Chapter 4 - I Want To Be a Nobleman - NovelsTime

I Want To Be a Nobleman

Chapter 4

Author: Gluttonous fat man
updatedAt: 2025-04-30

The training ground is very large. There are various dummies and wooden stakes everywhere. There is a weapon rack at the edge, on which a pile of wooden weapons are placed.

    Harold was not in a hurry to take up arms training. His agility increased from 4 to 8. He wanted to adapt first and increase a large part of his physical attributes.

    I found an open space. Harold jumped left and right, ran back and forth, crouched and rolled. The 8-point agility and Lv2 [running] were better than expected. He moved freely and retracted his body freely.

    Although it can not reach the level of acrobatic performance in previous lives, the ''simple'' action of back and forth somersault is not a problem at all.

    Several gladiators around were surprised to see Harold''s movements. They had seen those who were strong and those who were flexible, but it was rare for them to exist at the same time. It was strange for a man with muscles and up to two meters to roll and jump flexibly.

    At this time, Harold''s combat effectiveness is doubled compared with the original Lord Harold. The original Lord Harold is not only agile but also not very intelligent. His every move is very slow. He often watches his prey run past him and pours on him for a long time, which is a bit of a tendency of dementia children.

    Now harlott has 8 points of agility and 9 points of intelligence, which greatly makes up for his shortcomings and can give full play to the innate strength of his body.

    After the physical flexibility test, Harold is ready to try his offensive ability. This is not an empty handed experiment.

    Go to the weapon rack and look at the wooden swords, wooden shields and spears of different sizes. Harold thinks about what weapons to use. The most used gladiators in the arena are one handed swords with shields, and some prefer spears with shields or violent two handed swords.

    Spears are not used to and do not rely on strength. One handed swords and shields are not violent enough and too moderate.

    I inherited the body of the original Lord Harold, and my physique is different from that of ordinary people. I not only have thick blood strips, but also have the ''+ 10 golden bell cover'' provided by the system equipment bar. My anti attack ability is very first-class. It doesn''t matter if I don''t need a shield. Just specialize in the big sword!

    Because of his weapon proficiency, Harold wanted to specialize in one weapon as much as possible, but to be on the safe side, he didn''t immediately add 80 weapon proficiency to his two handed weapons. What if he wasn''t really good for playing big sword?

    Harold picked out a heavy and strong sword from the pile of weapons, waved it in place, nodded, "that''s it."

    The total length of the big sword is 1.7 meters. Because it is a wooden sword, its weight is average, but it is easy to use.

    Harold went to a stake, closed his eyes and recalled the basic moves learned by the original owner and the militia. After thinking for a few minutes, he opened his eyes and basically remembered the main points. The militia naturally did not have any advanced skills, and the original owner Harold''s brain could not remember them. It was too difficult.

    Harold took a deep breath and took a step forward. He began to exert his strength from his waist. With a loud drink, he waved his sword and hit the stake in front of him.

    With a click, Harold directly cut the wooden sword deep into the wooden pile. After the wooden sword was pulled out, it left a gap of 5 or 6 cm. 20 points of strength combined with lv4''s [strong attack] lethality is extremely terrible.

    The wooden stakes in the training ground are solid wooden stakes. Most people will make small scratches no matter how hard they try. People like Harold have never cut a third with a knife. Suddenly, many gladiators cast curious eyes.

    "That man is so strong. Who is he?"

    "No, I''m new here. I hope I don''t meet him in the future. I don''t like fighting with this monster!"

    "I don''t want to fight with people who rely on strength to eat. If I get hit, I''ll lie down for at least half a month!"

    A group of gladiators looked at Harold trained by a man and chatted.

    "Old man, do you recognize him? What''s the origin of that guy? I don''t remember such a fierce man when I was in prison. Isn''t this guy from prison?"

    People called old men are far from old men, at most in their early fifties, but they are also old in places like the arena.

    The old man shook his head and said, "I don''t know him either. I think he''s an expert from outside. I just don''t know whether this guy is easy to get along with."

    "I''ll try. If he has a good attitude, I''ll pull him over. If he has a bad attitude, I''ll teach him a long lesson so that he won''t be too presumptuous."

    A strong man said eagerly, staring at Harold, his big fist clenched and clattered.

    "No, he doesn''t look easy to mess with. Don''t conflict with him. I''ll talk to him later and see what he comes from."

    The old man shook his head to stop the strong man. After all, the shape of Harold''s explosion and the ferocious blow just now are very deterrent. It''s not like a soft persimmon that can be held at will. It''s better to talk about closer relations than to be an enemy.

