Wizard Immortal

Chapter 343 Professor

In the quiet preparation room, with a soft sound, the wooden door opened, and a slender figure walked in from outside.

It was a young man in a black robe, with an ordinary appearance and a thin build. He was holding a greatsword and looked somewhat tired. He was none other than Kradis, who had fought Adir earlier.

He returned to his lounge, and an old servant, seeing his condition, quickly came to his side and helped him up.

"Your Highness, how are you?" The old man asked with concern as he looked at Cladis's wounds.

"It's alright, just a bit tiring." Claudius shook his head. "That knight wasn't too bad; he didn't use too much force."

"Your Highness, please don't do that again," the old man said with a wry smile, his wrinkled, aged face filled with concern. "This country is not friendly to us, and many people harbor ill will towards Your Highness..."

"So what if we keep a low profile?" Cladis said dismissively. "As a descendant of the Ancient Nomads, no matter what I do, I won't be liked. It's better to be high-profile; maybe that will attract some people's attention and make us safer."

"By the way, the knight I fought today, was his name Adir?" Seeing that the old man in front of him was about to start persuading him again, Claudius had a headache and decisively changed the subject.

"Yes." The old man nodded. "What did Your Highness discuss with him earlier?"

"He said he thought I had good talent, so he told me to come and ask him for some advice when I had time." Thinking back to their conversation, Claudius chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I wonder if he'd take back what he said if he knew the truth about me?"

Despite his young age, he already appears quite mature due to his complicated background and experiences.

When he first arrived in the Maran Empire, his identity as a descendant of the ancient Noh royal family fooled some people. Although many nobles disliked him, they still treated him with respect on the surface. Some nobles even deliberately befriended him, hoping to use his identity to achieve certain goals.

But once his identity spread throughout the Maran Empire, people's attitudes changed instantly. They made no attempt to hide their malice, and the nobles who used to visit him frequently now avoided him as if he were a plague, showing no trace of their previous respect.

In Kradis's view, Adir was not much different from the previous group, and most of them would change their attitude and avoid him after learning about his background.

Thinking this to himself, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, then stood up and carefully placed the longsword in his hand on the wooden table.

Just then, a light footstep sound came from outside the door, and then a figure appeared outside the door.

"Hello, may I ask if you are His Highness Claudius?" Outside the door, a young waiter stood there, holding a wooden box, looking at Claudius with great politeness.

"Who are you?" Claddis raised an eyebrow, looking at the man with some confusion.

"Lord Adir instructed me to deliver these items to you."

Looking at Kradis, the young waiter smiled and handed him the wooden box: "This is a potion personally prepared by Lord Adir, which is very beneficial for treating injuries."

"Furthermore, in the wooden box is Lord Adir's credentials," he said politely. "Lord Adir asked me to tell you that you are free to see him at any time during this period."

After he finished speaking, the area fell silent for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Claudius finally spoke, "Thank you."

"Please tell Sir Adir that I will definitely visit him in a few days."

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"It should be fine now."

Stepping outside the gate, they arrived at a secluded, deserted corner. The waiter's appearance began to change, instantly transforming back into Adir's form.

Looking behind him in the direction of Kradis, sensing the complex emotions in the other's heart, Adir smiled and then walked away.

Several days later, a familiar figure appeared at a manor outside the city of Catutan.

Just as Adir had predicted, Kradis ultimately accepted the goodwill he had offered and came to visit with his entourage a few days later.

After several days, Cladis was wearing new clothes, and his previous injuries seemed to have fully healed. He was in very good condition.

"It looks like you've recovered."

Standing on a flat area outside the manor, looking at Kradis in front of him, Adir laughed.

"Thanks to the potions you gave me," Claudius exclaimed. "Those potions worked very well; in just a few days, I fully recovered."

"That's good, it'll be useful." Adir nodded, then smiled and asked, "What are you planning to do here this time?"

"I would like to ask you, sir, to train me." Upon hearing this, Claudius's expression instantly turned serious. He looked very earnest.

"Okay." Adir nodded slightly and agreed with a smile to the request.

They began training on this training ground.

