Chapter 6 Cynthia City No. 1 Senior High School
At five o'clock the next morning, Shalan had already put on her clothes and came to the training ground behind the manor. Hast was already waiting at the training ground. Seeing Shalan's arrival, Hast's face showed no emotion, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Master Shalan, since the Earl has given his permission, I will teach you swordsmanship from today. However, practicing swordsmanship is not as simple as you imagine. Master Shalan, you must have a good physique, otherwise practicing swordsmanship will only bring harm. I hope Master Shalan can understand."
"I am now just a disciple learning swordsmanship from you, Uncle Haster. I am not the young master of the Werman family. Please treat me like anyone else, Uncle Haster."
Hearing this, Hast was silent for a while, as if he had figured something out, and slowly said: "Master Shalan, you should have discovered that I don't think you can hold on, but since I promised the Earl, I will definitely teach you swordsmanship with all my strength, without any falsehood.
So if you can't hold on, or if you slack off even a little bit, I will immediately report it to the Earl, so that I don't have to teach you swordsmanship. But if by any chance you can hold on to the end, then I will definitely teach you everything, without hiding anything."
Shalan looked at Hast, a smile gradually appeared on his face. In his previous life, he was a guy who was extremely crazy about learning, otherwise he would not have become a lone tomb robber with a little fame in the world at such a young age.
Therefore, when he heard what Hast said without any concealment, he immediately felt a desire to conquer the other party. He wanted to learn everything from Hast, surpass him, and completely conquer him with swordsmanship!
"Since Master Shalan said so, I won't be polite. These are the things you need to wear every morning when you practice for the next month. Master Shalan, please try them on now."
As he spoke, Hast took off a vest, a pair of leggings and a pair of arm guards from the wooden man behind him. When Hast put all these things in Shalan's hands, Shalan was greatly surprised by their weight. In Shalan's opinion, these things that did not look heavy actually weighed at least 50 kilograms. Considering Shalan's current physical fitness, this level of weight could be said to be quite a challenge.
" If you give up now, Master Shalan, it's not too late."
Shalan raised her eyebrows, looked at Hast, chuckled, and said softly, "Give up? There is no such word as give up in my dictionary."
Without further ado, Shalan immediately took off her coat and put on the weight-bearing equipment.
Feeling the weight on her body, Shalan took a deep breath and said to Hast: "Uncle Hast, what should we do next?"
"First, follow me to do a set of warm-up exercises, then run ten laps around the training ground. After you finish these, we can talk about other things."
"Okay, let's get started now!"
After he finished speaking, Shallan said no more nonsense. He just followed Haast to do a set of difficult warm-up exercises, then gritted his teeth and ran around the training ground.
When Shalan finished running ten laps, he could hardly stand. At this time, all the guards of the Werman Manor had come to the training ground to start their daily training. Shalan looked at the watch on his clothes and knew that he had run those ten laps for almost three hours. With his current physical condition, he could no longer undertake more training. He needed to go back to rest and change his clothes to go to school.
After taking off the weight-bearing clothes that were completely soaked with sweat, Shalan said something to Hast, and returned to the house with the help of two male servants who were already waiting on the side.
Looking at the dark brown bath water in the private bathroom in her room, Shalan looked at Sally standing beside her and asked, "Sally, what are these?"
"This is what Lord Hast ordered. Young Master, you need to soak in a medicinal bath for half an hour every day after training. These medicinal baths can quickly restore your body's fatigue and consumption. Otherwise, daily training will wear your body down."
Nodding slowly, Shalan said nothing more and just told the two servants to help her step into the slightly hot bathtub.
Taking a deep breath, Shalan lay completely in the bathtub, feeling the slightly hot medicinal bath, she exhaled with a grin, then lay on the edge of the bathtub and closed her eyes.
While Shalan was soaking in the medicinal bath, Sally added hot water several times. Half an hour later, Shalan walked out of the medicinal bath which had been kept at a slightly hot temperature. Such boldness made Sally's cheeks flush, and she felt quite flustered.
After taking a shower, Shalan left the bathroom with a smell of medicine on her body, changed her clothes and took a nap for half an hour to recover her energy. Then she put on her clothes and got into the car parked in front of the mansion, looking a little weak, and drove towards Cynthia City No. 1 Senior High School.
Due to fatigue, Shalan took a short nap in the car. When he woke up, he felt that although he was still a little tired, he was much more energetic and there was no negative condition such as soreness in his body. Obviously, the medicine that Shalan soaked in was not an ordinary thing.
"If you have time, you can go and ask what the liquid used to make the medicinal bath is. Such miraculous effects should not be ordinary things."
Holding the schoolbag, Shalan said thank you to the driver. In the driver's surprised expression, Shalan got out of the car and walked into the Cynthia No. 1 Senior High School, which was larger than the Werman Manor.
As one of the most powerful nobles in Cynthia City, the Werman family can be said to have great power. At least this can be seen from the class that Shallan is in. At least if it were based on real talent and knowledge, the original Shallan would never have been able to enter the best class in Cynthia City's No. 1 Senior High School. He, like seven or eight other young boys and girls, entered this best class because of the power of his family.
Sitting in the last row of seats, before Shalan sat down, the boy sitting at the single desk next to him chuckled, looked Shalan up and down carefully, and then said: "Shalan, you look good. I said that it was nonsense that you were sick and took leave for more than a month. Tell me quickly, where have you been playing in the past month? You look so tired. Whose girl did you fool around with last night?"