    Harold doesn''t care about the gaze of others. He is excited to feel the magical effect of [Weapon Mastery] Lv2.

    Harold felt as if he had some connection with the big sword in his hand. The big sword became an extension of his body. When waved, he felt very accurate and flexible. He could even point to where to play with his eyes closed.

    Lv2''s [Weapon Mastery] doesn''t increase any strength or speed, but the increase of harlott''s strength is very obvious. It would take a lot of energy to use the big sword, especially continuous attack, which will consume a lot of physical strength and lead to short-term exhaustion.

    Under the control of Lv2''s weapons, Harold only felt that the bigger the sword was, the easier it was and the more powerful it was. After cutting 6 knives, he felt that the sword was moving. He just needed to adjust the attack direction with a little force.

    This is just Lv2''s Weapon Mastery. No matter how high the level is, I''m afraid I can''t directly become a swordsman and split stones with a wooden sword? But it doesn''t seem to be much against the sky. There are many creatures in the world who can blow stones with empty hands.

    The excited Harold kept chopping the stake. When he felt tired, he put down the wooden sword to exercise his steps. After several hours of training, even Harold with amazing physical strength couldn''t help feeling a little tired.

    He put down his sword and wiped his sweat. Harold found a cool place, sat down and began to rest. The two bags of water brought from the cell had been drunk long ago. He felt thirsty. He didn''t know whether there was water in the training ground. Harold looked around.

    Seeing that Harold sat down to rest, the ''old man'' who said he wanted to communicate with Harold came towards Harold with a smile on his face and a water bag in his hand.

    The old man stopped at a distance of 3 meters from Harold. This distance will not make the other party vigilant and can talk normally.

    The old man put on a harmless smile and asked Harold sitting on the ground, "Hello, new friend, what''s your name?"

    Harold saw the man coming towards him from a distance. Seeing that the other party had a friendly attitude, he replied politely: "my name is Harold, brother. How about you?"

    The man who asked was very old. He was estimated to be in his fifties. He didn''t know what his intention was. However, Harold himself also wanted to ask for some information and decided to listen to the old man''s intention first.

    "Harlott, right? I remember. My name is Huck. I''m the oldest gladiator in this arena. I don''t have any other skills. I''m lucky to stay here for a long time. Harlott, you just came here. If you don''t know anything, you can ask me."

    After listening to Harold''s reply, Huck readily introduced himself, but Harold didn''t believe that he claimed he had "no ability". It''s not good luck for such a place to live long.

    "Thanks a lot, brother. Sit down and say it. I just came to the arena. I don''t know a lot. I really need your introduction."

    Harold followed Huck''s words. At the same time, he also wanted to know about the next arena. Harold was sold in the morning and died in the afternoon. He knew little about the arena.

    "Then you can find the right person. I have been in this arena for more than ten years. It can be said that there is nothing in this arena that I don''t know!"

    Huck smiled confidently, sat opposite Harold, opened the water bag, drank, and then naturally handed it to Harold.

    "Thank you. I''m just a little thirsty," said Harold, taking the water bag and drinking it.

    Huck took a drink before handing it over to prove that the water was OK and prevent Harold from being too suspicious to accept it.

    When Huck saw that Harold accepted the water bag he handed him and thanked him, he relaxed a lot. After a few words, he could feel that Harold was a kind of person who was easy to talk, and began to introduce him to Harold in detail.

    "I''ll tell you the rules of the arena."

    "This arena is the largest arena in the whole northern province. Its ownership belongs to the Marquis harlaus, but the adult is very busy, so this arena is managed by his eldest son count sarik."

    Who is harlaus? Harold knew that the original Lord Harold had him in his memory and was very impressed.

    This is a great man. All the places where the original Lord Harold and his father fled to the kingdom of lucanier are nominally the territory of the old Marquis, and the Lord of the newly reclaimed territory settled before is also a pawn belonging to the Marquis camp.

    There are no Dukes in the kingdom of lucanier. In addition to the power of the king, the three marques have the highest status.

    Count sarik was the first heir to the old Marquis.

    "There are many old Marquis industries that count sarik is responsible for, and there are many things to do in his own territory, so he comes to the arena once or twice a month, and he doesn''t pay much attention to the specific operation of the arena. He just counts the income and sees if he has made a mistake."

    "At present, sarik''s four men are responsible for the specific management of the arena operation."

    "The four people in charge, that is, the four people with the highest status in the arena, can''t offend any of them."

    Harold listened carefully to Huck''s words. This is information related to his future fate. Even if it is not necessarily correct, he should remember it.

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