Chapter 152 The Resurrected Boy

Nelise left. Although she was very reluctant to leave, she still had a lot of work to do at the concert two days later. She had to be present at many things. If she didn't go back, it might cause a sensation in the palace. The sudden disappearance of the goddess singer might cause a shock to the entire Kendenia Empire.

"Luo Qiu, she is a good child."

Meng Li and Luo Qiu stood by the window, looking at the figure that had disappeared into the crowd, and said, "He is also a poor child."

"Oh" Luo Qiu rubbed his head. What was going on?

What about the ghost prophecy of the elves? Is it true that the knight in the prophecy is me as Nylis said? Did someone predict that I would travel to another world?
There are more and more mysteries, and Luo Qiu even feels a little confused. What should he do? Why did he come to this world? Or is all this just...
As if sensing that Luo Qiu was in a bad mood, Meng Li quietly held Luo Qiu's hand.

Luo Qiu's heart trembled slightly. He looked down at Meng Li, who leaned gently against him, silent.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Luo Qiu gave Meng Li a smile, then looked into the distance and said, "It looks like I have to do something this time no matter what."

"Um"

In the training ground of the imperial soldiers, rows of soldiers were practicing military formations. Angele stood on a high stand and strictly supervised the soldiers' training. The soldiers were arranged in formations in an orderly manner, sweating and making earth-shaking noises.

In a remote corner of the training ground where no one was paying attention, a young boy was practicing swordplay against a wooden stake.

The young man was wielding a fine iron sword specially made for the army. Although it was not a magical weapon, it was enough for soldiers to gallop on the battlefield. However, the blade of the sword was now full of gaps.

The young man chopped at the wooden stake with his sword again and again, trying to maintain the same force with each sword strike, but seven or eight sword marks of varying depths appeared on the wooden stake again.

Seeing the marks he left on the wooden stake, the young man seemed very dissatisfied. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, took off his already wet coat, took a deep breath, and stared at the wooden stake with hawk-like eyes, as if imagining it as something.

After a moment, the young man didn't know what he was thinking of. His face suddenly turned red, and even his eyes seemed to be bleeding. He shouted loudly, raised the sword above his head, and a faint fluctuation of fighting spirit emanated from his hands. He took a step forward and swung the iron sword at the upper half of the wooden stake.

"Click."

The iron sword, which was already full of wounds, broke with a sound. Half of the sword was stuck on the wooden stake, while the other half was firmly held in the boy's hand.

Plop! At the moment when the iron sword was broken, the boy also fell to the ground because his center of gravity shifted, and his chin made a close contact with the ground.

The rough ground rubbed his chin, but the boy seemed not to feel any pain. He stood up silently, threw away the broken sword in his hand, walked to the shelf full of weapons, and pulled out another iron sword.

"Take a break, Chris."

Angele came to the boy at some point and handed him a kettle.

"Thank you, teacher." After Chris took the kettle, he took a sip and put it aside. He picked up his sword and walked towards the wooden stake again.

Seeing this, Angele sighed and walked over.

As soon as Chris raised the sword, he felt the weight in his hand lighten, and the sword that was originally tightly held in his palm somehow slipped into Angele's hand. "Teacher?" Chris was very confused as to why Angele would stop him from practicing.

"Take a break. Your body will collapse if you continue like this." Angele's tone was unusually gentle.

If other soldiers heard this, they would probably be horrified. The Imperial Sword has always been strict with its soldiers. During each training session, the soldiers' physical strength is basically squeezed to the limit before being allowed to rest. It has never happened before that they have proactively asked people to rest like today.

"Teacher, I can continue." There was a hint of stubbornness on Chris's face.

"Hmph, you still want to lie to me? Look at your feet." Angele snorted coldly, with a hint of anger in his words.

Chris lowered his head in confusion. He saw that his legs were trembling and he was no longer able to stand on his toes.

Angele suddenly slapped Chris on the shoulder, making him sit down on the ground.

"You're working too hard. Humans can squeeze out the potential of their bodies, but they must never overdraw. Excessive overdrawing of the body will harm your vitality and will shorten your lifespan." Angele sat down next to Chris and said calmly.

"Teacher, I want to become stronger. I must become stronger."

Chris pounded the ground in pain, and he thought of the scene in the Sloda Forest again.

He didn't want to experience that again, so he needed strength, strength to protect those around him. Although his physical fitness had been improved a lot after his resurrection, and he even gradually possessed fighting spirit, it was still not enough, far from enough. After witnessing the miraculous performance of that adult and Angele's unparalleled brilliance, Chris realized how big the world is. In the past, he was just immersed in a small corner.

"Physical strength is not real strength. If you only pursue these, you will never become a truly strong person." Angele said earnestly.

"But I"

"Don't say but!" Angele's tone became a little stern, and he said, "That's enough for today. Go back and rest immediately, or I'll put you in solitary confinement for three days!"

".yes."

Although he was very reluctant, Chris still agreed. He knew that Angele did it for his own good. Although he didn't say it, he still respected his teacher very much in his heart. After spending less than ten days together, he could feel that Angele was really cultivating him. He almost answered every question he asked without any perfunctory response.

"Yeah." Angele nodded.

Angele was very satisfied with this disciple sent by 'Master Kong'. He was a little worried about Chris's background, but after investigating it, he was completely relieved. Chris's background was very clean, not as complicated as he imagined, and he also liked the child's tenacious character. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the child was too withdrawn and too taciturn.

However, Angele could tell that something must have happened to Chris that had a profound impact on him, and there was always a faint shadow over his heart.

Although he was a little concerned, since Chris didn't say anything, Angele wouldn't ask proactively. Some things had to be overcome by oneself in order to resolve the shadow in one's heart.

Therefore, all Angele can do is to train him wholeheartedly, let him grow quickly, and even become the next "Sword of the Empire".

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