Sif felt a bit nervous; today was her first day working as the Red Tide Lord's secretary.She didn't have much affection for Louis, even carrying a hint of wariness.In her eyes, this Lord was merely an Imperial noble cloaked in a gentle facade, fundamentally no different from the vile nobles of the Iron-Blood Empire.She arrived at the Lord's room precisely on time, and what met her eyes was a figure cultivating cross-legged.Louis was operating his Breath Control Technique to cultivate his battle qi.This was her second time seeing the young Lord, but compared to their first encounter in the infirmary, she observed him more closely this time.His features were distinct, his physique slender, and a calm demeanor permeated his brows.He wasn't like those nobles in luxurious robes with bloated bodies; instead, he resembled a scholar, even exuding a calm and composed focus while cultivating.Such a temperament indeed made it difficult for Sif to equate him with the cunning Imperial nobles in her ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) impression for a moment.But she quickly reined in her thoughts; this fellow was probably just putting on an act. If he were truly so diligent, his strength shouldn't be so low.When his cultivation ended, Louis opened his eyes and saw her immediately."You're quite early," Louis said with a relaxed smile.Sif nodded, remaining silent.Today, she wore a simple leather jacket produced by a craftsman's workshop, making her appear capable and neat.Louis casually glanced at her, thinking that if supplies in the North were not so tight, equipping her with a maid's uniform would also be good.But then he reconsidered, thinking, 'Never mind, it's still quite cold now.'Moreover, he didn't have the habit of being waited on, and there were no young maidservants specifically serving him in the entire Red Tide Territory, only an auntie responsible for cleaning rooms and washing clothes."I'm not blaming you; it's just that I have sword training later, so formal work won't begin for another hour," Louis explained.Sif merely nodded again, saying nothing else.Then Louis left the room and began his daily sword training with Lambert.During the training, Lambert held his sword steadily, his attacks fierce, each strike precise and powerful.Louis, on the other hand, focused more on technique, relying on flexible footwork to dodge and seek opportunities for counterattack."Your footwork needs to be steadier," Lambert reminded him in a deep voice, then struck down with a direct slash.Louis quickly sidestepped, narrowly dodging, but Lambert changed his move extremely fast, sweeping his sword horizontally.This forced Louis to raise his sword to block, and the immense impact made him retreat several steps, his arm slightly numb.Sif watched from the side, secretly evaluating: Lambert's strength is considerably greater than mine.And Louis's swordsmanship was decent, but only "decent."Just a show-off, she thought.But then she noticed that no matter how Lambert attacked, Louis never slacked off, always seriously meeting the challenge."Again?" Lambert asked."Of course," Louis wiped the sweat from his brow and reset his sword stance.Sif frowned slightly; this fellow didn't seem to be perfunctory but was genuinely striving to improve.Learning swordsmanship was Louis's daily required lesson; ever since he arrived at the Red Tide Territory, he had asked Lambert to teach him swordsmanship for an hour every day.Thus, the sword training, filled with continuous clashes and adjustments, lasted for an hour.Louis sheathed his sword, let out a long breath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, revealing a cheerful smile.Sif glanced sideways; this guy was indeed somewhat handsome."Let's go, let's start a day of Lord's affairs," Louis looked at her, his tone relaxed, "Don't be so nervous; a secretary's work is actually quite simple."He casually gave some key points and finally summarized: "Today, your main task is to accompany me on my outings and record my work for the day."Sif nodded, replying faintly, "Understood."And Louis's first act as Lord was to inspect the soldiers' training on the training ground.…………One hundred and twenty soldiers formed a square formation, running around the field in a mighty procession.Their footsteps were uniform, and although they were panting, no one cried out in exhaustion."Last five laps! Speed up!""Move! Faster! Faster! Didn't you eat enough?""Keep going! Keep running! You are capable of much more!"The Knight Instructor ran alongside them, continuously shouting slogans.This training method was completely different from the training methods in other noble territories of the Iron-Blood Empire.Other nobles at most trained physical strength and individual cold weapon skills.This relied on traditional master-apprentice instruction, but the training was often scattered, and the soldiers' foundations were often very weak.This led to ordinary soldiers becoming cannon fodder for bloodline knights on the battlefield.But Louis understood that this was a low-magic world; even the strongest legendary knights couldn't cleave through two thousand six hundred enemy armor with one sword.The most common Apprentice Knight, when facing well-trained soldiers, could at most fight ten, equivalent to two Ip Mans.However, training one was a hundred times harder than training an ordinary male soldier.Therefore, Louis, based on his knowledge from his previous life, designed a more systematic training system.Pure standardized training, focusing more on soldiers' teamwork and quick reaction capabilities, and especially emphasizing battlefield adaptability.Although these soldiers had no battle qi, he believed that after this kind of training, they could completely become a combat-effective force."Attention!"The soldiers abruptly stopped, turning to face forward.Louis walked slowly, exuding an inherent aura of authority in his every movement, causing all the soldiers to involuntarily stand straighter."Good morning, Lord!" The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices deafening.Louis nodded slightly, his tone calm: "You've worked hard.""We are not tired!" Their reply was strong and clear.These soldiers underwent a series of exercises daily, including physical training, formations, and simulated combat.Although the training volume increased, no one complained.Because they ate well, dressed warmly, and Lord Louis had given them unprecedented respect.Every single one of them remembered the Lord's kindness in their hearts.Louis scanned the group, his gaze falling on a few soldiers whose movements were not standard: "On the battlefield, such sluggishness would cost you and your comrades your heads."Those few soldiers immediately broke out in cold sweat, quickly lowering their heads and assenting."Run five more laps.""Yes!"The soldiers turned without hesitation and continued running, their steps more powerful.Sif stood by, watching the soldiers run in perfect unison, a complex feeling rising in her heart.She didn't fully understand the meaning of this training.But she could clearly feel that the soldiers' respect for Louis was genuine.Although Louis didn't shout commands or make any exaggerated gestures, every word he spoke made the soldiers obey without hesitation.This young Lord seemed truly different from ordinary nobles.

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