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Garen had a habit of carefully observing the terrain around him every five or six hundred meters, committing it to memory. During his time battling across the Valoran Continent, he had encountered too many illusions, such as a mysterious lady named Leflarn, who was said to be impossible to discern as real even if she stood right in front of you.
As for the black horse gifted by Strick, it had been released half an hour ago.
This was not due to Garen's excessive kindness, but rather because the horse had poor carrying capacity; when Stormblade was lifted, it nearly went into shock.
At that moment, a mechanical and cold voice echoed.
"Those who dare to stand firm in the face of danger shall receive the Holy's blessing. Congratulations, host, you have acquired the skill 'Fearless Spirit'!"
"Fearless Spirit?" Garen paused for a moment before directing his gaze toward the System Panel.
[Host: Garen]
[Level: Fighting Spirit not yet detected]
[Ability Skill:
Fatal Strike: First Level skill. Can dash 20 meters instantly and deal double damage to the target, with a short-term silence effect.]
[Talent Skill:
Fearless Spirit: When activated, enhances the host's persuasive power and deeply awakens the courage of listeners.]
[Items: Stormblade (rank unknown due to being in a dormant state), Watchtower Blueprint (original coordinates located a billion light-years away on the Valoran Continent, will be replicated in one week).]
[Physical Evaluation: A Novice who has not yet cultivated Fighting Spirit. However, in terms of vitality, recovery ability, defense, and resilience combined, he is 4.2 times that of an ordinary man.]
Garen looked closely twice, then helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.
In a sense, Fearless Spirit was a great skill; if used on the battlefield, it would undoubtedly serve as an excellent morale booster. The problem was that Garen had now arrived in the Godeyas Continent, and his primary goal was to build a lighthouse.
That made it somewhat pointless.
Was he supposed to roar at a group of workers building the tower?
Of course, acquiring a new skill was still a good thing. Garen withdrew the System Panel from his mind and continued along the road.
After about twenty minutes of walking, Garen finally left the depths of the Aguillon Mountains and arrived at a fork on the outskirts. It was at this moment that he noticed a group of people not far ahead—more precisely, a supply convoy.
Was it them?
Garen was somewhat surprised but quickly came to terms with it. After all, this road was a Unique passage through the Aguillon Mountains, and this convoy was carrying five hundred pounds of food, so their pace would naturally be slow. It was only a matter of time before they crossed paths.
At that moment, the convoy also spotted Garen. Twenty-three guards stood up, looking somewhat tense.
The captain, known as Black Duncan, hurried over.
He respectfully smiled and said, "It's great to see you again, Sir Garen!"
"Hello."
Garen grinned and pointed at the halted supply team. "Have you run into any trouble?"
Black Duncan shook his head seriously. "No, no. We were specifically waiting for you here. Well... we rushed through earlier and didn't have the chance to thank you properly. However, due to Strick's reasons, it wasn't convenient for us to go up the mountain to find you, so we had no choice but to wait."
Garen did not believe there was anything to be grateful for in offering help. He calmly stated, "Protecting civilians is a warrior's duty."
"Your magnanimity is truly admirable!"
Black Duncan looked at Garen with increased respect. "By the way, may I ask which direction you are headed?"
"Direction?"
"Yes." Black Duncan nodded heavily, explaining, "Our team is about to return to Blackstone Town. If you don't mind, you can join us. We have plenty of supplies, and everyone would love to share a drink with you!"
Clearly, Black Duncan was worried about what might happen on the journey ahead, which was why he invited Garen to join. Of course, the sincerity in his eyes also indicated that he genuinely wanted to treat Garen to a drink.
"Alright then."
Garen recalled that Strick had mentioned that the nearest town was Blackstone Town, so he agreed.
Black Duncan broke into a cheerful smile and immediately called over two of his stronger subordinates. He personally helped redistribute the sacks of rice from the last wooden cart to the others, freeing up enough space for four people. Then he issued a stern command—extra rations tonight!
However, there was not just Garen in the last wooden cart. There was also a young blonde lady named Yasthia. According to Black Duncan, Yasthia had joined the team two days ago and was given a ride due to their coinciding routes.
"Hello, I'm Garen," he said with a smile.
"Yasthia." Yasthia seemed preoccupied; she smiled faintly at Garen before burying her head in her knees.
The team had not traveled far when Garen decided to get off and walk. It wasn't that he found the wooden planks too uncomfortable; as a warrior, he could not sit idly while everyone else walked.
This also provided Yasthia with ample space for herself.
As dusk fell, the Blackstone Squad settled at the foot of a mountain on a stretch of plain. The guards divided their tasks: some gathered firewood, others lit the bonfire, while a few prepared fresh ingredients under the direction of Black Duncan. This orderly team of twenty-three worked seamlessly together.
Before long, Black Duncan approached Garen, holding a large, glistening roasted leg of lamb.
"If all goes well, we should reach the town by tomorrow morning," Black Duncan said with a smile.
Garen nodded and accepted the roasted leg from Black Duncan, taking a hearty bite. After spending half a day together, he had grown more comfortable with the squad leader and felt less restrained in his demeanor.
Of course, Garen was never one to be overly formal.
