Sword Instructor

After devising a grand plan to make a fortune, Avilan waved his hand and immediately issued orders. Food was the greatest guarantee of survival in troubled times. Since Despair Fortress did not lack food, they could grow some to sell as well.

After the two men bowed and withdrew, Avilan sat at the head of the room, quietly lost in thought.

"How am I supposed to teach martial arts and magic?" Avilan rubbed his head with some frustration.

He did not need to train painstakingly to learn martial arts. He only needed to find a skill book and click to use it, then slowly grow proficient enough to use it in battle. But for people of this world, martial arts required years of practice, while magic came from little by little through meditation.

With a soft sigh, Avilan knew his own capabilities well. He was good at playing games, but teaching martial arts was absolutely beyond him.

Just then, Miuo came running over, dropped to one knee, and loudly reported, "Lord Avilan, I have persuaded my uncle to come and join us!"

Avilan was delighted.

Miuo's uncle, Carter, was a Fourth-Rank Great Swordmaster. Of course, a Fourth-Rank Great Swordmaster was merely a minor figure to Avilan, hardly worth getting excited over. But Carter held another identity in the Munk Kingdom: he was a sword instructor.

A sword instructor, as the name suggested, was a scholar who taught swordsmanship.

The reason Miuo's Catfolk had so many swordsmen was entirely due to Uncle Carter teaching them swordsmanship.

After joining Despair Fortress, Miuo discovered that the magical essence here was extremely dense. The speed of martial arts training was ten to twenty percent faster than elsewhere. Furthermore, he had witnessed the power of several major bosses in Despair Fortress firsthand. Rather than suffer oppression in the Munk Kingdom, it was better to become a member of Despair Fortress and live well.

Avilan immediately rose to his feet, a smile spreading across his face. Brimming with excitement, he called to Miuo and strode toward the castle gates.

Mole Xiu, who had originally come to report on matters, greeted Avilan and followed closely behind, deeply puzzled. Someone had come to join them?

Who could possibly be worthy of the Supreme Sovereign personally going out to receive them?!

He remembered clearly that Lord Zhou Yu had repeatedly emphasized the Supreme Sovereign's might. But who could possibly be worthy of a personal audience with him?

Yet judging by Lord Avilan's expression now, he was clearly somewhat excited. Just what kind of expert was coming?!

Mole Xiu could not help but look forward to it.

The moment he stepped outside the gates, Avilan narrowed his eyes slightly. What a lecherous old man.

With shifty eyes and a half-hunched back, the old man kept ogling the passing maids.

The maids of Despair Fortress were all Level 1 creatures. They had no combat power whatsoever and were inferior even to ordinary women. Their main duties were housekeeping and serving the various lords residing in Despair Fortress.

Those maids had all been designed by that lecherous fellow Liu Lu. Each one was a stunning beauty, and with their voluptuous, revealing maid outfits, any normal man would find himself stopping to look. But this lecherous old man was even more disgusting. He looked like he was about to start drooling.

Miuo, standing beside him, was so embarrassed she practically wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"This is your uncle?" Avilan asked speechlessly.

"Y-yes." Miuo had the urge to shout that she did not know him, but in the end, she still nodded.

"Interesting!" Avilan chuckled. "It seems Mr. Carter likes the maids here very much."

"That's right, they're truly exquisite, simply..." Carter muttered with a lecherous grin. Mole Xiu, who stood nearby, could not bear to watch any longer and raised his fist, ready to teach the old man a lesson.

"How presumptuous. How dare you behave so disrespectfully before the Supreme Sovereign!"

A sharp gleam flashed through Carter's eyes as he watched the beauties. The cane planted on the ground slowly lifted, and with an exquisite angle, he jabbed Mole Xiu. He effortlessly sent Mole Xiu sprawling.

Avilan's eyes lit up. This was not martial arts, merely a simple attack using the principles of mechanics. It seemed this old fellow really did have some skill.

"How presumptuous! How dare you behave so disrespectfully before Lord Avilan? Kneel!" Arthur, standing not far away, flew into a rage at the old man's insolence. To the old guard of Despair Fortress, any provocation against Lord Avilan was unforgivable.

The previously smug Carter suddenly felt a powerful force pressing down upon him. It was a force he could not resist at all. The next second, he fell helplessly to his knees, his entire head pressed to the ground. He could only stare at Avilan's shoes in terror.

"This old servant Carter pays respects to the Lord of Despair!"

Carter was an old hand at reading the situation. Despite his extreme fear, he still called out respectfully.

Avilan laughed heartily and looked at the old man before him with great interest. Miuo also fell to her knees in panic, begging Avilan for forgiveness.

"Lord Avilan, such a rebellious and disrespectful person deserves death." Arthur approached, radiating killing intent.

"I beg the Supreme Sovereign to spare his life. This subordinate failed to teach my uncle proper etiquette. Please consider that my uncle comes from the remote mountains and wilderness and does not understand etiquette or rules. Spare my uncle, my lord." Miuo knelt on the ground and cried out respectfully, casually belittling the Munk Kingdom into worthlessness.

If Avilan continued to pursue the matter, he would instead appear narrow-minded.

"Enough, Arthur. Ignorance is no crime."

Avilan personally reached out and helped Carter to his feet.

"Thank you, Supreme Sovereign, for sparing this old servant's life!"

Carter rose, his face somewhat restrained. He had clearly been frightened by Arthur's shout just now.

"I heard that you are a sword instructor, Carter. Could you tell me about it?"

Avilan was delighted, hoping to figure out a way to teach martial arts from this.

Carter respectfully returned the bow and replied uneasily, "I dare not refuse your command."

Carter stood beside Arthur, his body somewhat stiff and his pupils contracting violently. Every instinct of his Fourth-Rank Great Swordmaster cultivation was frantically screaming at him to leave this place immediately!!

Get away from this man!

The farther, the better!

After that initial furious shout, this tall, imposing, awe-inspiring man had not paid him another glance. Yet Carter still felt his scalp tingle and his entire body grow cold, as though he were standing alone beside an unparalleled ferocious beast!

This feeling was far too terrifying!

Even when he had followed the Tigerfolk's great general into bloody battles across all directions, he had scarcely encountered such a terrifying existence!

Ordinary people naturally could not sense that terrifyingly powerful killing aura. But to an old soldier like him, whose cultivation had reached the rank of Fourth-Rank Great Swordmaster, it was like a bright lamp in the darkness, dazzling beyond measure!

Of course, this was also because Carter had not concealed his own aura.

Before long, led by Avilan, Carter stepped into Despair Fortress.

Meanwhile, the many nonhuman onlookers around them erupted into an uproar.

Before Carter arrived, Miuo had been constantly building him up. He knew the current situation of Despair Fortress very well.