The venue for the transaction was provided by the auction house. Since the middle-aged man had completed the transaction, he bade farewell to Locke and left immediately.
Locke wasn't in a hurry to leave the room. Instead, he took out a cliff-edge grass and handed it to Billie. "Thank you for helping me!" Locke looked at her with a burning gaze.
Whether it was the longsword he was using now, the froststeel armour and cliff-edge grass that he bought today, none of this would have happened without Billie. No matter who had been kind to him over the years, Locke would always remember them.
"My family doesn't have any impetus practitioners. I don't have any use for this cliff-edge grass," said Billie with a smile.
"Then you can sell it for money." Locke shoved the wooden box of cliff-edge grass into Billie's hand.
He didn't believe that a large family like Billie's wouldn't have any impetus practitioners.
Billie hesitated for a moment before she clenched the wooden box in her hand. "Alright, I'll exchange it for money, but we'll split it in half! You're not allowed to refuse! "
Hearing this, Locke nodded speechlessly.
The auction was over and Locke had gotten what he wanted. There was no point in staying here any longer. Locke's physique didn't seem to be affected by being underground for too long, but Billie's face was a little pale.
It wasn't because she was injured, but because of the lack of sunlight. Casters with weak physiques and powerful abilities couldn't adapt to the environment as well as knights of the same rank.
Locke didn't go anywhere else after the auction was over and went straight home.
Angelina only returned home in the evening.
"A mid-rank Lehrling?" Locke stared at her in surprise.
"Yes, Grandmeisterin Parlina has prepared everything for me." Angelina didn't dare to look at Locke.
Grandmeisterin Parlina was Angelina's grandmeisterin, the strict old lady whom he'd met twice in Imperial College's caster faculty.
He was a Magister, and the first Magister Locke had gotten to know up close.
Since the grandmeisterin had made preparations for Angelina, it was almost certain that she would be promoted to a mid-rank Lehrling.
A mid-level apprentice less than 20 years old? Angelina's potential alone was enough to prove that she could become a high-rank Lehrling in the future. Therefore, she could go to the Sanctum that she had always yearned for.
"When?" Locke asked in a low voice.
"Two months later." Angelina gave him an exact date. Her grandmeisterin had already prepared all the materials needed for the advancement of low-rank Lehrlings. Moreover, the supplementary potions had minimal side effects. Angelina's advancement this time was a win-win situation.
"I understand," Locke replied.
He already had a hunch that after Angelina became a mid-rank Lehrling, they would be separated for a long time. As for when they would meet again, he didn't ask and Angelina didn't tell him either.
The next day, Locke, who had just returned from the grasslands for less than a week, once again embarked on his journey to complete his trial mission.
In a corner of the stone forest in the eastern province of Zeke, startled birds were flying everywhere.
"Munich Tyrant?" Locke covered the wound on his arm and took out his longsword to stab a giant, two-metre-long bird major monster with a strange flat head.
The longsword slashed across the Tyrant's head until its neck was cut open. The major monster didn't move an inch; it seemed to be dead.
More than half of Locke's body was injured. There were abrasions and scratches everywhere. The wound on his arm was the deepest. It was nearly four centimetres deep and the bones in his arm could be seen.
The froststeel armour didn't manage to block the Tyrant's counterattack before it died. Locke's inner armour only protected his body, not his limbs.
"It's a major monster with a bounty of 1200 gold moores after all. Ahem, it's a bit strong." Locke covered his arm and coughed out two drops of blood.
The Tyrant was one of the strongest mid-rank major monsters. It was a powerful major monster that could break through to become a high-rank major monster. Few knights in the mission hall would choose to take on this mission.
Under normal circumstances, even high-rank knights would hate to meet such powerful major monsters that could fly.
Locke was only a mid-rank Knecht, but he wanted to kill this major monster to improve himself.
If he couldn't find a Light, Water, or Plant Magician to treat his arm in time, it was very likely that it would suffer from severe side effects. It was even possible that it would be crippled.
He took out a wooden box from his spatial ring and opened it, revealing five blood-red granules.
Although they were only the size of a grain of rice, they exuded a strong stench of blood that was comparable to that of the recently deceased Tyrant.
These were blood essences that Locke had divided into one gram.
Locke swallowed one of them and immediately closed the box. If it was exposed to the air for too long, the effects of the blood essences would be greatly reduced.
Blood essences that were used to break through to mid-rank knights were surprisingly effective in healing wounds. Not long after Locke swallowed them, his entire body was already red. The hematopoietic mechanism in his spinal cord seemed to have multiplied in an instant.
Copious amounts of blood flowed out from Locke's wound, but it soon turned into scabs and solidified.
Locke, who was seriously injured just now, had more than half of his wounds scabbed over in a short period of time.
The injury on his arm was the most serious. It was caused by a desperate peck from the Tyrant that was trying to escape.
With the help of the blood essences, the four-centimetre-deep wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few minutes, Locke could already stretch his arm.
Locke didn't stay in this place for long after recovering. Their battle, the stench of blood from the Tyrant Owl's death, and the powerful vitality produced by the blood essences had all attracted the attention of powerful major monsters nearby.
Locke hurriedly packed up his spoils and took out the map from his spatial ring.
"Next stop, the bramble fish at Barna Falls?" Locke murmured.
He draped a hood over his head to hide his figure and the blood essences that were exuding from his body. Locke ran out of the stone forest, where his carriage was parked.
As he ran, Locke could clearly feel the surging blood essences in his body and the slowly increasing impetus vortex in his body. The power of the blood essences was being unleashed. ()
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