Lord blessed by the elves

Chapter 93 Beg Me

“Young Master, this Young Master Kruze… his talent for cultivation has probably been perfectly inherited from Lord 'Lion Knight' Reyes.” The guardian knight of the Boar Territory whispered in Sterling’s ear, his tone filled with undisguised amazement. “It is said that he had already reached the level of a Bronze Knight before he was even eighteen years old.”

Similar information also reached the ears of Lista, Rezal, and others.

A bronze knight who is under eighteen years old!

This news struck like a thunderbolt in the hearts of several young nobles.

The excitement of the battle and the slight curiosity about the cubs' ownership that had lingered on their faces were instantly replaced by immense shock.

Especially considering Kruse's effortless block of Cato's attack, everything makes a more reasonable explanation.

Even if Cato were to restrain himself, without the strength of a Bronze Knight, he would still be more than a trainee knight capable of stopping him.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, a knight's future potential is often determined by their talent for cultivation.

To advance to Bronze at such a young age means that Kruze possesses despair-inducing potential, and it is by no means a pipe dream that he will break through to Silver or even touch the Gold realm in the future.

In this shocking silence, Totti's expression was the most complex.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his gaze involuntarily drifted back to Kruze, who was vaguely surrounded by the crowd in the center.

Envy, jealousy, resentment... all sorts of emotions gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

Totti, hailed as the best of the younger generation of the Golden Rooster Knights, is considered the most likely son to inherit his father's mantle.

He has put in so much sweat and effort, and endured so much rigorous training to get to where he is today and reach the pinnacle of a trainee knight.

His greatest hope in going to the battlefield was to find a breakthrough opportunity amidst the baptism of blood and fire, and to open the door to the Bronze Realm.

However, Kruse Lion, who was four years younger than him, had already easily crossed the threshold that he had struggled to reach!

Four years old!

What a huge gap!
The other person's life has just begun to unfold a magnificent chapter, while I have already been left far behind at the starting line.

A profound sense of powerlessness and intense frustration overwhelmed Totti.

The slight sense of pride he had felt at the prospect of reaching a bottleneck vanished completely.

In the face of a true genius, all his past efforts and pride seemed so pale and laughable.

He could almost hear fate mocking him mercilessly.

The firelight danced on Totti's face, reflecting his inscrutable expression.

He lowered his head and looked at his calloused hands, and for the first time, he began to waver in his long-held belief that "hard work will always pay off."

He knew that from this day forward, the name Kruze the Lion would stand like a heavy mountain on his path as a knight, a goal he must look up to but may never reach in his lifetime. The surrounding conversations seemed to fade into the distance, and the other young nobles, after their initial shock, became even more eager to curry favor with Kruze, even with a hint of deliberate flattery.

Only Totti sat there silently, his physical exhaustion far less intense than the shock in his heart.

In this encounter, he failed to break through his cultivation level, but he clearly saw the despairing chasm between himself and a true genius.

At that moment, Kruse was carefully feeding the lion cub in his arms, seemingly oblivious to the gazes cast upon him from all around, a mixture of awe and complex emotions.

His young profile appeared calm and focused in the firelight, but the power and future contained within that calmness made all those in the know, especially the proud Totti, feel an unprecedented pressure.

The campfire crackled, illuminating the diverse expressions on everyone's faces.

Rezal couldn't suppress his curiosity and affection for the three furry little creatures. He pushed past the others, squatted down next to Kruze, and stared intently at the lion cubs wriggling inside Kruze's robes, his eyes practically overflowing with longing.

"Big brother," he lowered his voice, a hint of eager excitement in it, "what are you going to do with these three little guys when you take them back? Can you really raise them? Will they... will they listen to us?"

Kruze glanced at his brother's almost beaming eyes, finding it somewhat amusing. He deliberately put on a stern face and said in a teasing tone, "What, you want it?" He paused, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. "Beg me?"

These words were like stepping on Rezal's tail.

The boy's fragile pride and arrogant temper immediately took over. As if burned, he straightened up abruptly, his neck stiffened, his handsome face flushed slightly, and he bluntly retorted, "Who asked you!" After saying that, he angrily walked to the other side of the campfire, plopped down, turned his back to Kruze, and his shoulders twitched slightly in his sullenness, clearly extremely dissatisfied with his brother's "frivolous" teasing.

Kruse looked at his younger brother's expression, shook his head, and didn't rush to comfort him.

He knew exactly how to tickle the cub's spot. He continued to slowly stroke the cub's soft fur, as if talking to himself, but his voice was clear enough for Rezal across the campfire to hear:
"Alas, what a pity. You just saw with your own eyes how big a cave lion can grow. When it matures, its shoulder height exceeds that of a warhorse, its limbs are strong, it runs like the wind, and it is well-suited to complex mountainous terrain. A low-level magical beast mount is the dream companion of every ambitious bronze knight. Just imagine how majestic it would be to charge into battle on it! Many silver knights who are short of money or unlucky may not even be able to own a low-level magical beast mount."

These words, like a magical hook, were precisely thrown at the "frizzy" cat across the campfire.

Rezal's back stiffened visibly, and his ears involuntarily perked up.

Low-level monster mounts!

Charge into battle!

Each of these words struck his heart, which yearned to become a powerful knight.

Compared to this enormous temptation, that little bit of "humiliation" just now seems... not so unbearable.

After a brief but intense internal struggle, his desire for a mount finally overwhelmed his pathetic pride. He turned around abruptly, the anger on his face long gone, replaced by an expression that mixed urgency, embarrassment, and anticipation.

He scooted back to Kruse's side, sat down next to him, and softened his tone, which was clearly ingratiating:
"Big brother...you, what you just said, is it true? They really...they can really be used as mounts?"

　Old Gu was also embarrassed about yesterday's mistake, but it was the AI ​​that came with the writer's assistant, so don't be alarmed. It's generally only used for polishing and adding character and scene descriptions; simply put, it's for being lazy. If you rely entirely on AI, the plot can easily go off track and even become disorganized. Because of the AI, Qidian is now cracking down on filler content.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)