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In the castle, in Sean Sterling's room, Bu and Reynold sat on the sofa. In front of them, Sean Sterling slowly took out a rolled-up map from his pocket and spread it out on the table before him.
Bu and Reynold exchanged glances, feeling somewhat puzzled, but they silently focused their attention on the map laid out on the table.
The map depicted a rough layout, with winding lines resembling a centipede covering it, along with numerous red dots scattered throughout and accompanied by various textual descriptions.
"You are now considered preparatory students of Holy Light Academy. Before becoming official students, you must pass through the Path of Holy Light," Sean Sterling raised an eyebrow, gazing at Bu and Reynold with a solemn tone.
"Path of Holy Light?" Bu felt confused and looked at Reynold, who also shook his head in uncertainty.
Sean Sterling understood that they had likely never heard of it before and began to explain: "The Path of Holy Light is a trial you must undergo before entering the academy. Even if you cannot pass it, that’s fine; however, the benefits you receive after entering the academy will be significantly reduced.
The opening of the Path of Holy Light will be a grand event, gathering talented individuals selected from various countries and regions to compete against each other. The ultimate victor will be directly chosen by the academy as a Silver Star Student, enjoying unparalleled glory and countless resources."
"Directly chosen as a Silver Star Student?" Bu was taken aback, his heart racing, feeling somewhat dry-mouthed.
Reynold's eyes also sparkled with intense longing.
How could this not be enticing? Even someone as strong as Sean Sterling was merely a Silver Star Student at this moment. But now there was such an opportunity, a shortcut to become a Silver Star Student directly—it was almost overwhelming.
Sean Sterling shook his head lightly and chuckled. He had anticipated their reaction and couldn't help but pour cold water on their excitement: "The benefits are indeed appealing, but you must face a reality. If the title of 'king' were so easily obtained, wouldn’t the Path of Holy Light be a joke? Even last year's most outstanding candidate from Crook Duchy did not receive the title of king; he only ranked among the top three candidates and was selected as a Copper Star Cadet, receiving a Storage Bracelet as a reward."
"The candidate didn’t even obtain the title of king? Then who received it in last year's Path of Holy Light?"
Bu was somewhat astonished. The candidate had now become a Star Student, but in last year's Path of Holy Light, he was merely one of the top three candidates. The student who held the title of king must have achieved something extraordinary—could it be that they became one of the Star Students even earlier than him?
Sean Sterling smiled mysteriously and shook his head: "In last year's Path of Holy Light, no one received the title of king. This has been true for over ten sessions; no one has ever obtained that title."
"How is that possible?" Bu frowned. In academics, there is always a top student; if no one has ever received the title of king, then what significance does Holy Light Academy place on this so-called position? Wouldn’t it just be an embarrassment without any meaning?
"Nothing is impossible. Do you know how difficult it is to become a king? A king means being recognized as the strongest by all new recruits, and everyone has no doubt about it, lacking the courage to challenge you.
Among the top talents selected from dozens of countries, who isn't proud and ambitious? To make everyone willingly acknowledge you as king, to instill fear in them so they dare not oppose you—such a thing is inherently difficult. Moreover," Sean Sterling's eyes flickered as he furrowed his brow and chuckled softly, "the situation is not merely so; you'll understand the specifics in due time."
Bu was engrossed in listening but felt frustrated by Sean Sterling's teasing conclusion. He rolled his eyes, feeling as if a cat were scratching at him, eager to know the deeper secrets.
"There are still half a month until the start of the Path of Holy Light. This time is enough for both of you to prepare adequately. By then, you will also learn about the detailed introduction to the Path of Holy Light, so I won't go into specifics now." Sean Sterling smiled lightly, then turned his gaze back to Bu and shifted the topic, "Earlier, I mentioned that after the Peak Showdown, I would take you to meet the Aldra Family. You decide when we should set off."
Upon hearing this from Sean Sterling, Reynold was momentarily stunned. He glanced at Bu and then seemed to have guessed something, his expression shifting to silence.
Bu did not expect Sean Sterling to bring this up at this moment. After pondering for a moment, he replied softly, "After I visit Lange tomorrow, we can set off. However, before that, I still need to make some preparations to keep Warren on edge."
"Mm." Sean Sterling smiled slightly and nodded, not having anything else to add at that moment.
Bu and Reynold exchanged glances before rising to bid farewell to Sean Sterling. The two left the room together.
