Jines did not say anything else. After treating his new wounds, she told Thales to rest well and promised that she would 'return his life to normal' the next day. Then, she left his room.
But that night, Thales still did not sleep well.
His experiences over the past few days were too complicated and bizarre.
The thrilling events in Red Street Market, the shocking secrets in Mindis Hall, and the desperate struggle to survive in Vine Manor had exhausted him, who had overused his brain.
To make matters worse, even at this stage, Thales still could not get used to the soft bed beneath him. It was as if his habit of 'falling asleep as soon as he touched the pillow' from his previous life had disappeared without a trace.
'Sigh.' Thales rolled his eyes.
After baking countless pancakes, he habitually rolled off the bed, walked to his' special spot 'in the corner, and curled up to lie down.
'As expected, hard ones suit me better.' Thales licked his lips.
Two days ago, at this time, he was still worrying about the safety of the other five child beggars in Abandoned House and brewing his great escape plan.
After that, his life was full of upheavals. He was like a rootless duckweed in the wind, struggling desperately in this world full of malice and misfortune, doing everything he could to survive.
'I just want to live well.'
'But with this identity …' Thales looked at the top of the fireplace. In the dim inner room, he could vaguely see a huge nine-pointed star pattern.
'Live well, be a free man, and so on.' Thales sighed deeply. 'It's probably just wishful thinking.
'Moreover …'
Thales raised his right hand with a dull gaze. Under the moonlight, he looked at the wound covered by bandages.
'What kind of power is this?' Thales recalled the instant explosion and light when he unlocked Ralf's shackles.
'And that loli vampire.' Thales felt a lingering fear when he remembered her mummified appearance and the two almost invisible round holes on his neck.
And now, Thales was also sure that the memories from his previous life that flashed back in his mind were not fragments. 'What kind of memories could support me to suddenly burst forth with extraordinary energy and willpower during the most dangerous moments?'
In the fifth year since he transmigrated, Thales was disappointed to find that his doubts and puzzlement towards this world did not decrease. In fact, they increased.
Thales was still woken up under the blanket and on the bed. He did not know who stuffed him back in his sleep.
However, the atmosphere today was obviously different.
The first person to wake him up was Jines. She patiently explained to the flustered Thales how to wear the clothes that belonged to nobles. Secondly, his breakfast had changed from bread and beef to delicious cakes and milk. The guards in the hall were busy, carrying items that had just arrived today into the hall.
Then, Gilbert appeared with a solemn expression and informed him that Thales' private, customized lessons would start at nine in the morning and last until nine in the evening.
This made Thales truly feel that his daily life was now completely different. This was because the first class in the morning was already filled with content that he had never come into contact with before.
"After the events of the past few days, after careful consideration and careful decision, young Sir Thales …"
After breakfast, Thales was led by Jines to the backyard of Mindis Hall. On an empty space that had been cleared out and was covered with soft sand, Gilbert Caso leaned on his exquisite staff and stood in front of a dazzling weapon rack, sword targets, arrow targets, sandbags, hitching posts, and a young horse. Gilbert Caso told Thales in a serious tone, "That's right.
"We believe that you urgently need basic training in fighting skills and self-defense skills. A child who grew up by Lord Mahn's side should naturally be proficient in horsemanship and basic swordsmanship.
"Rest assured, we, mainly Madam Jines, will ensure that the training will not affect your existing wounds."
'What?'
Thales took a deep breath. He was surprised to see Jines take a step forward and say to him coldly,
"Don't be surprised, child. Morning is the best time for physical training. Since you are the future heir of Constellation, you must naturally have a body that can bear this heavy burden.
"And I will ensure this."
Thales looked at Jines' mature figure under the morning sun. She was dressed in the elegant attire of a female court official. He looked at the empty surroundings and scratched his head.
"Why isn't Yodel teaching me? He seems to be very powerful." The image of the secret protector's swift body movement technique that allowed him to move through the city surfaced in Thales' mind.
"Are you expecting a supreme class elite, who is rare in the entire kingdom, to teach a newbie the most basic things?" Gilbert, who was at the side, took over the conversation. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Also, please believe me, Yodel's method does not suit your identity and characteristics."
Thales nodded, not really understanding. "What is supreme class?"
At this moment, Jines clapped her hands and walked to the center of the field. She crooked her finger at Thales.
