Chapter 11: Return to the Academy X Best Friend Fittman

Mildis Intermediate Academy resumed classes, and Little Weir returned to school, but his suffering did not end there. Early morning and evening Knight Training was indispensable, a requirement from his father. Since he chose this path, he couldn’t give it up before becoming a Formal Knight. Before school started, upon hearing that Little Weir had begun Knight Training, Intermediate Knight Sheriff Rett rushed over that very night, bringing his gift: a complete set of training equipment, a version that Weil could use.

“You absolutely must not damage it. I need to return it to the City Hall Security Department after you use it.” Rett’s words before he left almost made Little Weir fall to the ground. No wonder he was so generous; it turned out to be public property.

“Ding~, Intermediate Knight detected. Do you want to scout target information? Activating Intermediate Eye of Appraisal can obtain target information. Intermediate Eye of Appraisal costs ten contribution points for ten seconds, and anything less than ten seconds is calculated as ten seconds.” The proxy spirit’s voice rang out as Rett was being seen off.

Scouting and Appraising, Little Weir was extremely excited. Had the Eye of Appraisal actually upgraded?

Name: Rett

Age: Thirty-six years old

Strength: 5.6

Agility: 5.1

Physique: 5.3

Spirit: 1.4

Extraordinary Power: Battle Qi

Bloodline: Not yet activated

Cultivation Method: Information not collected

Evaluation: Intermediate Knight, Battle Qi activated, potential exhausted, severe body wear and tear, rich combat experience, high danger level.

Name: Florette declan

Age: Thirty-five years old

Strength: 3.6

Agility: 4.2

Physique: 3.3

Spirit: 1.5

Extraordinary Power: None

Bloodline: Not yet activated

Cultivation Method: declan Knight Cultivation Method, low Rank

Evaluation: Junior Knight, Battle Qi not activated, rich combat experience, excellent combat skills, some potential, moderate body damage.

He closed the Eye of Appraisal, managing to keep it under nine seconds, not exceeding ten. Not only did he get Intermediate Knight Rett’s information, but his father’s information was also added to his Apostle database, accessible at any time from the proxy spirit. Hmm, this consultation fee was one contribution point every three times. Little Weir wasn’t sure why the proxy spirit still needed contribution points. This fee was clearly not deducted by the deity, but requested by the proxy spirit itself.

So his father was that strong, his Agility almost comparable to an Intermediate Knight, and he even had some potential. He wondered if he could help his father advance further with the deity’s power?

“Ding~, perfecting the Knight Cultivation Method and healing hidden injuries can increase strength. Using a potion has a high probability of breaking through to Intermediate Knight. Activating Bloodline Fusion can greatly enhance strength potential. The Apostle itself has not entered the extraordinary level, so this function is not activated.”

So that was it, there was such a function. It seemed he needed to work hard. His father’s future depended on him. With a deity as a backer, what couldn’t be achieved? Although that deity sometimes Felt a bit unreliable.

Mildis Intermediate Academy had an elegant environment, covering over a hundred mu. Having such a piece of land in the prosperous area of Delaik City was already quite luxurious. It had over a thousand students, divided into six grades, and Little Weir was a fourth-year student at this academy. In front of Mildis Intermediate Academy, two Temple Knights replaced the original gatekeeper old man. Everyone who passed by respectfully saluted, a sign of respect for the temple. On the first day of classes after the suspension, carriages stopped and left in front of the gate, and students continuously returned to the academy.

“History, Geography, and Classical Chinese classes all have new teachers. There’s no other way; these three courses were originally taught by Professor Weizer. Now that Professor Weizer has left, other teachers have to be used.”

Little Fatty Fittman muttered as he greeted Little Weir: “Hey, Weil, the top scholar of Mildis Intermediate Academy! I heard your holiday was very fulfilling. I really didn’t expect Uncle Florette to actually be a true Knight! That’s so cool! How does it feel to undergo Knight Training?”

