He continued to read. Below it were lines of specific meditation content. The method was similar to the Qi Cultivation and Inner Alchemy techniques on Earth. However, he still needed some special herbs to help him. There were three stages before he became a formal Wizard.
Angele finished organizing his belongings. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He put out the oil lamp and lay on his bed.
In the past six months, the baron had used his aunt Maria's family connections to buy a small manor outside of Marua City. But since the Rudin Kingdom was in a state of war, the title of nobility was basically useless. The baron brought more than ten of his subordinates and directly built a mercenary group. They received missions from the Port Union, Mercenary Union, and the governor's office to maintain their livelihood. They had been doing well for the past six months. The baron was now a mid-level knight, so he was quite famous in the mercenary group. After all, a Knight would be qualified to be assigned to a Knight's Domain if they sought refuge with any lord. The baron was also a mid-level knight. A mid-level knight could already plant life energy seeds for outstanding children in the territory, which could greatly increase the number of reserve knights in the territory and the overall battle strength of the territory. This was something every lord would welcome.
He opened the book and read it. It was about his family's situation.
Angele sat in front of the desk. His eyes were closed. His temples were throbbing, and it was very strange. The words on the book on the desk started disappearing, like ink falling into a large basin of clear water. The words quickly melted into the yellowish pages, and nothing could be seen.
The Zero Chip didn't send any warnings of danger.
He shook his head, not knowing what to say.
He picked up the black bag on the bed. It was from his family. There was also a letter in it.
Angele looked at the most basic meditation method. It mentioned that he needed a medicine to assist him — Dead Soul Grass. It was a rare plant that grew in a graveyard. It was similar in shape to an ordinary four-leaf clover, but it was pitch-black in color. One had to have a leaf of the Dead Soul Grass and hold it in his mouth when meditating. Otherwise, no one would be able to sense the existence of the so-called special item. Even the most talented people could not do it.
"Remove 92.15% redundant information. Do you want to start transmitting the remaining content?"
Angele could also see the possible situations that the author might encounter at each stage of the book. He could also see the reactions of people with different mentality levels when reading the book. Everything was written on it. After reading for half an hour, Angele finally saved the entire book into the chip in his brain. This was all thanks to his Retentive Memory A.I. Chip.
Of course, when knights planted their seeds, they would also cause slight damages to themselves. Additionally, the higher the level of the knight who planted the seeds, the stronger the physical quality of the children would be when they became knights in the future. There were even some preparatory knights who were physically comparable to official knights in a certain aspect. Therefore, the feudal lords naturally wanted to support as many knights as possible, and the number and level of knights in their territory also became an important standard to measure whether a feudal lord was powerful or not. Of course, the Baron wasn't willing to submit to others, so he didn't join anyone and built his own mercenary group to take on war missions. The money they earned was also considerable. Although it wasn't as much as when he was in his territory, it wasn't much less. The letter talked about the current situation of the manor, and also mentioned that the Baron had recently received a new mission. He was going to the Anser Plain to escort an important person. There were more than ten mercenary groups that accepted the mission. Only one of them was weaker than the Baron, and the rest were all mid-sized mercenary groups that were much stronger than the Baron's group. It was said that there was a possibility of fighting with the Saladin Empire's cavalry, so the governor offered a high commission.
Angele's body didn't improve at all in the past six months. He was still in the middle of a knight's level. If not for his powerful basic swordsmanship, he would only be an ordinary mid-level Knight, and not a peak Knight. However, his archery skills had improved quite a bit. With the same degree of accuracy, he could now shoot two arrows with one bow. In the academy, most of the students weren't interested in fighting skills like archery and horsemanship. They could only show off during classes, but the training grounds were empty most of the time. Students who didn't have much money would occasionally come here to practice, but most of the time, they would work part-time or do other jobs to make some money. Only a few people like Angele would go to the training grounds every day and use the weapons for free. His archery skills had improved quite a bit over the years. His sword skills were getting smoother as well.
Angele sighed in relief and calmed down. From the tone of this sentence, it seemed that this book had passed the dangerous stage.
The stage names were written in numbers: level 1, level 2, level 3. According to the records above, Sorcerers had an extremely precise and precise attitude towards all vague things. Naturally, they also had a very precise classification system for their own mental strength to measure the level of a Sorcerer. All Wizards were great scholars, and most of them had a strict attitude towards research. They were used to calculating everything accurately. They wanted to make sure that their mentality was stable. This book was no exception.
Angele opened the package and found some daily necessities inside. There was a white towel, some parchment paper for writing, a new ink bottle, a quill, and a brown leather dagger. There was a diamond-shaped black crystal on one side of the dagger's sheath. It looked very beautiful.
According to the book, the Dead Soul Grass would only appear in cemeteries with a lot of dead people, but there weren't many of them. The cemetery in Marua Harbor was located in the Red Rock Mountain in the west of the city. It was the barren mountain where all the dead people were buried. There should be Dead Soul Grass there. Angele thought about the plan for the next day and fell asleep.
'Start.'
A while later. Angele slowly opened his eyes. 'Is this the so-called meditation technique? Feel the special things in nature and take the initiative to get close to them. These things must be things that can bring people different feelings. If you can feel them, you'll be considered a potential Wizard. If you can guide them with your will, you'll be considered an absolute talent. The talent can be judged by how fast you guide them and how many special things you can feel. This is really … '
'Start simplifying the content.' Zero started simplifying the content under Angele's order.
Angele put the book away. Without the Dead Soul Grass, he couldn't meditate, so he had to give up. It was already 3 o 'clock in the morning. Half of the night had passed.
In less than ten seconds, the entire book had turned into a blank page. Following that, lines of Anmag language automatically appeared. The content was the biography of a great scholar named Berkeley.
'Dead Soul Grass?' Angele closed the book. 'Dead Soul Grass?' Angele closed the book.
The book also mentioned Maggie and Celia. It was said that Celia had shown a good talent in music, and the baron had sent her to a music trainer to learn. It was always good to have more skills. Maggie, on the other hand, didn't find anything special about her after she tried all kinds of things. If it weren't for Angele, the baron would have treated her like a servant instead of providing her with good food and drinks.
The rest were his father's aunt, Maria. His uncle, Bowater, sent him a message. The last message was: To my dear son, Angele. Time: 11 December 1541, 2 o 'clock in the morning. The letter was written last night. Angele put the letter away and felt a bit relieved. Time flew. It had been almost two years since he was reincarnated into Angele's body.
Angele played with the dagger in the crystal sheath. It was a reward the baron got from a mission, and the baron sent it to him as a birthday gift. Angele would sometimes go back to the manor to meet his father and the others. Most of the time, he was either in the school or at Adolf's house. Studying, practicing swordsmanship, horsemanship, and archery. Although his life was boring, it was not boring.
Since he had obtained the so-called meditation technique. He didn't want to miss it.
Angele did not spend a lot of money in the school. He still had about 800 gold coins left from the 2000 gold coins he brought with him. Many students had seen him interact with Master Adolf, so he was a bit famous. Many students who could not afford to listen to his lectures often came to him for lessons. Angele would teach them once in a while, and he could easily earn more than 100 gold coins by teaching them once in a while. It was enough for him to attend classes, so he didn't spend a lot of money in half a year. Most of his money was spent on other things, such as going to the port to buy some strange things. The transparent crystal clock on his desk was one of the strange things he had bought. Marua Port was a large port on the border of the country. Every year, caravans from different countries gathered there. They brought all kinds of goods with them. As long as they had money, they could buy almost anything, including slaves.
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