Barnes hurriedly kneeled beside Weir and said, "Don’t move! Cross your legs, close your eyes, follow the breathing technique I taught you, and stabilize your breath. Don’t let the Fighting Energy run wild!"
Heeding the words, Weir endured the severe pain and imdiately did as told, sitting cross-legged to begin the breathing technique.
With each breath, the power that had been rampaging through his body gradually started circulating within.
"Very good... feel it, don’t resist," Barnes said softly with relief.
Louis stood aside, watching the cross-legged youth.
These Frost-Bearded Tundra Rabbits, he had hunted three in total.
One was kept for himself.
One was given to Lambert, the most powerful person in the Red Tide Territory.
And the other ended up in the hands of the youth before him.
Weir, the most promising rising star in the Red Tide Territory.
As for why not eat all three himself.
Because although the rabbit’s dicinal effects are good, its efficacy diminishes very quickly.
The first can make one reborn, the second is just a minor nourishnt, and the third is almost a waste.
Louis wasn’t the kind of person who wanted "everything," rather than keep it all to himself, he preferred to use it to win hearts and cultivate subordinates.
Faced with choices that offered maximum benefits, he never hesitated.
Compared to brief personal growth, he needed a force he could trust more.
Of course, this carried a great risk. Hopefully, this young man wouldn’t disappoint him.
Weir’s whole body was red hot, but he still tried hard to control himself, slowly guiding the Fighting Energy within his familiar "return path".
With each breath, the violent energy seed to be carefully drawn into the bloodstream, transforming into a warm spring that slowly flowed within.
Soon his body quivered slightly.
An almost imperceptible aura rose from his chest and rushed straight to the back of his brain along the spine.
A red halo of Fighting Energy appeared on his body’s surface, clearly visible.
Barnes exclaid loudly, "Has he broken through?!"
Junior Official Knight!
"To this extent... is as expected," Louis nodded slightly, yet couldn’t help but feel a touch of comfort.
Weir really hadn’t disappointed him, breaking through from Apprentice Knight to Official Knight so quickly.
However, just as everyone thought Weir had absorbed the rabbit soup’s essence and would stop the breathing technique.
He didn’t move, and his breathing beca deeper and longer, his breath continued to flow like a tide.
Everyone felt sothing was amiss, maybe there was so mistake?
In the next mont, an even denser ripple of Fighting Energy expanded from his body!
Barnes’ eyes suddenly widened, "Again... again?!"
Louis’s pupils also contracted slightly.
"Intending to break through two tiers at once?! This can’t be done by luck alone, kid, don’t be greedy!" Barnes shouted.
But Weir didn’t heed the external commotion, his Fighting Energy was still surging, the once sowhat immature aura suddenly beca as sharp as a blade!
The rhythm of the breathing technique changed accordingly, transitioning from steady to forceful, as if war drums were beating, further driving the power to condense.
The air seed to churn, wisps of tiny airflow spiraled around him.
Soon, a second halo of Fighting Energy appeared, thicker and steadier than before.
Mid-tier Official Knight!
Barnes was already speechless, "What’s going on?! This kid... jumped two tiers!"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized Louis beside him hadn’t said a word.
He turned his head to find Louis still standing with his hands behind his back, composed as usual.
Indeed, the Lord of nobility is truly different, witnessing such a miracle without batting an eye. Barnes thought admiringly.
But at that mont, Louis’s nails were almost embedded in his palm.
"To leap two stages..." The shock stirring in his heart far exceeded the calm on the surface.
And Weir before him still had his eyes tightly shut, the breathing technique showing no signs of stopping.
The ascending montum continued to accumulate slowly, seemingly brewing up an even more astonishing leap.
His face flushed red, washed by the Fighting Energy, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Louis’s gaze suddenly focused, he had already guessed the other’s intent.
"Could it be... he’s aiming to directly advance to High Tier? Does he have a death wish?!"
But just as the montum was nearing its peak, Weir’s body suddenly shook, the Fighting Energy fluctuation abruptly ceased.
No breakthrough, but he also didn’t get caught in a backlash.
He slowly opened his eyes, a trace of clarity... and slight regret erged in his gaze.
"A little bit short," he murmured softly, "What a pity, just short by a bit."
For a mont, the office was so quiet that even the sound of the wind ceased.
Barnes stood dazed, his mouth half open, as if struck by lightning.
And Louis standing beside him still wore an imperturbable expression, as if everything was under control.
Only, his lips twitched slightly.
And inside, he was already cursing.
He himself, from High-tier Apprentice Knight, struggled, practiced, battled arduously, spending nearly ten years to cross those thresholds to beco a formal mid-tier knight.
And this kid?
Drank a bowl of soup, crossed legs, uh-humd a little.
Directly, thundered through two tiers!
And still looking regretful?!
Louis took a deep breath, silently turned his head to look at the ceiling, suddenly feeling sowhat tired.
"Really, comparing yourself to others can be frustrating." He gritted his teeth hard in his heart.
Weir opened his eyes, the power within still felt like surging tides, but the excitent within was even more overwhelming.
He opened his mouth towards Louis, as if wanting to say sothing, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn’t express them.
Wanting to express gratitude, loyalty, to voice out this unimaginable excitent well.
But due to limited cultural level, he finally only squeezed out, "Sir, I, I will definitely... definitely..."
Then he got stuck.
Louis looked at him in this state, his lips curled, "Alright, you better save so brainpower."
Then he paused, his tone shifting, "Starting from tomorrow, besides continuing the basic training with Barnes, stay by my side as my guardian knight."
"Gua-guardian knight..." Weir’s eyes widened, his brain instantly short-circuited.
That was sothing he had fantasized nurous tis in his dreams.
He didn’t expect that this dream would co true today just like that.
Being able to follow this lord personally, becoming his close strength, traversing battlefields, witnessing each glory...
For a mont, he didn’t know what to do, only knelt down again with a thud, his head almost touching the ground.
"Hey, stop kowtowing." Louis said disdainfully, "I won’t accept kowtowing bugs as my protector, keep kowtowing and you can go be a stable boy."
Weir froze, instantly not daring to move, but his entire face still flushed, yet his eyes were shining.
He stood up, his voice trembling, "I...I definitely won’t disappoint you!"
Louis patted his shoulder, "Hope you can do it."
Weir nodded repeatedly, expressing his resolve.
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