Chapter 39 Level
Night, eight and eight o'clock.
Jilan has long discovered the strangeness of this world. Even though it is midsummer, the day is still short. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky will gradually darken and then enter night.
At this time, it can be said to be late at night.
In Brak City, perhaps the residents of the slums went to bed early because the day's busy work has made them exhausted, as if they had exhausted all their strength to live. But the wealthy areas are still brightly lit, and although the upper-class people lack alcohol and art, they still have nightlife in various clubs for entertainment.
House 3rd block, apartment 13.
On the fourth floor of the attic where the record meeting is secretly located, there are two men fighting and sparring, as if they are digesting the dinner they had two hours ago.
Bang! Crack!
Mr. Oystercatcher was wearing a shirt with bare arms and thick leather gloves. He was sweating profusely and attacking the blond young man in front of him.
One punch, two punches, the powerful and heavy fists could not touch the corners of the opponent's clothes at all. Occasionally, when he found an "opportunity", he would be slapped away by the opponent's light palm.
The punches never landed.
The two sides seemed not to be opponents of the same level at all.
While dealing with Mr. Oystercatcher’s attack, Gillan’s eyes casually scanned the surrounding environment.
This attic is quite spacious. The floor and walls have been painted, reinforced and soundproofed. It was transformed into a training place by Mr. Stork... There are several wooden and iron dummy targets placed at the foot of the wall on the east side. The surface is also covered with several layers of leather filled with cotton.
‘It seems that Mr. Stork is keen on fighting arts, so it’s no wonder that he is so strong. ’
Gillan sighed.
Through the group exploration in the movie "Black Lake", he has long seen that Mr. Stork is the most powerful among all the people in the society, both in marksmanship and staff skills.
Phew!
Mr. Oystercatcher struck with another straight punch, heading towards Gillan's face.
‘End it, his strength is too different from mine. ’
Gilan shook his head secretly.
He reached out with one hand, snapped it, and grasped Mr. Oystercatcher's wrist accurately and quickly. Then, with the other person's shocked expression, he lifted him off the ground and immediately threw him over his shoulder. He slammed it onto the ground behind him.
Boom! !
“Ah!” Mr. Oystercatcher fell on his butt and cried out in pain. "No fight, no fight!"
Gilan smiled politely and stretched out his hand.
Mr. Oystercatcher gasped, took his hand and was pulled up. Then he kept rubbing his buttocks and said in surprise:
"Mr. Snowy Owl, you are so strong. ...Although I knew that you had defeated Detective Granny, it was only when I started fighting with you that I realized that you are much stronger than a 'teacher' level fighter, and the pressure you put on me even matched that of Mr. Stork."< br>
"Mr. Stork is very strong?" Jilan asked curiously.
Mr. Oystercatcher walked to the one-legged table on one side, picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip, wiping his sweat with a towel and nodding towards him.
“Very strong.” Mr. Oystercatcher said firmly.
As he spoke, he pointed to the weapon rack next to the dummy, on which were placed slender wooden sticks with the diameter of coins. Each wooden stick was also engraved with a pattern of a stork spreading its wings.
"Mr. Stork is a 'Heraldry' level wand master, which is a symbol of honor at a higher level than 'teacher'! Looking at the entire forest area, there are only a handful of masters!" "'Teacher' ,'Heraldry'..."
As Gillan muttered these two words, he was already interested in the identity classification of these fighters, so he spoke to Mr. Oystercatcher When asked, the latter did not hesitate to express his opinions, and was willing to tell with his talkative temperament:
“These are all status symbols recognized by the Bremen Empire. You know... In the past Middle Ages, that is, Between the dawn of the fifth century and the seventeenth century, the world was shrouded in darkness and war. The nobles and knights of that time all walked in troubled times with swords. ”
"But now is a civilized era, and you are not allowed to roam the streets with swords. You will be arrested by the patrolling security guards and taken to the police station."
Mr. Oystercatcher laughed.
“So now upper-class men will wear a cane, that is, a ‘civilized stick’ instead of a ‘sword’ as a symbol of their status. Of course, it is also a self-defense weapon.”
“ Therefore, cane magic has become the most sought-after skill among the upper class in the empire. If a gentleman only wears a cane but does not know how to do it, he will be teased as a 'pigli' in the circle."
The "pigley" mentioned by Mr. Oystercatcher is equivalent to the "spotted fragrant pig". Its potential meaning is that of an empty person, which is close to the meaning of the earth's "monkey wearing a crown" or "eastern imitation".
"In addition to cane skills, skills such as unarmed combat, archery and equestrianism are also the favorite sports and skills of the nobles. After all, they are hundreds of thousands of years of tradition... Take a look at the recent Fonden Horse Racing in Brak City You will know how popular the "Daffodil Fighting Competition" is."
Mr. Oystercatcher was drinking black tea and talking.
Jilan listened and had a deeper understanding of this different world.
‘It’s no wonder that there are so many fighting clubs in wealthy areas, and Miss Sparrow has also practiced exquisite archery. ’
He thought to himself.
Immediately afterwards, Gillan heard Mr. Oystercatcher say:
"The Bremen Empire also has a standard set of status classifications for people who are proficient in these skills. Like me, I am the most basic 'apprentice' level. Fighter, of course, I am confident that I will pass the military assessment and obtain the 'instructor' certification within ten years."
He said with a confident smile on his face.
"After the 'teacher' level, there is the 'Heraldry' level like Mr. Stork. Fighters of this level are considered to be one of the strongest, even if they face the siege of more than ten strong men. , can easily defeat them and escape calmly... The empire allows these elites to design a heraldic pattern for themselves to show their unique identity."
"Of course, the highest honor is the 'Master' level. !" Mr. Oystercatcher looked yearning. "Even if we look at the entire Bremen Empire, it is difficult to find a few masters. I have only seen a few reports about masters in newspapers."
"It is said that they have practiced the art of fighting to an incomprehensible level. Even if they are in the capital 'Muse City', they can still get the respect and courtesy they deserve in the upper circles."
Ji Lan listened silently, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
‘Apprentice, teacher, heraldry and master... What level of strength do I have now? ’
He thought to himself.
When he fought against Detective Granny, the other party mistook him for a "teacher" level fighter. But now, Gillan is no longer what he used to be. He has entered the "White Cross Bodybuilding" The second "yellow bile" stage of "The Art of Surgery".
Even he himself couldn't estimate which level he was at now.
‘Would you like to discuss it with Mr. Stork sometime? ’
Gilan had an idea, but quickly dismissed it.
He has just joined the recording meeting. Mr. Stork and Miss Sparrow know his details. If his strength improves by leaps and bounds again in just a few days, it will inevitably make people suspicious and may lead to trouble.
'Don't worry, Mr. Stork has decided on the next "movie viewing day", which will be the day after tomorrow. It will still be the film of "Black Lake". If we act separately, I will have many opportunities to test my strength...'
(End of this chapter)