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Having said that, the militiamen all lowered their heads.

"I assume you all listened. I hope I'm not overthinking it," Luo An said with a smile.

"Now, let's intensify our training."

After the brief mobilization meeting ended, Luo An walked straight towards the wooden stake.

The militiamen immediately surrounded Jiali and whispered among themselves.

"Jiali, what's wrong with you?! Didn't you say you were going to teach him a lesson?" a militiaman whispered.

Jalley gritted his teeth, watching Roan's retreating figure. He didn't understand why he had been so afraid back then.

After mumbling and stammering for a few moments, Jia Licai said:

"What do you know? I think the little guy—Roan—is right."

Luo An arrived at the wooden stake.

This time, however, Luo An bypassed the "log giant" and went straight to the iron stake.

The iron stake is almost 100 pounds heavier than the "giant wooden stake".

Luo An took a deep breath, shouted, and hoisted the ironwood stake onto his shoulder.

This seemingly huge and heavy iron stake, once it reached Luo An's shoulder, was no different from an ordinary wooden stake.

Luo An began to move his feet, then walked slowly, and then jogged.

A 400-pound ironwood stake, you can just lift it up and walk away?!

The militiamen who witnessed all of this swallowed hard.

They suddenly realized something.

What Jally said is absolutely true.

Night fell in the blink of an eye.

During patrol time, the militia members unusually assembled neatly on the street.

Apart from Luo An, the other militiamen were all wearing yellow leather armor and carrying weapons, which attracted the attention of the townspeople.

"According to the plan, patrol in pairs and report to me once every hour."

The one who spoke was the tall Jali, who stood in front of the militia.

"Yes," the militiamen replied listlessly.

Compared to the militiamen, Jalli was exceptionally spirited.

He then realized how powerful it would be to shout in front of so many townspeople.

Jiali's gaze shifted to Luo An, the only one not wearing yellow leather armor, with a questioning tone.

"That's fine then." Luo An knew it was impossible to suddenly make the militiamen highly efficient.

They were more inclined to believe Jalley than to believe in themselves.

But Luo An didn't convince them either.

Ultimately, Luo An was simply making the most correct decision based on his current assessment.

That's it.

Even if things remain peaceful at that time, when Lord Levi returns and the militia complains, Roan will not defend himself.

Since Luo An said it's nothing—

Jally straightened his back. With a wave of his hand, he announced, "Dismissed!"

The militiamen patrolled in pairs, but Luo An was still alone.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't I also buy some equipment for self-defense?" Luo An touched his thin clothes.

The militia's yellow leather armor can also protect against stabbings.

However, Luo An's breathing technique was not powerful enough to withstand a dagger with his bare body.

The problem remains: Luo An has no money.

Even the lowest quality animal hide armor costs more than 1 silver coin.

"Sigh. I should train to the level of an apprentice knight as soon as possible. Maintaining my breathing technique at all times will also give me peace of mind."

But he felt that wasn't enough.

Although Luo An hasn't reached the level of a trainee knight, he has at least touched the threshold.

Although one could be described as having the strength to lift a tripod, combat is not patrolling, it is not a contest of who is stronger, and it is not one-on-one.

Seven or eight people rushed at once, and we couldn't hold them off at all.

"Let's buy a few more fireworks, and throw them at other people's houses if something happens. Let's call the soldiers over."

As for encountering even more powerful... apprentice knights. Black Iron Knights, Silver Knights.

What can you say? The probability of falling flat on your back and choking on muddy water is greater than the probability of encountering a Black Iron Knight.

Luo An shook his head. He shouldered his pitchfork and began his patrol.

Completely unaware, in the alley at the end of the street, six ordinary-looking men were staring intently at Jiali.

"These militiamen have actually strengthened their defenses? Impossible. Who gave us a clue?"

A man with a scar on his face spoke up.

If Roan were here, he would definitely recognize that Scarface was the man Roan bumped into at Tonelli's camp.

Everyone else shook their heads, their tone calm.

"Lord Pig, we don't know."

Pigu remained silent; he did not suspect the others.

Because they, like him, were chosen by the god of darkness.

Could it be that the patrols were specially increased for the celebration?

Let's assume that's the case.

After a moment's thought, Pigu slowly spoke. "The plan has changed; the blood sacrifice will be postponed until after the banquet."

"Kill the militia before you lay a hand on the mortals."

Pigu's expression remained calm.

"If they dare to obstruct the blood sacrifice, then let their blood be the first dessert to begin the blood sacrifice."

"Yes." All five nodded in unison. They had all learned the basic breathing techniques, and the lone militiamen were no match for them.

A man in black looked in Luo An's direction.

"Sir, there's a lone militiaman over there. Should we start with him?"

"..." Pigu stared at Luo An, who looked small and thin in the crowd, and shook his head.

"This black-haired man... is too weak. He's not a threat. Let's deal with the militiamen who gave the orders first. Don't let them notice us."

"…yes."

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Time flies. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since Luo An became a militia member.

Tonight is also the time when the celebration begins.

Luo An, panting heavily as he ran wildly across the training ground, put down the iron stake he was carrying.

Boom!

The huge iron stake crashed heavily to the ground.

Luo An shook his arms. That's all for today.

The celebration is tonight. He needs to conserve his energy.

Clenching his fist, Luo An surprisingly felt he still had strength left despite carrying the massive ironwood stake on his shoulder.

Based on Roan's strength, he is already at the level of an apprentice knight.

Not to mention the militia, even in a lord's private army, only the captain of the guard could achieve that.

But Luo An was still worried.

Unlike apprentice knights who practice knight breathing around the clock and have made breathing an instinct, they are strong warriors.

The apprentice knight is merely the pinnacle of ordinary people.

No matter how powerful you are, you're still just an ordinary person.

Luo An repeatedly reminded himself to be more careful. He still had many shortcomings: a lack of experience, a lack of swordsmanship, and a lack of mental fortitude in actual combat.

And a lack of combat skills.

The biggest difference between apprentice knights and ordinary people is that they are already able to use combat skills.

Without breathing techniques, an apprentice knight might just be a warrior who is a little stronger, more physically robust, and faster than an ordinary person.

However, once combat skills are added, even if an apprentice knight faces ten or twenty ordinary people, he can easily handle them.

Boom!

Nearby, Jally smashed a wooden stake into the ground.

"Huff...huff...that's too exaggerated. You...are you an apprentice knight?" Jally glanced at Roan unwillingly, then knelt down on the ground.

"Maybe," Luo An asked. "How did things go last night?"

"It's safe. Nothing happened at all." Jally couldn't help but smile. He finally realized the benefits of patrolling: being surrounded by girls.

"By the way, do you think these bandits really exist? There's been absolutely no sign of them. They're quite resentful. The soldiers also think we're causing trouble."

They were referring to the other members of the militia.

Luo An muttered to himself, "I hope not."

In any case, may this night be a peaceful night.

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