Thomas focused his attention on the young couple, patiently waiting for nightfall.

A few dozen meters away from Thomas, a figure in camouflage clothing was slowly approaching.

In his hand, he held a dagger that was deliberately painted black.

He began to move forward very slowly, as slowly as a snail, and was extremely cautious.

But as time went on, his speed increased.

The darkness obscures vision, making it impossible for prey to detect the approaching hunter. This makes it possible to move faster.

His target was just an ordinary person who had only practiced martial arts for a month or two, but he had killed more than one veteran under similar conditions, so he had plenty of confidence.

This was indeed a trap, but the real prey was not the boy named Otto, but his follower.

A dog with a keen sense of smell that bites!

Before we get down to business, we need to get rid of the dog, just as we need to remove some of the branches before we chop down a tree.

Suddenly, the prey seemed to hear the movement here and turned around to look over in confusion.

The assassin stopped immediately.

Then the other person turned his head away again.

"This guy is really alert," the assassin secretly admired. He is indeed a good dog!

A gust of wind blew through the forest, and then, under the cover of the wind, he strode forward a few steps.

On the other side, the young couple was still being affectionate with each other.

Thomas seemed bored and started playing with the musket on his back.

The assassin gradually approached, slowly approaching from the side.

The prey is right in front of you!

There was a hint of indifference and cruelty in the assassin's eyes.

He had already thought it through, to stab him in the back, inserting a dagger into the heart from behind, and let everything end silently.

This is the art of killing.

Then, with just three steps to go, Thomas suddenly turned the muzzle of his musket around and pulled the trigger.

There was a bang.

The young couple was frightened by the gunshot, and Otto immediately stood up and shouted over here.

"It's okay, it's okay, it was an accidental discharge!" Thomas answered immediately and loudly.

Otto's face was full of displeasure. He thought Thomas was deliberately making noise to urge him to go back.

Having said that, it’s getting dark and it’s really time to go back.

So he turned around and said goodbye to his lover, and made an appointment to meet next time.

Thomas reloaded his musket and looked around.

Although his shooting skills were not very good, the distance was really too close. The shot just now hit the opponent's face directly, a direct blow to the head.

Honestly, I found it quite ridiculous, because he approached so carelessly, seemingly without any concealment at all. Could he be considered an assassin?

Are all assassin stealths nowadays so wild?

Of course he knew the reason behind it - it was to bully you because you have night blindness!

It would be strange if you don’t suffer from night blindness with the kind of diet people eat in the monastery!

Unfortunately, Thomas was not night blind, and his night vision was already at the highest level possible for humans. So a covert assassination attempt turned into a botched suicide.

The assassin was shot in the head.

There seemed to be no one else but an assassin.

He reached out to pry the other's hand away and found a long dagger painted black.

It was long, so it wasn't easy to hide on the upper arm. By the standards Thomas had learned, it wasn't a good weapon.

"Alas, I'll have to sell it!" Thomas sighed. He then searched the man's twitching, dying body. He found a purse around his waist—a leather bag tied with a rope.

But I didn't have time to check how much was inside.

Thomas looked back and saw Otto on his way back.

Otto was obviously unhappy about being disturbed by Thomas and didn't say a word the whole way.

The two of them returned to the town.

Everything seemed to be the same as before, nothing had happened.

Thomas didn't mention the assassin because he still couldn't understand why the assassin attacked him instead of Otto.

Could it be that...you're picking on the weak?

Otto's identity alone proved that he was not night blind. Night blindness was a disease of the poor, not of the rich.

So attacking Otto is hard, but attacking Thomas is easy?

Or take out an easier target before attacking a difficult one?

He couldn't figure it out, but he could feel a sense of malice.

He now seems to have become one of the targets.

Chapter 32: Potion

After returning to the town, Otto went straight to his room, while Thomas instinctively walked around the town.

Although he had easily killed an assassin today, his vigilance had been raised to a new level. So he couldn't help but come over to check on the town's defenses.

So he took advantage of the darkness and wandered around.

As Thomas passed a small hut, he smelled a strange smell.

It’s hard to describe what the smell is, but it smells really good and has a relaxing effect on both the body and mind.

It was impossible for anyone in a small town like this to afford such high-end spices. Thomas couldn't help but move closer and finally recognized that this was none other than Rostislav's residence.

Rostislav, one of the monastery's knights and coaches, was also the captain of their team. A seasoned mercenary with extensive battlefield experience, he had been accepted into the monastery for unknown reasons.

Rostislav was not a talkative person and was rather silent, and he and Thomas did not communicate much. However, when it came to fulfilling his duties, there was nothing to criticize about him.

This smell is...

Thomas came over and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly and Rostislav stood before Thomas.

Thomas immediately realized that the pleasant smell came from the other person.

"Brother Rostislav, I...um...smell a fragrance," said Thomas.

"Oh." Rostislav nodded nonchalantly. "This is it." He casually pulled out a small jar and unscrewed it.

Thomas saw that the jar contained a green ointment with a strong odor—the same odor he had just smelled.

