Chapter 202: Two Weeks of Cultivation Part 1

In Dean’s room, Baron Tier and the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander chatted for about half an hour before standing up to take their leave—most of it was small talk, the only substantial thing was Baron Tier voluntarily proposing to build a residence for the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander on the outskirts of the Ferrchelen Knight Order station.

Regarding this, the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander initially refused.

However, faced with Baron Tier’s enthusiasm, he finally nodded and agreed.

And Dean clearly saw the bitterness on the corner of that Aide’s mouth—clearly, encountering such a spendthrift Baron, and being partially in charge of finances, he was undoubtedly quite distressed.

“Baron Tier is a fine Lord!”

Watching the carriage go away, the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander commented like this.

“Yes, Lord Baron is one of the few good Lords I have seen, of course, he also has some unavoidable faults…”

Dean thought of the pleading look the Aide had cast at him when leaving just now, and could not help but smile.

“Some things are always unavoidable!”

The previous scene naturally did not escape the eyes of the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander, in fact, her excellent insight and vision allowed her to obtain even more information.

For example: Baron Tier’s financial embarrassment.

“Dean, which Secret Technique are you ready to start cultivating?”

Withdrawing her gaze, the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander looked at Dean.

“Instructor, I temporarily want to continue completing my own plan… before the Midwinter Festival, I do not want a sudden change to the set plan!”

Full of apology, Dean spoke like this.

“Is it because of those Mercenaries?”

The Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander asked.

“Partly because of these people, and some, simply do not want to change my own plan!”

Dean very appropriately displayed his ‘stubborn’ side.

“Alright! However, our practice in Sword Technique cannot stop!”

The Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander frowned, finally, she nodded; however, for some set plans, this Swordsmanship Commander would likewise not give ground.

“Of course!”

Dean answered with a smile.

Although due to the level cap, his [Basic Swordsmanship] and [Military Swordsmanship] could not increase now, but not now did not mean not later—Dean was very certain, as long as he continued to spar with a Silver Level expert, once his professional level continued to rise, then his [Basic Swordsmanship] and [Military Swordsmanship] would definitely usher in a period of rapid growth.

Therefore, Dean would absolutely not refuse the other party’s proposal.

And in the days of the following week, Dean was like an ascetic, every day apart from eating and sleeping, he just cultivated according to the plan and sparred in Sword Technique with that Swordsmanship Commander.

Such effort naturally had corresponding rewards—

[Learned: Body Forging Technique (Goth) Lv1]

[Body Forging Technique (Goth) Lv1: A Body Forging Technique in the Goth military, capable of improving human physical quality; Effect: Strength +0.1; Constitution +0.1]

Once again exhausted, after adjusting his breathing, such a prompt appeared on Dean’s character panel.

Unlike the Emerald [Body Forging Technique] which focused on Agility, the Goth [Body Forging Technique] inherited the consistent Strength style of the Goths.

[Body Forging Technique (Goth) Lv1→Lv3: ]

[Body Forging Technique (Goth) Lv3: A Body Forging Technique in the Goth military, capable of improving human physical quality; Effect: Strength +0.3; Constitution +0.3]

The consumption of thirty XP raised [Body Forging Technique (Goth)] to the level of Lv3, directly obtaining 0.3 Strength and Constitution.

This was undoubtedly a very cost-effective deal.

However, wanting to continue improving was not such an easy matter—not only was more XP needed, but also the cooperation of some medicines was required to enter the Lv4 level, and after that, at the two special options of Lv8 and Lv10, medicine would again be needed for cooperation.

“I am far too lucky compared to those who rely on time to cultivate [Body Forging Technique]… calculating from the normal age of fifteen for joining the army, under normal Talent, they roughly need about two years to raise [Body Forging Technique] to the Lv4 level, and then, relying on the accumulation of years, raise [Body Forging Technique] by another one or two levels, before proceeding to undergo Knight’s Baptism; and this is only under normal circumstances, during which those who give up halfway, and those whose physical quality does not pass, are everywhere; therefore, apart from the Family Knights of some great Families, Commoner Knights are difficult to produce, because the foundation is simply too poor; in comparison, Theron and the others are already very outstanding!”

Dean thought silently, while looking at his subordinates practicing Sword Technique on the drill ground.

