Half a year later, Locke took out all the potions that could help him improve before the end of his first semester of classes.
"Will-condensing potion, strengthening potion, and moferris potion." There were three potions in front of him. There was only one of the first and third potions, and two of the strengthening potion.
He had been saving the will-condensing potion since his service in Falcon. This kind of auxiliary potion was mainly used for casters to make breakthroughs in mental power. It was authenticated in the army, but Locke only had this one potion.
The moferris potion was given to him by the black-faced instructor when he came in third place in horsemanship.
It seemed that the Ritter knew what Locke needed at the moment. Locke, who had learned a lot in the library, knew that this potion was specially used to help low-rank Knechts make breakthroughs.
The strengthening potion was obtained by Locke himself. It was a potion used by the higher-ups in Faustian, and Locke had to rely on his identity as a member of the diplomatic mission to get his hands on a few.
However, there was a limit of three strengthening potions. After that, it would be useless. Locke still had one more chance.
Compared to when he broke through to a low-rank Knecht, the effect of this potion wasn't as obvious.
As for why he prepared two of them, it was because this potion was best applied externally and taken orally, so Locke had to be fully prepared.
In addition to these three main potions, there were also several auxiliary potions next to them, all provided by Angelina.
Although Locke said that he didn't like to rely on women, and that was what he did, the truth was always unsatisfactory.
Whether it was Angelina or Locke himself, they both knew what it meant to advance to a Knecht. No one wanted to fail at this critical juncture because of some male chauvinism.
"At most, I'll treat her well in the future." Locke pursed his lips and remembered the scene of Angelina forcing a bunch of potions into his arms before he entered the training room. A warm feeling welled up in his heart.
This training room was specially opened under the courtyard. With enough manpower and magical spells from Mages, it was very easy to set up this training room.
After taking a deep breath, Locke sat cross-legged.
First, he obtained the will-condensing potion. This potion mainly worked on mental power for him to break through to a mid-rank Knecht. It was also the most potent of the three potions.
As a soldier, Locke's first choice was naturally the strongest one.
He tilted his head back and swallowed it. Before the pungent, spicy smell reached his lungs, the first thing that came to his mind was, "Will I be able to practice magic because of this?"
Before he could immerse himself in his naive fantasy, he felt as if his brain was being pricked by needles.
His eyes were bloodshot and his temples were throbbing. He immediately took out two blue potions and one orange potion from the pile of assorted supplementary potions. They could alleviate his pain and speed up the absorption of the will-condensing potion.
Angelina was standing outside the training room, waiting for him to come out.
At first, she didn't agree with Locke's decision to advance so early. He was still young and only 20 years old. Not to mention in Faustian, he was already very strong in the Aomar Empire. There was no need for him to rush.
There were many knights older than him who were still low-rank Knechts or even beginner-rank Knechts.
On the other side, Glace and the others were also waiting outside.
Angelina was the nominal owner of the mansion, but Glace and the others hadn't spoken to her for a long time. Apart from the fact that she was the person he cared about the most right now, Angelina's identity as a Faustian princess also created a gap between them and Glace.
Lia, who had always been inconspicuous, was the most anxious one among them.
Lia had been talking to Locke less and less ever since she left Faustian. Apart from the women he had to share his energy with, the classes at Perseverance Academy were also very heavy.
Basically, the communication between Locke and his sister only stopped at greeting each other before dinner and occasionally chatting.
This was due to Locke's negligence. Glace and the others still had each other, so they wouldn't be too bored. Angelina could even study magic day and night. Lia, on the other hand, had no one to talk to after she arrived in Aomar.
Fortunately, after arranging classes for Lia, she met new classmates and learned new knowledge in the new school, which reduced her boredom and boredom.
However, Lia still hadn't forgotten why she went abroad to follow Locke here.
Rather than saying that it was Locke Senior and Tia's matchmaking, it was more like Lia's encouragement for him.
"I hope you can come out safely." Lia put her palms together and prayed sincerely.
Under normal circumstances, the consequences of failing to advance weren't very serious. At most, one's strength would regress and their lifespan would be reduced by a little. Also, it would make the future advancement process more difficult.
All these disadvantages would become more and more serious as they grew older.
Fortunately, Locke was only twenty years old. Even if he failed this time, he could still try again.
Locke told himself that he couldn't fail!
In the training room, Locke's body was red and his strong muscles were bulging. Beads of sweat dripped to the ground under his perfect lines.
A cloud of white mist evaporated from his head. This was a manifestation of the extreme circulation of Qi and blood in his body.
Most of the potion bottles on the ground had been emptied, and some were even broken. This showed how much pressure Locke had been under when he took the potions.
The auxiliary potions that could alleviate his pain didn't have much of a protective effect on him. It still hurt as much as it should.
Pieces of damaged tissue from the torn meridians and muscles appeared on Locke's abdominal muscles. This was a clear sign that his body had reached its limit. The chaotic impetus had rushed into various parts of his body because there wasn't a large enough impetus vortex to contain it.
The damage caused to the body was permanent. If Locke didn't succeed in the end, it would become a huge obstacle for his next breakthrough. It was also the foreshadowing of the short lifespan of most Knechts.
He reached for the last greyish-white potion — Moferris Potion. Knowing how to use it, Locke first applied some to his joints and the damaged parts of his meridians. Finally, he put the rest under his tongue.
In addition to aiding a Knecht's breakthrough, this potion also had the function of repairing damaged joints and tissues. It was very valuable, and Locke really had to thank his instructor.
All the preparations were done. Locke closed his eyes and began to circulate Falconim over and over again.
Falconim was a wind-attribute impetus that could give the user additional agility. All of this wasn't obvious for low-rank Knechts, and only mid-rank Knechts and above could show its true strength.
Locke was sweating all over in the training room. He tirelessly tried to break through the bottleneck. It could take an hour, two hours, or even a night. Locke was desperate to break through the bottleneck.
Two weeks later.
"Hey! Locke, do you want to join the academy's mission during the holidays? "Henry suddenly asked while walking.
"No, I've already formed a team." Locke, who seemed to have grown a little taller, straightened his back and walked on the way to the canteen.
"Oh, okay!" Henry nodded dejectedly. "It seems that I'm going to disappoint Lisa."
Lisa was also a Knecht from Perseverance Academy. She was a second-year student like them, and Henry and Lisa had been very close these days.
"As a man, you have to believe in your own strength." Locke gave him a helpless expression.
"Come on, no matter how strong I am, can I be compared to you? You're one of the few mid-rank Knechts in our grade! "Henry looked enviously at the guy who was already half a head taller than him.
After breaking through to mid-rank Knecht, Locke measured his height and didn't expect to grow a few centimetres taller. He was now 1.79 metres tall, infinitely close to 1.8 metres. He was considered tall among the students of Perseverance Academy.
The mission that Henry was talking about was the mission that the Princeton Royal Academy would give to all the students during the holidays. The academy was established by the Aomar royals, so it was only natural that they had to serve the Aomar Empire. The students were the biggest source of labor for the academy.
Because Locke was one of the few second-year Knechts who had broken through to mid-rank Knechts, he was given the opportunity to carry out the mission with the students from the caster faculty.