“By the way, I’ve always wanted to know when did this rule start that people like you are not allowed to have subordinates? Isn’t the predecessor of the Brotherhood the Knights Templar?” the Red Duke asked enthusiastically.
“No one knows about this, because no one has ever written the history of the Brotherhood.” The old woman’s mind was not sure where she was going, and when she spoke, she looked a little confused.
“Isn’t this ironic? The reason why there is a brotherhood is because the Templars were oppressed by secular kings. The reason for the oppression, in addition to the amazing wealth, was also because of the force possessed by the Templars, which made the secular The king is worried.”
“I didn’t expect that a few centuries later, the same thing would happen within the Brotherhood.” The Red Duke poured another glass of wine and chuckled mockingly.
The old woman was even more unable to answer this question.
In the dimly lit mine, there were sounds of beatings and heavy breathing. Hull fell to the ground, feeling that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. If a thick layer of sand had not been laid on the ground in advance, the bones would probably have broken. A few.
The man who fought against Hull was a middle-aged man. This man had a very elegant temperament and must have come from an extraordinary family. His figure was very well-proportioned and his lines were definitely the envy of any man.
“You still can’t do it. I doubt if those martial arts skills you learned from nowhere are really effective? Those skills are really weird. I only know that if you want to defeat your opponent, it all depends on the combination of strength, speed and skill. It’s impossible to achieve perfect balance.”
“Everyone has their own focus. Being good at using your strengths to cover up your weaknesses in fighting is the way to win.” The middle-aged man came over and pulled Hull up from the ground.
“Coach, maybe it’s just because I haven’t figured out the trick yet?” Hull explained without giving up.
“You are wasting your time. The best choice for you is to give up the development of martial arts.” The middle-aged man said while taking off his thick, vest-like combat training clothes.
“Why?” Hull was a little confused.
He neatly folded the training clothes and put them into the iron box next to him. The fighting coach sat directly on the box and said: “Your strength is weaker than before. I can tell you almost clearly that there is no way you can In face-to-face combat, defeat a person who has been trained in combat.”
“You can’t even use the power of your feet?” Hull asked.
Of course he knew his situation. That time when he went crazy, his power was weakened a lot. Although the method in the secret book could make him suddenly burst into powerful power, the duration of that power was extremely short.
Originally, there might be hope for his physical condition to recover, but when Fansai was undergoing another modulation, he forgot about it, so th