Juliana’s workshop Chapter 33: Good sword and rotten wood

　　 Olga nodded, agreeing with Lulunaka’s words, “Indeed, you have no foundation at all. Rather than theory, let’s experience it first. Let’s experience what holding a sword is all about.”

　　 Olga handed the cross sword back to Julius, let him hold the sword with one hand in his right hand, and raised his arm. The cross sword was connected to the arm in a line, and the tip of the sword was aligned with the front. This action was exactly the same as Olga did just now, but if Julius did it, it would be less vigorous, and it looked like a child imitating an adult.

　　 When Olga released his hand, Julius’ arm couldn’t last for a few seconds. The hand fell, and the sword drew a semicircle trajectory and pointed to the ground again.

　　 Olga didn’t say anything about it, at least Julius didn’t let the sword get rid of it, which is not too embarrassing.

　　 “Only when you maintain the posture and movement you have just now, you have a chance to kill, otherwise, everything is just fantasy-because you are dead.” Olga said.

　　 Julius looked up at the tall old man, “Is it really possible to fight in the sword-holding position just now… It feels so strange.”

　　 “It feels weird, that’s because you don’t have the power to hold this sword, let alone the ability to fight in that position.” Olga continued, “This sword is not used to chop the enemy. This is ruining it. You don’t want to treat your first sword like this, do you? And it’s such a practical and beautiful sword.”

　　 Olga grabbed Julius’ hand again and asked him to raise the sword flat. He held Julius’s arm in his left hand, put his right hand on the sword, and stroked the blade with his fingertips. The silver-white blade of the cross sword is a bit cold, and it feels like touching a block of ice. The sword has small and dense patterns on the body, and the patterns that are punched out during the forging hammer make the sword look more beautiful. “This is a good sword, you have to cherish it.”

　　 Julius nodded. At this time, Padin Edgar, the original owner of the Cross Sword, was sitting in the carriage at the back of the convoy, watching all this in silence.

　　Lulunaka interrupted again at this time, “The sword is slender and a bit narrower than a normal long sword, but the sword is thick and bulged in the middle, making the whole sword a flattened diamond shape. It won’t look fragile because of its slender appearance. As for the decorations of the church, it doesn’t matter whether it is there or not, it will not affect the lethality of this sword… It is not so much a sword, it is better to say that it is a growth. Sword-shaped awl, let alone piercing the human body, it’s easy to pierce armor…Of course, you don’t have the ability, Julius. If you have the realm of Mr. Edgar, even if you use this long sword, You can also fight by slashing and slashing.”

　　 Lulunaka is telling the truth, Julius is really not good at refuting, so he can only put his energy on the sword in his hand. But even if he put all his spirit and strength on the sword, he didn’t let himself last longer. When Olga released his hand, the sword quickly returned to its original position. Just doing this kind of action, his arms are already shaking now.

　　 “I don’t have enough strength. I thought you were a child who can endure hardship.” Lulunaka smiled, “But this is no way. A child who has a meal without a meal can survive. Her strength is already a luxury, you can’t be so anxious…” The words behind her sounded like she was talking to herself, not to Julius.

　　 Julius repeated the sword-holding movement Olga taught him several times, but each time he couldn’t maintain it for too long. Olga then just watched from the side, accidentally saying that there was something wrong with Julius’ actions, or if there was really no way, he would help her to correct it.

　　Lulunaka watched this old and small interaction, and did not stop the movement in her hand. The black mallet lightly slammed into the mortar, or pressed the mallet to the bottom of the mortar. Rotating and grinding in a clockwise direction, “Rather than teaching him how to use a sword, he should first solve the problem of physical weakness caused by malnutrition. It is probably a priority to solve it… But this is not anxious, after all. You can’t be fat.”

　　”What are you doing, Lulunaka?” At this moment, Romiuona looked up at Lulunaka and asked curiously.

　　 “What are you doing?” Lulunaka replied, looking at Romiuona below, “I’m doing my job. Although my alchemy cauldron is not with me now, I still carry the things I have. One or two, you can make something interesting to kill time.”

　　 Lulunaka’s handy things are probably the black mallet and pure white mortar she is holding in her hand. These two things don’t take up space, they are small and exquisite, and they won’t get in the way when they are worn on the body, but Romyona has a feeling that Lulunaka may not only carry such a few things on her body. She is like a pocket that can hold an infinite number of things, and she can take out anything as long as she wants. Romyona has noticed the basket that Lulunaka has been carrying around. Besides being filled with flowers that seem to never wither and die, it seems that there is nothing else on the surface, and it should be impossible to put it inside. More stuff. But Lulunaka was able to take out the screaming lady with her face changed and her eardrums and brain trembling-she also cryptically stated that she had more bombs like this-since then, Luluna But Ka never came up with anything like Screaming Lady again. Is it because it is unnecessary, or is she just one bomb of this kind?

