Wizard Immortal

Chapter 41 Improvement

Looking at Cadis, who was sitting quietly beside Count Poria in the distance, Adir withdrew his gaze, a little doubt rising in his heart.

"Was this information deliberately suppressed by Count Polya, or is there some other reason?"

He looked at Polya in the distance and thought to himself.

Of these two possibilities, Adir is more inclined to believe it is due to other reasons.

The reason is also very simple.

As the commander of the Royal Guard, Knight Fular had fought for Count Poria for many years and was definitely one of his own.

In terms of status, Knight Fular and Count Poria are distantly related by blood, and in the entire territory, his status is second only to Arcadilla, the leader of the Black Knights.

With sufficient status and connections, Count Poria had no reason to hide this from him, let alone conceal it so deeply.

Thinking of this, his gaze involuntarily shifted, gradually focusing on Arcadilla opposite Count Poria.

Ahead, Arcadilla wore a well-fitting formal suit, his blond hair flowing down his back. He looked handsome and cheerful, captivating the hearts of countless noble ladies on this occasion.

Seemingly sensing Adir's gaze, he put down his wine glass and turned to look into the distance.

Two sharp gazes collided in mid-air, seemingly sparking a few fires.

Adir looked at Akadira, who was looking at him from afar, and a gentle and humble smile appeared on his face.

He raised the wine glass on the table, swirled it in a toast, then lowered his head, no longer looking in that direction, appearing low-key and silent.

A banquet went on until very late.

One by one, the drunken nobles and warriors were carried away by their servants to rest. When about 70-80% of the original guests had left, only the last group remained to continue the banquet.

Arcadilla and Count Poria were both completely drunk, apparently having consumed a great deal of alcohol, and they went back to rest.

Seeing the two people in the center leave their seats, the knights who had been sitting on the side stood up and split into two distinct groups, each leaving around the two.

"How is the situation?"

After traveling a long way, they arrived outside the castle. Akadilla looked at the knight beside him and asked.

At this moment, his face was calm, his posture was upright, and although he was a little disheveled and smelled of alcohol, he could not hide his heroic spirit. He did not look like a drunk person at all.

Perhaps he wasn't actually drunk; his previous drunken state was entirely an act.

"The situation is still under control." A knight replied from the side, "Count Poria had a total of seven knights. One of them died on the front lines, and we turned two of them to our side, leaving only four. Each of them commands a certain number of troops."

"Of these four people, the most difficult to deal with is that old geezer, Fular."

"You forgot one. Don't forget the newly recruited knight named Adir. That still makes five people," someone interjected.

"How can that be the same?" the man said disdainfully. "He's just a newly promoted knight who's only been promoted for two or three months. He probably hasn't even gotten over his adjustment period yet. I could take him down with one hand."

"Don't underestimate this knight. Although he hasn't been promoted for long, his strength is definitely not weak. He may even be close to Fular."

Standing in the center, Akadira shook his head.

"How is this possible!"

The knights following beside Akadilla shouted in unison, a look of disbelief flashing in their eyes.

"It's true, my intuition is right, this child is putting a lot of pressure on me, it's unbelievable."

Akadilla spoke slowly, then a cold smile appeared on his face: "Heh heh, if I remember correctly, he's still a few months away from turning fourteen."

"A thirteen-year-old knight, this half-elf bloodline is really useful. With such talent, even I can't bear to kill him."

His expression gradually turned cold, and his handsome face revealed no trace of murderous intent.

"This..." A knight hesitated for a moment before saying, "Since you've taken a liking to his talent, why not send someone to test him and see if we can win him over?"

"It's no use." Akadilla's expression remained unchanged as he coldly said, "Have you forgotten that this child is of the same clan as that old bastard Poria? Why should he help us outsiders against his own cousin?"

"And have you forgotten?"

He continued, "Not long ago at the front, we joined forces with those orcs to trick the noble alliance. If I remember correctly, Baron Essilan died there, surrounded by a group of orc warriors, and died a miserable death."

"We just caused someone's father's death, and now you're telling me you want to turn them against us?"

At this point, Akadira shook his head and concluded: "Anyone in the entire North could be turned, except for Fular and Adir."

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On the other side, Adir was walking alone on the narrow road, with no one around and it was quiet.

It was already past midnight, and the intermittent chirping of insects broke the silence of the night.

Unbeknownst to him, he had walked to a flat area, the place where he used to train.

The familiar place was deserted. After a while, Adir walked to the center of the training ground, drew his sword from his waist, and pondered quietly.

"The original knightly techniques become quite crude once you reach the level of a Grand Knight. They're fine against other knights, but against a Grand Knight like Arcadilla, they probably won't be very effective."

Thinking of Akadilla's appearance and his terrifying physical abilities, Adir stood there silently pondering.

"Chip, establish the mission, and refine the Knight's Secret Technique based on the existing data!"

After a while, he gave the command to the chip in his mind.

In an instant, a massive stream of information flooded Adir's mind.

His past insights and experiences in using knight techniques, as well as the knight techniques he had seen others use, all surfaced in Adir's mind to serve as references for the chip, acting as the foundational data for perfecting the knight techniques.

"Task 1 has been successfully created. The estimated remaining completion time is 4 days and 3 hours."

A mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

Adir stood there and trained for a while before leaving.

Several days later.

One morning, a mechanical notification in his mind startled Adir awake.

"Ding! The simulation is complete."

Hearing the familiar mechanical voice in his mind, Adir slowly opened his eyes, touched his forehead, and then realized what was happening.

(End of this chapter)