Cold weapons are a man's romance

"You... August?"

"I want to die!" The little emperor covered his face.

"What did they do to you?!"

"You don't even forget your reward?" said Cesar. "Whoever performs better in a friendly match can command the other all day. I think you are better. August I have no objection to your victory, so I will ask the ladies to help him with makeup. Today August is your 'maid' at your call, please send him as much as you want!"

The girls laughed gleefully.Roman never dreamed that the joke of "whoever loses will wear a maid outfit" would come true.If it was him who lost today, they might have laughed more happily.There is no winner in this contest between him and August, the only winner is Cesar, and this group of women who are afraid of chaos.

"You actually admitted that I was better?" Roman was surprised, "I thought you would fight for yourself!"

In fact, he himself felt that he played well, not because he deliberately boasted about himself.The actual combat arena is the best place to accumulate experience, and he also learns moves that he has never learned in class by analogy.He was even more moved that August was willing to admit it.He thought the little emperor was the kind who would rather die than surrender!

August flattened his mouth: "You don't fucking say a few words and you won't die! I'm so miserable and you still mock me!"

The makeup the girls put on him is beyond flattering (you can see they tried their best).The little emperor was so wronged that his five sense organs were crowded together, which made him look even more horrified.

"Okay, okay, you can take it off." Roman coaxed, "You are disgustingly dressed like this, and I don't want to see it either."

The women who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal cried out in disappointment. "That's so boring! August should be willing to lose the bet!" "You don't know how much work we have spent dressing him up like this!" "I think he meant to let August run naked?"

"No!" Roman answered the last question sincerely.

Cesar slaps August on the ass.The little emperor... No, the little maid let out a sound like a screaming chicken being stepped on.

"The ladies are right. I'm willing to admit defeat. If you can't afford the bet, don't talk big."

August let out a choked whimper.Roman thought that everything today must be a lifelong lesson for him.

"Don't worry," Cesar continued, "they put so much makeup on you that you can't tell it's you at all. Just pretend you're someone else. If you don't tell us we won't tell, God knows you're who."

"Can't you really see it?" August looked expectant.

Everyone nodded in unison.Although knowing that this was just comfort, Roman still nodded.

Cesar clapped his hands: "We are about to start training, Roman. Alright, ladies, gentlemen are going to change their clothes next, ladies, please move elsewhere."

The smiling girls left the dressing room one by one.Roman waited patiently for their chattering to disappear outside the door before starting to change clothes.August sat next to him, glaring at him resentfully, as he changed into the hazmat suit with unprecedented speed.

"You...you come to train with us." Roman got goosebumps all over his body, "When Cesar and I were practicing, you just watched from the side."

August followed Roman out of the locker room with a sad face.Everyone in the club tried their best to hold back the urge to laugh when they saw him, but not everyone was able to concentrate so well. For a while, there was laughter like a balloon leaking everywhere, and some even flew off the treadmill laughing , is a spectacle.

It would be fine if it was just being watched and laughed at by the members of the Aurora Club. Anyway, it wasn't the first time that August was embarrassing in front of his teammates, and he had long been used to it.But being seen by outsiders is different.

When they left the dressing room and entered the corridor, there was a sudden greeting from a stranger behind them.

"Hey, isn't this His Excellency Augustus?"

August grabs Cesar by the clothes. "You fucking lied to me! Didn't you say that others can't see it's me!"

A woman with short chestnut curly hair walked towards her slowly.She is tall and slender, with undulating muscles under the black sportswear, like a vigorous female leopard.She has the toned body every gym girl dreams of.Such a good figure is enough to be memorable, but Roman doesn't remember such a number one person in the club.

The chestnut-haired woman was carrying a slender package, which was clearly a sword.

The woman stopped in front of August who was in the abyss of despair, smiled and tugged the bow on his skirt. "It's very suitable for you, I'm serious." She took out her mobile phone as she spoke.

"NO!!!" August screamed.

Cesar raised his hand to stop the woman. "Butler, that's fine."

Roman raised his eyebrows.What did Cesar just say?No, what Roman cares about is not that he kindly prevents the woman from humiliating August, but what he calls the woman... what does he call her?Butler?

"You...you are Butole?" Roman looked at the woman in surprise.

The woman makes a one-handed stabbing motion. "Believe it now?"

I have to believe it.Roman was once beaten by this move without any chance of fighting back, and even death could not erase that memory from his mind.There is no second person in the world who can repeat such a skill.

But how is this possible?That legendary Butler, the "King" Butler who ruled the combat world before Sisar turned out to be born, was... a woman?

Roman recalled it carefully. Whether it was a friend or an enemy, he never mentioned whether Butole was a man or a woman. He never called her by a third-person pronoun that could distinguish gender. It was because he thought Griffin The masked master over there by the guard must belong to a man.What a gender stereotype, Roman!

What day is it?August disguised himself as a woman, but Bartoler, whom Roman had always regarded as a man, turned out to be a daughter?Is today World Turning Day?

Butler stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the stunned Roman, but there was no response.

Cesar said: "It has been said that it is better for you to wear a mask. Your face is like Medusa, whoever sees it will petrify."

"I don't think that's the reason..." Butler smiled weakly.

It took a while for Roman to wake up.He stammered an apology to Miss Butler for being distracted.

"I... didn't expect you to be..."

"Woman?" Butole showed her white teeth.

