The next day, in the early morning, there were light footsteps outside the door.
A middle-aged maid gently pushed open the door, holding a broom in her hand, and was about to walk in, but suddenly saw a figure inside.
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, with an uneasy expression on her face: "Lord Athir! Are you back?"
In the spacious room, a young man was sitting quietly in front of a wooden table, holding a light blue rag in his hand and wiping a black sword.
After seeing the maid outside the door, he turned around and looked at her: "Come in."
"Yes!" The maid nodded respectfully, her anxiety slightly relieved, and she walked into the room carefully.
"You've been helping me clean the room while I was away, right?" Athir asked.
Hearing this, the maid was a little confused, but she still nodded and said, "Yes."
After a while, Athir continued to ask her a few questions, then stood up and took out a few gold coins from the side and put them on the table: "These are your rewards for this period of time. When you go out, remember to ask someone to bring me some breakfast!"
Looking at the gold coins in front of her, the maid was delighted. She quickly bowed to Athir, took the gold coins on the table, and then walked out.
When her figure gradually disappeared from Athir's sight, Athir stood up and said to himself thoughtfully: "A total of eight days have passed. It seems that the speed of time in the two worlds should be similar. I have to pay more attention in the future."
He stood there silently for a while until the sound of footsteps continued outside the door.
"Athir! My brother!" A bold and familiar voice came from outside the door.
Under Athir's gaze, Elhua, the second son of Count Bolia, walked over from a distance.
He was wearing a red shirt, with a long sword on his waist, and his clothes were neatly arranged. At this time, with a sincere smile on his face, he walked quickly towards Athir.
Seeing the other person approaching, Athir had to smile kindly: "Elhua, why are you here?"
"I just came back two days ago. As soon as I arrived at the castle, I heard the news that you were promoted to knight."
Elhua walked up to Athir, patted his shoulder, and looked at him with concern: "Where have you been all this time? I can't find you anywhere around the castle."
The moment his hand rested on Athir's shoulder, Athir's body tensed up and he instinctively wanted to jump up and push him away.
He reacted quickly, forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, and explained calmly: "I went to the forest for a while."
"Some time ago, I asked the hunters around here to help me collect some materials, so I went out on purpose and just came back now."
Elhua did not doubt this explanation and just smiled and said, "Next time you leave the castle, remember to tell the castle guards. Things are different now than before. The situation around us is a bit chaotic. It is more or less dangerous to stay outside for too long."
Artis nodded, then asked curiously, "Has the situation on the front line reached this point? Even the area around the castle is not safe?"
"That's not the case." Elhua said with a smile: "Although the battle on the front line is still at a stalemate, according to the news received, it is almost over."
"Although most of the orcs have been suppressed, it seems that some small tribes have moved south and sneaked in from the border, wreaking havoc everywhere during this period."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "The group of orcs you and Knight Flar encountered last time should be a group of orcs that have moved south. Now they have all fled into the territory of the northern nobles, causing us a lot of trouble recently."
After saying this, he patted Athir on the shoulder and said, "You should have a good rest here. In two days, there may be an order for you to lead a team to suppress those scattered orcs."
Athir nodded and walked Elhua all the way to the door before stopping.
Two days later, just as Elhua said, after knowing that Athir had returned to the castle, Count Bolia indeed gave an order to transfer Athir out directly.
Early in the morning, Athir rode a white horse and walked quietly to a flat ground outside the castle.
There, a group of warriors had already gathered and were lining up. Among them, Athir saw a familiar figure.
At the front of the team, there was a tall and strong middle-aged knight wearing black armor and a serious expression on his majestic face.
"Lord Fular!"
The moment he saw the middle-aged knight, Athir quickly walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly to the knight.
Hearing the familiar voice, Fular turned around and looked at Athir, with a smile on his face: "Athir, long time no see."
"It's been a long time indeed." Athir said to the other party with a respectful smile on his face.
While speaking, he shouted to the chip in his mind: "Chip, analyze the other party's physical data."
In an instant, the chip in his mind responded to him.
"Name: Fular. Strength: 3.3 (4.7). Agility: 3.1 (4.4). Constitution: 3.3 (4.5)."
Looking at this number, Atier sighed in his heart.
Up to now, more than half a month has passed since the last battle, and the sequelae of the opponent's life seed explosion have not completely disappeared. If the life seed explosion is not taken into account, the opponent's current combat power is not even as good as a newly promoted knight.
To some extent, this also illustrates Count Bolia's predicament. He even had to send out a seriously injured knight, which shows that he really didn't have many people available.
Of course, if it is the same for Fular, Athir is not much better.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 3.5 (5.1). Agility: 3.3 (5). Constitution: 3.7 (5.3)."
This was the result of Athir's previous life seed explosion. Although the data looked better, it was actually more tragic than Fular's.
After all, his physical fitness is much higher than that of his opponent, and the fact that he has fallen into this state is enough to show the seriousness of the consequences.
Thinking of this, Atier silently reached for his waist, took out a black crystal core, and held it tightly in his palm.
The familiar warm current slowly flowed from the crystal core to every part of his body, improving his physical fitness while also accelerating the healing of his injuries.
"It's almost there, it's almost there…"
Walking silently to one side of the team, feeling the changes in his body, Athir muttered to himself.
He had a strong premonition in his heart that when his physical injuries were completely healed, perhaps that would be the time for him to be promoted to Grand Knight.
Starting today, there will be two updates~
(End of this chapter)