Chapter 3 Hasid
"This kind of memory and comprehension ability is really too terrifying. This is no longer the level of an ordinary person, but a complete supernatural power. It seems that the impact of time travel on me is not just as simple as changing my body."
Shalan excitedly walked to the bookshelf in the room, took out five books, and began to flip through them one by one. He flipped through the books faster and faster, and finally reached the level of reading ten lines at a glance or even faster.
“Not only does his memory and comprehension skills appear to be superhuman, his speed of receiving information is also superhuman.”
In just over ten minutes, Shalan put down the last book. He closed his eyes and recalled the contents of the five books he had just read. He memorized them all word for word, and had already understood most of the content. He only needed to think about it more to fully understand the contents of the books.
"Compared to memory and information reception, comprehension and analysis abilities are slightly inferior, but not by much."
Standing up, Shalan stretched, and prepared to get a few more books to read, but before he reached the bookshelf, Shalan's head felt dizzy and he almost fell to the ground. If he hadn't reached out to hold the desk in time, he might have had an intimate contact with the carpet.
Shaking his head, Shalan slowly stood up. At this moment, his head suddenly began to hurt violently. At the same time, a hot stream flowed out of his nostrils. Drops of blood dripped from his chin and fell on the desk, leaving blood flowers.
"Is this... overusing my brain? This strange ability really has its limits."
Sitting down with the help of the desk, Shalan took out a towel and covered her nose with it. After a long time, the nosebleed slowly stopped.
Taking a deep breath, Shalan leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes and took a rest, then casually placed the towel stained with a lot of nosebleed on the desk.
After an unknown amount of time, two maids came in from outside. When they saw the towel on the table stained with a lot of blood, and the bloodstains on the desk caused by the nosebleed, they immediately let out two short screams. One of them quickly ran to Shalan to check on him, and the other rushed out to find someone to help.
What followed was chaos again. Shalan watched the maids carefully helping her lie on the bed, the family doctor examining her from head to toe, her father quickly arriving, and Vanessa and Shaman, mother and son. Shalan had no choice but to lie obediently on the bed for people to see, and she made up her mind not to use her supernatural powers until her body fully recovered, and even if she used them in the future, she would do so in moderation.
After the examination, the only result was that Shalan was overworked and overexerted her brain. Finally, the family doctor prescribed some medicines and supplements, and asked everyone to leave Shalan's room to give Shalan a quiet space to rest.
When everyone left Shalan's room, Vanessa subconsciously glanced at the velvet snowflakes on the bedside table, and a barely visible smile appeared on her face. In her opinion, her arrangement was definitely successful, which caused Shalan's injury to relapse. She felt that as long as she continued like this, Shalan would really die in bed inexplicably.
Shalan changed into sportswear, left home at daybreak, and began her first morning run around the manor. After a week of quiet rest, Shalan planned to go for a run every morning, but was stopped by her father, Luo Er. She rested for another three days before finally getting Luo Er's permission.
It is also worth mentioning that during the previous recuperation process, Shalan deliberately broke the pot of velvet snowflakes, secretly disposed of the pot and replaced it with a brand new one. In order to prevent her stepmother Vanessa from being sad and overthinking, she asked the servants who saw the replacement of the velvet snowflakes to keep the secret. Even if Vanessa found out something was wrong, Shalan had reason to deal with them so that they would not suspect herself. Now was not the time to turn against them.
“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…”
Gasping for breath, Shalan felt a tightness in his chest and a sense of shortness of breath. He knew that this was caused by his body not having exercised for too long. He just needed to hold on for a while to get through this breathlessness.
Circle after circle, when , running was no longer as difficult as before. He slowly slowed down and changed from running to walking. He gradually walked to the training ground behind the manor, which was the training place for the manor guards and family knights.
Although technology is very advanced now and society has progressed to an ideal state, many ancient rules have not disappeared with history and have been well inherited by modern people. For example, the noble family knights are one of them. Of course, only the great nobles in the upper half of the aristocracy can retain family knights, while those small nobles and some middle-level nobles no longer have this power and financial resources.
It was only then that the sky really brightened. As the sun rises very early in the summer, most of the servants and guards had not yet woken up from their sleep. When Shalan walked to the edge of the training ground, he saw a middle-aged man with his upper body naked. His muscles were bulging, and even the pants on his legs were stretched tightly, giving him an amazing sense of power.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The middle-aged man was holding a large, iron-clad wooden cross sword in his hand, chopping at the wooden man in front of him again and again. As he chopped, the iron-clad wooden sword swung faster and faster. In Shalan's opinion, the speed at which the middle-aged man swung the sword almost turned the wooden sword in his hand into a ball of iron-gray light and shadow, chopping at various parts of the wooden man's body like a storm.
The wooden man was chopped so intensively that wood chips flew everywhere. The two arms of the wooden man were cut off at the shoulders. Finally, with a loud shout and a heavy chop from the middle-aged man, the wooden man was split in half by the sword, and the iron-clad wooden sword sank into the wooden stake under the wooden man with a "clang", and it was impossible to tell that it was just an iron-clad wooden sword.
The middle-aged man exhaled a long breath. For some reason, Shalan always felt that when the middle-aged man exhaled, the bulging muscles on his body slowly shrank. Although the middle-aged man still looked strong, he was not as amazing as before.
Turning around, the middle-aged man looked at Shalan, with a hint of alienation in his eyes, but he still bowed to Shalan respectfully and said, "Your subordinate Hasid greets Master Shalan."
