"Ding~ Ding~"

  In the evening, in the backyard of the Pedroel Manor, Lynn struggled to defend against the relentless attacks of a young girl, Jonny, who tinuously pressed on.

  Despite beially prepared, Lynn found Jonny's ruthlessness surprising. She showed no mercy, striking for vital points with every move. It felt less like a practid more like a life-ah battle.

  After the twenty-first exge, the brown-haired girl once again struck horizontally, causing Lynn to lose his grip on the wooden sword.

  They had fought several rounds, battling for nearly an hour. Both Lynn and Jonny were on the verge of exhaustion. Their arms and shoulders hiddeh their clothing were covered in bruises, and their energy was almost depleted.

  Lynn, not skilled in close bat, couldn't break Jonny's record. Baron Pedroel, who was , didn't seem too ed. He could see that Jonny's swordsmanship had improved, which was the whole point of the exercise.

  What made him even happier was that Lynn had finally taken his advice to heart. During the fight, Lynn was no longer as clumsy as before; he fought with more determination.

  "Stop now, it's over for today," Baron Pedroel waved his hand and put ao the fight. His gloomy expression finally revealed a hint of a smile.

  "Well done, my son. You've finally made some progress. If you tio practid refine your skills like this, you'll have a seventy pert ce of passing the knight's examination."

  This year, there were two extra slots in the knight's examination, so the standards were likely to be lowered. Plus, he had made some generous donations to the priests of the Church, so he should be able to iate a bit.

  With these thoughts in mind, Baron Pedroel's mood improved, auro address Jonny.

  "Jonny, your swordsmanship is excellent, but you take a break from practig it iure and focus on other areas."

  "The Duke of Nordnd's son is indeed obsessed with swordsmanship, but if you appear too dominant, it may not sit well with him..."

  Baron Pedroel early advised Jonny on how to use her shared io gain the Duke's son's attention and protect his fragile ego.

  He was quite satisfied with his daughter. She not only had exceptional looks but also had outstanding swordsmanship talent. If she could use this as an opportunity to marry the Duke of Nordnd's eldest son, the family would have a ce at revival.

  Listening to Baron Pedroel's words, Jonny gritted her silver teeth, her delicate face filled with frustration ament.

  However, Baron Pedroel didn't notice Jonny's expression. After giving his guidance, he left.

  sidering the chaos caused by those devil worshippers, many important figures who were rarely seen in the port topeared. This was a great opportunity to make a good impression!

  After the Baro, Lynn looked at Jonny, a bit pityingly.

  To have such strong swordsmanship at the age of sixteen, Jonny had clearly put in a lot of effort. She probably wao earn her father's approval and ge her destiny.

  Unfortunately, Baron Pedroel always saw his daughter as a tool to curry favor with the powerful.

  Perhaps Jonny's situation would improve once Ly.

  Lynn thought for a moment, then put away his wooden sword and prepared to offer a few f words, fulfilling his duty as an older brother.

  He remembered from the diary that Lotte cared a lot about this sister.

  However, before Lynn could speak, Jonny raised her head and coldly said, "Are you finally going to make a move on me, my brother?"

  When the radiant light of the full moon once again illumihe night sky, a bewildered Lyuro his room uhe guidance of a servant. Despite thinking about it the whole way, he couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind the young girl's final words.

  Who would have thought that even in a small baron's mansioionships could be this plicated?

  "Never mind, it's not my busio meddle in," Lynn shook his head helplessly. He was merely temporarily assuming Lotte's identity, not a family mediator. Otherwise, he'd have a massive headache.

  In parison, he was more ed about what Baron Pedroel had mentiohe devil worshipers captured by the Church during their return journey.

  Lynn couldn't be sure whether it was Jonny, Dove, or perhaps both who had been captured by the Church.

  But ohing was certain: Archbishop Anluke, who had suffered greatly at Lynn's hands, repared for a showdown. He had secretly stationed a guard of three thousand soldiers inside and outside the town, most likely to deal with Lynn.

  Lynn guessed that in a few days, the Church would annouhe public execution of devil worshipers, probably on Monday, to lure him into resg them.@@novelbin@@

  Lynn couldn't help but shudder whehought about rushing into the Church's trap with no preparation.

  Without a doubt, if a thousand crossbowmen fired in unison, he would turn into a pincushion instantly.

  Pnning an early jailbreak seemed like a good idea since he could use his shapeshifting magid disguise skills to infiltrate.

  As long as he knew precisely who had been arrested and in which prison cell, Lynn was fident he could rescue them.

  Then he would have to figure out how to escape from the port town.

  The more Lynn thought about it, the more overwhelmed he felt. He wasn't truly Carl, and he had ional e with Jonny and the others. Still, after going through life ah together, he felt pelled to help if he could.

  "071, is there anything that help me go up against three thousae soldiers?" Lynn asked in his mind.

  The moment, a long list appeared in his mind.

  ["Dongfeng-180 missile, psma railgun, antimatter bomb, high-energy beams, intergactig-range warship..."]

  "I only have a few days. Give me something more realistic!" Lynn sighed. If he could produce these items, he would have already kicked the Pope off the throne and transformed this dark, otherworldly realm into a bright medieval one.

  With this request, the lengthy list was densed into a few lines, and Lynn was quickly drawn to an image in particur. He immediately thought of something he had seen in a store in the port town but had fotten.

  After some ption, Lynn had a pn. However, it was clear that he couldn't handle everything on his own. It would be best to find some reliable allies.

  Lame Loude...

  The familiar name leaped into Lynn's mind once again. He was the most accessible help in the port town, deeply involved with wizards and highly uo betray Lynn.

  The remaining challenge was how to flush out this ing old fox!