Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 13 Stormveil
"Hey?"

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the old knight, completely bewildered.

"With the passing of the Storm King, the Storm Knights have been completely wiped out by the Golden Family, leaving only me to uphold the creed, and I too will decay," the old knight said slowly. "Therefore, you need not pledge allegiance to anyone, nor do you have any responsibility. Simply take up the banner, follow the path of the Dragon's Feast, and you will gain the precious knowledge passed down through generations of the Storm Knights."

Are you willing?

Is there such a good thing?
Lu Mingfei immediately became suspicious.

A similar old man had tricked him before, promising a 36000 yuan scholarship every year, and then lured him to Kassel College, where he became the old man's student. That old man, Guderian, wasn't even a professor; his only student was Fingel von Frings, who hadn't graduated after eight years.
"Can I say no?"

he asked cautiously.

"of course can."

Surprisingly, the old knight was so understanding.

"Although the Knights are now defunct and I am the only one left to uphold them, as a knight, I must abide by the code of chivalry and follow the way of the knight. I will not force anyone to make a choice."

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "This old master is a good person."

“Then,” said the old knight, “I will follow the rules of the Knights and punish the person who trespasses on the Knights’ sacred ground—the Dragon’s Feast Church—with the utmost severity, beheading him as a warning to others.”

"Given that I am the only member of the Knights, I will serve as the executioner and the chief executioner. The execution will be carried out immediately."

As he spoke, the old knight slowly drew the two swords that were slung over his back.

bass!
"Grandpa, grandpa," Lu Mingfei hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, "I confess, I confess... no, I'll join, I'll join, okay?"

The old knight did not sheath his twin swords, but simply said, "Then kneel down."

In a moment of panic, Lu Mingfei knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Who told you to kneel on both knees!" the old man roared, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger. "One knee, one knee!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh"

Lu Mingfei quickly pulled one leg back and looked up at the old knight with longing eyes.

"Lower your head!"

The old knight said with a sense of disappointment.

The black-haired boy immediately lowered his head.

"So."

The old knight slowly raised his longsword, touching Lu Mingfei's shoulders one by one, his movements steady and precise:
"As a descendant of the Storm King, the former third-ranking knight of the Storm Knights, and now the chief knight, I legitimize this act and knight you."

In the name of the storm and the ancient dragon, I command you to uphold the path of justice, loyalty, and courage. Any objections?

“No,” Lu Mingfei said.

"Please rise," the old knight's voice was aged and distant, as if it had traveled through the long river of time, "from the East..."

"China," Lu Mingfei whispered a reminder.

"From China..."

"Lu Mingfei."

“Lu Mingfei from China.” The old knight nodded solemnly, his silver beard trembling slightly.

"From this moment on, you will be a formal knight and attend the Storm Knights."

I will teach you swordsmanship, combat skills, and prayer from the storm.

Dusk had fallen, and the light cast the shadows of the two people on the stone wall, one long and one short, one old and one young.

In this unfamiliar world, he finally found his first official place of belonging.
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Snapped!
The scabbard struck Lu Mingfei hard on the back.

"Stand up straight! How many times do I have to tell you! You can't even get your stance right, what kind of knight are you!"

Lu Mingfei subconsciously straightened his back, gripped the longsword in his hand tightly, and the soreness in his arm made him feel like he was dying.

"cut!"

At the old knight's command, Lu Mingfei immediately exerted all his strength, the tip of his sword drawing an arc from bottom to top, whistling through the air. "Wrong way of applying force! Focus! Focus! I'm not telling you to exert force like a bull!"

Snapped!
The old knight kicked Lu Mingfei in the butt.

"Looking at you, you're not even as good as one of Grek's knights!"

Lu Mingfei wanted to argue that he had a 60-70% chance of defeating the Knight Greik in the ruins before the checkpoint in a one-on-one fight, but considering that he had passed the checkpoint entirely by memorizing the plan and that the knight was already out of his mind, he obediently shut his mouth.

"never mind."

The old knight glared at Lu Mingfei, then raised his longsword—his other sword was in Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Just treat me as an enemy and attack me!"

"But."

Lu Mingfei was a little hesitant.

The old knight looked at him with disdain and said, "You don't actually think you can hurt me, do you?"

Lu Mingfei had nothing to say. He skillfully assumed a ready stance, swung his sword, and slashed at the old knight.

"Not good at forehand!"

The old man easily blocked Lu Mingfei's attack with a horizontal swing of his sword, and then kicked him in the stomach with a backhand.

"Ineffective defense!"

Lu Mingfei fell backward, kicked three meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood, in so much pain he could barely straighten up.

"how?"

The old man gave a cold laugh.

"Is that all? You still dream of defeating the Ominous Demon? There are countless Faded Ones stronger than you who have died by his sword!"

Lu Mingfei silently got up, took out the Red Drip Holy Grail from his pocket, drank the dew to heal his injuries, then pulled out the greatsword from the ground and pounced on it again.

"Too slow! Even after being knocked away by the enemy, they still take this long to regroup!"

The old knight raised his greatsword high and swung it down at the boy's head with the force of splitting a mountain, startling Lu Mingfei into blocking it with his own sword!

clang!
A tremendous shockwave struck, and Lu Mingfei felt a sharp pain in his wrist as his greatsword was knocked away.

"Outrageous!" Another scabbard strike. "You can even throw away your own weapon? Do you think you're a knight?"

"Failed, start over!"

"You think you can be a Storm Knight with this little level of awareness?!"

Lu Mingfei struggled to his feet, downed the Holy Grail in one gulp, picked up his greatsword, and charged at the silver knight with a roar, only to be swiftly and decisively defeated once again.

After a long time, as darkness fell, Lu Mingfei had no energy left; both his physical and mental exhaustion had reached its peak.

Several days have passed since the old knight began training him.

The lesson began with basic swordsmanship instruction. The old man first handed the greatsword behind him to Lu Mingfei, instructing him on how to use it.

Heaven have mercy! The heaviest weapon Lu Mingfei had ever used was the King's Army straight sword; he had never seen a greatsword of this shape before. He had to hold it with both hands to wield it.

Moreover, the description of this greatsword is also very strange.

"The Greatsword of the Knight of Lost Homeland, a high-quality greatsword with an ancient design."

Weapons given to knights who lost their homeland for some reason or crime.

It is said that most of these knights were sent to the borderlands, where they settled down, carrying with them a sense of despondency.

What do you mean?
Based on the old knight's previous words, Lu Mingfei vaguely guessed that these so-called "knights who lost their homeland" should be the Storm Knights, right? They lost their homeland and were exiled to the border due to some kind of change, so it was reasonable for the old man to say that he was the only remaining knight.

However, when he was conferred his title, he referred to himself as "the descendant of the Storm King." What did that mean?
However, Lu Mingfei had no time to think about these issues.

(End of this chapter)