Beams of morning sunlight happened to stream down through the gaps between the surrounding buildings. Each golden ray was like a pillar, falling on all sides of the grounds.

The activity area was a grayish-white place, similar to a playground.

There were already many boys and girls of various ages doing basic exercises there. Most of these children wore gray and white clothes, and from time to time, scattered grunts and shouts could be heard.

The boys were practicing basic moves with wooden swords, such as downward chops and upward slashes. The girls, on the other hand, were uniformly practicing with small wooden shortbows, shooting arrows at targets dozens of meters away.

At the edge stood the figure of a burly man.

Edward Scott glanced over and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a grayish-white top and black pants, with a strong, robust build—just a bit less imposing than Otis the knight. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, quietly watching the children practice, giving off an air of calm steadiness.

As Edward Scott looked at him, the man also noticed Edward Scott stepping out.

The man raised his hand and waved at him.

“Heh heh!!” the man called out loudly, “Everyone, stop for a moment! Come over here!”

The children who were practicing turned to look at him. A boy next to the man gave his sword one last hard swing, making a whooshing sound, immediately drawing the attention of several girls. A hint of pride appeared on his face.

“I said! Stop! Graham, didn’t you hear me?” The middle-aged man’s face darkened.

“Yes, yes… dear Lord Arnold.” The boy replied perfunctorily, lowered his wooden sword, and lazily gathered over.

Once everyone had gathered together,

Edward Scott also walked up to the man, said nothing, and stood to the side.

“Starting today, we’re adding a new member.” Arnold clapped his hands a few times, producing a crisp sound. “Young master Andrew. He just returned from Candia City not long ago. You all should have seen him yesterday during the welcome.”

No one spoke; most of the boys looked indifferent, while the girls glanced at Edward Scott with some curiosity.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.

Edward Scott frowned. He hadn’t come here for morning practice just to waste time on introductions.

“Lord Arnold…”

“Just call me Arnold.” The middle-aged man said modestly.

Edward Scott nodded. “Alright, Arnold, if there’s nothing else, let’s not waste everyone’s practice time. I was just recently injured and want to start some basic recovery exercises. Could you demonstrate them for me separately?”

Arnold was slightly taken aback. Basic exercise methods had been specially taught both back at the castle and when Andrew went to Candia. This was the most fundamental stuff—did he really need a demonstration?

“He doesn’t even know how to do basic exercises…” someone muttered quietly.

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Most of the children immediately showed looks of disdain. In this era, strength was revered, and striving for self-improvement was most respected. Those who lacked ambition were often looked down upon.

A bunch of eyes focused on Edward Scott. As if watching some rare animal, Edward Scott tried hard to keep a straight face and instead focused his attention on Arnold. If only his memory weren’t so fuzzy, if only the original Andrew hadn’t been such a good-for-nothing who only knew how to enjoy himself, how would Edward Scott have ended up in such an awkward situation!

“Arnold, is that alright?” Edward Scott pressed again.

“Al… alright.” Arnold hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “But I can only teach you the basics. If you want further training, Lord Otis and the Baron’s swordsmanship experience should be available to you.”

That’s what he said, but everyone knew that combat strength in this era couldn’t be gained just by being taught. According to the rumors, no one ever became strong simply through instruction.

Chapter 006 Life 3

An experienced warrior could at most become a veteran, but to become a knight, one had to go through countless life-and-death battles, tempering the body to its limits, and then, at a certain opportunity, develop one’s own unique fighting style, unleash potential, and obtain the legendary seed of life energy, which would greatly enhance physical abilities. Only then, by establishing certain merits, could one become a knight.

Among all this, the so-called seed of life energy was the key of keys. Without it, it was impossible to become strong.

Edward Scott had also learned some of this from Andrew’s memories.

The seed of life energy was actually a sensation of internal energy that naturally arose after the body was trained to its utmost. In fact, it was what people on Earth in his previous life called “hard qigong.” On this point, the baron had once described in great detail the feeling and process of training to stimulate the seed. So he could clearly compare and draw conclusions.