No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

Seeing Paul's disheartened look, Roger felt bad about further discouraging him, so he said, "Well, Father, let's make a deal?"

"Huh? What agreement?"

Roger met Paul's gaze, squinted, and said, "When I grow up, I'll have a fair competition with Father, how about that?"

Paul immediately perked up: "Okay...it's a pinky promise! No lying, or you're a dog!"

Roger hadn't expected his adoptive father to have such a childish and immature side, but he still smiled and reached out his hand to make a pinky promise with him.

The agreement...

Seeing the family's harmonious and peaceful scene, Senis also smiled happily.

She led Rudius quietly into the house without disturbing the father and son.

Chapter 6 Old Deng, watch closely, this sword strike is going to be awesome!

Under the moonlight, a thin mist floated in the courtyard.

Paul suddenly leaned close to Roger, his expression serious to the point of solemnity, and asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.

Like Rudius, he also wanted to know how he had lost.

Paul was completely baffled. He hadn't seen Rogge's movements at all.

When I came to my senses, a sudden wave of dizziness hit my brain, and I collapsed to the ground.

Everything happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, even he, a senior swordsman, didn't have time to react before he collapsed in a daze.

Paul's gaze fell on Roger, filled with confusion and inquiry.

Roger then repeated what he had said before.

He could see the flow of blood and magic, the contraction of muscles, and the movement of every inch of bones, so he could see all the subsequent moves clearly before his opponent even made a move.

Paul was stunned after hearing this.

Unlike Senis and Lilia, he realized almost instantly what those words meant.

They can see the flow of blood and even magic, and use this to deduce and predict, all pointing to the same fact.

His second son was born a swordsman.

With such talent, perhaps no one in the entire world is more suited to the path of a swordsman.

Even Paul, who has always considered himself a genius, was deeply shocked at this moment.

He suppressed the surging joy in his heart, placed his hands on Roger's shoulders, lowered his voice, and said in a solemn tone that was almost earnest: "Remember... what you just said must never be known to a third person in the world."

"Keep them all rotten inside, understand?"

"Yes, got it."

Roger immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

Then he raised his face and asked curiously, "Father, could you tell me about the swordsmanship system of this world? I'd like to learn about it."

Paul was taken aback for a moment, then patted his chest and laughed: "No problem, leave it to me."

The more he looked at his son, the more satisfied he became. He cleared his throat and said seriously, "Listen carefully—the so-called swordsmen are essentially divided into three major schools: the Water God School, the Sword God School, and the Northern God School."

"The Sword God style is the mainstream in the world, believing in a one-hit kill and pursuing the ultimate offensive."

"The Water God School is the opposite; it doesn't take the initiative to attack, but rather focuses on absolute defense, emphasizing defensive counterattacks."

"As for the Northern God Style... cough cough, this style is probably not suitable for you."

The more vague Paul's answers were, the more intrigued Roger became: "What exactly is the Northern God Style? Could it be that it has no fixed moves and is only good at using any means to win?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Paul looked surprised.

Roger's lips curled into a slight smile, his tone carrying the innocence unique to children: "Of course, it was you who told me, Father."

"Did I tell you?"

"When? I have no recollection of it at all." Paul scratched his head, racking his brains but unable to remember when he had taught this knowledge.

Roger's smiling gaze fell on Paul, and he said, "My father practices swordsmanship in the courtyard every day, and I've been secretly watching him every day."

"I saw the sharpness of the Sword God School and the tranquility of the Water God School in your moves, and of course, the shadow of the Northern God School occasionally appeared as well."

"Although you don't use it much and don't seem to like it, I can still distinguish the characteristics of the three schools."

………………

Paul was completely stunned after hearing this.

He wondered why this kid was able to cut him down with a single sword strike and even use the Sword God Style techniques.

original……

It turned out he had been secretly watching him practice swordsmanship.

Paul was well aware of this, and whenever he noticed his son spying on him from the second-floor window, he would practice his swordsmanship even more diligently.

But what he never expected was...

This son's swordsmanship prodigy is simply terrifying; just watching him practice swordsmanship every day is enough to make one believe it.

One can learn it without a teacher...

To reach a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Is this what genius is?

Perhaps it's more accurate to describe it as monstrous.

There was no deliberate attempt to avoid Paul's gaze.

Roger generously displayed his talent, and he never even considered pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

There's absolutely no need for that when it comes to loving family members.

Instead of playing dumb and developing stealthily, it's better to make Paul face himself and thus be nurtured.

This approach did indeed change Paul's original plans.

He had originally planned to formally pass on his swordsmanship to his second son when he was five years old, but now, seeing his son's extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, his plans have been completely rewritten.

From tonight onward, he will personally carve this rough gem.

In the future, this child will surely become a renowned swordsman.

At the same time, a sense of unease also arose in Paul's heart.

Will forcibly intervening lead to counterproductive results?

Roger seemed to see through his father's thoughts, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone resolute: "Father, please believe me... there won't be any problems."

"Despite my strict training, I will become a swordsman as strong as you."

Looking up at him with such eyes, Paul's hesitation vanished like morning mist.

He patted Roger on the shoulder and smiled, "What a smart kid. Although you beat me today, if we really got serious, you're still no match for me."

"That's why I hope Father will not go easy on me and will toughen me up as soon as possible so that I can catch up with Father's pace."

Paul had initially worried that the boy would become arrogant and conceited because of his temporary victory, but he could not see the slightest bit of impetuosity or complacency in Roger.

Those eyes, which were always slightly narrowed, held a composure and calmness far beyond their years.

It seems there is only one kind of willpower: the will to become stronger.

Paul nodded in approval.

Over the next few hours, he gave instructions while explaining the swordsmanship system of this world.

First is the combat power level.

Roger quickly understood.

In this world, swordsmen are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Lower, Middle, Upper, Saint, King, Emperor, and God, totaling seven ranks.

Paul said smugly, "Don't underestimate your father. I used to be a genius too, having mastered the Sword God Style, Water God Style, and Northern God Style to an advanced level."

After listening, Roger asked his first question: "Father, roughly what level is my swordsmanship at now?"

Paul looked thoughtful, scrutinized him for a moment, and gave his assessment: "You're probably still at the threshold of a lower-level swordsman."

"Huh? That low?"

Roger scratched his head.

"You haven't mastered battle qi yet, so you can only be considered a beginner. If you can skillfully control battle qi, then that will be a different story."

"First of all, for a swordsman to reach the advanced level, battle qi is an unavoidable threshold."

"Take our previous duel for example... If I had used my battle aura back then, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me so easily..."

Paul stopped speaking abruptly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

The fact that he was knocked unconscious by his own three-year-old son is so absurd that it could almost be the biggest stain on his life.

He straightened his expression, regained his fatherly authority, and said earnestly, "Battle spirit is the foundation of becoming a swordsman. Although I admit that your comprehension of swordsmanship is indeed superior, battle spirit is completely different from sword moves. It is something that can be honed little by little through daily practice."

“Even someone as gifted as your father only truly mastered battle qi and joined the ranks of advanced swordsmen at the age of eleven. So you can’t be overly ambitious; you have to be down-to-earth in everything you do.”