Chapter 603: Journey III

Dean, immersed in cultivation, experienced a very special feeling——

The markings in the system have undoubtedly indicated that the limit of a level has been reached, and at this moment Dean has 're-started' training, but when Dean chooses the traditional training method, it does not mean that the system does not exist.

In fact, the system not only exists, but also gives Dean considerable 'disturbance'.

All the levels in Dean's mind do not exist at all, and everything can be done overnight.

It's as if it's a matter of course.

However, the process of 'traditional' cultivation exists.

Even, Dean was given some very special insights.

He feels everything with a more detailed 'perception'.

This is far from being given by the system.

After increasing the level of secret technique and secret transmission with xp value, you can obtain corresponding attributes and special effects, but such acquisition is very direct indoctrination.

Although it seems to most people that there is no difference between learning and learning.

Even faster and more convenient.

However, there are subtle differences in some detailed places.

∴ Because the system determines everything with the xp value, without any 'process'!

And Dean is feeling this 'process' at the moment, and it is naturally strange to perceive this 'process' after he has obtained the result.

When the first ray of light appeared from the sun at the edge of the sky, bringing light to the earth, Dean stopped the 'traditional' cultivation process.

He exhaled slightly, with a smile on his face.

Such a smile naturally indicates that the practice of 'tradition' will be smooth.

In fact. The degree of smoothness among them. Far beyond Dean's imagination.

It took less than one night. It was completely "practiced" by him. For Dean, who had set the time for five days, it was naturally very smooth.

And some of the windfalls,

Dean was even more surprised.

At this moment, when he uses it again, he can clearly feel the flexibility in it, which is far from the rigidity before.

The benefits are self-evident.

"Know what it is, know why it is... Fortunately, it is not too late to wake up!"

Dean summed up his mistakes in a sentence from his hometown.

or. To be more precise, it was a mistake.

He relied too much on the 'system' to forget some essence.

Even if these essences are of no practical use in the eyes of most people—this is not the so-called pursuit of difference, and what you see is different.

Rather, it is a kind of immaturity, or excessive pride.

At least, that's how Dean thinks of himself - without the 'exposed' of the previous life, but after being 'introverted', he still needs to be vigilant.

"I don't mind how many 'tools' I have, because. I have my own goals, but. I can't use 'tools' as the only ones I have to accomplish my goals!"

Dean murmured softly.

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Harlem asked beside him.

"It's nothing, it's just some insights—Sidru, after breakfast, can you prepare some paper and pens for me?"

Dean waved his hand, then asked.

"Of course, master!"

Harlem bowed and replied in the affirmative.

After a simple breakfast in the wild, Dean and his party set off again.

And just as Harlem promised, after Dean boarded the carriage, he got several pieces of parchment treated with special medicine and a charcoal pencil that wizards often use.

Because the parchment has been treated with drugs, it looks white and smooth.

The charcoal pencil was also chipped off at one end.

And in the relatively stable carriage, Dean carefully drew with a charcoal pencil——

About some of the scenes he saw in the illusion.

Most importantly, what Dean focused on was the last scene: the King Conqueror stood in place, but a flaming dragon soared into the sky.

Dean has some drawing skills. Although he is not proficient, there is no problem in depicting some basic objects.

Especially, something impressive.

A day's journey is spent in Dean's paintings.

At night, Richard Vauban, who was "carefully" teaching the recovery again.

The next step is to 'practice' various secret arts and secrets in the traditional way.

Dean basically spent the next three weeks of the journey in this way, without any exceptions.

It's like a clock that has been wound up, going round and round with incomparable accuracy.

It wasn't until Harlem reminded Dean again that Dean realized that he was less than two days away from Horn Town, and all the secret arts and secrets he knew were practiced in the "traditional" way After reading it once, and already started the second training, those parchments were filled with many patterns.

And Richard Vauban in front of him has also made substantial progress.

At least, the actual combat experience has enriched a lot.

"Richard, we rest today, tomorrow will be your test, you need to be prepared!"

Dean looked at the son of the Marquis who was getting ready in front of him, and couldn't help waving his hands.

"Rest today?"

Richard Vauban was taken aback.

"Rest is also the most important part of cultivation!"

Dean said this, and then, he directly lowered his head, and looked at the drawing in his hand again by the light of the fire.