　　Romiona didn’t know, nor did she have any bad thoughts or evil intentions in her heart. She just thinks that Lulu Naka has a mysterious but caring atmosphere. Or it can be said that it is compelling to care-it’s like being fascinated.

　　 “What do you call interesting things, what is that?” Romyona, like a student, continued to ask Lulunaka.

　　 Lulunaka replied: “It’s a bit difficult to say… Things that I find interesting, you don’t necessarily find them interesting; things you find interesting, I don’t necessarily find them boring… For me, handle Some of the materials on the table can be processed into an interesting and useful prop with my own hands. That is the joy of being an alchemist, but for you or for others, it’s not necessarily the case: the process is still quite boring. Yes, and many processes need to be repeated and repeated until the materials used are highlighted. When you look at me, do you think you can experience fun from it? If you can, maybe I can also bring alchemy The teacher apprentice.”

　　 Is this the temptation of the devil, or is it an invitation from a friend? Romeo Na did not know. She hesitated for a while, wondering whether Lulunaka was serious or joking—but no matter what Lulunaka thought, Romeuna didn’t have much choice. “I don’t think I am suitable for alchemy… Whether it is interest or talent, there seems to be no reason for me to learn alchemy.”

　　 Romyona’s refusal did not make Luluonaka show a disappointed expression. It seems that Romyona would answer like this for a long time. She nodded: “It is true, there is no interest and talent in this area. If you are forced to learn this, at most you will become a craftsman…that is in conflict with my philosophy. Then it is better not to learn.”

　　 Lulunaka looked at Romeo Na with a bright smile on her face, “Although this is the situation, but even in this situation, do you have something you want to do?”

　　Romiona was speechless. After experiencing a life and death crisis, there was no one else beside her to rely on except Olga. The so-called relatives of the Mulining family are not relatives, but some enemies of the same blood. Even the biological father never looked at her more, and even put her as a sacrifice in a conspiracy. On the altar. Now she has no idea where she should go or what she plans to do in the future, so she still has the mood and spare energy to think about what she can do and what she wants to do.

　　 Lulunaka doesn’t mind Romiuona’s silence, “Now it’s a bit reluctant to make you think about it. It’s more difficult than getting the boy named Julius to know how to use weapons right away. But you don’t have to worry. With Master Olga by your side, there will always be time and opportunity for you to think.”

　　At this time, Julius finally couldn’t hold it, and thrust his sword into the ground. His arms trembled fiercely, coupled with the look of gasping, without thinking about it, he knew that he must be biting his scalp and force himself, and then he became this look. If it weren’t for Olga to stop him, he would probably only stop if he sprained his arm.

　　 “Your background is too bad,” Olga said, “and there is no strength.”

　　 “I can do farm work too…” Julius gasped and said~IndoMTL.com~ Olga shook his head, “This little strength is only enough to make you survive as a farmer and want to survive as a soldier. , Is far from enough. Take your time, what you need more now may be nutrition, rather than theory and practice.”

　　”Let him learn how to hold a sword first.” Lulunaka smiled, “In terms of nutrition, he doesn’t need to worry in the future. I only worry about raising a barbarian with only strength. In that case, I can’t think of any use other than being cooked in the pot.” Lulu Naka seems to be a little concerned about being treated as a witch by Julius, so she didn’t forget to tease him Fan him.

　　 Julius understands that this is a cannibalism, and Olga will come to guide him personally, and thanks to Lulunaka’s words, he did not dare to quarrel with Lulunaka. But whether he still treats Lulunaka as a witch or not, then only he knows.

　　While breathing, Julius asked Olga a question, “Can I be someone like you?”

　　 Olga understands what Julius said, he wants to be a warrior like Olga and Padin. But this question stumped Olga, and Olga didn’t know how to answer for a while.

　　 It was Lulunaka who answered Julius at this time, “No, you can’t.” She said bluntly, without any hesitation, “Now there is a set of standards for assessing strength among warriors, there are four levels. The civilians are wood, the soldiers and mercenaries are bronze, the big guy is black iron, and Mr. Olga and Mr. Edgar are silver.” The big guy Lulunaka said, except for the mercenary leader who was already dead. Reese, there is no one else. “Simple and easy to understand hierarchical division. As for you… it’s not as good as wood now, it’s just rotten wood.”