Locke was a little excited at the thought of marrying a noble woman. Of course, that woman wasn't Kristin, but Grace.
She was sitting in the room at the moment and had also heard Locke's return. Although she wasn't clear about Locke's plans, she could roughly guess it because she had seen the way he looked at her in many men's eyes.
But she couldn't do anything about it. She had asked Laffey about the man's strength, and he wasn't much weaker than the old butler. Could he be as strong as a low-rank Knecht at such a young age?
Unlike Kristin, Grace wasn't able to misjudge Locke's age. From his voice, she could roughly tell that he was in his twenties.
Not long after, a soldier brought Locke's lunch over. Of course, he couldn't just have a chicken for lunch. He had already ordered someone to bring him extra food.
Laffey was good at cooking. She made a delicious pot of chicken soup without any seasoning. Locke thought she would roast chicken.
Locke ate the meat pie on the stone table in the courtyard and drank the soup from time to time. "Come and eat with us." Locke waved at Christen.
"Okay!" Christen didn't stand on ceremony and hopped over to sit in Locke's arms. The girl's fragrance lingered around Locke. He shifted his seat uncomfortably, but he didn't refuse. He didn't indulge in it. Instead, he thought that this was the charm of power and power. His determination to become stronger grew stronger.
Laffey was too embarrassed to eat with her young master, but under Locke's insistence, she couldn't resist the temptation of the food and sat down.
Grace didn't act pretentiously and sat down as well after coming out of the room. The four of them ate together like a family. It was incredible.
"You've also practised impetus, right?" Locke asked Laffey while eating.
Lafite was silent after hearing this, as if he did not know how to answer. Grace answered for her. "That's right. Lafite is a practitioner of our family's fighting spirit."
Locke could hear that something was amiss. Could it be that Glace's family had several impetus techniques? The most powerful noble he knew was Baron Cardoj, and the baron only had one impetus cultivation method.
Grace continued, "As long as you can bring us out of this city, we will definitely reward you handsomely …"
"Stop right there. You're my slaves now, and your wealth is mine. I don't need you to repay me," said Locke as he knocked on the table.
Although Laffey also cultivated impetus, she seemed to be at the same rank as him. Her combat awareness was terrible, and she couldn't compare to him at all. He was confident that he could defeat her with one hand.
Kristin noticed her aunt's embarrassment and hurriedly came up to smooth things over. She called him 'brother' and Locke's heart melted. Christen had been living alone since she was a child. Her parents were in high positions and had no time to care for her, so she lacked care.
Locke was a strong man who appeared when she was sick and lonely. Although they were enemies, she didn't know much. She simply had a good impression of this big brother who gave her a sense of security.
Although there was an interlude during lunch, it was still very enjoyable with Christen's help.
After the meal, Laffey went to clean up while Glace and Laffey sat in the yard and watched Locke cultivate. Locke took out the redsea flower from his pocket and wrapped it in impetus. He crushed it into powder with his palm and swallowed it to guide the impetus's circulation.
Locke didn't know how the redsea flower accelerated the condensation of impetus. He only knew that his stomach was burning. Fortunately, he had experienced it once and didn't panic. He silently circulated the impetus's route, and the impetus quickly absorbed and grew stronger. When the impetus circulated in the burning part of his abdomen, it grew much faster than elsewhere.
Two hours later, Locke finished his cultivation. He could feel that his impetus vortex had grown by a third, but the effect wasn't as obvious as when he took the redsea flower for the first time. Now, his impetus vortex was half the size of a soybean, which meant that Locke now had half of Yoshk's total impetus.
There were almost no bottlenecks in the entry-level Knecht stage. The main thing to cultivate was the total amount of impetus. When the impetus vortex reached the size of a thumb, he would be considered to have broken through to a low-rank Knecht. No bottlenecks didn't mean that it was easy to advance.
Many people had been mediocre their entire lives and were stuck at entry-level Knechts. One reason was that they couldn't persist in cultivation for a long time, and the other was that their aptitude wasn't suitable for absorbing impetus. People like Locke and Yoshk, who came from unorthodox backgrounds and relied on military exploits to cultivate impetus, didn't have the means to measure their aptitude. People like them didn't need aptitude, they just needed to work hard.
