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Heimarian Odyssey

Locke is a middling officer in the Kingdom of Faustian’s army. He happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time, depending on your perspective, and happens to save the kingdom’s princess. As fortune would have it, love prospers, but in a world of peasantry and nobility, a middling, peasant-born soldier has no right to love a princess. Locke is nothing if not determined, however, and sets out to become someone worthy of loving the princess, someone her family can accept. But that path is neither short, nor safe, as our hero will soon discover. Tags : Army Building, Caring Protagonist, Cold Protagonist, Death of Loved Ones, Empires, Evolution, Fan-fiction, Harem, Incest, Kingdom Building, Kingdoms Knights, Knights Level System, Long Separations, Male Protagonist, Near-Death Experience, Older Love Interests, Pregnancy, Slow Growth at Start, Strong to Stronger, Wars, kufsten translation

Kufsten · Fantasy
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291 Chs

High-ranking Knecht

Today, a stranger wearing a hood came to Bana Waterfall, located in the southeast of Aomar.

At the foot of the waterfall was a small lake about half the size of a sports field. The calm lake rippled due to the turbulence of the water from the sky.

However, the surface of the lake was still flat and the water was very clear. What was puzzling was that there was not a single living creature in the lake.

Suddenly, a black shadow emerged from the depths of the lake.

"It's here!" Locke whispered under his cloak.

He took a step back and pulled out the longsword at his waist. He held a spear in his left hand, the tip of which was sharp. Upon closer inspection, it was the sharp beak of a major monster.

Then, he pointed the spear at the black shadow under the water.

After throwing the spear out, Locke took a step forward and followed closely behind him.

"I hope my swimming skills haven't deteriorated too much," Locke muttered to himself and suddenly dove into the water.

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As the sun set, a bonfire was lit on the shore of the lake. Beside the dancing flames, sat a soaking wet knight.

There were a few more dents on his froststeel armour. It was indeed difficult for Locke to deal with a major monster of this level.

There were still strands of flesh attached to the wound on his neck. It wasn't clear whether it was Locke's flesh or the giant monster that had died a long time ago.

A black, three-metre-long snakehead was lying on the ground with thorns and barbs on its back. It was obvious that it wasn't a herbivore.

Teeth as big as Locke's fist were scattered in the snakehead's mouth. Not only were they sharp, but they also glinted coldly.

However, none of that mattered anymore.

The long wound on the snakehead's abdomen that almost ran through its entire body was a death sentence for it.

Locke had fought with it underwater for a long time, risking being chewed up and swallowed by it, before he discovered its weakness.

The black thorn fish was wrapped in thick scales and barbs. On its abdomen, there was a white line. That white line was its weakness. There were no hard bones or scales in that position. It only took a sharp longsword to kill it.

After resting for a long time, Locke opened his eyes. Having recovered his impetus, he wasn't in a hurry to deal with the fish. Instead, he took out another blood essence from his spatial ring.

He opened his mouth and swallowed. The thick blood energy in his body began to boil again. It was time to cultivate.

Through his keen sense of blood essence, he could feel every muscle in his body getting stronger and every blood vessel tougher. His bones had also become tighter and harder during the cultivation process.

The most important thing was that the Dou Qi whirlpool in his abdomen was spinning crazily. Moreover, it was getting bigger and bigger. He had once again encountered the bottleneck that he had not felt for a long time.

It was late at night, but the flames on the bonfire did not stop.

"Next stop, rock frogs in the southern swamp?"

A sigh could be heard in the dark night.

"Are you really going to the Sanctum?!" In Princeton, Viscount Cage, who was dressed in a noble robe, appeared in front of Angelina in a mansion somewhere on Sancher Street.

He was a noble sent by the king to escort Angelina. He was in charge of everything that happened to Angelina in Aomar.

For example, he had only just found out about the princess's plan to go to the Sanctum to study. This was a serious dereliction of duty.

"Does the king already know about your decision?" Cage asked. It would take at least two months to send a message from the Aomar Empire to the palace in Felor.

"I've already communicated with my mentor through flame transmission," said Angelina quietly. The mentor she was referring to was, of course, the only high-rank Lehrling in Faustian.

"Oh, that's good." Cage sighed. Since the lord already knew about it, the king must also be aware of the princess's decision.

Nobles of his level generally didn't have access to the Sanctum, but because he had escorted the princess abroad, he got to know many of Faustian's higher-ups, including Ritters and above.

The Sanctum and the Hall of Knights were the two strongest organisations on the continent. Cage had heard about them several times since he arrived in Princeton. It was actually a good thing that the princess could study at such a place.

Cage seemed to have thought of something and tried to ask, "Does Locke know about your plans?" Cage was one of the few nobles who came to study in Aomar to know about the relationship between the princess and Locke.

After a moment of silence, Angelina replied, "He knows." Then, she didn't say anything else.

Looking at Angelina's expression, Cage didn't dare to ask why he hadn't seen Locke since he entered the mansion for so long.

During the past few months in Aomar, Viscount Cage and Locke, the newly promoted noble knight of Faustian, had developed a good relationship.

"I'll take my leave then." Cage bowed and left. A flame transmission alone wasn't enough to explain the princess's trip to the Sanctum. As the person in charge, he had to write all the details on a piece of paper and send them back to Faustian.

Meanwhile, in another room in the mansion, Kristin was sitting in Glace's arms and asked softly, "Where did Brother go?"

Locke would always tell the women in the house before he left for a mission, but he left without saying goodbye this time, which made them worried.

"He went on a mission," Glace said concisely. Glace was concise and to the point. She knew some of the details, but it wasn't appropriate for her to go into detail since it involved Angelina. Kristin was also too young to understand.

Lia, who was next door, also looked at the night sky outside the window and let out a sigh.

A month and a half later, a week before Angelina's advancement, Locke returned to Princeton.

He was exhausted and didn't even have the time to submit his mission to the academy. He went straight into the training room.

"Advancement to a high-rank Knecht?" Laffey, who was chased out of the training room, was stunned for a moment. Then, he suddenly reacted as if he had found out something important. He ran to the next room to call Glace and the others.

After a while, Glace, Suzanne, Angelina and the others all gathered outside the training room. The heavy door blocked everyone's view, so no one knew what Locke was going through inside.

If Laffey hadn't come to call them, they wouldn't have known that Locke had already returned home.

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