Time passed quickly, and the sun went down a bit.
The cold color of the sky became more intense. In a place like the forest, where the wind couldn't penetrate, the afterglow of the sun couldn't be seen. The last golden rays of the day couldn't shine into the Forest of the Dead.
Here, only the sun at noon could make people feel that the forest didn't look so gloomy.
At this time, the caravan had finished settling down. The horses had eaten high-quality hay, and apart from the occasional snort, there was no other movement.
In front of the caravan and in the middle of the caravan, a bonfire was set up. On the side, there were iron pots full of lumps.
The appearance of these iron pots wasn't very beautiful, but they were hard and sturdy enough. They were very suitable to be carried on a long journey. They weren't like those overly delicate pots that would break easily.
At this time, Julius had already extricated himself from the work that Lulunaka had put on him and obtained a temporary rest.
He found a tree and sat down by the side.
A child from a village like him didn't pay too much attention. As long as there were no insects on the ground and no muddy water after a rainy day, then sitting down wasn't a problem. When the time came, he just had to pat off the dust.
He took down the cross-shaped sword from his back and held it in front of him. He tore open the cloth wrapped around it and saw the silver-white sword body that was shining with a cold light.
Was this the sword that the Lord Knight wanted him to hold? He didn't need to follow anyone. He was just like a follower, passing the sword to others at any time.
This was his sword, and it didn't belong to anyone else.
Although this sword was still a little heavy for him, he believed that one day, he would be able to wield this beautiful sword and wield it freely, becoming a hero that everyone revered ….
When Julius was looking at the cross-shaped sword, Lulunaka's voice broke his beautiful dream.
"You can't do anything if you just stare at the sword."
Julius followed the voice and saw Lulunaka still sitting on the roof of the carriage.
Lulunaka looked at Julius with interest. Her eyes were bright and her face was smiling.
"For a malnourished and weak child like you to wield a longsword, it's a bit too much for you.
Don't you think this sword is a little too early for you? "
How could Julius not understand the meaning behind Lulunaka's words — she was intending to withdraw her sword.
"I'm not that weak!" Julius hurriedly brandished his cross-shaped longsword.
"Look, can't I use it just fine?"
Julius had to use both of his hands to wield the cross-shaped sword.
Padding's cross-shaped sword looked slender and light, but when Julius held it in his hands, he realized that this was not the case.
This sword was much heavier than the broken swords of the mercenaries.
If it was said that Julius could wield those pieces of scrap metal, then when he wielded the cross-shaped longsword, he would have to use both hands to wield it. He couldn't even wield it randomly.
To him, this sword was like a heavy hammer. The center of gravity was not on him, but on the tip of the sword.
Lulunaka laughed, "With your current state, don't even mention killing people, even a child could kill you with a dagger.
Even a dog with a sword in its mouth would be better than you. "
Being called worse than a child by Lulunaka, Julius's face was a little hot, but he was not convinced.
But when he was called worse than a dog, he didn't feel anything — Ward, who could behead more than a dozen knights with a double-ended sword in its mouth, was stronger than a yellow-haired kid like Julius. Even warriors like Padding and Olga had to be wary of him.
Julius knew himself well, he knew that he was not even comparable to a dog.
But this yellow-haired dog, could it really be treated as a dog?
A dog that could fold a double-ended sword in half and then swallow it into its stomach, it could no longer be considered a dog.
Julius looked at Lulunaka and found that Lulunaka was holding a mortar. The mortar was pure white without any impurities. Ordinary people wouldn't use such a thing — but it wasn't strange for professions like pharmacists and alchemists to have such a thing.
Lulunaka held the mortar in one hand and a small black mallet in the other. The two things were put together, grinding something unknown. The small mallet fell into the mortar and was shaken rhythmically in Lulunaka's hands. Occasionally, she would pick it up and then gently smash it down.
It was only at this time that Lulunaka gave people the feeling that she was indeed an alchemist.
The more time they spent together, the more chances they had to have this feeling. But because she had left a deep impression on people, she now looked like a pharmacist and an alchemist, so people couldn't give up their first impression of her — even if she was an alchemist, she was a strange alchemist with an unknown age.