Then, he turned and walked towards the outside of the Knight station—

Behind the Knight Order station, right next to the wall adjacent to the Knight Order station, a two-story building was gradually taking shape amidst the busy work of the people.

Those logs were not cut now, but were purchased with funds provided by Baron Tier.

Fortunately, the Tier Territory, which produces hunters and woodcutters, did not lack such stock.

Similarly, the hunters and woodcutters in Tier Town who were resting did not mind obeying the conscription of their Lord—of course, wages still had to be paid.

“Regiment Commander Dean Ken!”

The foreman responsible for building this house, seeing Dean approach, immediately greeted him and said: “Ethel Delta and Miss Lily just left, they should be nearby!”

Ever since they came to the Knight Order station on the first day and saw Dean holding a 300kg stone pier and lifting it repeatedly during his cultivation, these hunters and woodcutters near the mountains held Dean in exceptional respect; and as the contact time grew longer, the friendliness Dean displayed made their relationship with Dean take a step further.

And when Dean expressed his willingness to provide them with three meals a day and accommodation, saving them from running back and forth, these people’s respect for Dean rose to another level.

Similarly, in Tier Town, Dean, who already had a good reputation, now became even more famous.

Even some children knew that the Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander was a friendly and powerful Knight.

“Lily?!”

Hearing this name, Dean felt a headache—the resilience the other party displayed made Dean inexplicably think of the Snapping Turtles of the Three Southern Counties, the kind of creature that once it bites you, unless you chop off its neck or it bites off your finger, it absolutely will not let go.

Although Miss Baron did not have the ferocity of a Snapping Turtle, that resilience was absolutely the same.

Dean originally thought that after his refusal, this young lady should have given up, in fact, they rarely met during that period, which made Dean quite happy.

However, with the arrival of the Grand Duke’s Swordsmanship Commander, this young lady started appearing frequently at the Knight Order station.

Although the excuse was coming to visit that Swordsmanship Commander, every time there would be an extra portion of tea and snacks in his room, as well as small talk during ‘chance encounters’.

All of it made Dean want to rub his temples.

“No, I am not looking for them, I am looking for you!”

Dean used an honorific to address the elderly foreman before him.

“My Lord, what do you need?”

The elderly foreman was stunned, but quickly reacted.

“I need four very hard and tough square logs, thick enough to be gripped by human hands, as for the length… about three feet or so!”

Dean began to describe his requirements.

“That is easy!”

The elderly foreman smiled and shouted twice to the young men busy nearby, and in less than two minutes, the square logs Dean requested were delivered before him.

When Dean took out coins, the foreman kept waving his hand—

“My Lord, the three meals and accommodation you provide have already made us overwhelmed with gratitude, these logs are not worth money at all, please take them all!”

“I do not need them just once, I might need them many times, so…”

Dean did not put away the coins, but explained.

It was the same at any time, the first or second time everyone might not mind based on the existing friendship, but what about the third or fourth time?

Or when there were even more times?

Or if we talk about friendship, friendship will eventually be exhausted, and after that, not only would the past intimacy be gone, but there would be more estrangement and resentment.

And Dean absolutely did not want to see such a situation.

“Regiment Commander, have we only eaten one meal from you, or only stayed one night? We have also been many times!”

The elderly foreman laughed, bearing the simple honesty characteristic of the mountain people.

Regarding this, Dean responded with a Knight’s Salute.

Then, carrying the four square logs, Dean returned to his room and poured those long-prepared minor and lesser Healing Potions onto the square logs—these Healing Potions were clearly not qualified enough to unlock the secrets of Oniedon’s notes, after all, Dean’s [Potion Making] level was still hovering around Lv1, at least Lv3 was needed to produce a true Healing Potion to begin.

Regarding this, Dean was not anxious.

First, regarding [Potion Making], he was quite confident in raising the level through ‘Flash’ moments.

Second, he currently had no Clone to spare, the [Body Forging Technique] in the plan was where he needed to pour all his energy right now.

“Although they are not Healing Potions, with my current [Constitution], cultivating City’s [Body Forging Technique], minor and lesser Healing Potions are sufficient!”

Looking at the square logs thoroughly soaked in minor and lesser Healing Potions, Dean pondered, then directly shouted outside: “Theron, bring a few strong guys in!”

“Yes, Regiment Commander!”

Theron’s voice rang out from afar.

Then, a series of footsteps sounded.