Chapter 205: This is actually a world that judges by appearance

Fenet, a senior warrior who had suffered numerous traumas, was the best candidate. Firstly, his body was already riddled with injuries. Although he had been treated by the White Robed Bishop and had his arm reattached, his old and new wounds were not so easy to get rid of. To describe him as riddled with holes was no exaggeration.

Generally speaking, apart from the nourishment of magic potions, only advancing to a higher realm could bring about significant recovery. However, Fenet’s aptitude limited his achievements; advancement was not easy, and coupled with the drag of his injuries, his life would likely remain this way without external help.

But with external help, it would be a different story. The information in little Weir’s hand was very suitable for Fenet: he had no light-attributed power in his body, his overall physical quality was strong enough, and there was no bloodline awakening to cause conflicts. He was truly the best experimental subject. One must know that a senior warrior was already a decent fighting force, and no one would be willing to use such a person for experiments.

“The accuracy of this information still needs to be verified. I’ll discuss it with my grandfather, and we’ll talk about it again once it’s truly perfected.” Little Weir was still very cautious. The two exchanged a smile and continued to examine the laboratory, trying to find more useful things. However, there was only one such secret compartment, though little Weir secretly sacrificed a few fragmented experimental items, all of which were half-finished products with huge side effects, so he didn’t feel bad about sacrificing them.

In fact, besides Fenet, little Weir had another candidate: Angor. He was just unsure if Angor could awaken his bloodline. If he still couldn’t awaken before the age of twenty, then perhaps his body could be strengthened at that time. However, this would take a long time. For now, Angor’s focus was still on enhancing his strength through scientific training.

They didn’t know that outside the laboratory, a huge zombie had been easily slain by Nicole. She suddenly remembered that her strength shouldn’t be easily exposed, so she dragged the large creature away, discarded it a distance away, then ran back to continue being a qualified lookout, pretending that nothing had happened.

Everything for the hamburger! Nicole shouted frantically in her heart, while also feeling much more at ease about the hamburger she ate today. She wasn’t eating free food; it was food earned through battle. Hmm, but besides hamburgers, the other things the chef uncle made smelled delicious too. She really wanted to try a bit of everything.

No, no, one shouldn’t be too greedy. The dried meat and dried fish the chef uncle gave her were very good. Indeed, there were still many good people in this world.

If orcs and humans could live in peace and stop fighting, that would be great, a thought that appeared in Nicole’s mind and could no longer be erased. Humans didn’t seem as detestable as the chief said; selling beautiful orc girl slaves, forcing orc warriors to wear handcuffs and shackles as laborers, all of that must be a lie, right? They were all very nice to her.

No, no, maybe they haven’t discovered my identity and think I’m just an ordinary human knight, which is why they’re so good to me? If they found out I was an orc warrior, then this comfortable and warm house and the mouth-watering hamburgers would all be gone, right?

No, my identity absolutely cannot be exposed! But has the boss who hired me already known my identity? I think I intercepted him once on the road. Although I’ve covered my cat ears now, I always feel like he acts strangely towards me.

Human genius or whatever, I feel so annoyed! If he hasn’t discovered me, that’s fine, but if he really has discovered my identity and is still so good to me, then there’s a problem? If it’s not his problem, then it’s my problem, or rather, the chief’s words are problematic.

Nicole had no idea that little Weir was a freak, a freak who knew a lot about the secret history of the continent, who had once faced the original statue of the Beast God, and had no prejudice against orcs. He also realized Nicole’s inherent simplicity and kindness, which was why he didn’t expose her, but instead corrupted her with delicious food.

If it were a Grey Rat-person, haha, little Weir would definitely bring hundreds of temple knights and city guard warriors to surround and beat them up. This was actually a world where looks mattered.

The subsequent patrols did not yield many valuable items.

Little Weir found Nicole unexpectedly happy, though he didn’t understand why. As long as she was happy, that was enough. Five-hamburger knight, as long as she was useful, there was no loss anyway.

With Nicole leading the way, as long as the general direction wasn’t off, they successfully bypassed Nicole’s dumping ground. No one discovered the zombie’s corpse. When it was discovered tomorrow, haha, Nicole wouldn’t admit it then. “Weren’t we always together? So, it wasn’t me, perfect!” Nicole felt she was much smarter than before. Was it because being with smart people made her smarter?