Adir was quite experienced in teaching knights, having done so in the post-apocalyptic world and trained many knights.

At this moment, Adir was quite dedicated to Claddis, the chosen one. He not only imparted all his experience to Claddis, but also used the chip to discover the mistakes Claddis had made in his past practice of breathing techniques, and then corrected them in detail.

This serious attitude and extremely detailed teaching greatly moved Cladis, the prince from Gounod, and he became even more excited to study.

He was originally a powerful knightly genius, whose knightly talent alone was second to none. However, due to his complicated background, he did not receive proper training.

Even so, he still managed to grow all the way to the level of a Grand Knight, which shows how terrifying his talent was.

After receiving detailed instruction from Adir, his progress was remarkable, surprising even Adir.

"What terrifying knightly talent," he exclaimed, looking at Kradis before him.

On the spacious training field, before him stood Kradis, dressed only in a single layer of clothing, covered in sweat, his resolute face radiating excitement, indicating that he had gained a great deal from today's training.

It's almost dark.

Looking at Kradis before him, Adir smiled and said, "Let me teach you one last thing."

As he spoke, under Cladis's gaze, he drew his silver longsword and walked to the side.

A sense of oppression lingered in the air, carrying with it the pressure of life energy.

As this pressure reached its limit, wisps of silver battle aura began to emerge, spreading through the air like strands of silver thread, constantly dancing in the air.

Silver battle aura began to intertwine, and strands of sword energy began to converge and eventually intersect, making one point shine exceptionally brightly.

In the light, a beam of light burst forth and surged forward fiercely.

Yinhua!!

The power of the life-saving technique erupted and sublimated at this moment, instantly transforming into the most terrifying attack, which exploded on the spot.

boom!!

The air seemed to explode, and the powerful air pressure began to dissipate in all directions, emitting a series of low hissing sounds, accompanied by a burst of silver sparks that scattered around, looking extremely beautiful.

Claudius watched this scene with longing, his mind replaying Adir's every move, his heart filled with an indescribable joy and excitement.

Having accumulated knowledge from several worlds and undergone extensive simulations by the chip, Adir's life technique has been refined to an extremely high degree, making it absolutely top-tier even in this era dominated by knights.

This level of life-sustaining technique was something that the down-on-his-luck prince, Cladis, had never seen before, and upon witnessing it, he was immediately captivated.

He was excited and nervously watched Adir, afraid of missing any movement.

"Alright, let's go back." Adir's voice rang out from where he stood.

Looking at Kradis in front of him, he smiled and said, "This move is a bit complicated. I'll teach you slowly next time when I have time."

"Yes." Hearing Adir's words, Kradis nodded blankly, his mind still filled with Adir's previous actions.

He only had time to reply to Adir before being helped outside by his servants, completely absorbed in the spectacular knightly techniques.

"Yes, not only has the boundary energy increased by a few points, but the rate of increase has also accelerated considerably."

Standing there, watching Kradis's departing figure, Adir muttered to himself, "Looks like this lesson wasn't a waste of time."

He thought to himself, then sheathed his longsword and walked to the side.

Over the next period of time, the situation gradually calmed down.

As time passed and matches came to an end, the final match of this investiture ceremony was not far off.

With his current strength, Adir successfully defeated the other powerful Sky Knights and entered the final match.

Just as Alina had predicted, his opponent was none other than the genius knight named Cannado, a subordinate of the eldest prince, Solal.

During this time, Adir also learned about the knight.

This knight rose to fame at a young age. Born into a military noble family on the border, he displayed great knightly talent from a very young age.

He activated his life seed at thirteen and became a knight; at seventeen, he became a great knight; and in his early twenties, he became a Sky Knight.

Now, this Knight Cannado is forty years old. Considering the Sky Knights' lifespan of over two hundred years, he is in his prime, and it's hard to say how far his strength will reach.

According to Alina, the other party had already condensed his battle aura wings three years ago and become a titled knight.

Setting down his robe and raising his longsword, Adir calmly stepped out of the room, contemplating his upcoming opponent.

Meanwhile, in the distant arena, his opponent was waiting.

(End of this chapter)