Locke was prepared for the reduced effect of the redsea flower. If he could keep improving, Solon wouldn't be stuck at the peak of entry-level Knecht. However, this was also a way to improve. If there was a chance, he would ask Solon for the redsea flower until he couldn't improve anymore.
At this time, his body was already swollen and painful. Locke began to practice martial arts. His total impetus was still too little. He couldn't rely entirely on it in battle. He still needed to rely on his own ability.
An hour later, Locke wiped the sweat off his body with a piece of cloth. Kristin stared at Locke's chest without blinking. No one knew what she was thinking, but her little face was flushed. Laffey was still absent-minded.
After wiping his sweat, Locke took out a gold bracelet from his trouser pocket and threw it to the dazed Laffey. The little handmaiden didn't see what it was. After catching it in a flurry, she exclaimed, "Where did you find it?"
"I picked it up from the ground," said Locke calmly.
"Thank you. Thank you! "Laffey was extremely excited." This is the only thing my mother left me. "
Locke didn't say anything after hearing this. He seemed to be touched. "Don't lose it again!" Locke reminded.
"Of course, of course." Laffey clutched the bracelet tightly, for fear of losing it again.
After seeing this scene, Glace's expression was complicated. "I know you're a good person. Can you let us go?" asked Glace after a moment of deliberation.
"If I let you go, do you think you can survive in this world?" asked Locke.
Glace wasn't stupid. She naturally understood that after leaving Locke, even if the three of them could escape this city, there was no safe place in the war-torn Shalor, especially when all three of them were women.
"If you can send us out of the country, to another country —" Glace was still insisting.
"Impossible. I'm just an ordinary platoon jarl. I don't have that ability. Besides, you're a Shalorian, and I'm a Faustian. You're my trophy now, and I have no obligation to help you." Locke interrupted Glace and turned away, ignoring her.
Glace's eyes were filled with tears. No one had ever dared to talk to her like this before. "Aunt, forget it. It's good to be with big brother," comforted Kristin.
Locke still didn't know the identity of Glace and the others. He only thought that she was a noble woman. Locke was just a commoner who had almost never come into contact with nobles. Leaving Glace behind was also a part of his dark heart. Locke yearned for nobility.
In the end, Farlans became Faustian's territory, just like many other parts of Shalor. The baron began to summon the remaining soldiers and logistics stationed in Giza to Farlans. The wealth in the city needed to be transported back to the kingdom.
A few days later, Suzanne arrived in Farlans and Locke arranged for her to stay in the courtyard. Of course, the two of them stayed in the master bedroom while the three women stayed in the side room. At first, Suzanne was a little hostile towards the three women, but after Locke showed that he didn't have an affair with any of them, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The logistics merchant, Henry, also came to visit Locke. Locke's soldiers had handed over half of the spoils to him, so Henry made a small fortune this time. He also brought the town's leader, who was also Suzanne's ex-husband, to show his filial piety.
Locke now had about 200 silver coins in his hands, most of which were obtained during the siege. The higher one's status, the more they would receive. Locke had a deeper understanding of this. He planned to ask Henry to pull some strings and find a professional blacksmith to forge a shield for him.
Locke's current half-body armour and the platoon jarl's standard longsword granted by the baron were indeed suitable for him at his current stage, but he still felt that his defensive capabilities were lacking. The injury this time was caused by a rolling stone, and the broken shield he picked up was destroyed on the spot.
"A shield? No problem! "Henry patted his belly." Leave it to me. "
"It's best if it's an arm shield," Locke requested. "I don't need a shield that's too big. The key is to make it sturdy." In a battle like this, a good shield could not only improve one's ability to defend oneself, but it could also be used to smash people. A shield that could be tied to the arm was the best choice.
"Sure, I know a good blacksmith in Bideslane. Tell me what you want and I'll take care of it," said Henry.
In the end, Henry left with the caravan with the goods. After every battle, the soldiers would have a short rest, but the merchants had only just started to operate. Henry promised Locke that he would bring his shield in half a month.
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