Chapter 224: The Visible Barrier

At noon, Lilith threw a lunch to Little Weir, who was slightly stunned and somewhat at a loss.

“Take it. The school lunch can’t provide you with the energy a knight needs. I’m not your enemy either.” Lilith rolled her eyes at him, full of resentment. This scoundrel had left the Rose Knight’s Guild without a word. Who would she find to help her improve her strength now?

Just then, Little Weir received a notification from the proxy elf that this competition was automatically forfeited due to the apostle’s escape, making the overall score four to two.

Damn it! Little Weir suddenly remembered that he and Lilith still had a competition of twelve matches a year, and if he lost, he would have to wear women’s clothing for a month. How could he distance himself from her? If there were a few more such forfeitures, he would definitely lose.

But how could he overcome the hurdle in his heart? Viscount Kendall was Lilith’s biological grandfather, an enemy who had wanted to kill his entire family and had even put it into action, only failing in the end. If he hadn’t stopped his grandfather, he would probably be her enemy now.

Headache! He always felt that if he gave up now, his integrity would be shattered in half a year. But given his current relationship with Lilith, was it really appropriate to propose continuing the competition? Would it send them the wrong signal? Headache! Little Weir really had a headache.

Watching Lilith’s retreating figure, Little Weir was a little lost in thought when a plump body appeared beside him. “Don’t stare, or you might not be able to pull your eyes away. I’ll tell you a little secret: something big happened to the Kendall family. Viscount Kendall, the head of the Kendall family and Lilith’s grandfather, transferred his title to his son, the current head, who is Lilith’s father, due to illness, and he himself went to the capital to recuperate. Oh, by the way, I heard a while ago that three city guard captains were assassinated. Is that true? Were you not around during that time because you were avoiding trouble related to this?”

Eldor, the head of the Kendall family, publicly claimed to have been assassinated by foreign tribes. Soon after, news came that a merchant had seen the head of the Kendall family on the road, so ‘retirement due to illness’ became the second rumor.

“Oh, that matter has been resolved. It was done by elite foreign tribes from Mabuster County, who deliberately caused trouble to force us to retreat. As an instructor for the city guard, I also participated in the encirclement. Besides the elites who infiltrated Drake City, they also massacred a village, and there were hundreds of foreign tribes entrenched there, but we eventually cleared them out.” Little Weir’s words greatly surprised Fittman, who frantically scribbled in his notebook: “Big news! I must write this down. Hehe, it’s good to have a high-ranking city guard as a classmate. Encirclement and clearing out the invading Mabuster foreign tribes, did you get any military merits?”

“Yes, but I gave them to the three assassinated city guard captains so they could have a more glorious send-off after death.” Little Weir indeed did this and received the approval of all the city guards, which also made his father Florete’s entry smooth and without much upheaval.

“Classmate Weir, can we no longer go to the Rose Knight’s Guild?” Angell was a little depressed after learning that Classmate Weir had resigned from his job at the Rose Knight’s Guild. Now, training with him meant almost everything was free.

“No, that place is no longer suitable for you. From now on, come with me to the city guard training grounds. Knight training also requires equestrian training, and you still have a lot of shortcomings in that area. The city guard training grounds have a racecourse.” Little Weir’s words made Angell’s eyes light up. He nodded repeatedly, full of anticipation. Can a knight who can’t fight on horseback truly be considered a knight? What’s the difference between a knight who has lost his warhorse on the battlefield and an ordinary soldier?

Little Weir had thought a lot during this time and decided to build a foundation first. And where was his foundation? Previously, he relied too much on his relationship with Senior Knight Jasmine, which led to him being very passive in previous matters. Now, he needed to establish his own real network, and the city guard was undoubtedly an excellent choice.

In addition to the bonus from his title as a city guard instructor, protecting the city guard camp, avenging the three city guard captains, and giving up the credit for eliminating the invaders, etc., were all his strong points. Now that his father had also joined the city guard, it further strengthened their close ties.

After school, Little Weir took Angell straight to the city guard camp, while Lilith watched them leave, her eyes full of loneliness. Had the rift already deepened to this extent? Was he unwilling to even greet her proactively? Lilith felt very wronged. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was he treating her like this?

Forcing back her tears, Lilith stomped her foot fiercely. Without your help, am I destined to just stand still? I, Lilith Kendall, will not be inferior to anyone!

The city guard’s food was indeed not as good as the Odd Job Store, one could even say it wasn’t on the same level, and it was even inferior to the Rose Knight’s Guild. But at least it ensured they could eat their fill. Angell wasn’t that picky, and Little Weir wasn’t that particular either. Instead, he blended in with the soldiers.

During training, Little Weir focused on equestrian training, which was his weakness and also his father’s weakness. It was relatively rare for father and son to train together, especially with the son as the instructor, not the father. Angell was relatively unfamiliar with riding horses and chose a more docile warhorse. It would take a long time for him to adapt to the feeling. Little Weir didn’t need to worry about this; any knight could help with the training.

After all, having chased the werewolf warrior, Little Weir had spent much of those days on horseback, so his equestrian training progressed quickly. His father had even participated in the distant expedition against the Mabuster foreign tribes. As a knight, he had ridden a tall warhorse for nearly a month, so his equestrian skills were naturally not too bad. The father and son surprisingly were evenly matched.

Both were intermediate knights, and both had a semi-proficient level of equestrian skill. The father and son, holding wooden swords and riding warhorses, engaged in a duel. The surrounding soldiers and knights cheered them on. In reality, they were simply enjoying the spectacle, finding it amusing.

The father and son battled for nearly a hundred rounds, stopping only when their horses were panting, with no clear winner. However, Florete knew that his son had gained the upper hand in the end. This little scoundrel’s learning ability was too strong; he showed progress in almost every round, which made him, as a father, feel very embarrassed.

“Not bad, Knight Declan’s equestrian skills have improved greatly, but there are also some details that need attention, for example…” Little Weir immediately adopted the posture of an instructor and began to guide his father’s equestrian skills on the spot. He spoke so articulately that Florete gained a lot, but he felt very embarrassed, drawing whistles from many knights and soldiers who knew their relationship.

With the proxy elf’s personal guidance, it was difficult for Little Weir not to improve. He then also asked about his father’s equestrian weaknesses, learning on the fly to avoid forgetting later, since he had already spent his contribution points, he couldn’t let them go to waste.

However, the benefit of Florete being lectured by his son was that he shared a common plight with the other soldiers who had also been lectured by Little Weir, and their relationship greatly improved!