"The War God Academy?"

  Raylin knew that the War God Academy was the best knight academy in the Kingdom of Sarah, where George was from. It not only enrolled nobles but also had very strict admission requirements. It was said to accept only real geniuses!

  "Swordsmanship is just my hobby. Only wizards are my lifelong pursuit!"

  The power of knights, while strong, was still within Raylin's understanding and had not exceeded his limits. However, the legendary wizards were powerful beings who could manipulate wind, rain, lightning, and achieve long life! The strength of wizards clearly surpassed human limits, and Raylin could not even imagine it.

  Moreover, every wizard is a knowledgeable scholar who studies everything in nature with a rigorous attitude, finds patterns, and utilizes them to gain immense power! This approach was more suitable for Raylin, who had been a scientist in his past life.

  "That's right! Even a great knight is merely a servant to a formal wizard. The power wielded by wizards is unfathomable to us..."

  George's expression was serious as he spoke in a lyrical tone.

  "Why is it that anything you say makes me feel as if I've met a bard..." Raylin rolled his eyes a bit.

  "Haha... It's not like my dad sent me to court for so-called noble training, I would have turned out like this!" George reverted to his previous demeanor.

  Suddenly, he winked mischievously, saying, "Raylin, you don’t have a fiancée yet, right? How about I introduce my sister Lil to you? Would you like to be my brother-in-law..."

  "Get lost!"

  Under the moonlight, the two boys playfully left the grassland.

  "Good night! George!"

  "Good night! Raylin!"

  Raylin handed the cross sword to George. After bidding farewell, he returned to the carriage.

  The dimly lit carriage contained only him. A faint smell emanated from inside, a disgusting odor mixing decay and sweat, which made noble youths reluctant to stay in the carriage, leading them to dart off like unbridled colts to play on the grass as soon as they had a break.

  Some concepts in this world were quite open, especially for nobles. Raylin had discovered many other things through the strong perception provided by his chip, which forced him to choose a training location farther from the camp.

  Recalling the scenes he had seen with extraordinary eyesight made him somewhat speechless, reminding him of memories from his days as a wastrel.

  "I never expected! With this youthful body, my desires have intensified..." Raylin smiled bitterly.

  Calming his thoughts slightly, he said, "Chip! Pull up my body data!"

  "Raylin Farrell Strength: 1.5 Agility: 1.6 Constitution: 1.4 Status: Healthy"

  It had been over a month since he practiced the knight breathing technique, and Raylin's current physical condition not only caught up with his peers but even exceeded some of them. When facing George, he concealed his strength, resulting in George having some incorrect guesses.

  "Alright! It’s time for today’s training!"

  Raylin assumed his posture and entered a training state. This was his daily routine. According to the chip's prompt, exercising at night followed by practicing breathing techniques yielded the best results.

  About twenty minutes passed, and Raylin was drenched in sweat, but the dark impurities excreted had noticeably decreased.

  "Ha!" Raylin opened his eyes and looked at himself, somewhat helplessly saying, "The effectiveness of the breathing technique is diminishing, which is to be expected. According to the chip's calculations, even after optimization, the Farrell family's secret breathing technique will completely lose effectiveness after raising my physical attributes to 2... This is also the realm of a prospective knight. From now on, I can only rely on my own efforts and the stimulation from life-and-death situations to attempt to awaken life energy and progress further..."

  Thinking of this, Raylin took out a yellow berry from his shirt pocket. The surface of the berry had some black spots, looking somewhat terrifying.

  Raylin directly threw the berry into his mouth and took out a plant root to chew on.

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  "Ding! Main cell fatigue status relieved, you can resume practicing the knight breathing technique!"

  The voice of the chip came through.

  "Alright!" These plant formulations were the result of Raylin’s experiments over the past month through the chip, effectively alleviating physical fatigue and increasing his daily training frequency.

  Added to the potions that enhanced his constitution, it was only logical that Raylin's physical prowess was improving so rapidly.

  "Let's go again!" Raylin entered the knight breathing technique state once more.

  Over the past month, the caravan had passed through several small kingdoms and had now fully entered the wilderness region.

  In the wilderness region, human presence was sparse, with only desolate yellow sands, ferocious beasts, and traces of horse bandits.

  Since entering here, the caravan had faced several dangers. Although there had been no casualties, Raylin's sense of crisis was intensifying, and the thirst for power was growing impatient.

  ……

  As dawn's light shone, the caravan set off on its journey once more.

  Raylin sat alone with his arms crossed over his chest, while several boys around him moved away in disgust, clearing a space around him.

  "I wonder what method Besta used; the people in the carriage are still isolating me. If it were an ordinary boy, they'd probably have been driven mad by now! Too bad they ran into me!"