"What is this?" Thomas asked curiously.

He already knew that Rostislav was a veteran soldier who preferred practicality to luxury, so logically he wouldn't carry anything useless with him.

"Potions," Rostislav said simply. "Many people have them."

"A lot of people?"

"As long as you're still trying to realize your potential...improve yourself, you'll need it. Of course, a newbie like you doesn't need it." He shook it. "Not at this stage."

After a few minutes, Thomas finally understood what the potion was.

Potions are practically standard equipment for any knight. They nourish flesh and blood, heal bruises, speed recovery, stop bleeding and disinfect, stimulate potential, speed reflexes, and even aid meditation. If you're interested in improving your martial arts skills, you absolutely must have one.

Of course, there are many different recipes. There's no single superior or inferior potion; different potions focus on different aspects. Different people are suited to different situations, so consider each case individually.

This recipe is usually a secret among the knights and will not be leaked easily.

Rostislav's potion, on the other hand, focused on stimulating potential and aiding meditation. Of course, it also had other effects, but they were just not as good as the others.

In fact, not to mention the knights, even the ascetic monks in the monasteries would often secretly get some of these drugs to enhance the effect of meditation.

The magic potion that Rostislav used came from a magician. Many years ago, Rostislav met a magician by chance and spent a lot of money to obtain the formula.

I have to say, although it is expensive, it is worth it.

Rostislav's youth was poorly trained, missing out on the most prime years of learning, and failing to establish a solid foundation. Logically, such a person would have no future in the martial arts; even if he awakened in middle age, it would be too late, and his achievements would be limited. Yet, he became a rare exception, rising to the top of the ranks in middle age and forcibly completing his missing foundation. The key lies in this magical potion.

Of course, this potion can't be given away for free.

When Thomas inquired, Rostislav named a price.

Three florins for one portion of ointment, thirty florins for the recipe, no bargaining.

Thomas could only sigh in despair.

The florin was a common gold coin in the Middle Ages and was extremely valuable. A person possessing thirty florins was undoubtedly quite wealthy. A farmer, if lucky, would probably not be able to save up even ten florins in his entire life.

Thomas didn't have thirty florins, not even a single florin. In fact, he had never even seen what a Florin looked like!

But perhaps for better sales, or for some other reason, Rostislav allowed Thomas to try it. So he directly applied a little magic potion on Thomas.

It smelled good, but applying it to the skin was a completely different experience. When Thomas returned to his residence, he felt a surge of strength, his fatigue completely gone.

While meditating, Thomas couldn't help but use a ball of divine power - the effect was very obvious.

The distant Weave, once a silent river flowing across the horizon, suddenly seemed so close. Thomas wasn't sure if he'd even touched the Weave yet. But he was certain that even if he hadn't, he was only a hair's breadth away. And that "hairline" could be easily crossed.

Thomas couldn't estimate it very accurately, but he felt that after using the ointment, the effect of using divine power during meditation was at least 30% higher than normal.

This is 30% without any other cost. Thomas's divine power is limited now, and there are too many places that need divine power.

Thomas opened the money bag seized today and got some silver coins from it.

This assassin was a wealthy man, with more than a dozen silver coins in his purse.

The last time Thomas went to the blacksmith shop, he could only buy a dagger with a handful of copper coins. Now, this money could probably buy a long sword.

But if I want to buy a set of armor... I guess I can only buy the cheapest second-hand leather armor.

After arriving in this world, the monastery provides free food and lodging, which makes people forget the power of money. But in fact, money is indeed indispensable in this society.

There is a saying: The nobles value honor, the clergy value piety, and everyone cares about money.

At dawn the next day, Rostislav suddenly came over to call for help.

There might be some changes over there, or the roving bandits might have been apprehended. In any case, their group could go back now.

But not everyone went back, only the four people from the monastery went back.

Thomas initially thought there might be some trickery, but it turned out nothing had happened, and they returned to the monastery safely.

The reason why the monastery recruited people back was very simple - the monastery was robbed.

After being discovered, the thief actually injured several monks before escaping. Furthermore, before leaving, he set fire to the library. Although the fire was extinguished in time and caused little damage, it did burn many old documents.

After this happened, the monastery had to withdraw some of its forces.

Of course, this does not affect the main task of suppressing bandits.

Originally, this small number of people wasn't very useful; it was just a superficial gesture. For example, on Thomas' side, four more people wouldn't make much, and four less wouldn't make much either.

Chapter 33: Fighting 1

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, another month had passed.

It was a cloudy day, and the monastery's martial arts arena was filled with a large crowd, a rare sight at this time.

Vice President Conrad sat calmly at the edge of the martial arts field, looking at the field.

Next to him was Giuliano, the knight commander and the most recognized coach in the monastery. Of course, there were other coaches as well.

Obviously, this is an assessment.

The identity of the knights in the monastery also needs to be assessed. Vice-President Conrad, who is in charge of personnel, is naturally the person in charge.

There are five people in total being assessed, and they are standing side by side at this time.

The five people lined up in order of the time they participated in the knight training, with Thomas standing at the end.

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