CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 22: FLASH FLOOD! GREAT BRITAIN

One night of swift wind and torrential rain.

Under the moonlight on the windowsill, Crow Queen Triss admired the wind and rain for half the night, with a misty red glow. Her stunningly beautiful face showed a hint of satisfaction and lazy expression after witnessing the majestic beauty of nature.

She got up and pushed the door open, and when she looked back again, the wind and rain outside the window had gradually calmed, but there was still an impending threat of a storm returning.

A night without words.

In the faint glow of dawn, Duncan turned over and got up, casually draping a soft sheepskin over the person beside him who lay like a puddle of mud.

He opened the window to scatter the smell of the night, the oily wax candle burned for half the night, the room was filled with a strong scent, like sheepish musk, a well-laid sheepskin bed giving off murmurs and whispers, as if displeased by the direct sunlight, it rolled over and curled up like a worm in the corner.

Duncan paid no mind, stretched his muscles feeling refreshed, the fatigue of many days swept away, and the gloomy moods left by cutting through half of Europe vanished completely.

Crackling.

Muscles popping.

Under the morning light, the muscular textures on his back were as clear as if carved with a knife, gorilla arms and wasp waist. As his hands took a mighty stance, countless lines gathered like eyes, veins coiled like dragons under the sunlight, more impactful than statues of ancient Greece.

At the door, came the sound of halting footsteps, Crow Queen Triss’s gaze froze, her graceful swan neck slightly swallowing, her cheeks blushing, and she said calmly, "Since you’re up."

"Let’s start the morning lessons."

"Today I’ll teach you to read and write Latin, as well as the knowledge of the Socratic school."

In the room.

The beauty curled up like a worm in the corner trembled all over at once, as if ostrich-like it shrank back again, even her delicate body shivered lightly.

Duncan nodded, put on his coat, and as he walked out the door, he said to the maid behind Crow Queen Triss, "Go boil some hot water."

"Then bring it in."

He motioned to Crow Queen Triss to wait for him, walked to the streamside in the mountains, and directly washed himself with bare arms. The mountain flood last night hadn’t caused much damage, only some mountain women repairing fences and drying sheepskins. From a distance, they saw the masculine aura filling the air, and couldn’t help but stop to gaze, the physique resembling ancient Greek statues caused mountain women to exclaim and cover their mouths in surprise.

The Holy Grail’s blood had already begun to take effect.

Possibly from killing all along the way, Duncan’s physical fitness had soared. Now he could ride a horse with one hand, over a hundred pounds weight like nothing, even no need to use hands to steer the reins.

With his current physical fitness, ordinary fiery horses might not allow him to exert all his combat skills, not unless it’s a famous steed like Chitu, which can make him unleash all his potential. His extraordinary killing moves are beyond ordinary power, if the Adrenaline Burst is triggered, then ordinary warhorses may not run faster than his own feet.

Crow Queen Triss was already waiting in the hall.

She did not want Duncan to be like a reckless Spartan warrior, so she planned to teach him literacy, philosophy, and art to cultivate his temperament, as a balance to the blood and fire of slaughter.

From a farmer human form, a blacksmith’s apprentice recognized some words but learned very little.

Despite Duncan’s past life experiences, he didn’t want to disappoint the Crow Queen’s goodwill, naturally studying diligently, his abilities gained mostly from combat skills, occasionally learning some Middle Ages philosophy can also cultivate temperance.

Midday.

Anya finally walked down the stairs, served by the maid, shy and hesitant. Her complexion was languid and lazy, but her spirits were excellent, radiant and charming, almost able to compete with Crow Queen Triss for beauty. Yet her gaze flickered unsteadily, with timid unease in her heart. When swept by Crow Queen Triss’s calm glance, her legs instinctively trembled.

Last night’s storm, Crow Queen Triss shattered the protagonist’s dreams with three lashes, but Anya would not easily give up!

"Eat."

Crow Queen Triss said expressionless, signaling Duncan that today’s ancient Greek philosophy ends here.

Anya felt as if pardoned, even proactively helping the maid bring the food.

Severus was not in good spirits today, occasionally casting glances at Duncan, a mutually awkward smile, as if his blood and qi were stuck, old abdominal pains faintly emerging, he could only sit aside waiting for the meal.

I am an injured person, focused on eating, serious eating, eating well.

This wasn’t much of a deal at the mountain settlement either, Kvito couldn’t often lead people out to plunder manor houses, so in the afternoon people started training in open areas, the fighting style somewhat like ancient Roman gladiators, not regular military combat methods.

This pertains to the Exile’s inheritance, early relying on gladiator training, plus usually small-scale guerrilla fighting, training methods resembling Ranger style.

Truly on the battlefield, a one-sword-cut might even be more effective, Roman war formations, shields are primary defense, heavy short swords are main offense, able to slaughter them till cry for father and mother.

The Spartacus uprising, so many excellent gladiators, easily slaughtering Roman soldiers in duels, but once the battle formation was set, still beaten to shambles.

The most typical is the prototype of Assassin’s Creed, Assassin, encountering the Mongolian cavalry, simply like a game being crushed, personal martial power completely unable to manifest.

Military combat skills are actually very sober and unpretentious.

Duncan was quite interested, glanced at Crow Queen Triss and asked, "Want to learn some combat techniques?"

Crow Queen Triss gladly agreed.

Though Duncan’s strongest combat power is empowered under God’s perspective, under normal conditions, the abilities he seized translated into bodily instincts, one move at a time, absolutely unachievable without a decade of hard work. What he taught Crow Queen Triss were just some basic combat techniques, simply breaking down the most basic chops, stabs, and sweeps to teach.