Chapter 37: Moonlight Meditation Technique

Library.

"Your Highness, there are seven meditation techniques in total, which are meditating on the sun, storm, thunder, bright moon, dream, earth, and ocean."

"The meditation technique I practice is the Moonlight Meditation Technique. It is the easiest to get started with among all meditation techniques. It was taught to me by a mage hired at a high price by my father, Viscount Hughes. I can teach it to you, Your Highness."

Lise said softly.

Hearing this, Xia Mingyu couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the floor and urged her to hurry up with his eyes.

"Your Highness, not now. Beginners learning meditation techniques, except for the Dream Meditation Technique, must see the real thing with their own eyes. At midnight tonight, please accompany me to the clock tower to contemplate the bright moon," Lise explained with a wry smile.

*Cough, cough. * Xia Mingyu coughed twice and stood up to cover his embarrassment.

This couldn't be blamed on him; after all, as a person from Blue Star, facing the opportunity to become a noble magic master, how could he not be excited?

"Anliya, accompany me to read for a while."

"My pleasure, Your Highness."

At the same time, on the other side.

Castle training ground.

The scorching sunlight spilled onto the ground covered with white stone bricks, dyeing the entire field a golden red.

Under the scorching sun, the crisp sound of sword blades clashing still echoed here.

*Clang, clang, clang! *

Boge, wearing leather armor and holding an iron longsword, continuously launched attacks toward Knight Suolin, who was wearing cloth clothes in front of him.

Although his swordsmanship had no form, it was exceptionally sharp.

That ordinary iron sword was like a poisonous snake in his hand, stabbing from various tricky angles at Knight Suolin's eyes, heart, crotch, and other heavy, fragile places.

Because Knight Suolin was only wearing a linen cloth and had no protection, if the sword blade in Boge's hand stabbed him, it would undoubtedly be a situation of serious injury or even death...

However, this was impossible.

Because even though Boge's offensive was sharper each time, Knight Suolin still easily blocked Boge's longsword as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden.

*Bang! *

After finding the right opportunity, Knight Suolin raised his hand and fiercely picked away the sword in his hand with one strike.

"I... lost again..."

Boge looked at his empty hands. Exhausted, he could no longer support himself and collapsed on the ground.

A large amount of sweat erupted from his body like a fountain, soaking his leather armor.

Weapon picked away again, just like when he failed to protect his lord before...

Boge's hands were tightly clenched into fists, his nails embedded in his flesh, but he felt nothing.

Shame, self-reproach, inferiority—various negative emotions were enough to block his pain.

"Kid, is this really your first time using a sword?"

Knight Suolin threw him a wool towel and forcibly pulled him up from the ground.

"The training ground floor under the scorching sun is almost like a furnace. If you lie down for a while longer, you'll be cooked."

A smile appeared on his weathered face, seemingly releasing goodwill.

"Yes, I used bows and small knives before," Boge replied while wiping sweat.

After just a few wipes, the snow-white wool towel became filthy.

The teenager's face suddenly became a bit awkward. Coming from a village, he had never used such a good towel.

This scene made Knight Suolin laugh out loud. He snatched the towel and threw it to an attendant beside him.

"To be honest, I only thought you were a lucky kid before, and that you would be abandoned by that noble Highness before long."

"But now it seems that it is that Highness who has a discerning eye, and we, these rough men, are the ones who are blind."

Knight Suolin sighed.

In the battle just now, although Boge's sword had no form, it always accurately slashed at the weaknesses on his body.

Although he won very easily, that was mainly relying on the all-around crushing of his physique. If their physical fitness were the same, perhaps he would have been made flustered, and even death might not be impossible...

This was not a talent for practicing swordsmanship, but rather like a... killing instinct.

Glancing at the "Hunter" above the teenager's head, a trace of regret flashed in Knight Suolin's eyes.

"Kid, have you considered changing your profession?"

Hearing this, Boge, who was trying to take off his leather armor to dissipate heat, was stunned.

"With your talent, if you learn to be a knight with me, under the condition of abundant resources, you can promote to a knight in at most one year," Knight Suolin said in a deep voice.

"Can't I continue to promote to a hunter's higher-level profession?" Boge asked back.

"Heh... hearing you say that, it seems you don't even know what a hunter's higher-level profession is," Knight Suolin shook his head speechlessly.

"The profession after hunter is hunter, which is said to be a profession passed down by the great God of Storms and Hunting."

"But for ordinary people, that is not a good profession. If you keep going, I'm afraid you might not even be able to remain human..." Knight Suolin said meaningfully.

"Mr. Suolin, can you tell me in detail?" Seeing that he finally heard information about professional promotion, Boge hurriedly bowed and asked for advice.

"A knight focuses on cultivating oneself, but the path of a hunter, if you want to become stronger, not only requires taking various potions refined from magical beast organs, but in the end, you even have to directly replace them with magical beast organs, becoming neither human nor ghost..."

"Among almost all professions, hunters are considered one of the worst in reputation. The stronger they are, the more they are feared and discriminated against, and there is a risk of losing their sanity."

"Therefore, seeing that you still have some talent, I suggest you change to the path of a knight as soon as possible. With your lord, you will never lack resources," Knight Suolin said lightly.

And Boge fell into a long silence.

He finally understood why he hadn't promoted for three whole years, even though he had been hunting and training almost day and night.

So promotion to a hunter requires taking potions... and subsequent promotion even requires replacing organs from magical beasts. Is this path my father left me really suitable for me?

His heart began to waver.

"Instead of hesitating, it's better to ask your lord. After all, as attendants, we should take the lord's orders as everything."

Looking at the teenager's furrowed brows, Knight Suolin gave his advice.

"Continue practicing."

"Okay."

A moment later, the sound of sword clashing rang out on the training ground again.

In the evening, the yellowish setting sun finally fell, replaced by a night sky filled with stars.

The huge castle looked exceptionally magnificent under the moonlight, as if it were a silent black giant.

It was time for the banquet.

In the room, Xia Mingyu took the white formal wear sent by the manservant and refused the other party's service.

He had no interest in changing clothes in front of men; this wasn't a northern bathhouse.

"Hmm, not bad." Looking at the tall and handsome young man in the mirror, Xia Mingyu nodded with satisfaction.

"I wonder what Lise will look like after changing into formal wear..." Xia Mingyu thought inexplicably.

He had been reading in the library until the afternoon, and only returned to his room to close his eyes and rest after feeling dizzy. One reason was to attend Viscount Hughes' banquet, and the other was because he had to go learn meditation with Lise at midnight.

"Take me to the hall."

"Yes, Your Highness," the manservant bowed respectfully.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 38 =====