A cruel and dark environment can indeed have a certain negative impact on a person's temperament.
It was less than a day after arriving in the 15th century, and Liu Huaqiang became more violent.
He held a sharp dagger in his hand and waved it without emotion.
The innocent and juicy roasted lamb leg was cruelly tortured to death by Tsepesh, and died in less than five minutes.
The onions and garlic that served with the lamb leg were also caught by him, without missing a single fish.
After a delicious meal, the convoy continued on the road, and stopped again after not long.
They arrived at the manor of a viscount, which was also where they were stationed tonight.
This viscount, named Muya, also belonged to the faction that leaned towards the Ottomans, so he was quite considerate in his etiquette to Braye.
Of course, he was respectful to Tsepesh, but because Braye was present, he had to grasp the scale in both doing things and speaking.
Tonight, Tepesh, who had won Braye's trust, no longer had to sleep in the servant's room.
In the grand brick-and-wood house, a bedroom second only to the master bedroom was assigned to him.
It was a world of difference from the treatment he received the night before.
Led by Viscount Muya's old butler, Tepesh walked into his room and looked around.
In the room, there was a large wooden bed, with a long printed cone cloth hanging from the ceiling, wrapping the wooden bed in the middle.
Not far from the bed, facing the window, there was a small round table and a chair. On the small round table was a Bible and a brass candlestick.
On the candlestick, there was a white candle with traces of burning, and the wax water that flowed down was stuck on the candlestick.
It can be seen that this room was usually occupied, and the original owner gave up the room because of the arrival of Tepesh and his party.
On the wall wrapped in fine linen, there was an oil painting of a noble girl.
Unfortunately, the portraits of people in this era all have a dead face, otherwise the girl must be very lively and cute.
Finally, in the corner of the room, there is a dressing table, on which is a half-length dressing mirror inlaid in a copper frame.
From the oil painting and the dressing table, it can be seen that this is the room of a noble lady.
However, whose room this is is not the point, the point is that Liu Huaqiang finally knows what he looks like now.
The smooth mirror reflects his current appearance.
A thick head of black hair over the ears, with some small natural curls at the end of the hair.
A pair of pure brown eyes gives people a melancholy feeling.
The slightly thin cheeks, set off by the high nose bridge, seem to be a little malnourished.
The two mustaches above the lips, Tsepesh doesn't know how to describe it, he can only say that it reveals a kind of maturity that is inconsistent with his age.
Liu Huaqiang was quite satisfied with this appearance. After all, he didn't make a living by his face.
After getting familiar with the environment, Tsepesh picked up the dagger and went to the open space behind the manor to continue practicing.
It's called a dagger, but it's actually relative to a two-handed long sword. The length of the dagger in Tsepesh's hand is more than 90 centimeters.
Before practicing sword, Tsepesh went around the stable to see if there were any symbols left by Daval.
Unfortunately, except for dung, straw, a dozen horses, and an old groom with mud on his face, Tsepesh didn't gain anything.
Thinking about it carefully, it's really impossible to see the marks left by Daval here. The time interval is too short.
No longer entangled with these, Tsepesh found a place with fresh air to practice sword.
Some things feel good, and you can't stop even if you want to. Unknowingly, the sunset is about to disappear on the horizon.
And at this moment, Litam, the chief guard of Braye, came over with his hands behind his back.
"Your swordsmanship is not good enough, Braye asked me to teach you.
A real warrior should either practice two-handed short sword or sword and shield. Which one do you want to practice?
In addition to these, I can also find you a two-handed long sword, but I have to state in advance that I am not very good at two-handed long swords."
Litam spoke very coldly, and people could not hear any emotional fluctuations, as if he was a cold humanoid machine.
Tepesh had long seen that this was a ruthless man, and it was definitely a rare opportunity to get his guidance.
He thought for a while and got the answer, "I want to practice sword and shield cooperation, so that I can attack and defend better."
"Okay, you wait."
He agreed expressionlessly, left expressionlessly, and finally came back expressionlessly.
When he came back, Litam had an extra round shield in his hand.
This is a typical Ottoman-style round shield, which is obviously different from the Roman-style shield or the Nordic-style shield.
"Give me your sword." The emotionless voice sounded again.
The dagger came to Litam's hand. He held the shield in his left hand and the sword in his right hand and demonstrated it to Tepesh.
"Remember my movements. I will only teach you once, and it will be considered as fulfilling Braye's order."
As soon as the voice fell, the sword and shield in Litam's hand began to dance. In order to let Tepesh see the movements clearly, he deliberately slowed down the speed.
Tepesh stared at Litam, the sword and shield in Litam's hand, and his chest.
The sword and shield played out the skills of moves. The slight rise and fall of the chest controlled the breathing frequency and the force skills when making a move.
The moves are just appearances. The breathing and force skills formed through years of actual combat are the key.
In less than two minutes, Litam finished the fight and threw the sword and shield in his hand back to Tepesh.
After that, Litam turned around and walked back to the main building of the manor with his hands behind his back.
If he knew that Tepesh had deliberately learned his breathing rate, this guy would definitely not be as leisurely as he is now.
As a good student with strong learning ability, Tepesh has firmly imprinted all the details just now in his mind.
It is only a matter of time to fully understand Litam's fighting skills and force techniques.
This can also be regarded as stealing skills in a sense.
Learning all the skills of an excellent warrior will definitely allow Tepesh to greatly improve his survival ability when encountering danger.
According to Litam's drill, Tepesh practiced for more than ten minutes, and the viscount's old butler came over.
"Your Excellency the Duke, the special envoy and my employer, let me invite you to dinner."
The old butler bowed politely and elegantly, and then made a gesture of invitation to Tepesh.
After half a day of running around and exercising, the lamb leg eaten at noon has been almost digested.
Tepesh put away his short sword and round shield, smiled at the old butler, and walked back to the main building. The old butler followed him politely.
"My Lord Duke, the Viscount has prepared new clothes for you. Please go back to the room and change."
As soon as he stepped into the door, the old butler's voice sounded again.
Touching the sweat stains on his body, Tepesh did not refute and hurried back to the room.
Pushing open the door, he saw a set of gorgeous aristocratic clothes held in the hands of two Greek maids.
When he was a hostage in the Ottoman Empire, Tepesh was only 13 years old. Now he is 16 years old. The aristocratic clothes of that time are no longer suitable.
For several years, Tepesh had no mood or money to make gorgeous aristocratic clothes, and he dressed more casually.
So the clothes in his suitcase were either made of cheap materials or simply Turkish-style clothes.
Seeing that Tepesh was about to inherit the title, he couldn't let him wear tattered clothes to accept the coronation.
Therefore, Braye had arranged everything long ago. Before arriving in Wallachia, he wrote a letter to Viscount Muya, asking Viscount Muya to find a tailor to customize gorgeous noble clothes according to Tsepesh's body shape.
Unfortunately, the real Tsepesh can't wear these new clothes, but Liu Huaqiang doesn't mind showing off for him.
In order to better integrate into this era, Liu Huaqiang decided to forget the name Liu Huaqiang from now on.
He is Tsepesh.