“It’s amazing! Now I’m full of strength and can’t wait to find someone to vent on. How about it, our all-knowing Detective Fittman, want to go to the training ground and practice?” Weil gave him a challenging look. Fittman was the nephew of Detective Speyer, and his father was a newspaper editor. Fittman, however, was closer to his uncle from a young age, had a soft spot for the detective profession, loved to inquire about news, and often got tidbits from his father and uncle. For example, the news of Weil crying and howling under his father’s training was provided by his uncle, Detective Speyer, who used Weil’s family coffee shop as a regular meeting place for clients.

“No, no, no, future Knight Weil, your powerful strength is not meant for bullying your friends. The Knight’s Code: Humility, Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Justice, Sacrifice, Honor, Spirit! As a Knight, you cannot bully the weak!” Fittman shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of others, but Weil easily hooked his neck and covered his mouth.

After they finished their playful banter, other classmates gradually arrived in the classroom. As for the table in the very center, it remained empty. “Hey, Lilith left, did you know? She went to Nobili Noble Academy. No, saying ‘went’ might not be appropriate; it should be ‘she returned to Nobili Noble Academy’.” Fittman shrugged, making a gesture as if it was all within his expectations. “I have exclusive news: Lilith is a noble, and her father holds a title, at least a Baron, and possibly even a Viscount.”

“Why don’t you just say her father is Count Bordeaux?” Weil rolled his eyes at him. This guy provided a lot of gossip, some accurate, but also many unfounded false rumors.

“Hey, buddy, I was just about to say that, but you beat me to it. As the only genius in the academy who can compare with Lilith in studies without falling behind, do you have anything to say about Lilith’s departure?” Fittman took out paper and pen, looking exactly like a newspaper reporter, making Weil almost burst out laughing.

“Alright, brother, Lilith has gone far away, and she will be further and further from us. Perhaps two years later, you will meet in Delaik Advanced Academy, but before that, we are just commoners from ordinary families, while she is a noble Young Miss. Compared to Lilith, I think Annie is more suitable for you. Look, she’s looking over.” Annie Jelson, from a merchant family, was Weil’s neighbor on the same street, only five hundred meters away, a regular customer of Weil’s family coffee shop, deeply loved by his mother, Jessie Deklan. She was a very introverted girl with long golden hair tied in a ponytail, wearing her school uniform quite appropriately, and was the second-most beautiful girl in school after Lilith.

“If you don’t want to get beaten up by Annie’s brother, you’d better shut up.” Weil was quite helpless about his friend’s mouth. Annie’s twin brother, Anger Jelson, was a tall boy who was very protective, skilled in swordsmanship, and also a Knight Apprentice or Apprentice Knight. The Jelson couple had already planned to send him to the church for Temple Knight Training after he finished his Intermediate education, to strive to become a Temple Knight in the future.

Starting from the age of twelve, Anger, who had already undergone a full year of Knight Training, was considered a Strong in the entire Mildis Intermediate Academy. Protecting his sister was not difficult for him, as long as he didn’t provoke Lilith.

“Weil, I heard you’ve also started Knight Training. Are you preparing to become a Temple Knight in the future?” Some people can’t stand being talked about. In middle-class communities, especially among neighbors, there are rarely any true secrets. Moreover, Weil had no intention of hiding his Knight Training; he openly shouted in the yard, and passersby could see and hear him. As an Apprentice Knight, Anger Felt a sense of pleasure seeing a kindred spirit.

“Good morning, Anger. I have indeed accepted my father’s Knight Training, but whether I will enter the church to become a Temple Knight in the future is still uncertain. Father hopes I can inherit his coffee shop, and Mother hopes I can help my maternal grandfather revitalize his law firm. You know, we are still children; the future is ours, but now is not when we make the decisions.” Weil pretended to be helpless, earning Anger’s goodwill. He himself seemed to have his path planned out by his family early on, but this didn’t seem to be what he wanted either.