"Do you need my help?" Once outside the door, Reynold suddenly asked. His words were abrupt; Bu paused for a moment before understanding his intention.
"Thank you, but no need. I already have a good strategy." Bu appreciated Reynold's kindness but believed that with his thorough preparations for the Aldra Family visit, nothing unexpected would occur.
Reynold nodded and said nothing more before turning to leave.
Watching Reynold depart, Bu did not return to his room but instead called over a guard in the corridor. He whispered a few instructions into the guard's ear and then handed him a letter.
The guard received the order with an affirmative response and hurried away with the letter.
"Warren, I wonder if your double cannon general has any strategies to save the situation," Bu said with a sly smile, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes as he turned back to his room.
Not long after, Locke and Ivan, accompanied by Amy, entered the castle under the guidance of two guards and arrived at the door of Bu Wei's room.
Upon opening the door, the three entered the room. Amy kept her head down, appearing extremely insecure.
Her appearance had changed so much that when Locke first met her, he could hardly recognize her. If it weren't for a faint sense of familiarity that led him to pursue her, they might not have recognized each other even now.
"Please sit down. You are all my trusted confidants. Now that I am able to make some progress, I will certainly not treat you poorly."
Bu Wei smiled and invited the three to take a seat. Ivan, feeling anxious and fearful, nodded and bowed, first pulling out chairs for Locke and Amy, wiping them clean before calling them Boss and Sister-in-law. After they sat down, he foolishly smiled as he took his own seat, looking as if he were sitting on pins and needles, with half of his backside still hovering in the air.
Seeing this, Bu Wei chuckled and shook his head, thinking that Ivan was indeed a person who knew how to please others. Despite his lack of strength, with his ability to win people over, he could still manage well in the strongman-dominated Fran Continent.
Throughout this time, Amy kept her head down. Only when Ivan called her Sister-in-law did she tremble slightly, her neck flushing crimson with shyness.
Bu Wei's gaze fell on Amy, and he sighed inwardly. He reached for the wine jug on the table when Ivan quickly extended his hand to pour a glass for Bu Wei. He humbly smiled as he filled glasses for Locke and Amy as well; this ability to read the room was indeed rare.
"Amy, I toast this glass to you. I will always remember your help last time. No matter what has happened to you or how much misfortune you have faced in the past, I, Brent, promise here today that I will treat you sincerely just like I do with Locke. If you need any assistance in the future, feel free to ask. As long as I can do it, I will help you fulfill your wishes."
"Master."
After Bu Wei finished speaking, he raised his glass and drank it all in one go. Locke's eyes were filled with warmth; he excitedly lifted his glass and drank it down as well.
He had no words of thanks; Locke knew that throughout his life, he would follow one person faithfully through thick and thin—this was enough.
Amy lifted her head; at this moment, two lines of tears streamed down her face. On her seemingly unattractive face flowed bitterness, gratitude, and an unprecedented beauty.
"Thank you, thank you." Amy's voice was choked with emotion as she repeatedly expressed her thanks but could not say anything more.
"Master, let me tell you about Amy," Locke said as he patted Amy on the shoulder and then turned to the path.
Bu nodded, looking at Amy's ugly appearance, but the initial feeling of disgust had faded from his heart.
She was a pitiful woman who must have endured a tragic and unfortunate experience. If she were not connected to Locke, Bu might not have bothered with someone else's affairs, but since she had a relationship with Locke, he felt he could not stand by idly.
"When I met Amy, she was a lively and beautiful girl. During a mission..."
Locke's gaze held a hint of nostalgia as he calmly recounted what seemed to Bu like a rather cliché story. By the end, Amy appeared to relive her fall from happiness into a merciless hell, crying like a broken person.
The events, in Bu's view, resembled a tragic tale akin to that of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
Seven or eight years ago, Locke was gravely injured during a mission and fell into a coma. He was saved by Amy's convoy. Initially, as a thief, he was not someone anyone would want to help, and the guards protecting the convoy had strongly advised against it. However, out of kindness, Amy insisted on saving him, allowing Locke to miraculously survive.
After waking up, Locke realized that Amy was his savior. He kept this gratitude in his heart and chose to leave discreetly under the cold and watchful eyes of the convoy's guards.
Two people from entirely different worlds—one a cold-hearted thief teetering on the edge of life and death, and the other the illegitimate daughter of Thunderous Merchant Guild Elder San. They were never meant to intersect again, but life is indeed strange; two people who seemed destined never to meet ended up together, leading to tragedy.
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