Balliard stroked the blade of the kitchen knife made of a serrated dagger with his hand, and the sharp feeling suddenly appeared in Balliard's mind. It was indeed a serrated dagger... He wouldn't say that.

Besides, he's not one of those swordsmen who likes blades, so he can't see how effective these things are. The so-called sharp feeling he just gave himself with this kitchen knife.

There was no pain at first, so Valliard cut a little deeper. As a result, it was not because the serrated dagger was not sharp enough that he was not hurt, but because the serrated dagger was sharp enough. When he cut,

When I touched my palm, I didn't feel any pain yet.

Now Balliard spread out his palm and looked at the big gash on it, a little...

"Stupid, no matter how poor the production process is, the serrated dagger still has an armor-breaking effect. What's more, the serrated daggers created through the casting system are perfect, and the armor-piercing properties directly reach the limit of the serrated dagger.

"

For a moment, Pan Sen felt that giving himself a knife was a habit of the talented warrior in front of him. This was not an uncommon thing. Some weird swordsmen and swordsmen did not like to feed their swords with the blood of their enemies.

(Knife), I prefer to use my own blood.

However, when he saw the confused look on Balliard's face, he knew that this guy had no idea about the armor-piercing effect of the serrated dagger. If anyone wanted to hide this thing the most, it was Talon.

.

There may be no less than twenty serrated daggers hidden all over his body. Whether it is throwing or stabbing, the assassin has enough weapons to deal with his target.

Of course, Tyrone in Salva is not that shabby now. Whether it's the Ghost of Dreams, the Blade of the Shadow, or the Edge of Night, that guy has about ten of them, and he has transformed them into daggers.

style.

"Well...Boss Pansen, when can you cut the bread? I can't wait."

To cover up his embarrassment, Balliard then wanted to start today's training immediately, look at Panson's muscles, and then look at his own small body. If he stayed here for a long time, he might encounter some kind of accident.

Since you can't leave before cutting the bread, speed up the cutting of the bread so that you can leave as soon as possible, which can reduce the possibility of accidents.

"Oh? What a good prospect! Please hand over your teacher's recommendation letter. Your teacher should have given me some reference suggestions."

Pan Sen smiled sideways, his eyes almost glowing with gold. He was looking forward to training so much. Why couldn't he become a powerful warrior? Jax really gave him a good student.

"Letter of recommendation? Can I... not give this...?"

As soon as I heard Rui

Ryze may have given Pantheon advice, and Balliard's sense of crisis suddenly exploded. Maybe Ryze had prepared a set of reference suggestions for these demigods to take care of him, no matter what life skills they were.

"...What do you think?"

Pan Sen thought for a moment that he had heard wrong. How could a powerful warrior make such a low-level mistake?

"I don't know you as well as your teacher. If you want to get the most out of your training, it's best to get your teacher's advice. You should have been trained by your teacher, right?"

"...Practice...hey, that's it."

Balliard reluctantly handed Panson the letter of recommendation given by Reese. The letter was similar to the paper Balliard used to send letters to Dolan. Both of them could only be corrected.

of people who saw the content above.

It's just training... Ryze is clearly using various methods to trick him!

"...Little guy! Give Valliard a piece of bread! Just medium hardness will do. This guy still needs a little exercise!"

Exercise! Balliard seemed to have heard some bad words. Although Panson was now going to teach him how to cut bread, he called cutting bread exercise...

Can he say that what he just said was wrong? Can he say, "Today is just for reporting, we will start training tomorrow... no, next week"?

But any exercise is bound to be bad. The exercise that Ryze talks about is to train his practical ability. It is the kind of exercise that does not tell you anything and lets you match the melting formula by yourself. It uses explosions to train students. What a good teacher!

What if the guardian handed over like this takes a disciple in another world line? Is it really possible to turn all the mages into niggas? Wouldn’t the unpredictable image of the mages be ruined as soon as they appear?

half?

Oh no, Ryze’s explosion must have an effect on hair, right? Let all mages become bald, so that no one will laugh at his shiny bald head, because bald head is proof of strength.

A long time passed... In Balliard's opinion, this short period of less than a minute was really a very long time. It was so long that he said to Pan Sen in his mind, "I have something to do today, come back next week."

The thought occurred to me no less than a hundred times.

The little boy finally carried the bread... out. Looking at the size of the bread, it could cover the little boy's entire body. If it hadn't been carried on the head by the little boy, it would have been a scaled down Bloom. Well,

It may also need to be bleached into Rakkor colors.

Balliard looked at the bread carried by the little boy, with a look of relief on his face. He was able to carry such a big piece of bread and walk at such a young age. Not to mention his strength, his sense of balance was not bad.

"Hey! Lord Valliard, catch it!"

The little boy looked at Valliard's

Comforting, a trace of mischief danced on his face, and he threw the bread directly to Valliard.

Do you Rakkor people like to throw things? Pantheon throws spears, Diana throws moonlights, and Leona, who looks better, is throwing a little sun. Even such a small child is throwing such a big one.

Bread...

Is losing things a genetic disease of race? It must be!

Valliard stretched out his hands, preparing to use the bread like a basketball. Of course, he also needed to consider the issue of force to avoid blowing the bread...

The next moment... Balliard was knocked to the ground. This cold touch, this hard feeling, he would never admit that this thing was bread!

“Pfft haha—Boss Pan Sen, I still have homework to do, so I’ll leave first!”

The little boy ran out of the bakery. From this point of view, this kid's future achievements are probably not bad, because he is the man who defeated the Lord of Shadow Island.

As for Balliard, who had become a stepping stone to professional fame, he was conflicted about whether to catch that kid and beat him up? Yes, when the kid ran past him just now, he could just casually beat him up.

Grab him by his feet and let him chew the mud like a dog.

However, from what this kid said, it seemed like he had a good relationship with Pan Sen? He was called Guardian outside, but after Pan Sen came out, he called him by his first name.

At such a young age, he is quite good at using the power of a fox as a tiger or a dog to take advantage of others. I really don’t know who I learned it from.

"Is this really bread? Is it as hard as a dragon bone?"

Balliard lifted the bread and looked at Panson, his eyes full of hope - never say "yes"!

"Of course it's bread, and, as you say, it's bone bread."

Pan Sen picked up a kitchen knife, and then stabbed the bread in Balliard's hand. The sound of gold and iron was heard. Pan Sen did not move at all, but Balliard took a few steps back under the impact.

"Did you see that this is how you cut the bread?"

It turned out that Pan Sen saw that Valliard had picked up the bread and immediately started teaching. But was this really cutting bread?

Even the training in the military camp is nothing more than that, right?

"Cut...the bread...should you cut this keel bread? into strips or chunks?"

The corner of Balliard's mouth twitched. Even with a saw-tooth dagger, which had an armor-piercing effect, it was not easy to cut a small piece of dragon bone.

Not to mention such a big piece.
Chapter completed!