I'm an Aristocrat, but I've Started a Farming System - Chapter 136

c136 There is a legend called Saitama

The typical pain transfer method is to use one kind of pain to transfer another kind of pain to achieve relief.

Between heartache and physical pain, Jack chose the latter.

But this is not a long-term method. After he gets used to it, no matter how hard he slaps himself, it will be useless, and then he will turn to hurt himself. It can also be said to be the early stage of depression.

Lynn looked at him and understood Jack’s feelings very well. It was like he was a partner with the same status. Suddenly, the other person suddenly rose to the top of the clouds and suddenly stood on the clouds, looking down at him, a person standing on the ground.

And people on earth will be envious, jealous, and hateful.

Jack’s character does not have a hate mentality, but constantly reflects on why he can’t do it. In this way, his emotions will be completely controlled and he will fall.

Sometimes, being crazy about others is actually your own salvation.

Linn was thinking about countermeasures. He knew that Jack couldn’t be crazy about others, and he wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

“You know, you don’t actually have to condense life seeds to become a knight.” Linn said.

“Huh?” Jack looked confused and had no idea what this sentence meant.

“But condensing the seeds of life is the key to being a knight.”

Linn shook his head, “I once heard about something when I was in the castle. A child from a civilian family longed to become a knight since he was a child, so he has been helping the knights with any work when he was still underage. , he is willing to do it, as long as he can be around.

That knight was pretty good. He would guide him from time to time and even let him participate in training. When he became an adult, he directly accepted him and became his knight retinue. This child cherished this opportunity and trained every day. He works very hard, but he has no talent and has never been able to gather the seeds of life.

Slowly, those who trained with him became knights, even those who came later. Finally, the knight gave up on him, thinking that he could not keep doing an impossible thing, and advised him to go home.

He went home, and what do you think he did next? ”

Jack thought for a while and replied, “Find a job to make money to support your family.”

“Well, he became a miner because although he didn’t condense the seeds of life, after years of training, he became very strong, mined quickly and could make more money, but he didn’t give up training.

He was thinking, why can others become knights but not me? He worked during the day and continued training at night. His parents did not understand at first, but later they were moved by their son’s firm belief and began to support them. A considerable part of the money was spent on meat to replenish the energy he consumed.

In this way, year after year, after experiencing many springs and winters, he still has not gathered the seeds of life. ”

“Then he hasn’t given up yet?” Jack asked, a hint of despair in his tone.

When the adults told him this story, they probably wanted him to give up.

“No, he has integrated exercise into his life, exercising all the time. Until one cold winter, because they had no food at home, they became refugees. Dozens of people stayed in a simple and dilapidated camp. They met the servants soldiers.

These mercenaries wanted to catch them and sell them for money. At this dangerous moment, he stood up and punched the opponent, killing the enemy directly.

The knight among the mercenaries was very surprised when he saw this situation. He took action. If he caught the other person, he would definitely be able to sell it at a better price. However, what he didn’t expect was that the person just punched him and directly killed him. His knight guard was defeated, and before he could react, the second punch hit him on the head.

The knight also died, and the remaining people tried to escape, but he killed them all.

He looked at his hands and the corpses all around him and felt unbelievable, because he had not condensed the seeds of life and was not a knight, but he beat the knight to death.

Only then did he realize one thing. After years of training, his strength had actually surpassed that of the knights. Since then, he had defeated countless knights and killed many monsters with his fists, and became a boxer. king.

His name is Saitama Lee and he is a legend. ”

Jack murmured, and the light appeared in his eyes again, and he no longer had any doubts.

“However, I want to tell you that it is extremely difficult to achieve this level. Without strong willpower and determination, you cannot succeed.” Linn reminded.

Jack said firmly: “Sir, no matter whether I can become a being like him or not, I will work hard.”

“Okay!” Lin En reached out and patted him on the shoulder, “You can rest assured to train, and leave the food aspect to me.”

“Yeah!” Jack nodded again.

“Go and study.”

Jack turned around. His back was no different from before, but every step was filled with determination and firmness.

He didn’t know Saitama Li and had never heard of him, but that didn’t stop him from making this person his target.

The reason why Lynn fabricated this story was to let Jack target the other person to build up his confidence. As for what it will be like in the future, it is unclear.