When Julius was about to ask Lulunaka what she was doing, Lulunaka spoke first before Julius, "Master Olga, if you have time now, why don't you give some advice to this silly boy?"
Olga was near the bonfire in the middle of the convoy. At this time, he had just finished his work and was chatting with Romuona, who came from the front of the convoy.
After being called by Lulunaka, he looked at Julius and saw Julius holding the cross sword.
Julius, who was still waving the cross sword randomly, stopped when he saw Olga looking at him.
In front of Olga, who had been practicing martial arts for many years and had rich combat experience, especially when he was being watched like this, Julius really couldn't be thick-skinned and continue waving his sword. He looked like a monkey being watched — it seemed that he was still very self-aware.
Olga looked back at Romuona.
Romionna smiled. "Go ahead. Just think of it as making Lurunaka happy.
Besides, he has helped us before — don't you like him a lot? "
Romuona was right. Olga did like Julius, who was a little silly … Although he was a little too silly to have almost lost his life for a stranger.
"Then I'll go teach that kid how to use a weapon." Olga said and then walked towards Julius.
Looking at Olga's back, Romuona's smile was not too bright, but more like a polite smile.
For Romuona, how to get along with Lulunaka was a very important thing — the nominal owners of this convoy were her and Olga, but the real owner was Lulunaka. She and Olga were more like guests; Padding and Julius were Lulunaka's employees.
One was a native knight who was forced to sign a contract, while the other was a village boy who was bought over with a knight's sword.
Compared to Romuona and Olga, Lulunaka was not too polite to them. She would never leave them behind when she needed to order them around. She acted like a shrewd boss, not giving Padding and Julius the chance to be idle and daydreaming.
The main reason was that she did not give Julius the chance to be idle, and Padding was not a lazy person.
Romuona looked at Julius.
This boy, who was a few years younger than her, was thin, and stood there holding a sword that he could not have gotten by himself. His clumsy posture and appearance were even worse than the most inexperienced knight's squire she had ever seen.
But it was this kind of boy, Lulunaka, who did not know what she was thinking, who gave him a sword that a knight regarded as his life.
Romuona rested her chin on her hand, watching Olga walk to Julius and the boy's side. She did not know what they were talking about.
Olga came in front of Julius and glanced at the way Julius was holding the sword.
Julius was holding the sword with both hands, but the tip of the sword was pointing to the ground. The sword was unstable and faintly trembling. Rather than saying that Julius was holding a sword, it was better to say that he was holding a heavy hammer, and it was the kind that he could not swing.
"You look like you are stretching your neck and waiting for someone to chop off your head, boy," Olga said.
He reached out and took away Julius' cross-shaped sword.
Julius did not have much resistance to his sword being taken away. He was only stunned for a moment, and then he let Olga take away his sword.
He quickly reacted. This old but still powerful martial artist, was he going to teach him a few moves?
This made Julius's mood become excited, and his excitement showed on his face.
Olga held the sword with one hand and waved the silver cross-shaped sword a few times.
Unlike Julius, who was a weak boy, for him, although this sword was heavier than a normal sword, it did not affect his use of the sword.
In his long travels, Olga had encountered many life and death battles, and during those times, he could not be picky about the weapon. Those who were picky and were not used to it had already turned into bones.
Olga had practiced martial arts for many years, and his years of fighting gave him his own experience and understanding of most weapons.
Olga held the cross-shaped sword horizontally and pointed it forward, the sword tip parallel to his line of sight.
"This is a well-forged sword, not only does it look good … … Compared to slashing, it is more suitable for thrusting, pointing, and slicing."
"Thrusting, pointing, and slicing?" Julius did not understand.
Lurunaka, who was grinding something in the carriage, interjected, "Isn't this a bit too profound for a person who doesn't have the slightest bit of foundation?
Master Olga, you saying this now is the same as talking to a piece of wood.
I suggest you let him follow you and draw the gourd. If he can't draw the gourd well, then correct him until he draws it well. "