Weird ‘peace’

It was a new week, and Locke continued his studies.

Apart from the cultural class in the morning, he also had a systematic training course for knights.

Because he was the one who signed up for the course, Locke had a plan to practice the areas that he wasn't proficient in.

One of the main points was horsemanship. Locke's horsemanship class had already started for the third day.

On the racecourse. "Giddy up! Giddy up! "The sound of a horsemanship could be heard as the knights moved like the wind on the spacious road.

Henry had also signed up for the horsemanship class, and Locke had been training with him for the past few lessons.

The horsemanship teacher was a burly, dark-skinned man in a tight suit. He stood quietly on the hillside of the racecourse and watched the cavalrymen train one after another.

The horses in the racecourse were all purebred horses from Aomar, and they were several times better than the horse that Locke had been assigned to when he was in the cavalry battalion. Their explosive power and endurance made Locke very happy when he first came into contact with them.

A good warhorse could increase a knight's strength by at least a third. Every knight hoped to have a good horse that could communicate with them.

"Rest for five minutes, then continue training!" the black-faced instructor shouted at the top of his lungs.

Locke and the others' training was very simple. They just had to ride their warhorses through the obstacles in a certain area of the racecourse, but it wasn't easy.

The complicated obstacles made the students who had just come into contact with the horses suffer. It wasn't that they couldn't react fast enough, but they couldn't adjust their horses to the best condition.

"Locke, how did you do so well?" asked Henry as he panted and pulled Locke's arm.

Compared to his horsemanship, which hadn't improved much in half a week, Locke's improvement was definitely among the top of the sixty students in the class.

Locke scratched his head and didn't know what to say. Could it be that he had been on the battlefield before and his reflexes were better than theirs?

After spending the past few days with them, Locke realised that none of them had been on the battlefield before.

Locke was the only one among them who had participated in the war.

The Aomar Empire spanned tens of thousands of miles. Could it be that this great empire was still standing firm after three thousand years of turmoil?

He wasn't sure if there were other empires on the same level as Aomar, but he didn't believe that there weren't any other empires that didn't challenge Aomar's authority.

After searching for information in the library and asking Angelina and other knowledgeable people, the final answer was no.

It was inconceivable. Apart from occasionally suppressing internal disturbances in this vast and boundless empire, not even a slightly larger rebellion had occurred.

Feeling that something was amiss, Locke immediately searched through the records of the surrounding kingdoms, except for Aomar.

There was no war!

There were dozens of kingdoms and hundreds of duchies around Aomar. Apart from the war between Faustian and Shalor last year, there hadn't been a single large-scale conflict in the past hundred years, let alone a war of annihilation.

The last national war was between the Rand Kingdom and the Zebic Kingdom in the northwest of the Aomar Empire 165 years ago. Within four years, the Rand Kingdom had annexed the Zebic Kingdom, which was about as powerful as them.

This was very similar to the process of Faustian's occupation of Shalor.

No wonder Locke always felt that his classmates were no match for him in terms of overall strength, even though their impetus levels weren't much lower than his. Locke had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, so how could these nobles who grew up in a greenhouse compare to him?

Locke was ranked third in the class in terms of equestrianism.

The first two were veterans who had been systematically trained by their families since they were young. Locke's achievement was already shocking enough.

"You've been on the battlefield before?!" asked the instructor in surprise as he pulled Locke aside.

"Yes!" Locke replied loudly. He knew that the instructor appreciated honest knights, and a Ritter was also worthy of his respect.

"Not bad!" Patting Locke's shoulder, the black-faced instructor stuffed a grey potion into Locke's hand. "This is your reward for coming in third place!"

The top three students would receive different levels of rewards. This was the usual practice in Princeton Academy.

Locke had attended a lot of classes before, but this was the first time he received such a legendary reward.

Locke had never seen this grey potion before, so he planned to ask Angelina about it before deciding whether to take it.

After riding for half a day, Locke took a shower in the bathhouse outside the racecourse. He wore a short-sleeved shirt and casually draped his noble robe over his shoulders, causing passersby to turn their heads.

It was rare to see someone with a personality like Locke in Princeton Academy. Even the careless knights were well-mannered and well-mannered, so they wouldn't be disheveled in public.

Perseverance's cafeteria was always crowded, so it wasn't easy for Locke to find a seat.

He touched the few gold moores in his pocket and ordered another serving of salmon.

When he left Faustian, he brought thousands of gold derahls with him. Including the spoils of war in Glace's spatial ring, he had about eight thousand gold derahls.

However, he only managed to exchange two thousand gold moores at the official exchange office of Aomar.

Locke didn't have much money left in the academy, and he still had to give some to his sister and Suzanne.

He didn't have to worry about Kristin, Glace, and Laffey. Their spatial equipment contained the wealth of Felippe's family, which was far richer than what he had. As far as he knew, a spatial ring alone was worth about three thousand gold moores.

Locke wasn't the type to rely on women. He hadn't asked Glace or Angelina for money since he'd been in Princeton for quite some time. He planned to make some money when he had some free time.

Money was a man's courage. In order to save money, Locke even had to eat slowly.

"Do you like fish?" Irene appeared out of nowhere and sat opposite him with a plate of food.

Her plate was filled with bread sauce. Just like how Locke always ate salmon, Irene mainly ate bread sauce.

The main ingredients of bread sauce were bread and minced monster meat. It tasted average and only cost one gold moore.

"It's alright." Locke glanced at the bread sauce on Irene's plate and didn't say anything else.

Irene had more or less helped him in class. Now that there were no extra seats in the cafeteria, he couldn't kick her out. He could only hope that Angelina wouldn't visit him today, otherwise, she'd be jealous again.

Through her self-introduction and the month they'd spent together, Locke found out that she was the daughter of a small noble family in Aomar.

Although her rank wasn't high, her father was quite rich and managed to get her to study in Princeton Royal Academy.

However, no matter how rich she was, she could only barely make ends meet in Princeton, which had a high standard of living.

Perhaps he could ask her for help when he was looking for ways to make money in the future.

Irene was a Knecht who practised impetus, and as a student of Princeton Academy, she had a lot of advantages. As long as he used the right methods, it wouldn't be a problem to get money.

It was just a small amount of food, so it didn't take long for Locke to finish it. Irene, on the other hand, chewed on her bread leisurely.

"I'll be leaving first. Take your time," said Locke as he got up and left. Locke got up and left. He had an important class in the afternoon, which was a knight's combat course.

Irene didn't respond and just waved her hand to show that she understood.

He didn't know why she approached him in the first place. Anyway, their relationship was only limited to knowing some basic information about each other. There was no deeper relationship at all.

However, they'd been sitting at the same table for almost a month and often ate together in the cafeteria.

Locke didn't mind being a man, and Irene was a noblewoman, so she wasn't worried about her reputation being tarnished. Perhaps all knights were like this.

Locke didn't know many female knights, only a few in his class. Although they weren't bad looking, they were all very rough. They often chatted and laughed with the male students after training.

Locke continued thinking about the illogical 'peace' that he'd noticed in the morning and headed to the training ground.

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