Blood sperm

The long-awaited military career reminded Locke of the days when he was a teenager.

Looking back, Locke suddenly realised that he was already twenty-two years old. It felt a little surreal.

Because they were students of the academy, Locke and the knights didn't participate in the army as ordinary soldiers.

They were still the same ten-man squad as before, but this time, Locke was leading a group of powerful beginner-rank Knechts.

In this regard, Aomar was more than twice as good as Faustian. In the barracks, as long as a soldier had served for two years, they would have a chance to obtain impetus manuals.

This was the news that Locke only found out on the second day after he joined the squad.

It was incomparably shocking that the impetus manuals, which were treasured by the nobles in Faustian, were given as free manuals in Aomar's army.

Locke had also seen the impetus manuals that the soldiers practiced. They were all comprehensive, which meant that they were mediocre. There were a few different types of impetus manuals, but none of them had the agility bonus of Falconim, nor did they have any other attributes that could be enhanced.

If they were strong, they could use their impetus to suppress them. However, if they were at the same level, the Aomarian soldiers who practiced in the barracks might not be a match for the knights who practiced special impetus.

But that was enough. Teamwork was the most important thing in a battle, and Locke, who had been a soldier for five years, knew this very well. As long as they cooperated well, it wasn't impossible for a few beginner-rank Knechts to kill a low-rank Knecht.

Locke clearly had the smell of a military camp on him, and it didn't take long for his subordinates to accept him as their captain who had dropped out of nowhere.

Locke knew what these soldiers needed and what they were thinking. In less than a week, not only his squad, but soldiers from other squads also called him 'Big Brother Locke'. The familiar words reminded Locke of Hans and Kane, who were far away in Faustian.

It didn't take long to suppress the rebellion in Osdale. Faced with the powerful Aomarian army, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the army was defeated like a mountain.

At the end of March, the royal family of Osdale regained control of the kingdom. At the beginning of April, Locke and his army were already on their way home.

In the eyes of others, the Aomar Empire was their home, but in his eyes, only the mansion where Angelina, Glace, Suzanne, Lia, and the others lived could be considered half a home.

He still had a year and a half left in Aomar, and he didn't know if he would have the chance to return to Faustian to visit his parents in the next few years.

Locke was chatting with a few knights from the Imperial Academy as he rode his warhorse in the military camp.

Their ranks were much higher than Locke's. Although they were all mid-rank Knechts, they were nobles who were knights or lords.

That was the good thing about being in the barracks. No one would pay too much attention to your status and background. Locke, who was only a noble, wasn't ostracized by the knights.

"Locke, what's with all the injuries on your body?" A handsome knight with a fair face asked.

"Yeah, they scared me when I was bathing yesterday," said another yellow-skinned youth. Another yellow-skinned youth spoke up. Although he wasn't as handsome as the previous one, the unrestrained bangs beneath his helmet showed that he was also a wanton and unrestrained person.

They were all squad jarls of the same platoon and often worked together in private. After five to six months of continuous military operations, they had established a deep friendship.

"Ahem, they're all from before," said Locke.

"Oh." They all knew that Locke had been in the army before and that he was a Faustian, so they weren't surprised to hear his explanation.

"I didn't expect an ordinary academy mission to bring us to such a place," the yellow-skinned knight couldn't help but complain after chatting for a while.

"I know, right? If I knew that I was going to leave the country, I definitely wouldn't have come," another blonde knight said.

The three knights who were closest to Locke were the fair-skinned one, Raphael, the yellow-skinned one, Bond, and the blond one, Gauss. The four of them often worked together.

"Don't complain. Look at the unlucky Ramo, he didn't make it back alive with us," said Bond with a smile.

Ramo was also a platoon jarl of their platoon and seemed to know Raphael and the others. He was a knight from the Iron Will branch of the academy.

He had always been at loggerheads with Raphael and the others in the barracks, and two months ago, he was dragged down by the rebels of Osdale. Even a mid-rank Knecht could be defeated if they were not careful. Ramo had been used as a negative example by the instructors of various academies to teach the knights a lesson by not doing the right thing.

This also made Raphael and the others, who hadn't participated in war before, realize that a mid-rank Knecht couldn't fight a hundred enemies at once. They still had a long way to go.

"Hey, Locke, have you found a way to advance to a high-rank Knecht?" asked Bond.

Unlike Raphael and Gauss, who would inherit their family titles after graduation, their future paths had long been arranged. Among them, only Bond and Locke were prepared to climb to a higher level.

"Not yet," said Locke insincerely. In fact, the two years of trial missions had polished his mid-rank Knecht strength to perfection. He planned to try to break through after taking on a few more missions.

"I have some news. Do you know about blood essence?" Bond pulled Locke aside and whispered, "Do you know about blood essence?"

"Blood essence?" Locke was puzzled. He wasn't familiar with this kind of treasure and had only read about it a few times in the library.

"Blood essence condensed from powerful creatures?" asked Locke.

"That's right," answered Bond. His strength was much weaker than Locke's. If there were no accidents, he might need another four to five years to reach the bottleneck of a mid-rank Knecht based on his current progress.

Just like major monsters could condense magic crystals in their brains or stomachs, creatures with powerful vitality could condense blood essence, also known as blood essence, in their hearts.

This kind of thing usually only appeared in the bodies of large creatures such as bears and elephants. There was a certain probability that it could be produced, but it wasn't guaranteed to exist like the crystal cores of major monsters.

In the black market, the price of blood essence was equivalent to that of magic tools. It was a precious item that was calculated in grams. Because it could greatly enhance a knight's strength, its price had always been high. ()

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