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Rody had simply overtrained.
It was already a challenging task for a still-developing body to undergo the high-pressure training of an adult soldier. After completing the muscle awakening exercises, Rody pushed through the remaining two parts without regard for whether his body could handle it, relying solely on sheer willpower. The result was evident; willpower alone was far from sufficient.
Fortunately, the new assistant instructor was a healing mage. When Yasthia ceased her magic, Rody slowly regained consciousness.
"Your body is mostly fine, but you shouldn't train so recklessly," Yasthia said.
Rody gazed at Garen and, after a moment of silence, replied, "I can continue."
"Alright."
It wasn't until Rody resumed his Muscle Training that Yasthia snapped back to reality.
"You actually agreed to let him?" Yasthia said incredulously. "With his body, he can't possibly handle these movements! He'll faint again!"
"I know," Garen shrugged. "He said he could keep going."
"So you just agreed? This is irresponsible towards a student!" Yasthia looked at Garen's nonchalant demeanor and felt inexplicably angry. "Did you teach him this set of movements?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god, this routine requires at least an adult soldier—no, it should be a soldier with over two years of training to master it completely! How could you let him do this?" Yasthia frowned. "What if he faints again?"
"It'll be fine," Garen waved his hand dismissively. "You're a healing mage."
Yasthia paused for a moment. Although Garen was right, she couldn't shake off the uncomfortable feeling. She suddenly found the warrior somewhat annoying; someone who didn't consider others couldn't possibly be well-liked.
Nevertheless, despite her thoughts, Yasthia obediently went over to supervise Rody's training.
From Garen's perspective, he simply believed that stopping Rody's training would surely disappoint him. Plus, Rody's physique could indeed handle more training, so he allowed it.
As for what Yasthia was thinking, to be honest, he wasn't very interested.
Long ago, in that alley, Garen had labeled Yasthia as a glamorous powerless person. In other words: big-chested and brainless.
However, from another perspective, Yasthia was quite exceptional, with an absurdly high efficiency in getting things done.
After school that evening, she headed to the bustling market to gather information about land for sale. Although Garen's Black Gold Loft stored a considerable amount of gold coins, it was still far from enough to construct the Watchtower. Therefore, every expense before the actual construction of the tower had to be saved.
By noon the next day, Yasthia returned to the academy.
"I've bought the land; it's a piece of wasteland in the Southern Suburb Forest, about 570 square meters. It cost a total of 349 gold coins." Yasthia looked somewhat haggard.
"What’s next?" Garen was taken aback; he hadn't expected that what seemed like an incredibly tedious site selection process would take Yasthia only half a day.
"Patience is key."
According to Yasthia, she had already contacted workers to transport the steel materials for the tower to the Southern Suburbs. However, considering the weight and volume of these materials, it would take at least seven or eight days for everything to arrive. If it happened to rain, it would take even longer.
The entire tower construction project was divided into four phases. What they were dealing with now was merely the beginning of the first phase.
Purchasing these steel materials had cost over a thousand gold coins.
Garen didn't rush to earn more gold coins; after all, there was still a considerable fortune waiting at Sharg. Instead of wasting time worrying about money issues prematurely, it would be better to quickly enhance his strength, which would significantly improve his efficiency in earning gold coins.
In the afternoon, Garen took some time to visit the Southern Suburbs.
Deep within the dense forest lay a desolate piece of land, surrounded by makeshift fences. At the edge stood a simple wooden hut meant to shield against wind and rain.
Inside the hut were piles of heavy and massive steel materials, neatly arranged; however, many corners were still empty, indicating that a large quantity of steel had yet to be delivered.
Before long, several crude wooden carts arrived and unloaded a substantial amount of steel materials.
Yasthia wore a simple black coat, her focus entirely on the blueprint in her hands, her lovely eyes filled with worry.
"Is there a problem?" Garen approached and asked.
"How did you..." Yasthia looked up in surprise, only then realizing that the wooden cart had stopped.
"Come take a look."
Yasthia nodded and said, "There is indeed a problem, but I can solve it."
Garen's expression turned puzzled.
"In the first phase of materials, there is a very special type of steel. Its value isn't high, but it's extremely rare; there's only one place in the entire town that sells it," Yasthia explained. "I had already made contact, but I just found out this morning that the family behind the supplier has gone bankrupt, and the new manager has closed all trading channels."
"So you're saying this steel is no longer available?" Garen asked.
"If we want to buy it from the town, transportation time will be a major issue since steel is very heavy. Plus, the price would increase significantly," Yasthia sighed.
"Tell me what kind of steel it is; I'll find a way," Garen said after a moment of silence.
The steel Yasthia referred to was called Azure Sky Iron. Due to its limited applications and the difficulties in mining it, its value wasn't particularly high. However, it was an essential component for the Watchtower. Ordinary steel couldn't bear the flow of magical energy, and the price of magic-infused steel was exorbitant, which is why Azure Sky Iron was needed.
The unique characteristic of Azure Sky Iron was its ability to hold a small amount of magical energy.
Considering economic factors, Azure Sky Iron was already the best choice for the Watchtower.
According to Yasthia's information, the shop that sold Azure Sky Iron was called Ronin Steel Merchant and was under the Ekria Family. However, not long ago, the patriarch of the Ekria Family suddenly went missing, leading to a series of chain reactions.
In short, the current Ekria Family was being controlled by another major force in town, and all their shops and guilds had been temporarily closed.
Garen didn't seek out the Ekria Family; after all, he was just a customer and didn't intend to meddle in others' family affairs or power struggles over some steel. He planned to ask Black Duncan about it another day.
Due to the use of Azure Sky Iron nearing the end of the First Phase Project, Garen still had plenty of time.
However, Garen couldn't shake the feeling that the name "Ekria" sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
Upon returning to the academy, the Newbies had just finished their classes for the day.
Including Dostodoro, the Newbies were gulping down Clear Water, exclaiming in delight. After two days of training, Dostodoro had gradually blended into the overall atmosphere, which was good news.
"Alright, today's class is over," Garen announced loudly. "Starting tomorrow, we will intensify training and add five more laps. The last one will have to run an additional five laps!"
The Newbies were momentarily stunned, followed by a chorus of protests.
However, it was clear that their protests were futile. Moreover, the Newbies didn't seem particularly resistant; each of them appeared to believe they wouldn't be the last one.
Garen looked at their youthful faces and smiled slightly. According to his training plan, these kids would soon awaken Qi Xuan completely. At that point, he could introduce Muscle Training and similar programs. Within half a year, they would be able to cultivate Fighting Spirit, and some of the more exceptional ones might even reach Level 2 Fighting Spirit.
Thinking about this, Garen glanced over at Rody.
Just then, with a loud thud, Rody once again succumbed to pain and fainted.
As Garen strode over, he heard whispers in his ears.
"Did you all hear? Rody's father is missing!"
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