Looking at Snow's beautiful face that made people want to punch him appeared in his sight, Caspass inserted the club in his hand at the table in dissatisfaction, waved his hand with the people beside him, signaling that they could go out first.

Most of the people who played with Caspas also knew what business he was doing, and they had no intention of being dissatisfied. It was not until all the unrelated people left that Caspas walked forward, knocked Snow's chest, and then said:

"Oh god, how many shots did you fire today? The smell of gunpowder on your body is going to be marinated!"

"I just stayed at the shooting range for a whole morning and lost about three pounds (referring to the price of bullets). By the way, wasn't I a little too early?" Snow said, and took out his silver pocket watch and took a symbolic look.

"It doesn't matter if it's early or late." Caspass didn't plan to argue with him in this regard, and said with a wave of his hand:

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet your fighting teacher."

Following the limping Caspass, the two of them quickly crossed the Beckland Bridge and arrived at the Joewood District, which is the easiest area of ​​Beckland—either a typo or an easy-to-live area.

This place is not like the West District and Queens District that requires wealthy businessmen and wealthy people to live in, nor does it also require various security risks like the East District and Bridge District. It has relatively good security, relatively good consumption standards, and relatively good air environment.

"The teacher I found for you is a retired knight, but he was not very lucky. He just became a formal knight and ushered in the era of high-pressure righteous rifles. Because he had no outstanding results, he was not compensated like those old knights who had at least been active. However, his devil father left him a considerable fortune, even if he did nothing, it was enough for him to eat and wait for death in Beckland.

But his strength is indeed good. He has taught fighting skills to several people like you. By the way, his fighting class is charged by the project. According to his words, "You extraordinary people can learn all the content in one or two classes, and it is too much of a loss to charge by class time." However, none of the extraordinary people he taught came back to cause trouble, so you can rest assured."

Caspas limped and told Snow about the teacher's resume, while learning an accent of unknown origin.

Snow nodded, roughly understood the professionalism of the teacher. He taught several extraordinary people and could continue to take on work. This at least shows that what he taught is worth the money.

Although Caspass limped, his speed could not be said to be too slow. After about ten minutes, the two stopped in front of a single-family house with a garden. Although the location was only a "trash area" at the junction of Joewood and Bridge, the rent for such a house would start at 80 pounds a year.

Caspas walked to the door a few steps, grabbed the tongue of the bell hanging on the fence, and swung it hard for a few times, making a harsh "clang sound".

"Stop ringing! Damn it! I'll have to replace this bell sooner or later! Hell, didn't you say you would come after four o'clock?"

A slightly rude voice came from the yard, and followed by a middle-aged man who didn't look tall but was very energetic.

He looked in his early forties, and his hair and beard seemed to have not been taken care of for a while, and he looked messy. At this time, there were a few drops of sweat on his face. He was probably doing some physical work before.

His figure is well maintained. Although he does not have the knotty muscles that can stretch out the top, he does not have any beer belly. The muscle lines on his arms are very smooth and his words look full of energy.

"This is the new student you found for me? It seems... forget it, anyway, you extraordinary people are always full of fraud!" The man said, opening the wooden door that was actually useless and signaling Snow and Caspass to come in and talk.

The two followed him to the backyard and found that it had been transformed into a training ground, sand pit, horizontal bar, sandbag, dumbbell, and some equipment that could not be used at a glance.

But Caspas looked like he was not surprised and patted Snow on the shoulder and said:

"Modred, this is what I told you about Snow, Snow, he is Mordred, just call him his name."

"Modred? Ling Zun is called Arthur or Ling Tang is called Artoria?" Snow complained in his heart, but on the surface he just greeted him politely. Although the name is quite complaining, considering the fact that the cowardly teacher is called Gao Wen, maybe the retired knights of Ruen can really make up a round table Cowherd Group.

"Snow, right? I won't say nonsense. This is the price list. Let's see what you want to learn." Mordred did not notice Snow's brain circuit, waved his hand to drive Caspass away, then pulled out a menu-like hinge from the corner and threw it to Snow. When he opened it, he found that it was a clear price according to the project fee:

Basic fighting technique: 12 Sule

Basic Sword Technique: 8 Sule

Military fighting technique: 1 pound 5 sul

Military swordsmanship: 1 pound

Knight exercise method: 2 pounds

Knight's breathing method: 3 pounds

Equestrian: 2 pounds

...

"What is the Knight's breathing method?" Snow asked at the most expensive, but most unidentified thing. Mordred glanced at him and said with an expression that you knew you were going to ask:

"The old antiques from the last era are used to increase physical fitness with the knight exercise method. But the highest is me, which is not as good as the physical fitness you drink with a bottle of potion, and will regress when you stop. In the past, you could bully ordinary people. After having a high-pressure steam rifle, you will only practice playing things."

When Snow heard this, his eyes lit up and immediately asked, "Can I teach others after I learn it?"

"Boy, do you know?" Mordred's eyes suddenly flashed when he heard Snow's question, "Although it's not worth it now, this thing was used to be a heirloom for every knight family! Although it can't deal with the extraordinary, how many extraordinary people can there be on the battlefield?"

"so what?"

"Teach whatever you want!"

"Ha?" Snow didn't react for a while, and thought he had misheard the "need to increase the money". However, he seemed to notice Snow's surprise, Mordred spread his hands and said:

"I can't lock this method when you learn it. After you teach others, I can control it? For a few pounds, should I go to a lawyer to sign a contract with you? Besides, I don't lack money. Teaching apprentices is just an interest. As long as you don't make trouble everywhere under my name, I care how many people you teach."

Seeing that Mordred was so generous and without saying nonsense, Snow immediately pointed out the 10 pound note from his wallet:
Chapter completed!