Among the several drawings, most of them depict the scene that impressed Dean the most.

And from the slight similarity at the beginning to the lifelikeness later, it shows that Dean is very attentive, or in other words... completely intoxicated.

Just like his current state.

Richard Vauban on the side wanted to say something, but was stopped by Harlem.

"Young master is in such a state, it's rare! Please don't bother me!"

Harlem said as the housekeeper of the Zelgaon family.

"In this state?"

Richard Vauban was a little puzzled.

"Well, a state of self-awareness!"

Harlem explained in the tone of a wizard, although it was specious. But Richard Vauban easily accepted this explanation. And watched Dean with a focused expression.

obviously. The son of the Marquis has misunderstood something.

However, Harlem didn't explain anything, he just didn't want Dean, who was obviously thinking about things, to be disturbed.

As for others?

Harlem shrugged and walked to the nearby campfire.

He still needs to be in charge of dinner.

...

"What exactly do you want to convey to me?"

Looking at his own paintings with both eyes, the situation at that time kept appearing in Dean's mind.

Dean has already affirmed that the King of Conquerors is definitely not a simple rehearsal. From the start of the sudden attack on him to the end of the stunned end, they are all conveying something.

but. What made Dean feel helpless was that the way the other party communicated was so special that he couldn't understand it at all.

Even if there were some guesses, they were quickly overturned by him.

Take a deep breath.

Dean looked at the night sky.

In the night sky like a black curtain, the moon is bright and clear, and the stars are dotted with stars. In the midsummer, insects chirping around, mixed with the "cracking" sound of the firewood in the bonfire, it is peaceful.

Dean could hear it clearly. After dinner, the snoring of the resting guards.

same. He could hear the patrolling footsteps of Tiger and Kerr.

On the other side, Mi Weier was flipping through a certain book by the light of the bonfire.

And Richard Vauban, who was also by the campfire, but on the other side, was sitting there thinking about something, looking as if he was in a daze.

Farther away, Harlem found Jerry following the wolves.

The two talked about the trip and the matters after arriving in Bugle Town.

Everything around him appeared in Dean's mind as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

And the picture of the giant dragon soaring into the sky that had been entangled in his mind was submerged unconsciously.

Like a dream, it disappeared with a bang.

Dean came back to his senses. With a relaxed smile, he said that he had carefully sorted out the sketches in his hand—since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it for now.

A slightly astonishing but unsurprising decision made Dean quickly return to normal.

Of course, Dean wasn't giving up.

But when he knows that his ability is insufficient, he needs some people with enough wisdom to help him.

For example: Grand Duke Swordsman, Guard Chief!

Or... the Emerald Duke himself!

Dean stood up and walked towards the dazed Richard Vauban——

"I think you're in great shape now!"

Dean said this, and then pointed to the open space on one side.

"It doesn't mean that tomorrow..."

Richard Vauban said subconsciously, but Dean ignored the other party's words at all, and walked straight to the open space on one side.

After Richard Vauban was slightly startled, he immediately ran over happily.

For every sparring session, he wished for it.

Because, he will have new gains every day!

"This is the final test for you—maybe it will make your journey to the silver level smoother, or it may make you completely disqualified...I can't guarantee anything, everything needs to be decided by you!"

Dean said slowly.

"bring it on!"

The son of the marquis, who seemed to have guessed something, said with a firm face.

"you sure?"

Dean asked again.

"I have no way out! I know very well that my potential is not very good. If I didn't have my father, it would be difficult for me to become a great knight. Now I want to become a silver knight, and even my father can't help me ——I want to fight, and when I was sitting by the campfire just now, I figured it out: it is far better to fight than to do nothing!"

exclaimed Richard Vauban.

"Then get ready!"

said Dean.

"It's already ready!"

Richard Vauban answered.

And just after Richard Vauban's answering voice fell, Dean's breath in front of him changed, and the feeling like a sharp blade made Richard Vauban subconsciously close his eyes.

However, soon, Richard Vauban reacted.

He forced himself to open his eyes.

In front of him was a sea of ​​blood.

Second update~

The kittens of the decadent family all opened their eyes and said~

All kinds of cute~

Go to eat a spicy pot to celebrate tonight~

This chapter is timed~

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