"Uh, I always thought you were a man."

"Someone misled you into saying I'm a man?"

"It's not..."

"So you subconsciously think that someone who is good at swordsmanship must be a man?"

Roman blushed: "I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little biased..."

Miss Butler laughed loudly: "I've been used to this kind of reaction for a long time. It's okay, I'm not angry. To be honest, I quite enjoy other people's surprised expressions."

"Why do they call you by your last name? It sounds a little... strange."

"'Bartoller' is not a surname." Cesar explained, "It was a title, battler, a combatant. It was first given to her by netizens, and then it gradually became her exclusive nickname, and then everyone started to use it like this Call her." He laughed, "Like 'Caesar of the Sword.' Isn't it cool? 'Battler' Lucinda Meier. 'Caesar of the Sword' Cesar."

He chuckled, content with his handsome nickname. "Battler" showed a helpless smile like a sister doting on a younger brother: "Yes, that's my name, thank you for introducing me, Caesar of the Sword."

After being called out by her, Cesar seemed even more proud, as if a primary school student was called a "mathematics expert" by his classmates, and every time he was called so, he would feel elated.But elementary school students at least know how to pretend to be humble, and Cesar's dictionary doesn't include this word at all, and there isn't even a synonym for "modest", so he doesn't even bother to pretend.Roman tried to substitute himself. If someone called him "swordmaster" or something in public, he would definitely be so shy that he would like to crawl into the cracks in the ground. It would be a public execution!But instead of feeling ashamed, Cesar looked proud.How thick is this person's face!

Lucinda turned to Roman: "I came here specially to see if you were here today. I didn't expect to run into you by such a coincidence. You seem to be recovering well. In fact, I am ready to bring Alex to the door to apologize."

"I'm fine," Roman said. "If you want me to say, Cesar made too much fuss. Which athlete doesn't go to the game with an injury."

"Oh, courage is admirable. Are you going to practice?"

Roman nodded. "I saw you with a sword." He looked at the long package behind Lucinda. "If you don't mind, I want to learn from you. I benefited a lot from fighting with you last time."

"Can I still refuse? Actual combat is the best way to accumulate experience. Isn't there a saying like this? 'The best swordsmanship in the world is the swordsmanship used by those who survived'."

Speaking, Lucinda pointed to Cesar: "It's time for you to give your students some difficulty. He is not an ordinary person who learns swordsmanship with zero foundation. He can only practice basic skills all day long. He can pass directly. Now that you have learned new moves in actual combat, you should catch up with the progress of the course, right?"

"Your teaching experience is richer, and you have the final say." Cesar rarely compromised with others, "You earned it, Roman, what a great honor it is to have Lucinda the Fighter personally guide you. She doesn't even want to take it."

Cesar's talent in business bragging is not inferior to others.

Thinking about it this way, isn't Alex who can learn under Lucinda's school quite talented in swordsmanship?Otherwise Lucinda would not have accepted him.Although Roman didn't have much sympathy for the fact that "Alex is brilliant", but since Lucinda favors him, it shows that the red-haired young man still has some redeeming qualities.

Roman accepts Lucinda's request for mentorship with trepidation.They came to the training room to warm up and wait for Lucinda to change.Not long after, the famous female swordsman came to meet them wearing a protective suit with a griffin pattern.Roman can't wait to experience her excellent one-handed swordsmanship again.

Cesar led the shy and angry little maid August to the side, watching the two slow down the speed of the duel, and making some comments from time to time.There was joy in his blue eyes.Roman's skill was faster than before, because he had the awareness of being on guard against Lucinda beforehand, and he was not attacked by her one-handed stabbing many times like last time.

"He's really good, isn't he?" Cesar looked like a parent who saw a child learning to walk, with a look of pride in his eyes.He whispered to August: "Ordinary people rest for so long, and their skills will become dull to some extent, but he has become more refined. Can you imagine? It's just one actual combat, and he has improved so much... "

August squinted at him. "Are you really sure about letting him compete with Lucinda?"

"What's there to worry about? Lucinda is not Alex, she knows what to do, and Roman is safe."

"I don't mean that." August put aside his grief and indignation at his attire for a while, and said calmly, "Didn't you notice the way he looked at Lucinda? It's like the innocent little virgin meeting a goddess in a movie , Every move of the goddess has its own soft light filter and slow motion, and the background music is still singing "Hallelujah"!"

Cesare's face froze. "Isn't it?"

"Are you really Cesar and not some imposter? Seeing so many intimate movements between the two of them during sword practice, you are actually indifferent?"

While talking, Lucinda bullied Roman and launched a waist throw.Roman grabbed Lucinda's arm with the spirit of dying and breaking, and the two fell to the ground together.Lucinda lay on Roman's chest, who was panting from the strenuous exercise.

Cesar clenched his fists as if struck by lightning, and his joints creaked.

"Wow, that was really..." Roman exclaimed, "That's wonderful, Lucinda, you're amazing. How did you do it?"

Lucinda took off her mask and pushed back her sweaty temple hair: "Because I have a lot of experience, dear. Do you want to do it again?"

——What the hell is this? !Cesar's heart was filled with monstrous waves.Listening to the dialogue without looking at the screen, I thought you did something inappropriate for children just now!You two have changed from a costume action movie to a love action movie in an instant!

"Stop!" Cesar screamed.