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Two months ago, I had just become a knight. Alongside my comrades, we were filled with ambition. On the Justice Trinity, someone mentioned that we might not survive this war. However, I disagreed; I believed that whether we lived or died was entirely up to us.
I wish everyone great success!
John raised his cup and downed the contents in one go.
Cheers! With a loud shout, the four of them unhesitatingly lifted the potions before them and drank deeply. They gulped the potions down, and in the blink of an eye, their cups were empty. Yet, they felt no immediate effects. As time ticked by, they exchanged glances, beginning to doubt: My lord, could this be a fake potion? Why do we feel nothing at all?
Just as their words faded, a wave of excruciating pain surged through them like a tide. The pain struck with such intensity that it felt as if countless steel needles were piercing their bones simultaneously, rendering them momentarily speechless.
Ahhhh! It hurts! The agonized screams erupted from their mouths, echoing throughout the room. They clutched their heads tightly as their bodies twisted and contorted in agony.
Veins bulged across their bodies like small blue snakes slithering beneath their skin; sparse body hair began to grow at an alarming rate, quickly covering them entirely; their heads tilted back as their limbs began to swell and elongate dramatically, sharp claws sprouting like blades; even their faces underwent a terrifying transformation, becoming grotesque.
Roar!
Their mouths jutted forward into fearsome fangs, while their eyes transformed into golden rings that glimmered with a chilling light. Gray wolf fur sprouted from their bodies like mushrooms after rain, rapidly enveloping them until they became four werewolves.
Roar! We did it, right, my lord?
One of the werewolves gritted his teeth against the pain and asked John, who stood nearby.
That's right; you succeeded.
John nodded with satisfaction and stepped closer to examine the four newly transformed werewolves. He reached out to gently stroke their muscular limbs, feeling the immense power contained within.
This miraculous potion was indeed extraordinary; it had effortlessly created four formidable warriors with Half-Step Transcendent strength. A proud smile spread across John's face.
You four go find the Master; each of you will lead fifty Militia. Starting today, you'll earn three gold coins a month just like the Master.
Yes! The response was particularly loud—everyone was thrilled about the raise.
Bang! The sound echoed as the four exited the basement and closed the door behind them. John returned to the Alchemy table; he still had many materials for healing potions and needed to hurry to brew another batch for more assurance.
On the other side, in the castle's vast and dimly lit warehouse, Kevin Qi was busily preparing for the upcoming large-scale expedition. This time, he was not leading a small group of just a few dozen people for a leisurely outing; instead, he was in charge of a massive force of three to four hundred! Therefore, a wide array of supplies needed to be meticulously organized, leaving no room for error. Any misstep could lead to unimaginable consequences.
As Kevin carefully counted the existing supplies, he silently calculated what additional equipment was needed and where he could procure more precious Magic Wolf Hearts.
Meanwhile, outside on the expansive and flat Training Ground, Master was fervently gathering the serfs from Salty Fish Village, selecting those suitable to become part of the Militia. This was a direct order from Lord John, who demanded that Master quickly recruit more Militia members to meet his lord's training needs. With time running short and the task daunting, finding so many suitable candidates in such a brief period was no easy feat.
In contrast to Kevin and Master, Kuiradi found himself with a bit more leisure. John had not assigned him any tasks.
However, it wasn't entirely accurate to say he had nothing to do. If one were to count it, helping several Bloodline Knights hone their skills and better understand their own abilities could be considered a job of sorts. Yet compared to the busyness of others, Kuiradi felt somewhat idle.
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