Angola understood, wanted to laugh but dared not, so she could only rub the tip of her nose with her fingers to block the slightly tilted corners of her mouth.


    But Dyson saw it. He stared and didn''t shout, but his voice still had a strong deterrent effect: "don''t do this little trick, I''ll still stare at you, don''t want to be lazy! From tomorrow, any relaxation will be whipped. My left hand is actually as good as my right hand!"


    "Well, let''s talk about tomorrow. Let the children eat first. Dyson, come with me and I''ll prescribe a medicine for you."


    The old man took Dyson to the tower. When he was far from the hall, he asked, "Dyson, why did you get hurt this time?"


    "When climbing the mountain, the rope was too old and broke. Oh... I patrolled along the route and found this thing on the cliff." Dyson looked back, took out a small cloth bag from his pants pocket, put it on the splint of his right arm, and carefully opened it with his left hand. Inside are four ginger fleshy plant tubers, each with three slender green branches growing from above and three small red berries. After bumping, squeezing and impact, these berries are still intact. The crystal clear red has a watery appearance and looks very attractive.


    "Giant fruit?" Kipling looked surprised. "This is a rare good thing."


    "Yes, I know. But let''s not give it to the temple this time." Dyson said to the old man, holding the cloth bag "I mean, the church has its own inventory. It doesn''t need these things as much as the young people. Make medicine, mix it in the soup and give it to the young people to drink. Don''t tell them so that they won''t leak their words and be found by the inspector. Renault and Capus need to attend the enhancement ceremony, and Angola and Reynolds need to improve their physique. With this, at least they can live more easily."


    The old man hesitated, pressed his chest, and then nodded. "If the inspector finds out, keep quiet, I''ll deal with it. My old face still has a lot of face. Moreover, you don''t want them to know, so as not to destroy your cruel and ruthless image, do you?"


    "I just don''t want them to be like me." Dyson put the cloth bag into the old man''s hand. "They hate me better than being turned over by the dangerous world outside."


    "Run. Running means that both legs will leave the ground at the same time! There is always one foot on the ground, which is called walking!"


    Dyson still couldn''t help it. His voice echoed over the castle as if he hadn''t been hurt. His ribs didn''t seem to be affected, at least he couldn''t hear it at all.


    Renault took one step after another, and he jumped. There was no way. When he couldn''t run, he had to jump to get his feet off the ground. But when he was extremely tired, his brain issued a "jump" command, and his feet would only "stagger".


    After running on the city wall for two months, I had basically adapted to the long-distance running. When I thought the day was right in front of me, it was called "weight-bearing training" Here comes the monster again. Sandbags? They don''t exist. Renault is fully armed, that is, with rivet inlaid leather armor, spears, two crossbows, 30 crossbows and arrows, daggers and double headed hammers, helmet pots, ponchos, and all kinds of adventure sundries weighing up to 20 kilograms, which are packed in two backpacks on the front chest and back.


    Kapps said that when you really go out to perform a task, the backpack is straddled on both sides of the saddle. However, this can''t be said in front of Dyson. Once you mention "there are horses when you go out", you will add a horse to your weight training the next day - the one that needs to be carried on your shoulders.


    Renault thought about the picture. Although he thought it should be deceptive, he had no chance to try.


    What happens if he runs too much and is too tired? Renault will tell you: it''s like going to hell. This is not an exaggeration. Every step he takes, he doesn''t feel he''s moving forward, but falling and falling. The ground gives support to the soles of his feet because of numbness, and only the eternal gravity is real. Falling is like the soul going to hell.


    The only thing that supports Renault not to stop is magic. After two months of training, the pain of whipping has no sense of supervision, Dyson''s roar has become the same as hypnosis, and even the broth in dinner has lost its attraction. Renault recites the spells with his feet while running, classifying, sorting and summarizing them in his brain again and again, so as to paralyze him It turns out that as long as you don''t think about "stop", your legs may not have a brain to stop.


    "Come on, add some food today and have some soup!" the old man Kipling staggered over with a steaming pottery jar hanging on his crutch. "Reynolds, bring me four bowls. Run, run, you greedy little fat!"


    Reynolds agreed with a brilliant smile. His mind and nose were over the broth. However, he did not forget to give the blunt sword for practice to Angola for safekeeping, nor did he forget to take off the bamboo mat armor and put it on the shelf. Little fat swished out and looked faster than a rabbit.


    "Oh, I''m so tired, but there''s a good saying. I don''t want anything else with meat stew. Oh, thank you, cappus." old Kipling sat down in the chair brought by cappus and handed him both the crutch and the soup pot. "You boys have worked hard in training, and it''s only a month before winter. A month later, the three eagles go down the mountain for the winter. Kapos, you should take good care of them."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll take care of them."


    "Don''t forget to train. You can''t stop." Dyson snorted and sat down with his chest. "This year, in addition to not letting Reynolds eat fat, you have to use a razor."


    "He doesn''t have a beard yet," said Capus, puzzled.


    "If he doesn''t grow, he needs to shave. That will grow. It''s a danger for him to grow like that. If he can have a beard, it should be better. Yes, the beard is armor. Just remember!"


    Capus had a distorted expression on his face, but Angola did not agree or oppose it. If someone hands over a razor, he will use it without rejection. If no one handed it to him, he would not miss it and have no attachment.


    "What meat is in the jar? It tastes delicious!" after Renault came to Bingfeng fortress, he didn''t eat pigs, cattle, sheep and chickens, but horses, Griffins, wolves, foxes, rabbits and squirrels. Facts have proved that as long as there is the "no waste, no extravagance" eating spirit of the big eating Empire, there is nothing that the body can''t bear.