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There was a slight surprise in Scott’s eyes. He looked at his son with a slap in the face. At the time, Brando ran to the countryside of Bucce because he couldn’t eat the pain of militia training. He knew that his son had innate talent on Swordsmanship, but he did. The surname was sloppy, and for this reason he did not lose his temper. It was only after Father’s life that Father had been teaching Brando. The old man also forbidden the other people in the manor to show the Swordsmanship. He had been unable to intervene. After the death of Father, it was not long before the guy who managed to escape. Go to Bucce.

He couldn’t think of it, and then there would be many things, until Bernard went to the door, he didn’t even know that his son was still alive.

Scott looked at the sword in his hand. This is his old fellow. He carefully collected it for nearly two decades, and today it was the first time it was able to see Scorpio. He erected the sword, made a stroke, and then looked toward Brando.

“old fogey, what the hell is going on.” Brando has become more and more confused.

“You want to know, after I pass this, I will naturally tell you,” Scott raised his sword and put on a defensive posture: “If you want to inherit something, you must have that qualification first, otherwise I I would rather you have been mediocre, come on.”

At the first sight, Brando understood that this was Aouine’s Military Swordsmanship, but it was a set of hands with Swordsmanship. To be honest, the strength of his own boss is also on the Gold-level Domain. Looking at Aouine is also a top digit of the row, but at the moment it is full of flaws in his eyes. “old fogey is still far worse than his grandfather.” Brando thought, but the expression on the face was awkward: “old fogey, that’s it.”

He is not afraid, but he is worried that if he has two or three strokes, he will not be able to make old fogey. Besides, Her Highness the Princess and Bernard are still here, with the old fogey stubborn surname, in case it is called old fogey. Losing his face, his good voice is probably over.

“Mr. Scott, let me come.” Gryphine suddenly started talking.

“Her Highness the Princess you-?” Scott startled.

“Scott, let Her Highness the Princess try it,” Bernard said with a slight smile.

Scott hesitated for a moment. He looked at one’s own son and looked at Princess again, nodded: “Please ask Her Highness the Princess for safety.”

Brando has been paying attention to Bernard’s expression, the guy laughs like an old fox, and he doesn’t know what a ghost idea is. Gryphine took the sword from his hand, a hand-held skirt, and came to Brando. “Lord Count, on Swordsmanship, you are a teacher of Halutz, and it is my teacher,” she erected and gave a tribute to Brando: “Teacher, please advise.”

Half-Elven Princess is slightly covered. She wears a long skirt, but she holds a long sword, like a lily blooming in the afternoon sun. It is very exciting. But when she stood upright again, her face was smeared, and her body’s momentum changed. It seemed to be no longer the Eldest Princess of Aouine Kingdom, but a distant female Knight. She looked at Brando with silver’s nephew, and there was only Brando’s silhouette in her eyes. One hand slammed the skirt and stepped forward, stabbing Brando with one hand and one sword.

The sword’s sword light shines through the mottled sunlight through the leaves, like a stretch of mosaic.

When Scott saw the sword, he couldn’t help but nod. Her Highness the Princess is not an all show, showing a very solid basic skill. He couldn’t help but look at towards Brando. With his son’s past standards, even if he came to ten, he couldn’t take it.

But Brando didn’t panic, stepped back, let the Hero edge of Her Highness the Princess, and then gently smacked with the sheathed Earth Sword, let Gryphine this sword do not know where to go. Her Highness the Princess had no success, her face was a little red, and she looked at him with amazement. Although she knew that the Count of Tonigel Swordsmanship was outstanding, she did not expect to be able to resolve one’s own offensive so easily.

She felt that Brando didn’t make a big effort, and even the speed of movement was not a bit faster than the average person. It was just a skill to fight against her Swordsmanship.

Scott frowned, and Brando’s hand seemed to be more famous in his battlefield, Knight. It contained not only Swordsmanship, but the battle’s experience. Only the warriors dared to be so casually. The sword edge that the other person is stabbing straight. He couldn’t help but look at his son suspiciously. Bernard hadn’t told him about Brando’s great achievements, but he also guessed a few points at the moment, thinking that his son is really fortuned outside this time.