So, every day he went to school in the morning, trained and patrolled at night, and returned home to comfort Leah and offer some magic potions to his mother. There was also a rest day in between, and little Weir rarely accompanied his mother, sister, and new family member Leah to the manor outside the city.

Leah’s other talent was developed: her ability as a spirit speaker. She very easily sensed the emotions of plants and moved plants that were not suitable for their environment to appropriate places, and guided the hired gardeners on how to maintain the garden, astounding them.

While little Weir was taking care of Leah and Veya, Mojes finally found time to study her favorite subject, alchemy. Then, after wasting magic potions worth more than ten low-grade magic stones and gaining nothing, she returned to them dejectedly.

Although he hadn’t witnessed his mother’s alchemy process firsthand, through her alchemy diary, little Weir was very clear about her problem: once she entered an experimental state, she would often have sudden inspirations and improvise, completely disregarding the instructions in the alchemy manual. After the experiment, she would complain endlessly, yet never look for the cause within herself. This was his mother, a little woman who disliked being constrained.

Little Weir found that Leah preferred life at the manor; the garden, close to nature, pleased her. Unfortunately, they couldn’t go out often until his grandfather returned, as the safety of his mother, sister, and Leah was very important. You say his mother is a third-level wizard apprentice, more powerful than himself? Haha, ignore it. He was a dual cultivator of knight and wizard, and even an intermediate knight who had awakened his bloodline, the number one genius youth in Drakecity!

Moreover, little Weir had always known that he was always protected by someone. Initially, it was the Wall Temple Knights, and later, when the Wall Temple Knights moved from behind the scenes to the forefront, little Weir originally thought the secret protection would end there. He didn’t expect that it would be replaced by a senior Temple Knight.

With such good resources, why not use them? So little Weir became a little bolder and began to take his family to expand their range of activities. The rumors of the Book of Wisdom had already been clarified, so was his worry unnecessary?

There was also one thing he had never been very clear about: the Book of Wisdom, the legendary mysterious wizard inheritance treasure that could open wisdom. What exactly was it? Did things that increased wisdom really exist?

Suddenly, little Weir’s ears twitched slightly, and his gaze turned towards outside the manor. There were people fighting there. Although they were restraining their intensity, it was definitely not low. Was it the senior Temple Knight protecting him?

The half-elf maiden tugged at little Weir’s sleeve and pointed outside: “There’s a fight, a senior knight and a wizard apprentice.”

“You mean there’s a senior knight fighting a wizard apprentice outside?” Little Weir casually patted her shoulder and pointed at little Veya: “You’re the older sister. As an older sister, you must protect your younger sister, understand? Leave the enemies outside to your brother. Also, don’t tell mother there’s danger outside, and don’t let her go out freely. Help me keep them occupied.”

“Mm.” Although she knew this wasn’t good, since Brother Weir said so, she had to follow his instructions. Little Weir greeted his mother, quietly left, and rushed towards the place he had a premonition about. The fight was not inside the manor, but in a relatively secluded place. Both combatants seemed to want to avoid other people.

A fair one-on-one battle, a senior Temple Knight against a third-level wizard apprentice, defeat!

When little Weir arrived, he just saw the senior Temple Knight being confused by an illusion spell, then ambushed by a water binding spell, and finally knocked unconscious from behind by a punch from a short cloaked figure. That’s right, it was nothing else, just a punch! Could this be an orc senior knight? No, this stature was a bit too short. Orc warriors varied in build, but orc knights were uniformly tall and strong men.

“Who are you?” Little Weir shouted, and his Eye of Appraisal immediately activated.

Name: Yamie Wezel

Age: Eighteen

Strength: 16.8

Agility: 14.2

Constitution: 18.1

Spirit: 7.9

Supernatural Power: Battle Aura, Senior Knight, Magic Power, Third-level Wizard Apprentice

Bloodline: Half-awakened Silver Dragon Bloodline

Talents: Magic Resistance, Half-Dragon Transformation, Dragon’s Might

Cultivation Methods: Blood Dragon Secret Tome, Divine Dragon Meditation Method

Overall Evaluation: “Kid, don’t be afraid, you’re going to die anyway. Charge bravely into battle, the dragon race appreciates brave warriors the most. She will give you a dignified death. May the gods bless you!”