"Sir, you are truly amazing! I must report to Lord Meyer what happened." The Captain sounded excited, his eyes practically sparkled.
"Don't tell him." Tyrell sounded un-wavered by what seemed like a huge accomplishment to the knights.
"Wh- Why? Isn't this a great accomplishment that needs to be awarded?" The Captain asked, he seemed a bit irritated that he couldn't report this great news to the lord.
"There is no need for unwanted attention. I'd rather not have my father know about this, you know how he is, he would tell almost everyone and brag about it. It's unnecessary sometimes." Tyrell sighed. "I'll be back in the carriage regenerating my mana. Let the mages heal the wounded ones. We can find some place close by and make a campsite there to rest until tomorrow morning, at the break of dawn."
"Yes sir." The Captain was still a bit reluctant but followed his order. He bowed and walked off towards the other knights, bringing the wounded ones out of danger as the mages cast healing spells onto them.
Tyrell went back to his carriage. It will take another week or so until they reach the capital which gives him plenty of time to get used to his weaker body. When Tyrell checked his mana circle, it was only on stage 4, before he came back he was on stage 6, which was very close but also far away from the last stage. The differences between each stage is massive, so in-order to climb up in the stages, you'll have to cultivate different amounts of mana (each time more than the last) to move up.
Tyrell took this time and used it wisely, he started meditating, taking in the mana around him and into his mana circle that circulated around his left side of his chest.
**Knock Knock Knock**
"Master Tyrell, dinner is ready." A knight knocked on the carriage door, breaking him out of his concentration. Tyrell opened his door and the knight was met with the young master's brow twitching in irritation. 'God damn it! I could have almost done it if he didn't interrupt!' Tyrell rubbed his temples and heaved a heavy sigh. The young knight didn't know what he did to make the master so irritated, but he decided that he didn't want to take the role of calling the master next time.
Tyrell arrived at the camping site which wasn't far from the carriages that were parked near the dirt road. Multiple tents were set up, one large tent was for the wounded while one was for the knights and the other one was solely for him.
Tyrell sat by the campfire that warmed him up from the cold and windy night. "Master Tyrell, here." The Captain handed Tyrell a bowl of stew. He took the stew and began eating, this stew reminded him of the days back on the battlefield, where you didn't have much time to prepare a proper meal, it was heartwarming for him to taste it again.
As Tyrell finished the last of his stew, the knights began splitting into 3 teams, each taking turns being a watch-out for a certain period of time until dawn rises. Tyrell decided to head to his tent early. Inside the tent was a lamp lit with a special fire artifact. There was a bed on the far right corner of the tent with a desk and a chair on the other side. The room looked like it was hastily prepared, but Tyrell didn't mind, it was much better than the ones in his old life.
He sat down on the bed, it was pretty firm, the way he liked it. He looked over at the desk, it seems like the knights had put some books there for him, 'how considerate' he thought to himself, not noticing that he started to smile a little bit. He got up from his bed and went over to the desk, he examined the titles of each book. There were three books on the desk, all of them were adventure books. Tyrell decided to try and read the book called 'The Scars of War'. Sitting comfortably on his bed, he started flipping through the book.
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When Tyrell opened his eyes, it was already dawn. "Seems like I dozed off." Tyrell mumbled as he rose up. He took the book off from the bed beside him and put it back on the desk. Opening the fly sheet, he was met with the sun rising on the horizon, the knights already started to pack everything up, leaving nothing behind except for the ashes of the wood that was left in the rocks that formed a circle, once representing the campfire.
"Master Tyrell! You're awake!" The captain came jogging towards me.
"Yes, as you can see." Tyrell spread my arms wide, showing him that he was, in-fact there.
The Captain coughed awkwardly, "Right- Master Tyrell, please head back to your carriage now, we'll be taking everything down, I'll send a squad of soldiers with you for safety precautions."
"Alright." Tyrell nodded.
The Captain quickly gathered up seven of the best knights and told them to follow and guard Tyrell while he was in the carriage.
"Captain Wallace, is the group ready?" Tyrell asked, walking up to the group that consisted of seven knights, observing them thoroughly. The knights stiffened up upon Tyrell's observant gaze, Captain Wallance just looked at Tyrell curiously.
"Yes, Master Tyrell. They're ready, you'll be sure of your safety while you're in your carriage." Captain Wallance nodded.
"Great! Now, let's go back to my carriage, shall we?" Tyrell walked back to his carriage, the seven knights circled around him protectively.
"Who's the leader in this group?" Tyrell asked suddenly, he kept walking.
"It would be me, sir." A young man's voice came from behind him, when Tyrell looked over his shoulder, he saw a man in shiny armor and a glistening steel and gold sword next to him, on his strap. He wore the same armor as everyone, having the blue and gold colors decorating it fabulously. The guy had auburn hair and dark brown eyes, he stood 3 inches taller then Tyrell, but you couldn't say he was short, rather, Tyrell was a tall kid at a height of 179 cm (5'10).
"How old are you?" Tyrell questioned, this time turning his whole body around, facing them.
"I'm 16 sir." He answered, 'Only three years older than me...' Tyrell thought, he kept his eyes on the guy.
"Name?"
"I'm Kirk Von Bolton, heir of the House of Swords." He introduced himself.
The House of Swords were known for their production of the fine arts of the swords, they train their heirs/heiresses to be excellent swordsmen. The current head was Count Henry Von Bolton who was a Knight Commander, he had extraordinary sword skills. People say that each swing of his sword would create an earthquake, making him titled as "The Earthshaker".
"I've heard of your father," Tyrell said, turning back around and continuing to walk towards the carriage. "My father told me a lot about him, when they were back in the battlefields. He told the same stories multiple times, making my ears bleed." That got a little laugh out of everyone, which made Tyrell's mood better.
"Well, eventually it felt like those stories stuck with me, I could practically memorize them." Tyrell sighed, "I hope you make great accomplishments just like your father, Kirk." Kirk felt weird having someone younger than him talk to him like that, but he took it as a good sign and decided to just stay quiet.
They arrived at the carriage, Tyrell stepped inside as the knights spread out around the cage, guarding it.
After a few minutes passed by, the others finally finished packing, placing all the things in another wooden carriage pulled by two horses.
"Next destination, Bannet town!" Captain Wallance announced.