In the morning, before the sun had fully risen, the students of The School of Sword Arts had already rushed to the training grounds, yawning.
There were still four and a half months before the Prefectural Selection, and most of the students of The School of Sword Arts were planning to sign up. A few of the older students, like Ogden, who had participated in the Prefectural Selection multiple times, had been training extra hard these days. They would only go to bed after midnight.
This was also because the Nurturing Technique did not harm the body, and the principle was to adapt to the intensity of the exercise. Therefore, they could train for a long time every day.
After a while, Kyle also walked out of the house. He coughed a few times, and everyone started to train under his guidance.
Just as he had said, Teacher Kyle seemed to be getting busier and busier, and the amount of time he spent giving pointers was getting shorter and shorter. However, his spirit was getting more and more energetic, like a rusty longsword that had regained its luster.
About an hour later, the morning training ended, and everyone walked towards the canteen. The food for The School of Sword Arts' canteen was prepared and prepared by a female chef hired by Kyle.
Breakfast was two pieces of black bread the size of a fist, and lunch was a piece of pork the size of a baby's palm, along with a bowl of wild vegetables and a piece of bread. Breakfast and lunch cost a total of four copper coins.
Most of the commoners only ate breakfast and lunch, skipping on dinner.
Fang Xingjian also walked towards the canteen. Some of the students beside him also took out their own rations. They could not bear to eat breakfast in The School of Sword Arts. Fang Xingjian could not bear to either, but it was impossible for him to cook for himself or to eat out. The former was too time-consuming, and the latter was more expensive.
After receiving two pieces of black bread from the female chef, Fang Xingjian chewed on it casually. This black bread was a mixture of the husk and germ of the wheat that had been crushed during the grinding process. It had a poor texture, and it tasted coarse, with a hint of sourness.
Although the food was coarse, it was filling and nutritious, and easier to digest. It was considered the most common food for the poor.
Fang Xingjian finished the black bread in his hands in two or three bites, but he still felt like he had not had enough. It was obvious that he was not full yet. For people like them who trained their bodies, they naturally had high requirements for food.
It could be said that if they could eat chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, and fruits every day, the effects of their training would be enhanced.
But they really did not have the money …
Fang Xingjian looked to his left and right. Most of the apprentices were wolfing down the bread in their hands, and then revealed a look of longing for more.
An apprentice who started cultivating at the age of seven or eight would spend most of their time practicing martial arts. It could be said that not only would it not increase the family's income, but it would also be a huge burden.
Therefore, the students here treasured their food a lot.
On the other hand, not only did the descendants of nobles and Knights train every day without any worries, they also received the guidance of famous teachers and were able to obtain a large amount of nutrition from food. In terms of physical attributes, they were far superior to ordinary acolytes.
'If only I had a little more …' Fang Xingjian thought to himself.
Just then, Vivian had unknowingly walked up to Fang Xingjian. She held onto half a piece of black bread and said, "Senior Fang, there's too much. I won't be able to finish it. You should eat it."
Gulping, Fang Xingjian eventually shook his head and said, "There's no need."
"It's fine." Vivian smiled, and it was as if a warm ray of sunlight had shone onto Fang Xingjian's chest. She stuffed the black bread into his hands and said, "Eat it."
Fang Xingjian knew that he needed to become stronger and take revenge within five years. Therefore, he could not let go of any chance to grow stronger. He looked at the black bread in his hands and hesitated for a moment. At the next moment, his hunger overcame his pride, and he started wolfing down the bread.
At the same time, he mumbled, "This afternoon, I'll guide you on the Eagle Sword Technique."
Vivian's eyes lit up, "Thank you, thank … thank you, Senior Brother."
Fang Xingjian did not say much, but he thought to himself, 'Although I've been spending the night under the bridge every day, just the food alone has almost used up all the money I have left. It's time to think of some ways to earn money.'
However, while he was still thinking about how to earn money, a commotion suddenly broke out in the training grounds.
A golden-haired young man was standing in front of Master Kyle. The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His brilliant golden hair shone dazzlingly under the sunlight. His handsome face, coupled with his exquisite flannel clothes, made him the Prince Charming in the eyes of all the female acolytes. And the silver-plated longsword at his waist was so stimulating that the eyes of the commoner boys turned red.
However, compared to the eye-catching golden-haired young man, what attracted more attention was the muscular man standing beside him, chatting with Kyle. The man had the same black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin as Fang Xingjian. It was clear that he was a westerner in this world, and not a native of the Empire.
However, westerners were not rare in the Empire. Compared to his appearance, what attracted more attention was the azure suit he was wearing.
"Is that a Knight's attire?" a student exclaimed.
A Knight's attire was made from the feathers of a dragon bird, the tendons of a blazing unicorn, and the scales of a caribou. Every Knight's attire was meticulously made by the country's armory, and only those who passed the Empire's Prefectural Selection and became Knights could get one.
Every Knight's attire had the ability to repel fire and arrows, and was as light as a feather, yet impenetrable by swords and spears. It could be said to be a top-grade protective treasure, and had become the heirlooms of many families. This was the case even though anyone other than a Knight would be sentenced to death if they wore it.
This was because of the identity that this attire represented — Knight. Every year, they would emerge from the various regions' Prefectural Selections, selected from thousands of people, and become the top ten. They were the true geniuses.
Looking at the Knight before them, or rather, the Knight's attire he was wearing, many of the apprentices present had a burning look in their eyes.
Second Martial Brother Lambert clenched his fist and thought to himself, 'This time around, I must pass the Prefectural Selection and become a Knight.'
'Knight … Knight.' Eldest Martial Brother Ogden clenched his teeth and became even more determined. 'I must become a Knight. As long as I become a Knight, I'll be exempted from military service and taxes, and have land. Big Brother will no longer be a bachelor, and Dad and Mom won't sell Little Sister …'
After becoming a Knight, one would be exempted from military service and taxes, and would be rewarded with land by the country. From then on, one would be able to focus on practicing martial arts, and would no longer be distracted by the chores of life. What was even more impressive was that when a Knight committed a crime, they would have to be judged by the Royal Knight Association. Ordinary officials did not even have the right to judge them.
Fang Xingjian looked at the Knight before him, but what he was thinking was not the superiority of his status. 'This guy, has he completed the first transition?'
Unlike the Warriors in Demonic City who went through their job transitions through magic prints, Fang Xingjian had already found out how the people in this world went through their job transitions during this period of time.
At level 9, level 19, and level 29, they would reach the bottleneck. They would no longer be able to gain any experience through reading, learning, training, or killing monsters.
Only by entering the secret realm would they be able to break through the bottleneck and go through the job transition.
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