Become a knight starting with synthesized entries.

Kingdom of Van Ridge, Aisen Ridge.

Lord Lorton Castle.

At dawn, the castle was shrouded in mist.

Luo An yawned and climbed up from the haystack.

It's only early autumn, but the nights are already freezing cold.

As the lowest-ranking serf in the castle, he had no room and naturally no bed. He could only squeeze into the stable and wake up in a corner mixed with straw and a few strange smells.

Luo An looked around; the other serfs were fast asleep around the still-warm coal piles.

Coal is the lord's property, ensuring his beloved horse is always kept warm.

The horse slaves will thus be able to get through the winter.

However, none of this had anything to do with Luo An.

He was an even lower-class black man, unable to squeeze into the warm circle of stable boys.

Luo An exhaled a breath of cold air and rubbed his icy arms with both hands; he was already used to it.

As it approached work time, Luo An looked around at his "companions," who were still asleep, or pretending to be asleep.

Because of the heavy fog today, the horses will wake up later and can rest for an extra half hour.

The stable boys cherished this hard-won time of relaxation. Working a little longer or a little less wouldn't make a difference in the amount of rye bread they made. They figured they might as well sleep a little longer.

Luo An was an outlier among them.

It's not just because of black hair or skin color.

Luo An quietly stood up, went to the door, and pushed it open a crack. A cold draft rushed into the feed room, causing the stablemen to grunt in dissatisfaction.

A hint of apology flashed in Luo An's eyes, but it was only a trace.

He forcefully pulled the door open, creating a gap large enough for one person to pass through, slipped outside, and then closed the door.

A chill swept over us; the gray sky was colder than expected, and the dampness turned into mud on the ground.

Luo An carefully stepped over the mud trap.

Upon arriving at the stable, as usual, I picked up a broom and an iron bucket, checked the horses' condition, cleaned up their manure, poured out fresh hay, and added water.

Luo An was very skilled and meticulous in his work.

When Luo An was transported to this world and couldn't speak the language, he worked as a horse herder under his foster mother for a long time.

After his foster mother died suddenly, Roan was not exiled as a member of a cult because of his excellent skills, but continued to raise horses for the lord.

The lord's son remains the lord.

The son of a horse slave is still a horse slave.

Luo Ande was grateful for that statement.

"At least I can keep myself alive," Luo An murmured to himself.

Compared to villagers robbed by bandits or killed by cultists, at least I know I can wake up after I fall asleep.

Of course, Luo An doesn't think that his current life is the right one.

He knew he would never be content to be a stable boy for the rest of his life, opening his eyes every day only to take care of a few animals.

After finishing all this work, there will be a short period of rest.

Luo An pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Hopefully, the militia will get up early to train...

His only chance to escape his status as a stable boy was to become a militiaman, then a soldier, and finally a knight.

In the distance came the rhythmic chants of Levi's.

Fortunately, the militia captain, Levi, was a serious and rigid man.

When Luo An arrived outside the stable, he could see the militia training in the distance.

They were carrying wooden stakes on their backs, shirtless, running around the horse farm.

Levi's loud shout pierced through the fog.

"Men, begin warming up. One... inhale... two... exhale."

Following Levi's instructions, Roan began to breathe rhythmically.

"One... two... one. That should be right. It's just a basic breathing technique that can be seen everywhere. With my cheat-like abilities, it's not difficult to learn."

A golden panel floated silently in front of Luo An.

【Luo An】

Sixteen years old

[Achievement Unlocked: Survive for Three Years (Completion Rate 166%)]

[Unlocked entry: Monkey Typewriter]

[Golden Entry: Monkey Typewriter: It can piece together complete knowledge from fragmented pieces of information. Limited to knowledge at the same or lower level.]

[Entry description: Given enough time, even a monkey can write a masterpiece.]

[Compiled: Basic breathing techniques knowledge.]

This is Luo An's cheat code; by completing tasks and achieving accomplishments, he will receive system-assigned rewards.

Luo An's first achievement was surviving in this world for three years.

This was a gold achievement, and thus, Roan received his first gold entry.

The system shows that there are still hundreds of achievements to unlock.

Almost all achievements are shrouded in shadow, only gradually fading away and revealing their names when Roan unlocks them or when progress reaches 10%.

There is an achievement that is about to be completed.

[Achievement: Learned a breathing technique: Progress: 99.8%]

"Almost there," Luo An murmured.

With the help of the "monkey typewriter," he memorized the basic breathing techniques.

Whenever he had free time, Luo An would practice and explore.

After a long period of piecing things together and experimenting, Luo An obtained a complete basic breathing method.

At first, even breathing brought a sharp pain.

After practicing for a while, Luo An's body began to warm up slowly, so at least he didn't have to worry about freezing to death in the winter.

Having experienced the power of breathing techniques, Luo An is even more eager to master the basics.

He knew this was his only chance; he was just a hair's breadth away from changing his fate.

……

Levi hugged a thicker wooden stake, exhaling a large breath of hot air with each run.

"Follow my rhythm, one, two, one! Breathe! My little ones, one! two! one! This is still the most basic breathing technique! Take a deep breath, let your breath rise and fall with your movements!"

The militiamen were so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only wave their hands in acknowledgment.

How could they possibly master basic breathing techniques?

Levi knew that it would be difficult for just a few militiamen to learn breathing techniques, even the basic ones.

Even if the lord doesn't value the militia, since he has accepted the gold coins, he has a responsibility to guide them well.

Reeves shouted, "I know it's difficult! So I promise! Whoever masters the basics of breathing techniques first can become my right-hand man!"

"But this is too difficult." The militia members came because they heard that they could eat meat during the training.

"Why don't we take a nap under the tree? It'll be lunchtime soon."

Levi roared in fury: "Shut up! You fools! What I taught you wasn't just breathing techniques, it's a means to save your lives. It's a ladder to the higher levels! You spineless coward! You're not even as good as that stable boy over there!"

Levi pointed at Roan.

He had long noticed the horse slave, who stood out from the crowd, watching the militiamen train from a distance every day.

"Hey, you little slave over there, you watch our training every day, right? How much have you learned?"

At the same time, all the militiamen turned their heads and their eyes fell on Luo An.

Upon seeing Luo An's black hair, the militiamen were unimpressed.

They knew that Roan came to watch their training every day.

But so what?

He was just a lowly stable boy who couldn't even read, let alone learn basic breathing techniques.