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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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War in other countries

In Faustian and other kingdoms, the Hall of Knights only recruited mid-rank Knechts. As long as a knight could become a mid-rank Knecht, he or she would have the opportunity to join the Hall of Knights' peripheral organisation.

By accepting missions from the Hall of Knights or simply being registered as a member of the Hall of Knights, they would be able to obtain some benefits.

Whether it was potions useful to knights or cultivation methods, the Hall of Knights had everything. This was also the reason why most low-rank Knechts were attracted to the Hall of Knights.

However, the Aomar Empire was different. In the empire, only high-rank Lehrlings could enter the Hall of Knights.

Angelina might be eager to enter the Sanctum, but Locke wasn't. After all, he still didn't know what kind of organisation the Hall of Knights was.

In today's introduction to the history of the continent, Locke could listen to the origins of the Hall of Knights carefully.

As recorded in the black magician's notebook, their continent was indeed called the Missia Continent. As for who named the continent, that would have to be traced back thousands of years ago. The results of the current investigations were not consistent.

The Hall of Knights was the most powerful organisation on the continent.

"This is the place where all knights gather. It's in the northern highlands!" The old knight waved his fist and introduced the place to the students in the classroom with a fanatical look in his eyes.

Locke, who was sitting at the back, noticed that there were about two hundred people in the classroom, and all of them were mid-rank Knechts.

Almost half of the mid-rank Knechts in Perseverance were gathered here. Because he often participated in trial missions, Locke could roughly estimate the strength of the students in Princeton Royal Academy from the strength of the students in the mission hall.

There were about three hundred high-rank Knechts scattered across the four knight academies, including Perseverance. Each academy had about seventy to eighty high-rank Knechts.

These people were the elites of the academy, and they only appeared in the fourth and fifth years. Basically, as soon as they graduated, they would be given important positions by the empire. They would either be sent to a certain region to become a commander, or they would receive a decent noble title.

If they could become Ritters in the future, they would definitely become the castellan of a large city.

Of course, that was a minority. According to Locke's inquiries and observations, the probability of a high-rank Knecht becoming a Ritter was less than one in ten.

Mid-rank Knechts made up a large proportion of the academies. Like Locke, the knights who often appeared in the mission hall were all mid-rank Knechts. There were about a thousand of them in total across the four academies.

There were also many low-rank Knechts and entry-rank Knechts. These two levels accounted for more than half of the academies' total. There were about three thousand of them.

Today, Locke had the time to attend the introduction to the history of the continent because it was one of the few courses.

From the introduction given by the old paladin who was also his mentor, Locke had gained a general understanding of the Hall of Knights.

After class, he greeted a few knights he was familiar with and walked out of the classroom.

He'd met the knights when he accepted missions in the mission hall. With his high mission success rate and decent strength, there had been more than one group that wanted to accept him.

After trying to carry out a few missions with several teams, Locke gave up on such team missions. He hated the feeling of being ordered around. It would be better if he could make the decisions himself, but he was obviously not qualified to do so as a second-year student.

Coupled with the fact that the distribution of the spoils of war was not satisfactory, Locke simply became a lone ranger for the past six months.

Being a lone ranger was a test of a knight's personal combat ability. If they failed in a mission, they might not even have a guard. Fortunately, Locke wasn't that unlucky.

In the next year or two, he planned to improve himself through missions. He could listen to the academy's standard teaching occasionally, but it wasn't very suitable for combat professions like him. He needed to improve himself through actual combat.

A month after the new year, Locke appeared in the Ten Thousand Mountains in the northwest of Aomar. Snow fell like goose feathers. A knight in light blue heavy armor was fighting with a grizzly bear in the snowy mountains.

In that battle, the corner of Locke's eye was slashed half a finger deep, but the result was that he killed an adult stone grizzly bear. The grizzly bear was a mid-level major monster, and its head and fur were now hanging in the middle of the hall of Locke's house.

In March, a young knight in a trench coat rode a green warhorse in the western desert of Aomar. He single-handedly annihilated the Hurricane Bandits, which had been terrorizing the Atokes province for ten years. The leader of the bandits, Olaf, who was a mid-level Knecht, was said to have been split in half along with his armour.

In April, Locke dragged his wounds back to Monteris to recuperate for a month. It wasn't as exaggerated as the rumors made it out to be. Locke had only chopped off the head of the Hurricane Bandits along with his helmet, but his back had been stabbed more than ten times by the other bandits.

However, it was all worth it. He now had a dozen or so heads worth hundreds of gold moores in his spatial ring, with Madman Olaf's head being the most valuable of them all.

At the end of June, a grey-haired knight was fighting with two sharp-beaked owls in the Kendal Rift Valley in the southeast of the Kelsidaya Plains.

His Eaglite impetus gave him high agility, allowing him to maneuver on cliffs with complicated terrain, relying on small rocks, trees, and other environments to move around.

Although the owls pecked off two pieces of flesh from his chest, Locke still managed to kill the two owls with a wingspan of two metres.

His body dripping with dark red blood, Locke climbed to the top of the rift valley with difficulty with his spoils of war.

In mid-September, Locke boarded a caravan to the Osdale Kingdom, the northern neighbour of Aomar. It was his first time leaving the country in the past two years, and he had a tender farewell with his women when he left.

In the twelfth month of the Year of the Straw, Locke arrived in Ethiopia, the capital of the Osdale Kingdom. Locke and the regular army of Aomar, a total of five thousand soldiers, were invited by the royal family of the Osdale Kingdom to suppress the rebellion of the neighboring lords.

It was also through this battle that Locke felt the terror of Aomar, the most powerful nation on the continent, for the first time.

Five thousand soldiers of the Iron Armor Army and hundreds of Imperial Academy Knights had formed such a force that they could not even raise their heads against the one hundred and fifty thousand rebels.

The reason for this was the huge difference in strength. Aomar's ordinary soldiers were at least as strong as entry-level Knechts, while the rebels of Osdale were mostly ordinary people who had never learned impetus. ()

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