Rick's farm was located just outside South Los, where the terrain was flat and the land fertile.
Apart from so cash crops, it also had a good number of cattle, sheep, chickens, and ducks.
From the angle of the carriage, Arthur could see at least fifty cows and over two hundred sheep, but that was not all.
They were rely managed by Kuke's two "uncles" with seven sheepdogs.
The two n rode horses, swinging whips and lassos in their hands, with longswords on one side of the saddle and crossbow arrows on the other, and daggers tucked into their belts. What caught the most attention was that, in the cold winter of South Los, amidst the chilly sea breeze, the n wore only woolen vests, revealing their muscular arms.
With each shout, as they swung their whips and lassos, the muscles in their burly arms would bulge.
What Arthur was most concerned about was the aura they inadvertently exuded.
It was not incredibly strong.
But it was extrely fierce.
Simply put, the scent of blood was very strong.
'Is this the 'scent' of a bounty hunter?'
Arthur assessed in his mind.
The two n tending to the cattle and sheep clearly noticed the approaching carriage.
When they saw Kuke jump down from the carriage, they imdiately smiled.
One of them whistled.
Imdiately, a falcon took off from a nearby fence and plunged into the farm.
About ten minutes later, Arthur finally t Kuke's father.
A tall man, whose arms were thicker than a typical person's waist.
The man was shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants, and when he ran out from the farm, white steam was emanating all over his body.
'Exaggerated intensity of training!'
Watching the sweat still flowing from Kuke's father's body, Arthur already pictured the man's exercise regin in his mind.
Arthur could even be sure that his intensity of training was comparable to so secret techniques of body training.
Pushing open the carriage door, Arthur stepped down.
Kuke's father, Rick, imdiately wanted to give Arthur a hug.
However, thinking of his sweaty body, the father ultimately opted for a handshake—
"Lord Kledos, thank you for everything you've done for Kuke.
Do you know?
Letting him follow you might be the best decision I've made in my life!
You wouldn't believe it, he used to fear hardship and fatigue, I never thought he would take on my training willingly!"
Rick spoke excitedly, grasping Arthur's palm and shaking it vigorously, the strength of which allowed Arthur to quickly evaluate.
[Physique]At least 5.
Of course, that was just in normal state.
If he were to burst into combat mode, his power could easily crush an 'Arcana Level' strongman.
"It's what I should do.
I don't want Kuke and the others to encounter any misfortunes because of accidents that could have been avoided.
So please, train them relentlessly—I want them to stand on their own in the shortest possible ti."
Arthur was surprised by the father's strength, yet his expression remained serious.
Upon hearing Arthur's request, the father burst out laughing.
"Don't worry!
I will give Kuke no opportunity for regret—he asked for it himself, so as a father, I will certainly use 200 percent of pain to make him gain even greater strength.
Of course, the sa applies to all of you!"
Rick then looked toward Scott and the other seven young n behind Kuke.
Then, without giving the eight young people any chance to speak up, the father gestured to one of his old friends.
"Allen, co train them!
Don't hold back!"
Imdiately, a middle-aged man, who was two ters and twenty centiters tall, wearing only shorts in the dead of winter, and whose muscles subtly radiated a rocky texture, walked out.
He was carrying a whip.
Crack!
After snapping the whip in the air, he directly roared at Kuke, Scott, Wiggins, Haywood, Fengter, Goodrian Ernest, Erwin Dibwa, Zhukov Bas in front—
"Now, a light-geared 20 kiloters run!
The last one gets whipped!
The first one gets a drumstick for lunch!"
"Whoever doesn't finish the run, 500 push-ups this afternoon!"
"If you can't complete 500 push-ups, then run another 20 kiloters!"
As his shout ended, Allen cracked his whip again.
This ti, it wasn't just a crack in the air.
It genuinely struck soone's body.
It struck Kuke's body.
Kuke's expensive coat, along with the vest and shirt underneath, were torn apart, leaving a trail of blood on his body.
"Mr. Rick..."
Seeing this, Arthur's eyes twitched as he imdiately spoke out.
But he was cut off by Rick before he could finish.
"Please don't worry, Allen knows his limits. He only injures the flesh, not the bones, and during lunch, a dicinal bath will be prepared. They won't have any long-term effects."
Rick explained.
Hearing this, Arthur let out a slight sigh of relief.
He had finally found a few capable subordinates; he didn't want them ruined by training.
'A dicinal bath?
Kuke's father's legacy is richer than I thought!'
Arthur thought to himself, his gaze covertly sweeping over the other's robust arms.
Clearly, ordinary people couldn't possibly have such robust arms; it had to be the effect of the dicinal bath.
Thinking about how much legacy this father had, Arthur then said,
"No, you misunderstood.
I ant to say, for cleanliness and hygiene, please dip the whip in alcohol when you strike them.
I once promoted this thod at the Shire District Police Station.
The effect was very good."
Arthur said in all seriousness.
Rick: …
As Kuke's father, the farr, stared at Arthur with a look of amazent, he soon cracked a smile, turned around, and shouted to his old buddy,
"Allen, dip the whip in alcohol when you strike them.
Just like Lord Kledos said, clean and hygienic!"
Saying this, the farr didn't even pay attention to the cries of the young n, including his own son, gesturing for Arthur to follow him.
The farr led Arthur into a nearby barn.
As Arthur entered the barn, the young 'Spirit dium' twitched at the corner of his eyes.
He saw hanging sandbags of various sizes, iron wire nets fixed with wooden stakes parallel in the ground, uneven wooden walls, and single bars, then...
Bricks and boards!
Piled up beside.
The farr casually picked up a blue brick and slapped it on his own head.
Bang!
The brick shattered, yet the farr's head was completely fine.
Brushing off the debris, the farr then smiled at Arthur.
His face, covered in dust, showcased his gleaming white teeth.
There was a sense of honesty.
And a sense of integrity.
But the ground covered in brick debris told Arthur that wasn't the case here.
Being hit on the forehead with a brick could knock out even a Mystic Side Person.
Yet the farr's display was not over.
As Arthur watched the farr glide through the iron wire like a skating motion, jump over walls with the agility of a monkey, and smash a sandbag with a single punch,
Then start spinning on the uneven bars, Arthur even felt a sense of déjà vu.
In his haze, it was very familiar.
He seed to hear those uniform footsteps.
He also heard that thunderous roar.
In front of him, an illusion even appeared—
Red epaulets, green uniforms, half-squat, rifle held at an angle…
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