After exchanging a few casual words, one of the guards sitting around the bonfire suddenly stood up, holding two large mugs of Wheat Beer as he walked over to Garen.
Black Duncan frowned; this was the same man who had spoken disrespectfully to Garen earlier that day.
"Sir Garen, I want to apologize for my rudeness today!" The Short Man's face was slightly flushed from drink, clearly emboldened by alcohol, yet he still approached with trepidation.
At that moment, an inexplicable tension filled the camp.
Earlier in the afternoon, Garen had sensed that these guards were quite wary of him, evidently concerned about how he might react to today's incident. However, Garen had not given it much thought; for someone who had truly been on the battlefield and witnessed countless lives lost and saved, such matters were trivial.
Garen took the mug and lightly clinked it against the Short Man's before downing its contents in one go. "I didn't take it to heart," he said calmly.
The Short Man let out a sigh of relief and quickly finished his Wheat Beer. Nearby guards also relaxed, and the atmosphere around the bonfire returned to its lively state.
Having observed for some time, Black Duncan remarked earnestly, "Sir Garen, you are truly a man worthy of respect!"
Garen stroked his chin thoughtfully and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Black Duncan. Do you know how to build a lighthouse?"
“Lighthouse?” Black Duncan paused for a moment, then began to think seriously. “Well… it depends on the scale.”
“If it’s a larger one?” Garen asked.
Black Duncan rubbed his stubbled chin and replied, “That wouldn’t be a problem. After all, the specifics of the construction are up to the workers. As long as there are enough gold coins, building a castle is just a matter of time!”
“How much gold would that be?” Garen suddenly realized something.
“I’m not too sure about lighthouses. However, there’s a lighthouse outside Baron Yinklang’s castle that’s worth 100,000 gold coins. That’s for a large one; for an average-sized one, it should be around 50,000 gold coins,” Black Duncan said after some thought.
“That expensive?” Garen was taken aback. Even though he wasn’t familiar with the currency system of the Godeyas Continent, that figure was shocking.
“Expensive?” Black Duncan laughed as if he had heard a joke. “Sir Garen, with your impressive strength at such a young age, will you really worry about that kind of money in the future?”
“…”
Garen finally understood why building a lighthouse was considered “not troublesome” in Black Duncan’s eyes.
However, even if the Holy War System completed the Watchtower Blueprint, Garen wouldn’t be able to initiate the construction project immediately. After all, building a lighthouse on the Godeyas Continent was costly, and Garen was broke.
About ten minutes later, Black Duncan suddenly received some news. He waved goodbye to Garen and hurried off.
It seemed that a fellow named Baisaro had been sent by Black Duncan to scout ahead a few days ago but hadn’t returned for several days, leading even Black Duncan to believe something had happened to him.
Moreover, it sounded like this Baisaro was also a mage.
Approximately five minutes later, enthusiastic cheers erupted from not far away.
Watching the scene of reunion by the campfire, Garen poured himself a glass of Wheat Beer and downed it in one gulp before pouring another.
For some reason, Garen thought of the Valoran Continent, of Demacia, and of his two close friends... They must be going wild with worry after discovering he had suddenly disappeared, right?
Yes, those two hiding in the bushes... could they even be called bushes anymore?
At that moment, Garen suddenly felt a warmth spreading through his palm. He turned his head to see Stormblade emanating a faint golden glow, accompanied by a sharp sting, as if a shard of glass had embedded itself in his hand.
Garen opened his hand to look; his palm appeared normal, without any wounds. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed a faint ancient symbol at the center of the sting, as if...
A rune?!
Before Garen could react, the cold voice of the System echoed in succession.
【Capturing Rune Power... One-seventy-eighth of a complete rune... Converting to Fighting Spirit...】
【Congratulations to the host for leveling up...】
【Congratulations to the host for leveling up...】
【Congratulations to the host for leveling up to...】
【Congratulations to the host for becoming a Level 4 Fighting Spirit Warrior!】
Garen's eyes widened in surprise. Earlier that afternoon, Black Duncan had informed him that First Level Fighting Spirit was divided into twelve ranks: the first three levels belonged to Fighting Spirit Apprentices, levels four to six were low-level warriors, levels seven to nine were Intermediate Warriors, and beyond that were Advanced Warriors.
Although the first three levels of Fighting Spirit Apprentices generally lacked strength—much like Strick, who was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person—this single Rune Fragment had propelled Garen directly to Level 4 Warrior!
He had risen a full four levels!
Garen turned his gaze toward the sleeping "old friend."
He could even imagine that during the rhythm of time, Stormblade had chosen to fall into slumber just to leave behind a Rune Fragment for Garen.
Garen caressed the hilt of the sword, murmuring, "Don't worry, one day I will awaken you."
At that moment, Garen paused in his actions, suddenly feeling a chill.
But the problem was that the Fighting Spirit surging within his abdomen was continuously radiating layers of warmth. How could it be cold?
Garen finally realized something and turned to look.
He noticed that the weeds on the plain seemed to have thickened considerably.
Not far away, a few tilted gravestones stood sporadically.
This must be a grave marker...
On the gravestones stood a group of crows with pitch-black feathers.
The cold wind howled, like vengeful spirits weeping.
The grassland had unexpectedly turned into a vast graveyard!
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