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The man was dressed in a gray, coarse linen outfit, with his sleeves and pant legs rolled up, looking like an old farmer who had just returned from working in the fields.
However, his complexion was as rosy as a baby's, and he walked with a confident stride. When Xiar met his gaze, it was almost blinding.
He was noticeably shorter than Marcus, and unlike him, he wasn't robust or imposing; instead, he appeared to be tall and slender like an ordinary person, standing just slightly taller than Xiar. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at him.
Marcus had the noble heir address this man as Uncle Niu, clearly indicating that the man's hidden identity was not inferior to that of Xiar's Father. This only piqued Xiar's curiosity about his visitor.
“Old Cow, the young master wants to learn some martial arts, but his physique is too weak,” Marcus said, striding over and throwing an arm around the man's shoulders, his square face adorned with a flattering smile. “If you have anything good, let’s use it. It’s better than letting it gather dust!”
“Greetings, Uncle Niu,” Xiar said somewhat awkwardly.
The pressure this man exerted on him far surpassed that of Marcus, towering over him like an insurmountable mountain. He even felt that with a casual slap, the man could easily crush him!
This feeling was inexplicably intense, as if it had emerged after the merging of two souls, greatly enhancing his spiritual perception. After all, the previous Xiar had never sensed Marcus's strength.
“Do you want to learn martial arts?” The man pushed aside Marcus and scrutinized Xiar seriously, shaking his head. “You’re a bit too old now; your bones have basically hardened and formed. Many movements could easily lead to injuries.”
Bang!
Marcus slapped the man on the back with a carefree attitude. “Old Cow, don’t keep things from me! Just say what you want. Isn’t it just my wine? I’ll have someone bring you a barrel later!”
He felt a bit pained at the thought since that wine was awarded to him and Baron for their achievements during the campaign against bandits in Stormwind. It was something that couldn’t be found on the market.
“Alright,” the man sighed, somewhat resigned. “To strengthen your body, you’ll need a herb called Mending Flower. You’ll have to find it in the Twilight Forest. If you bring it back, I can prepare a medicinal bath for him.”
“No problem! I’ll go right away.”
After confirming what it looked like, Marcus readily agreed and hurriedly took Xiar away, while behind them came the man's shout: “Don’t forget to bring me the wine!”
Once outside, Xiar spotted a Loli walking toward him.
The girl looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a green cotton dress. Her bare arms were pale and chubby, and her round face was rosy and delicate, resembling a pampered young lady.
In her hand, she held a piece of Rice Cake wrapped in yellow paper, enjoying it with great enthusiasm, completely unaware of the mess on her face. When she spotted Xiar, her brown eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "You have..."
"Rice Cake! You little brat, hurry back here! All you do is play around!"
A loud shout came from the pharmacy, startling the girl into a shiver. She pouted and muttered, "What a hot-tempered bastard of an uncle!"
Xiar stood frozen in place, sensing that the way she looked at him was peculiar—almost as if she were gazing at a ghost!
Before he could ask anything, she bounced past him, licking the remnants of Rice Cake off the yellow paper as she walked.
"Young Master, you should head back quickly. I’ll take some people to Twilight Forest later to look for that herb; you can continue your studies," Marcus called out from beside the carriage, looking puzzled.
Xiar snapped back to reality and replied apologetically, "I’m sorry for troubling you again."
Twilight Forest was not like Moonlight Forest; it was home to countless terrifying beasts. The Forest Wolf there could barely be considered at the bottom of the food chain.
According to legend, deep within Twilight Forest lay extremely fearsome monsters that could easily destroy West Spring Fortress if they ever emerged!
Of course, this was merely a tale; if such powerful creatures truly existed, West Spring Fortress wouldn’t have stood for over a thousand years.
Nonetheless, the terror of Twilight Forest was well-known, having claimed countless lives of herbalists and becoming a forbidden zone in their minds.
"It’s nothing; it’s only natural for me to work for you, Young Master. Don’t worry; with my current strength, there are very few beasts that could harm me," Marcus laughed heartily, his laughter boisterous and carefree.
"Yes, I believe you," Xiar nodded in agreement.
…………
Back in his study, Xiar continued to delve into various books.
The entrance examination for the Imperial Royal Academy becomes more difficult each year. Noble Etiquette is fundamental, along with some political knowledge, territory management, and basic taxation principles.
This academy serves as a cradle for nurturing heirs of the nobility and training managers for the nation. Once graduates leave, they can at least become local tax officials or sheriffs.
Those who perform exceptionally well may receive an olive branch from princes and princesses, becoming their advisors. If the royal ascends to the throne... this enticing prospect draws countless individuals to pursue it eagerly.
Though emperors may be ruthless, those who have followed them since their prince days can still enjoy various privileges. The current Finance Minister of the empire is a prime example, having been an advisor to the emperor in the past!
Xiar looked at the books for a while; they were too dull and tedious, reading them felt no different from studying politics in his previous life—he simply couldn't absorb any information.
The complexities of Noble Etiquette made him want to curse. He couldn't fathom who had devised such a burdensome system that covered every aspect of life, including meetings with emperors, princes, ministers, and gatherings among nobles. This thick book was comparable to a new dictionary, containing everything one could imagine.
"White Spirit!"
He silently chanted, and a translucent interface appeared in response. Unfortunately, there were no corresponding skills formed on it.
In other words, knowledge of etiquette could not be forcibly leveled up using the Evolution Modulator.
Where did Evolution Points come from?
Xiar still hadn't figured out the source of Evolution Points. Previously, he had consumed 0.5 Evolution Points just to elevate his basic swordsmanship from entry-level to beginner level.
Now he had only 1 Evolution Point left. Until he understood its specific source, he had to be frugal with it.
As he thought this over, his gaze unintentionally focused on the attributes section and he was astonished to see that his strength and other physical stats were faintly flickering—this indicated that they could be enhanced using Evolution Points!
Phew!
He let out a long breath, suppressing his inner excitement as he concentrated on the number representing his physique.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
He suddenly felt a lightness throughout his body, a warm current flowing down from his head and coursing through him in an instant. Next, he vaguely heard a faint rumbling sound coming from within, reminiscent of the bodily growth one feels during puberty while dreaming at night.
Xiar was astonished to see that his frail body seemed to have become a bit stronger.
At the same time, his physical attribute increased from 0.5 to 0.6, while his Evolution Points decreased by 0.5!
"Is it possible to play like this!?"
Xiar exclaimed, vaguely realizing the true meaning of Evolution Points: they were meant to propel him toward higher levels of evolution.
Everything was aimed at enhancing his strength—his Four-Dimensional Attributes and Totem Drawing—all of which would allow him to continuously improve and grow stronger!
His eyes sparkled as he looked at the remaining Evolution Points; these points were enough to raise all three of his attributes to 1.
And 1 should represent the physical quality of an ordinary soldier, far stronger than he was now.
But he forcibly suppressed the urge bubbling within him and murmured, "Not nearly enough; I must use them in the most critical areas. It's better to wait for the medicinal bath to enhance my abilities. Besides, a sudden surge in strength would definitely not go unnoticed by Marcus!"
He increasingly sensed Marcus's formidable nature; there was no doubt that Marcus's Four-Dimensional Attributes exceeded 1, perhaps by several times. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to massacre a group of bandits alone!
The next morning, Xiar was shocked to see Eve rushing over with news. "What? Uncle Marcus is injured!"
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