Insufficient balance

  Compared to others, the cheers of winning the battle were instead Muk's busy tying up the reins of the strong thief horses one by one to his own saddle.

  Their weapons were also all put away on horseback. He himself carried a knife and followed another Mamluk to guard these things.

  Apart from these, the wealth on those bandits naturally also became Zhao Fubo's wealth. These guys were indeed genuine cavalrymen, if they were like the thieves in Ali Baba's story, then they would have become rich.

  "Ah, Muk, you're really a good servant. These things may not be worth much, but if there are many of them, they can also add up to money!"

  Abdul Zema's nonsense, even when busy, can't stop. It's just that since the master didn't whip him here, this guy has become somewhat unscrupulous.

  The annoyed Muk stared with his beautiful yet icy green eyes and only said a few words.

  "I'm his sparring partner!"

  Obviously under the teachings of the Great Song culture, he has some innate rebellious psychology towards the word "slave" or "servant".

  "Is that so, Muk? You're the master's attendant? Well, it can't be helped. Who hasn't made mistakes before?! In the future, if you want to become a servant, I'll help you plead with the master!"

  In Abdul Zema's heart, a good master like Zhao Fubo is as rare as a phoenix and unicorn. Not being able to become his servant is really Muk's greatest regret in this life.

  This time, Mu Ke grasped the hilt of his long sword with one hand, and the gaze in his green eyes was as cold as an iceberg in the Arctic. The words he spoke were even shorter, shortened to just two words.

  "Shut up!"

  Abdul Jamal's interesting shrinking neck temporarily closed his mouth. However, about thirty seconds later, he continued to show off his skills.

  "I'm not trying to bother you, Mukk, but can you tell me why I should be a sparring partner and not a servant? I don't see the difference..."

  Watching this, Shu Yiner felt amused. She had never seen anyone more eloquent than Abdul-Jelil.

  She turned her head and her beautiful eyes floated towards Zhao Fubo. Unfortunately, this foolish second son was no longer just her plaything now.

  And after finishing the fight, he returned to his usual self, that foolish and confused second son. This was not what Shu Yu liked, that commanding Zhao Fu Bo.

  At this moment, he sat on a high rock with his head bowed, and the one who had just won the battle didn't have any mind to celebrate. His teacher Martin didn't plan to let him be sad for Xiao Hei Tan either.

  "Do you see? Victory is everyone's expectation. A leader who can keep winning is what everyone needs. But this comes at a cost, which means you must make plans for the future of these people and cannot hide away in sorrow over something!"

  "My...my...my little black coal..."

  Zhao Fu Bo furrowed his brow, he didn't understand why he wanted to be sad for a moment, and why the teacher Martin in front of him would be so unyielding.

  Martin stopped his own words and coldly watched Zhao Fubo's sorrow.

  "This is just an escape, and a 15-year-old kid, suddenly having to bear the lives of so many people, shouldn't he be a little scared? Not to mention that before this, he was just a lonely kid who nobody cared about!"

  As a former teacher, Martin certainly understood these things, but now he couldn't just let his students go on like this.

  The situation before him was clear: if he couldn't become stronger, then in the fratricidal Zhao clan, there would be no place for him to survive.

  "How can I just let this little guy who saved me die like this?"

  Looking at Zhao Fu's gloomy and bitter expression, Martin asked himself if he couldn't accept that ending. He decided to stay and teach the current Zhao Fu into a man.

  But with his current situation, it's probably impossible to write a decent article!

  "Do you know? I once wanted to leave!"

  Kemartin's words did not get a response from Zhao Fubo, who was avoiding the reality and did not want to face the slaughter of his own family.

  "Do you want to know why I didn't go?"

  Zhao Fubo finally raised his head and looked at Martin with a gaze that clearly expressed he didn't want to know.

  Martin remained unmoved and continued talking to himself.

  "The reason I didn't leave is because of this! Do you know that you owe me a lot of money?"

  This time it was finally Zhao Fubo's turn to be surprised, he didn't understand how he would owe him money. Looking at his appearance, he really owed a lot of money.

  "Me? I owe you money?"

  In doubt, Zhao Fubo habitually raised his head to look for Shu Yiner. In dealing with this kind of thing, ten of him were not as good as one Shu Yiner.

  Shu Yu'er, who had long disliked Zhao Fu's current appearance, turned her head away and refused to look at him. The clever little girl had already decided to unite with Teacher Martin.

  Holding her own little ball of fluff, her small hands stroked its long, snowball-like fur, and its bright eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

  "Hum, you this foolish second son, if you're going to be like this, don't think that I, a young lady, will bother with you again!"

  Zhao Fubo, who had no one to help him, looked gloomy and decided to use silence to resist. But this tactic was not worth mentioning when dealing with Martin, who had studied psychology.

