I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

After finally finishing the running lap training, before Alvin had time to sit down and catch his breath, he was beaten with a cane by the short girl.

"What? Did I let you rest?

The headmaster asked for the training amount to be doubled!

Next is weapon training. Let me make it clear that you are not allowed to cast spells!"

After saying that, two scimitars were thrown on the snow in front of Alvin.

This pair of scimitars, nearly three feet in length, were weapons Xiling had specially chosen for Ivan after learning about his skill of ambidextrous.

As one of the few sharp blades that druids can use, the scimitar is a weapon type that can maximize their melee capabilities.

Most druids who are good at close combat will choose scimitars.

For example, Lian, a part-time warrior druid, is very good at using scimitars.

The short Lian has now put on her new shield - the large kite-shaped shield, turned her magic cane into a scimitar shape, and assumed an offensive posture.

Little girl, don't underestimate the enemy...

As Alvin picked up the scimitar, he thought to himself.

I remember very clearly the scene where I used a beautiful combo to defeat the Fallen Elf professional before I became unconscious.

After thinking about it, he went forward with his scimitar in hand.

Afterwards, he was knocked back by a shield attack from a violent loli.

Ivan had such a beautiful thought.

Due to his extraordinary subconscious calculation ability, he did learn Kong Er's ambidextrous skills.

But battles can never be won by relying on these basic abilities alone.

After all, ambidextrous is just a skill that allows you to use both hands to eat with chopsticks, but weapon skills are another matter.

Your power technique and your swinging action, these are essential.

Although Ivan can also trigger extremely fast close combat in certain special states, it is not the right time now...

After being beaten like a sandbag by the short half-elf for half an hour, Ivan, with a bruised face and nose, was finally on the verge of losing consciousness.

So subconsciously, Ivan used shield fighting techniques with the scimitar in his left hand.

He held the scimitar in reverse, put his arm against the back of the blade, exerted force with his shoulder and elbow, and hit Lian with a "shield strike".

The little guy, who was still enjoying the pleasure of bullying the weak, quickly used his shield to block, but was knocked to the ground and his head was buried in the snow.

Ivan didn't learn the scimitar technique, but his subconscious mind secretly learned the [Shield Slam]...

……

Let’s not talk about how the angry Lian took revenge on Ivan. Let’s first take a look at an old guy who looked around the base with his students every day.

The old skeleton Rillifane was standing next to the pool with chewing potatoes planted above and black-scaled fish placed below. He took the whole chewing potato that Senna handed to him.

This plant, which had an extremely short maturity period, finally grew to a height that Rillifane could not understand.

That’s right, it’s high.

An ordinary chewing potato is usually half a person tall, and the thickness is about the same as a thumb, of course, an orc's thumb.

But if Senna hadn't adjusted the fixing ropes for them every day, these wooden stakes that were taller than Bol would probably have all fallen upside down into the pond and filled up the pool.

Rillifane rubbed the stick with his skeleton palms, then peeled off the skin, tore off a small piece and handed it to Frey Starsong beside him.

"Teacher, although I have skin now, I am still a ghost like you..."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, that Mo...Luna, come and try what it tastes like!"

Luna, who was following beside her, took the small piece of white chewing potato and slowly put it into her mouth.

Morgan, an enthusiastic audience member who was keeping the connection in his mind, curiously asked Luna about the taste in her consciousness.

"Hmm...sweeter than the chewing potatoes we grew in the wasteland.

When Miss Senna didn't come to help, the chewing potatoes we grew were not this big, and they tasted a bit bitter;

Later, the ones grown without soil were as big and not bitter, but not as sweet.

This is the best chewy potato I have ever tried! ”

"Where did that human boy know these methods..."

The old skeleton clicked his chin with his white knuckles, making a slight friction sound.

"Senna, little one, good girl, take us to see the corn again.

I remember Alvin said the corn would be ripe in a few days."

"At your service, Your Highness Ruili."

These days are the happiest days for Senna, as all her agricultural skills can be used.

It was these ecological fields that Alvin didn't spend much time on. It was Senna who took care of them bit by bit.

For example, the ropes that fixed the chewing potatoes, the load-bearing poles that supported the wheat to prevent it from falling to the ground, and the corn cob that was more than ten times bigger than what I remembered...

It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to take care of these unknown plants; but Alvin just turned the soil, changed the seeds, and left it alone.

Thinking of this, Senna was furious, but when she saw the lush and green ecological fields, she felt extremely content.

This is all thanks to me, huh!

……

On the snow outside the station wall, Ivan and Lian both fell on their backs, gasping for breath.

Although the temperature in late winter was more than ten degrees below zero and the snow had long been trampled hard, the two of them didn't care. They just lay there, breathing out white air from their mouths.

Under Lian's overwhelming attacks, Ivan finally entered a semi-conscious state, with his two scimitars flying up and down, with the coordinated attack and defense of Lian's scimitar martial arts, the wide opening and closing of the hollow ear dual-wielding wooden sticks, and the swiftness and sophistication of the elf warrior Tyrian.

Under the influence of what he had seen and heard before, his powerful subconscious mind had already learned these melee combat skills, and after fighting with Lian for so long, his subconscious mind finally integrated these skills into a complete mastery, turning them into skills that Ivan could truly use.

Feeling that the scimitar in his hand was becoming more and more handy and his offensive and defensive moves were becoming more and more proficient, Alvin fell to the ground exhausted and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha! I really am a genius!"

"Shut up, pervert! If I hadn't run out of strength, I could beat ten of you!"

"Shorty, by the time I recover, you may not be able to beat me!"

"Who would believe that? Pervert, just wait for me. I will recover in ten minutes, no, five minutes at most!"

Of course, in the end, Alvin still couldn't beat Lian because he only had skills but no strength.

In front of Lian, who has received more than ten years of special training, this human who has been useless in two lives is just a weakling.