No matter what, at least Jack no longer has self-doubt, which even affects his training.

“There’s nothing wrong with what you wrote, but try to finish it in one stroke instead of filling in some missing pieces after you’ve finished writing.”

Came the voice of Karis, who was correcting the mistakes of a studying militiaman.

There are more and more people studying, but there are not enough people responsible for teaching. It seems that we have to find ways to find more people with reading and writing skills.

I don’t know if Harvey can find him a knight and a spellcaster. Both of these professions have certain reading and writing skills and are completely usable.

“Ah sneeze!”

Oak Tavern.

Many people were drinking here, and the noise never stopped.

Harvey sneezed and rubbed his nose. After staying in Ember Town for a while, he came to the tavern again and found that the smell was a bit strong.

However, he quickly adapted like a fish into water, and passed through the cracks of many mercenaries before arriving at the table in the corner.

Here sat a bearded man with a tangled beard, a big red nose, and an empty cup.

“Give him another glass of rye!” Harvey took out a few copper coins, threw them casually, and landed on the bar.

A glass of wine was quickly brought over. The man drank the glass in one go and then placed it heavily on the table.

The man looked at him and laughed, “Harvey, where did you steal the money from?”

“Who said I stole the money?” Harvey took out a silver coin, flicked his thumb, and the silver coin flew up, then landed in his hand again.

“It’s not stolen money, how can you still make money?” The man laughed, but his eyes were fixed on the silver coins.

“You’re right, this money is really earned.” Harvey said casually, “Looking at you are still the same, I’m afraid you haven’t received a mercenary mission for a long time, even the most common mercenary mission. You can’t even get it, why did you break one of your legs?”

The man’s smile froze and his tone was unkind, “Why, you laughed at me the moment you came here?”

“Fast Legs Bob, you are very fast at completing tasks. You once completed five tasks in a day and were called Fast Legs. But since you offended the nobles and had one of your legs broken, you can no longer do it. , now people call you Broken Leg Bob.”

Bob stared at him, “If you come here to expose my shortcomings, I have already said that you should hurry up and get out, or I will not be able to help but tear your hands off.”

“You can do this as long as you are not afraid of retaliation.”

Bob’s eyes trembled. He thought of the other person’s brother and suppressed the anger in his heart, “What exactly do you want to do?”

“Whether you want to change or not, I’ll give you a chance to be valued again.”

“What’s the meaning?”

“You’ll know when you go.”

The silver coin fell, Harvey grabbed it, then stretched it out in front of Bob and opened his hand.

“I’ll give you the silver coins. If you want to make more money and change your current situation, then follow me.”

Bob looked at him and then at the silver coin.

A hand covered with black hair stretched out and took away the silver coin.

“I promised, boy, don’t lie to me, otherwise even your brother won’t be able to protect you.”

Harvey snorted, left here, and came to another corner of the tavern, where a middle-aged man full of vicissitudes of life sat.

“Bob has agreed.”

“Oh, he actually agreed. I’m a little curious. I will follow you, but if the place is not suitable, I will leave.”

“It’s up to you, just leave if you want, no one will stop you,” Harvey said.

Harvey thought to himself: Anyway, I have found people for you. As for whether you can keep them, it depends on your ability.

As he thought about it, his expression darkened again, and Bob mentioned his brother.

How long has passed, and he doesn’t know where the other party has gone. Ever since the Lone Wolf camp was eliminated, he has been waiting for Harlin to find him, but there has been no news.

Now that the lone wolf is dead, what else can Harlem do?

night.

Linn did not sleep, but wrote something on a white paper. He recorded what happened during the day.

The three experiments are all different, and the influencing factors have little to do with charcoal and nitrate. The key lies in the amount of energy.

But why did the flame rune burn for so long the first time? Where did the excess energy come from?

Although he knew why Old Billy made the runes take effect, he still hadn’t figured out the problem of the explosion until now.

Excess energy, explosion.

On the white paper, two words were written and drawn in a circle. In the middle was an arrow with a question mark drawn on it.

He wrote on the crystal again, and also added an arrow pointing to the explosion, feeling that there must be a relationship between the two.

After thinking about it, Linn wrote another rune. Since his energy was all about thinking about the problem, he used a little more force when writing. The white paper was punctured, and he completed the remaining strokes.

Looking at the runes, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Is it because of this?