brothers. I believe in him as much as I believe in myself."
"Ha!
Is that so?
But I don't see any sadness on your face. Is this how you treat your dead brother? "
Feng Chou could only brace himself and forcefully explain, "A man's sadness shouldn't be shown on his face, but in his heart."
"Ha!"
Natasha revealed an expression that said, "I'd be a fool if I believed you." She turned and walked into her tent. When she came out again, she was already holding a black steel hatchet in her hand.
Looking at the hatchet in Natasha's hand, Feng Chou immediately knew what she wanted to do. He couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
Natasha waved the hatchet in her hand and said, "No matter how much you trust your 'brother,' I think you should test the skills of the martial arts teacher you hired, right?
Before Feng Chou could refuse, she added, "And I also need to know if my future students are worthy of my teaching."
Feng Chou shrugged helplessly and said, "Fine."
He turned and walked back to his tent, thinking that he had just undergone the Golden Dragon Bloodline Ceremony. Although his martial arts hadn't improved much, his strength was already at the level of a thirteenth-level warrior. Moreover, his martial arts were originally comparable to that of a high-ranking warrior. Now that he had obtained the strength of a high-ranking warrior, there was no way he wouldn't be able to use it. Although Natasha was a ninth-level Steel Soul Style warrior, it was impossible for her to defeat a high-ranking warrior who was four levels higher than her.
Feng Chou also thought that since Natasha had already suspected that he was Allen, even if his martial arts suddenly improved, she probably wouldn't easily let go of her doubts. Instead, she would think that he had been hiding his strength in previous battles, which would cause unnecessary misunderstandings. After all, they had been in a life and death situation together before, and had also lost a comrade. If he were to hide his strength in such a situation, wouldn't it be the same as leaving him in the lurch?
Therefore, he felt that it would be better for him to continue controlling his strength at Allen's level.
After making up his mind, Feng Chou quickly walked into the tent, took out a two-handed sword from Qiankun Pagoda, and walked out of the tent.
Feng Chou's strength was new, and it was difficult for him to control it perfectly. If it were anyone else, it would be almost impossible for them to hide their strength that wasn't very well controlled. However, for Feng Chou who had Qiankun Pagoda's assistance, this wasn't a problem at all.
Controlling his strength at the original level, Feng Chou was naturally no match for a Steel Soul Style warrior. Not long after, he was knocked to the ground by Natasha's halberd.
Natasha leaned on her halberd and watched Feng Chou get up from the ground. She asked with certainty, "You are Allen, aren't you?"
Feng Chou patted the dirt off his iron gloves and shrugged. "Yes."
"Why?"
Feng Chou shrugged again and said, "I'm a Baron, so I have to have followers and servants. I can't do everything myself, but the problem is that I don't have any. So for the sake of dignity, I have to be my own follower."
"Haha …" This time, Natasha's laughter was no longer strange, but she really couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Just for this, you pretended to be your own follower?"
"What else?"
"You're really interesting. What about your follower?"
Feng Chou said, "I don't have a follower."
"You're a Baron," Natasha said.
Feng Chou explained, "In fact, you know, half a year ago, I was just the son of a failed frontier knight. My uncle, Baron Amborite, colluded with the Black Tyrant's minions and killed the count's heir. His title fell on my head, but I only had the title and no territory. In order to protect the family's title, I had to permanently entrust the territory to the count's chamber of commerce, so I have no territory, and of course, no servants or followers."
Natasha stopped laughing. Although Allen had told her some things about Baron Amborite, he did not say that the Baron was so poor. But thinking about her own experience, Natasha felt that she was not qualified to laugh at him.
She changed the topic. "Then, your appearance … I mean, your appearance is real, the one you have now?
Or is it Allen's? "
Feng Chou said, "Of course it's my current appearance."
"Then you're really handsome."
"Thank you."
"Alright, I'll accept your employment."
"Aren't you going to ask about the reward?"
Natasha raised her eyebrows. "Sorry, I forgot about the important matter when I saw the handsome young man. Then … what price are you willing to pay to hire me?"
Feng Chou said, "A knight's territory. How about that?
As long as you train me into a mid-level Steel Soul Warrior and serve me as an annuity knight for ten years, I'll give you a knight's territory in the new territory. "
Natasha's expression turned serious when she heard the word 'territory'. "No problem. I think it's best if we sign a contract."
Feng Chou said, "Of course."
After discussing business, Natasha suddenly thought of another question. "They said that you were teleported to the higher levels of the Arcane Tower. I heard it was very dangerous there. How did you escape?"
Feng Chou said, "Actually, I didn't enter the portal at all. I just used a teleportation spell to leave. Maybe the spell made the servants think that I entered the portal."
"Oh, by the way, I'm Allen. Don't tell anyone that."
Natasha glanced at Feng Chou and revealed a knowing smile. "Of course."