  "Hey, stop pretending to be stupid! Look, I bought four longbowmen, two are left, one of the two Mamluks is left, and both chariots were burned to a crisp. And the biggest problem is, you told those guys that if they fight with you, they'll be free, now my coffin money has been completely wasted by your son's mistake! Calculate it, how much do you owe me?!"

  Zhao Fubo was stunned. The principle of borrowing and repaying debts in the world, even if he was fooled again, wouldn't he still not understand?!

  "Uh... uh..."

  Zhao Fubo began to worry that Martin would sell himself to France or England, when his teacher Martin spoke up.

  "So, from now on, you owe me. I'll tell you what to do and you'll have to do it. Every morning, get up and practice your marksmanship, after lunch, read books for me, in the afternoon we have important things to do, if you don't do well... if you don't do well..."

  Martin rolled his eyes and looked at Zhao Fubo, then around him. He really couldn't find anything valuable on this Fubo Erlang in front of him.

  "If you don't behave, I'll sell Shu Yu'er!"

  Listening to their conversation, Shu Yiner slowly approached and got angry when she heard this. But when she heard what Martin arranged for Zhao Fu Bo, she nodded in satisfaction.

  "Hum, Fu Bo Er Lang, if you can't handle these things and sell me out, Miss will make you pay!"

  Zhao Fubo thoroughly narrowed his eyes. How could he bear to sell off Shu Yiner, who looked like she had a good temperament?

  Seeing Zhao Fubo had trained Shu Yiner to lose her temper, Martin finally put his mind at ease. Since they decided to stay, it was natural for Zhao Fubo to understand their current situation.

  "Little one, do you know why we were attacked this time? Who are those people that attacked us?"

  This question Zhao Fubo really couldn't answer, those Mamluk cavalrymen were knocked down by the tripwires, but they were all incredibly fearless of death. In desperation, Zhao Fubo and his men had no choice but to give these people a thousand arrows through their hearts, only then did they manage to deal with these cavalrymen.

  There's no one to ask, and it's impossible to determine where the attack came from. Although he had some guesses in his heart, in Zhao Fu's mind, this was a family scandal, and speaking out would be such a shameful thing!

  "This...that..."

  Martin blushed and was immediately intimidated by him.

  "What's this and what's that? If you know it, then you know; if you don't know, just sell Shu Yu'er!"

  It seems that Zhao Fubo is not worried about selling himself, or maybe he knows he's not worth much. But as soon as Shu Yiner is mentioned, his heart becomes a little flustered.

  Hastily opening one's mouth to answer, without caring whether the answer is right or wrong.

  "They were Mamluk cavalrymen, not real bandits!"

  "Hmm, stupid to the point of being unbelievable! I think you should understand that in this situation, you're not alone. If you return to your hometown and accidentally mess up, everyone will be finished!"

  Martin could see that Zhao Fubo was an unpolished jade. He was just a bit older, and receiving modern education might be more tiring!

  "No matter what, he's not my savior after all. I couldn't just watch him get killed by his own brother!"

  Martin felt that he hadn't had a good dream at all, the most unlucky crossing in the world let him encounter it, and then he even ran into his brother's wall, so he could only scold himself in his heart.

  "This is absolutely outrageous!"

  His words really gave Zhao Fubo a lot of pressure, his hand unconsciously slowly stroking the smooth gun handle, his head lowered almost to his knees.

  "It's all because of you, like a small piece of charcoal that gets hurt and dies. And also because of you, we humans are facing the pursuit of these unknown Mamluk cavalrymen. Today we luckily won, but what about tomorrow? Are we going to die one by one in this inexplicable pursuit?"

  "Who else do you want to lose? I'm afraid it doesn't matter to you, so Jack, Little John, Muk, Shuyin, which one of them do you want to lose again?"

  After finishing the article, Zhao Fubo slowly lifted his head. Under the faintly visible tear stains on his face were a pair of eyes that appeared shiny and black in the light of the torches.

  Zhao Fubo's eyes, following Martin's words, looked at one person after another who was mentioned by name, and the sadness in his gaze was gradually replaced by a strange expression.

  "I don't want to lose any of you, whether it's you, Yu'er or any one of them, I don't want any of you to die!"

  Looking at Zhao Fubo's tears, looking at the courage that was gradually becoming thicker in Zhao Fubo's eyes, Martin suddenly burst out laughing, and even his smile had a bit of cunning meaning.

  "It's actually no big deal, what I'm worried about is if one day we find the person who wants to kill you, what will you do?"

  This time, Zhao Fubo was really stunned.

  He indeed had a personal preference in his heart, but if it was really him, could he really bring himself to do it?

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