"I don't know where you guys got your techniques from."
"Maybe it's a family technique, or maybe you bought it from Imperial Academy."
"Or maybe you got it from your own sources."
"However, what I want to say today is that every cultivation technique has its own strengths and weaknesses. I hope that you will be able to experience it in your future cultivation."
During the knight combat course in the afternoon, Locke didn't expect their instructor to talk about impetus techniques instead of training them first.
Locke's technique was Falcon's standard impetus technique, which was taught to him by Wyr when he was first promoted to a platoon jarl.
Before leaving Felor, Angelina had given him a complete set of cultivation methods that would allow him to advance to a mid-rank Knecht. It was enough for him to become a Ritter.
His cultural classes in Perseverance weren't for nothing. At least he knew that it wasn't advisable to change impetus techniques when he was still a low-rank Ritter.
Due to the fusion of different kinds of qi, if one's physique was slightly weak, it would cause the elements to become chaotic, and the resulting damage would not be any less than a serious injury. Moreover, it would also affect the knight's future promotion path.
Falcon impetus was considered good. According to Angelina, the Faustian royal family only had six complete techniques that could be cultivated to a Ritter, and Falcon impetus was ranked in the middle among them.
The best impetus was the one that was specifically for the royal family to cultivate, which was currently practiced by the Faustian king, Kenzir, and some other members of the royal family.
Although it was good, it wasn't worth it for Locke to pay such a huge price for it. He would only consider changing impetus when he was in a higher rank.
The instructor who taught them wasn't a Ritter like the instructor in the equestrian class. He was just a high-rank Knecht.
Although he wasn't strong, he was more than enough to teach the students in their class. Locke even found that when the instructor was leading them in training, his movements were quite bold, like a soldier in a military camp. Locke was like a fish in water when he trained with him.
Locke's progress was different from his classmates, and it did attract the attention of many instructors. Those who could reach the high-rank Knecht rank weren't simple, so it was easy for them to discover that Locke had been in the military.
Although they were surprised, that was all.
After an afternoon of training, Locke dragged his tired body out of the academy.
Being taught by the academy's instructors was much better than fumbling around in the barracks.
After a month of continuous training, Locke felt as if he had been reborn. Whether it was punching or exerting force, he was much more precise than before.
After listening to the instructor's explanation, Locke actually felt his long-awaited grasp of impetus cultivation.
Every improvement in a low-rank Knecht was a huge leap, which would lead the cultivator to a higher level.
It was the end of May and Locke had already completed his cultural classes, 'Complete Explanation of the Aomar Language' and 'Basics of Magic and Impetus'. Apart from getting a sum of credits, he'd also gotten 300 credits to study in the library.
The ratio of credits to general points was 1: 20, and Locke was awarded 15 credits in total.
It was the last class of the Three Thousand Years of the Empire, and the white-haired tutor was telling them about the glorious history of the Aomar Empire.
Locke, who had prepared for the lesson in advance, knew that the old man was about to talk about how Aomar, the Sanctum and the Hall of Knights had formed a permanent talent transfer and training program under the wise decision of Alexander XL.
The Sanctum and the Hall of Knights had appeared many times in the textbooks, but there wasn't a single chapter dedicated to these two organisations.
Everything in the empire was closely related to these two organisations, but they didn't seem to have surfaced in front of ordinary people.
"Alright, let's end the class! I look forward to seeing you all again. " The white-haired old man finally ended his long speech, and the class ended under the expectant gazes of the students.
All the students rushed out of the classroom, and the old man on the podium unhurriedly packed up his teaching materials.
Those who participated in this course were all students from the Perseverance Academy. Most of the knights were not eager to learn, nor were they people who could calm down and study. It was fine for them to train or cultivate their Combat Aura, but it was better to forget about reading and writing.
Locke followed the crowd and walked out of the classroom. Another five credits and 100 library points were in his hands.
"I should go to the library some time," muttered Locke.
There was only one library in Princeton Academy, and it was a common library for the four knight faculties and two caster faculties. He would definitely be able to find the information he wanted in there.
However, the most important thing right now was how to earn money.
It had been four months since he arrived in Aomar, and he was almost out of money.
He couldn't really say that he was wasteful, but he really didn't have any other expenses other than food and regular expenses.
In conclusion, it could only be said that Locke's level had risen to a very high level without him noticing. At this stage, he couldn't be frugal even if he wanted to.
For example, the cafeteria in Perseverance didn't require students to eat there. Locke could totally skip the meat of monsters and choose the ordinary food outside the academy.
However, he wouldn't go out just to eat.
It was the same when he went shopping with Angelina and Glace. The two of them didn't lack money, but they spent tens or hundreds of gold moores on clothes, which made Locke frown.
He only managed to buy a pair of leather boots after such a long time, which made his heart ache because it cost him forty gold moores.
Were they for nobles? He didn't feel any different from his previous pair of boots when he put them on.
It was very likely that they were expensive because of the word 'trendy' that Angelina mentioned.
He still had less than two hundred gold moores left, and he still had to feed his sister and Suzanne. He couldn't afford to delay any longer.
Angelina and Glace didn't lack money, but he didn't want to ask them for it. As a man, he had strong male chauvinism and didn't want to live off a woman.
"How do I get money?" Locke scratched his head and looked at Angie, who was competing with the tree not far away.
The little scorpiondrake was already a few months old. It had grown from the size of half a square meter to the size of a millstone. Its pincers had become sharper and the colour of the poisonous stinger on its back had become darker.
Now, Locke had to be more careful when fighting it. He didn't mind getting scratched by its pincers and claws, but he was worried about the black poisonous stinger. Angelina told him that Angie could poison at least a mid-rank Knecht to death.
Low-rank Knechts were quite resistant to impetus. Ever since he started practising impetus, he hadn't suffered a single serious illness or disaster. Some foods that were highly toxic to ordinary people could only cause diarrhea to Locke.
With impetus circulating throughout his body, Locke could observe his body's condition in real time.
What he saw now was the poisonous stinger on Angie's tail. To be more precise, he could see the venom in the stinger.
The little scorpion dragon, Angie, was still struggling with the big tree when it suddenly shivered. The instinct it inherited from the depths of its genes warned it that something bad was about to happen.
Seeing that Locke was slowly walking towards it, the crystal scorpiondrake lifted its pincers and stomped on the ground with its flexible claws, ready to leave.
It had grown up with Locke's vicious beatings over the past few months. In the entire mansion, the person it feared the most was probably the demon king.
Seeing that he was walking towards it, Angie thought that Locke was going to teach it a lesson again.
As a highly intelligent scorpiondrake, it knew that a wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. Although its venom could work on Locke, it didn't want to fight him. It was already a little afraid.
After a difficult conversation between man and major monster, Angie endured the pain from the poisonous stinger on its tail and ran to Angelina's courtyard in a panic.
It urgently needed its master's comfort and a large amount of food to replenish itself. The venom of scorpiondrake was also a form of energy in its body, so it needed to replenish itself with food.
Locke didn't give it food, but he did give it his fists. It was up to Angie to eat.
Shaking the greenish-brown liquid in his hand, Locke whistled and left the mansion.
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