A brief time passed.

Walking out of class, Chen Heng couldn't help but touch his head and felt a little tired.

It has to be said that there is a reason why Ormando and Chen Heng’s predecessors did not like these courses.

In just one class, Chen Heng was dizzy when he listened.

The teacher who was in charge of teaching the courses was also a nobleman, but a destitute nobleman who had lost his territory, and was already very old, so he had to work in Baron Kayson's territory to make a living.

From Chen Heng's perspective, the teacher's level is just like that. Not only is the course taught boring, but the content is not surprising, and there is nothing to praise at all.

From Chen Heng's perspective, the courses he explained are of no use in most cases.

Of course, there are no truly useless people in this world.

Although this teacher is useless, he has a very good relationship with Baron Kayson. The two seem to be very good friends in the past.

Therefore, through this teacher, Baron Kayson can also be slightly affected, thereby achieving some results.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Heng forced himself to finish the class. Not only did he finish it, but he also pretended to be very interested, which made the other party look very happy.

Walking out of class, Chen Heng turned around and returned to his room and began to think.

Once again, his start this time was the best of his past two times.

But despite this, there are still many problems facing him at present.

Entering the simulation world, Chen Heng's first goal is naturally to obtain points.

Judging from the first experience, if you want to get points as much as possible, you need enough influence.

This has led to more standards.

It is necessary to have a great influence, strength, status, and identity.

Judging from Chen Heng's current identity, the only one he has made great strides seems to be the only one he has made.

"In terms of strength, I can only rely on myself... but in terms of status, there are still some ways..."

Sitting upright at the wooden table, he thought alone.

This time his identity is the second son of a baron.

This is both unfortunate and lucky for the second son of a baron.

Unfortunately, he was just the second son, did not have the right to inherit, and could not truly inherit his father's title.

The lucky part is that as long as the other heirs who stood in front of him die, he can inherit the baron's title and become the territory of this area.

And to achieve this goal, there is only one obstacle in front of him.

Ormando...

As Chen Heng recited this name, he couldn't help but smile, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have experienced similar situations before.

Think about it seriously, his situation at this moment is similar to Zoro in the last simulated world.

In this case, just do what you have done again.

Of course, despite the similar situation, Chen Heng's situation at this moment is still somewhat different from that of Zorodo.

At least, compared with Zorondo, his father, Baron Kayson, is still alive and looks healthy, and shows no signs of bad luck at all.

This means that Chen Heng still has a lot of time, and he can calmly and do some things slowly.

This thought flashed through his mind and began to think about it.

In the afternoon, when the sun gradually sets, Chen Heng starts going out and walks to an empty area outside.

There, a veteran was already standing there.

He was a middle-aged man with a tall figure, looking about his early forties and fifties, about the same age as Baron Casen, but he looked much taller. Although his skin was dark and his appearance was not neat, he looked even tougher and had the courage of a veteran.

He stood there alone, wearing a shabby gray robe with a few patches on it, and looked not very economically.

What is particularly noticeable is that his left sleeve was completely empty, and one of the arms inside had completely disappeared.

When Chen Heng noticed the other party, the other party also noticed Chen Heng's figure.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Chen Heng took the initiative to step forward, with a bright smile on his face: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Jit."

"Sir Kelly... Hello..."

Looking at Chen Heng, Jit hesitated for a moment, and finally forced a smile.

In the past, he had little contact with Chen Heng, and the two could be said to have no intersection.

But now, judging by his situation, such a job is necessary for him.

What's more, Chen Heng in front of him was the lord's son. Even if he was not injured and still worked in the guard, he must be respectful.

“No need to be polite.”

Unlike what Jite imagined, Chen Heng did not show any arrogant attitude, nor did he show any noble face, which was completely different from his brother.

His attitude was gentle, and he always had a smile on his face, which made people uncontrollably relax.

Looking at Chen Heng, Jit couldn't help but relax, looked at Chen Heng, and said, "It's getting late, so we might as well start now."

"OK."

Chen Heng nodded with a smile and handed a dagger in his hand.

"Before the formal start of training, I want to test your current situation first..."

Looking at Chen Heng, Jiter spoke tactfully.

He wanted to know Chen Heng's current situation, his specific level, and only after he had a clear idea of ​​his mind could he start teaching.

At this moment, he was ready to start from scratch. After all, judging from Chen Heng's appearance, he didn't look like a person who often practiced and practiced swordsmanship.

However, the final result shocked him.

In front of him, Chen Heng drew a sword and slowly used it in front of him, wielding one sword at a time, constantly waving forward. Although the sword technique seemed not very familiar and his body was a little stiff, he was extremely exquisite, not like a person who had just practiced swordsmanship, but like a veteran.

This is not a person who does not exercise regularly, but is clearly a skill and swordsmanship that only a person who exercises regularly can possess.

Jitter was shocked.

He did not expect that the second son of the Baron, who seemed to be only able to play, had such superb skills as he was idle on weekdays.

"You must be extremely diligent on weekdays, but you don't like to show it."

Looking at Chen Heng, Jit couldn't help but sigh: "Just as swordsmanship, your swordsmanship may be above your brother..."

"However, there are still some minor problems."

He looked at Chen Heng, thought for a moment, and then spoke, pointing out some small problems with Chen Heng.

Some of these small problems were deliberately left behind by Chen Heng, while others were due to their health.

After all, at this moment, he had just entered this body, and some past physical memories have not been restored, so his movements inevitably seem a little stiff.
Chapter completed!