Chapter 84: The Weathered Knight

【Enchanted Wizardry Path: Combat power is rapidly formed. Experience the thrill of fist-to-flesh combat. Abandon logical thinking. Discard mathematical knowledge. Our iron fists can conquer everything.】

“It seems this path is better suited for me right now. I should focus on surviving first.” Sulu thought this, then focused his will and chose the Enchanted Wizardry Path.

“Enchanted Martial Arts: Daina Steel Fist Style? That sounds like a woman’s name. Is this the only style available right now?” Sulu pondered while studying the Enchanted Martial Arts page on the fourth page.

【Notice: You are not a Mid-level Wizard Apprentice and cannot learn this.】

Sulu looked at the notice, then at his Wizard level: Lesser Wizard Apprentice.

“It seems Enchanted Martial Arts is not an option for now.”

His Grimoire had already changed. The spell exchange list only had a limited number of Lesser Spells remaining, such as the Minimal Meditation spell and Localized Fortification.

【Hint: For an Enchanted Wizard, simplicity is power!】

Sulu earnestly studied the Grimoire, his eyes reflecting a determined greed. These all belong to me!

Meanwhile, the mirror image Ace, after observing Sulu’s choice, switched to another contractor. Most Monster Hunters chose the Enchanted Path, while a few chose the Academic Wizardry Path.

The mirror image Ace browsed without expression. Unlike the meticulously selected teenagers within the fortress, who were all forced onto the Academic Wizardry Path, the Monster Hunters were a wide net cast primarily to enrich the Enchanted Martial Arts and serve as the outer thugs for the future Wizard organization.

“These Enchanted Wizard Apprentices are a mixed bag. Their self-restraint is low. They will require significant filtering.”

Just as the mirror image Ace was musing, his eyes suddenly focused. He saw a bizarre sight and a few familiar faces.

An average-looking contractor was killed by a dilapidated knight. This contractor had meditated for several days, greatly enhancing his physical functions, but still met an unfortunate end.

Ace scrolled through the previous records. The events gradually became clear.

“Hand over all your Gold Thales and valuable goods!” The average-looking contractor, wielding a heavy iron hammer, blocked a caravan, surrounded by several Monster Hunters, their expressions hostile.

A few guards from the caravan charged forward but were smashed into small pancakes by the average-looking contractor’s hammer after only a few rounds.

Borg, the caravan boss, turned green. Due to the rampant dark worshipers in the north, he saw a huge business opportunity: the Northern March would certainly be short on grain and meat.

He had purchased a large amount of salted fish from Cimali Port, bribed Pontos’s priest Ma’er, and, with the help of the Merfolk Mulen, crossed the sea to the Monster Wilderness of the Northern March.

He hadn’t expected to evade the dark worshipers only to fall prey to the “jackals” of the Monster Wilderness.

His eyes darted nervously. Sweat streamed down his face. I concede!

“Brave warrior, your strength has utterly convinced us. Please don’t take everything from us. Leave us half. We can have a long-term relationship.” Borg tried his best to use his glib tongue, hoping not to lose everything.

“You have no choice!” the average-looking contractor said arrogantly. “Give me all your valuables, and I will let you live. Otherwise…”

“How can you be like this!” Donna couldn’t help but whisper loudly.

The average-looking contractor had extraordinary hearing. Following the sound, he spotted Donna in the caravan and charged straight at her.

“The little girl is quite fiery. She’s perfect for me. Let your grandpa have a taste, hahaha!”

Boom!

Just as Donna despaired, a single rider broke through the line!

A huge cavalry lance, three meters long, accompanied the charge of a knight wearing dilapidated plate armor, stabbing the average-looking contractor in the back!

The average-looking man sensed the danger. Although his physical attributes exceeded those of an ordinary person in all aspects, he was merely a rookie Wizard Apprentice who had just learned the Minimal Meditation spell.

He rolled awkwardly but effectively, dodging the fatal blow, but losing an arm in the process.

“Ah!”

The average-looking contractor cried out in pain, his face twisted. He roared and charged the dilapidated knight.

The dilapidated knight raised his lance and urged his mount forward, easily evading the contractor’s attack.

He charged straight at another “jackal,” holding the lance horizontally. A headless corpse fell.

After a few more charges, he had wiped out the “jackals” completely, leaving only the average-looking contractor chasing the knight in despair.

The knight suddenly took off his slightly dented iron helmet. His weathered, handsome face was tinged with melancholy and sorrow.

He roared: “Charge! This enemy is worthy of a fight!”

He leveled his lance, charging straight at the average-looking man.

The clumsy average-looking man used his iron hammer to block but was immediately thrown into the air by the lance.

However, the tip of the knight’s lance immediately shattered. He tossed the lance aside and drew a sharp knight’s longsword from his back.

“Come on, you filthy jackal!”

The knight, with a fearless aura, thrust his sword through the average-looking man’s throat.

The average-looking man made gurgling sounds, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness, before leaving the world forever.

The dilapidated knight dismounted cleanly, picked up the helmet and the iron hammer. He tucked the helmet under his arm and hung the iron hammer on the side of his horse.

He shook his golden, wavy long hair and looked at the surviving Donna with melancholy eyes. He sheathed his longsword, extended his hand to take Donna’s, and performed a standard knight’s hand-kissing ritual.

“Beautiful lady, I am Ancestar, a knight from the Northern City-State of Norton. I hope these bandits have not disturbed you.”

Ancestar spoke elegantly, an act that, amidst the corpses of the “jackals,” made him incredibly charming in Donna’s eyes.

Ancestar did not linger. He picked up the shattered lance, hung it on the side of his horse, mounted his steed, and, to the sound of clopping hooves, turned and disappeared.

“So world-weary! So handsome! I’m in love!”

Donna clutched Borg’s arm and said dreamily.

“My dear Donna, you said the same thing last time. However, the knight is truly noble and selfless.”

Borg, still holding the money bag he hadn’t had time to offer and the unsaid thanks, replied to Donna perfunctorily.

Meanwhile, Ancestar rode further and further away. He suddenly looked back. After confirming the caravan people were out of sight, he clutched his chest and let out a painful groan.

“Why did I act so noble? I am so poor I don’t even have clean underwear! I should have hinted to the caravan boss. At least he could have given me a new lance.”

He picked up the iron hammer and weighed it in his hand.

“Well, this iron hammer is sturdy. It should at least buy me a new lance tip.”

Just then, the mirror image Ace, who had been observing the entire time, quickly started operating his interface.

He had already noticed an anomaly through the Grimoire in Ancestar’s hand. This dilapidated knight had achieved Mental Overdrive, and his entire mental field was very unique.

Ace didn’t know how to describe it, but it was certainly distinctive and required forging a covenant to add him to the experimental guinea pig queue, the mirror image Ace thought.

The iron hammer in Ancestar’s hand suddenly liquefied. It flowed up his arm, forming a hexagram imprint on his bicep.

The pre-set Illusion Spell activated. Ancestar’s vision went dark. Everything around him disappeared. Even with his wide experience, he felt a moment of panic.

“Which honored Divine Descendant is playing a prank?”

“Ancestar!” A golden giant, holding a greatsword, rose from the darkness, radiating an intense golden light that made Ancestar’s eyes hurt.

Ancestar shielded his eyes with his hand, observing the golden giant through the gaps between his fingers. He said, “Honorable Sir, did you bring me here?”

There was no response. Just as Ancestar felt confused, a giant scale rose from the ground. He and the giant sat at the opposite ends of the scale.

“Ancestar, the pioneer of the path of Magic, the Torch-Bearer, shall formalize a pact with you!”