"Gilbert will explain this theoretical knowledge to you during training."
Now, attack me with all your might! I want to evaluate your existing foundation. "
Thales stared dumbly at Jines, who had her hands behind her back and was standing still in the field until she urged him again.
'Alright, training and leveling up. Isn't this what the seniors love the most?' The boy finally exhaled. He thought about it and decided not to pull out his dagger.
In the next second, Thales charged towards Jines with the street skills of a qualified child beggar.
"Combat is the oldest and most long-standing skill in human history."
Jines did not even move her leg to support herself. She easily tripped Thales, who was charging too hard.
* Bang! *
Gilbert then slowly began his explanation.
"The history of humans is a history of continuous battles against other races and against ourselves.
"Thousands of years ago, in the battle for the right to live in the world, humans gradually summarized the skills and rules of using weapons or bare-handed combat."
Thales was tripped for the second time. He fell on the training field with his face covered in dirt.
"Compared to other races, humans, whose physical attributes were much lower, relied on mastering these skills and skills to win against the strong, to fight against the strong, to fight against the strong, and to fight against the strong.
"A long time later, among the warriors who mastered superb skills in battle, a portion of them awakened powers that even humans could not imagine in their bodies.
"Those powers have endowed human beings with choices other than 'struggle' and 'resistance' in the world. Different powers have endowed them with different advantages, ranging from extraordinary speed to agile reactions, to superb insight, to extraordinary strength, and so on.
This time, Thales nimbly dodged Jines' tripping leg and cleverly grabbed her high boots. However, he was immediately kicked down by Jines' ingenious strength.
"These humans, who were a level above them, relied on these powers to ride rare warhorses and lead skilled warriors into the dangerous world.
"These were the earliest batch of 'knights'." Gilbert heaved a deep sigh. He watched the disheveled Thales fall on the ground for the fourth time and continued, "And the powers they awakened to were collectively known as' Extraordinary Power '.
"Today, after the Final War, people, especially swordsmen, like to call it 'Final Force'.
"It was also because of the appearance of 'Extraordinary Power' that the world first had a division of powers. We used to call those warriors who were skilled in battle and who could use their fighting skills' ordinary class'.
"As for those who have mastered supernatural powers or powers that are equivalent to them, their control and observation skills are meticulous and peerless. They have already surpassed the limits of mortals, so …" When he said this, Gilbert's eyes shone brilliantly.
"We call them 'supra class'."
"Enough!"
Jines raised her left hand and stopped Thales, who was unwilling to give up and wanted to continue charging forward. She pushed him down on the sand.
"He is quick-witted, good at dodging, and knows how to exert his strength to the greatest extent. However, his body is not fully developed yet. I know what to teach him." Jines exhaled, turned around, and took out two wooden swords and shields from the weapon rack. She threw the smaller one to the flustered Thales.
'It's really heavy.'
Thales strenuously straightened the shield and imitated Jines. He used the leather belt on the back of the wooden shield to tie the shield to his left hand. However, he immediately realized that this posture placed a great burden on one of his shoulders.
Thales grabbed the wooden sword with his right hand. 'Damn, compared to JC's dagger, this wooden sword is as heavy as the water tank in the Abandoned House!'
"Turn your body sideways. Place your left foot in front and your right foot behind! When you are defending, place your center of gravity behind you. When you are attacking, place your center of gravity forward!
Raise your shield and aim it at your enemy! Use it as your center of gravity and protect your chest! " Jines' words suddenly became cold and strict. "No matter when, raise the shield in your left hand high up!
"There are only two situations where you can put it down. You die, or the enemy dies!"
Thales raised his left arm with great difficulty. Soon, he felt sore.
"Swing your right arm. Use the sword as your second forearm. Use your shield and the weight of the center of gravity in the front of your body to swing it like a whip!"
Thales, who was already panting from exhaustion, raised the sword in his right hand shakily. He tried his best to swing it left and right while he heard Gilbert's words.
At that moment, Count Caso's words were filled with nostalgia and reverence, "Aha, the Northland Military Sword Style, which has a long history, Sword Arts of the Northland Military."
"In the bards' poems, it is the mortal's last weapon, the knight's sturdy body, the northern ice and snow barrier, and the orcs' nemesis on the battlefield."
His next words made Thales widen his eyes.
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