  Raylin stretched comfortably, feeling somewhat pleased. He had trained until late last night and was quite exhausted. The space cleared around him was just right for him to rest for a bit.

  "This world is really vast. The caravan has been moving for nearly half a year, yet we still haven't reached our destination and haven’t seen the ocean..."

  As Raylin thought this, he half-closed his eyes and drifted into a nap.

  Dingling ding!!! At this moment, the carriage had stopped, and the figure in the black robe shook the bell in his hand: "Gentlemen! Ladies! It's time to get off for lunch!"

  "Is it time again?" Raylin opened his eyes. "This life is really boring!"

  After getting off the carriage and collecting his share of food, Raylin walked toward a patch of grass near the camp while biting on a piece of white bread.

  Having run out of the alternative plants he had previously gathered, Raylin prepared to restock.

  As he walked, he casually glanced at the surrounding plants. "This is a pecan, it's already in the database, useless to me!"

  "Ah! Shaman grass, this is a plant found only in the wilderness, can be recorded!" Raylin pulled up a small yellowish grass. The edges of the grass were serrated and sharp. Raylin carefully snapped the grass, and green juice streamed out from the break. He dipped his finger in it, put it in his mouth, and immediately showed a look of disappointment.

  "I found it, the flowerless snake fruit!" Raylin discarded the shaman grass and continued walking, casually glancing around. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the yellow berries he had eaten yesterday in the bushes, revealing a look of joy.

  "Hehe! Look what I've found! Raylin! Should I say you truly live up to your reputation as the little noble from the countryside? You can only eat wild fruits by the roadside! You truly tarnish the honor of our nobility..."

  Just as Raylin picked the flowerless snake fruit and put it in his pocket, an annoying voice reached his ears.

  "Is that you, Olin?" Raylin looked up and saw the killer who had previously murdered the wastrel.

  Olin had fiery red long hair and a body full of muscles, with arms as thick as Raylin's thighs. He stood there with his arms crossed, mocking Raylin.

  Several noble youths stood next to him, joining in with derisive laughter.

  "Chip! Scan data!"

  "Scanning complete! Olin Strength: 1.7 Agility: 1.2 Constitution: 1.5 Status: Healthy."

  The chip provided feedback.

  Raylin looked at the data before him; Olin's strength was commendable, with power comparable to that of two adults, which explained why he could severely injure the previous Raylin to the point of death.

  As fellow noble youths, it wasn’t surprising that one could achieve such stats with hard work, daily training, and breathing techniques.

  The other noble youths trailing Olin were not as strong, most of them below 1. Raylin even spotted a pale boy whose stats hovered around 0.5, comparable to the previous Raylin.

  Calculating quietly in his heart, Raylin concluded that Olin's strength was similar to his own, but in swordsmanship and technique, he could never compare to himself with the chip.

  The remaining boys were merely cannon fodder; the data disparities were too great, making it extremely easy to deal with them, like adults bullying children.

  "What do you want?" Raylin asked, his tone extremely calm.

  "You..." Raylin's reaction clearly bewildered Olin, as he displayed neither anger nor fear, leaving Olin unsure of how to proceed.

  "If this is about what happened with Besta last time, haven't I already apologized? Besta has forgiven me..." Raylin continued.

  A thought occurred to him: this might be Besta's test. Had Olin finally been unable to hold back after a month?

  "That's right! It’s because of Besta! She forgave you, but I haven't!" Olin clenched his fist, his voice loud.

  "Okay! Then what do you want?" Raylin spread his hands, appearing somewhat helpless, but a mocking glint shone deeply in his eyes.

  Surprised by Raylin's compliance, Olin stammered for a moment before finally saying, "You swear never to provoke Besta again!"

  "Sure!" Raylin readily agreed and placed his right hand over the badge on his chest, which bore the image of a cross sword and a lark, the emblem of the Farrell family!

  "I swear by the name of the Farrell family that I will not actively provoke Besta in the future!"

  Swearing in the name of a family was a serious vow among nobles, and violating it would lead to universal disdain from all the nobles.

  "Then, Mr. Olin! May I leave now?"

  Raylin slightly bowed, performing a perfect noble salute.

  "Wait!" Olin's perception of Raylin's weakness seemed to catch him off guard. A greedy glint appeared in his eyes: "According to noble rules, you still need to compensate. Hand over all the magic stones you have!"

  "Magic stones!" The onlookers gasped in surprise.

  "Magic stones?" Raylin repeated, recalling from his memories that magic stones seemed to be a universal currency among wizards and were necessary expenses for wizard apprentices without tokens.

  Raylin had no idea what the formal tuition would be, as he didn’t possess a single magic stone. It seemed that Viscount John had tried many methods to gather magic stones, yet he failed to acquire even one, reflecting their preciousness!