Chapter 39: The King's Appetite

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"Learning multiple battle techniques at once, what side effects would there be?"

"Lu Kan told you to eat more, and even said to eat something good?"

"You're not going to die, are you?"

After finishing today's studies at the castle square, Su Ya passed through a cavalry unit preparing horse supplies in the manor, and found Mei Li distributing food to another cavalry unit.

As a former manor staff member, she was fairly familiar with the place; despite the manor having been swept clean by rebel troops two or three times, she could still find quite a bit of supplies.

At that moment, hearing Su Ya's question.

Mei Li thought for a moment with a strange expression, then shook her head,

"Um, I am a mage, not a combatant; I do not really understand where your power comes from."

"You guys are also strange; obviously it's just ordinary chopping, running, and jumping, but as training time increases, you jump farther, run faster, and the chopping makes more noise."

"However, as far as I know—"

"Professionals, through arduous training and constant practice, finally master the power called 【Battle Skill】; each time they learn a battle skill, it is a great improvement for themselves."

"Those who have learned one to three battle skills can be called attendants."

"At this stage, the physical values trained through battle technique practice range from F- to F."

"Put simply, it is the span from when ordinary people first encounter professional training to completing arduous training."

"When both strength and agility reach the F-rank standard, and the number of mastered battle skills exceeds five, one can be called a formal professional; taking swordsmen as an example, that is a junior swordsman."

"When the number of mastered battle skills exceeds ten, and the training of all physical abilities reaches the E- standard, one may possibly sense a special entity called 'qi'."

"A swordsman who gives birth to 'qi' is called a senior swordsman; and as long as one fully masters 'qi', they are qualified to be promoted in title, becoming a master in the eyes of the world."

Hearing this,

Su Ya silently counted the number of battle skills he had learned on his fingers,

【Riding】, 【Rolling】, 【Throwing】, 【Underhanded Tactics】, 【Swift Step】, 【False Clock】.

In just a short day, he has already mastered six battle skills.

But he has not become a professional-level junior swordsman.

Moreover, the wonderful feeling Mei Li described, where continuous training in battle technique practice improves one's physical abilities, he also did not feel.

That is to say,

In this world, humans actually train themselves and increase their strength through the process of learning 【Battle Skill】.

Because Su Ya learned too quickly, he has mastered 【Battle Skill】 without undergoing the 'training' process,

Missing this link, his physique does not receive the corresponding training, so values such as strength, agility, and endurance cannot be improved.

Then,

How should he improve himself?

Sit-ups?

For a moment, Su Ya also didn't know whether learning this quickly was a good thing or a bad thing.

Previous battles have already made him realize that the thousands of skills replicated from his past life cannot be directly turned into effective power in this world; at best they only help him draw analogies.

And now, if he does not follow this world's rules, how else can he obtain power?

The standard to become a professional swordsman is to have one's physique reach F-rank,

The standard to become a senior swordsman is to have one's physique reach E- rank,

And the standards to become a master, hero, or legend are likely even more extravagant,

For himself, lacking this path of improvement, what should he do?

"Gurgle~!!"

Just as he thought of this, a sound like a tyrannosaurus roar suddenly rumbled from Su Ya's abdomen.

This sound was like thunder on flat ground, startling the surrounding knights to glance sideways,

The Dagonite nearby, who was passing by holding a tray, thought the enemy had attacked; frightened, his eyes showed panic, he instinctively stepped forward with the tray, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing everyone looking over, and with knights still queuing far behind, Su Ya forced a smile, quickly took the tray from Mei Li's hand, pretending nothing was wrong, hurriedly stepped over to the small round table specially prepared for him, set down the tray, and sat.

On the tray were a smoked fish, a large chunk of green cheese, and a bowl of steaming hot cabbage soup.

These were all brought out by Mei Li early in the morning from the cellar; the various vegetables, fruits, beef, milk, cheese, etc., that should have been in the manor had been looted clean by the rebel troops, leaving only these ingredients hidden deeper.

Not very tasty, but fortunately, the large quantity fills you up.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

After thinking left and right to no avail, Su Ya, calculating that Lu Kan probably wouldn't have anything to scavenge today, suppressed his worries and began to eat.

But

Ten seconds later, as Su Ya elegantly set down the licked-clean, shining tray, he involuntarily frowned and looked at his stomach,

"Strange, why am I getting hungrier the more I eat!"

Su Ya raised his head, silently holding the tray, stood up again, and returned to where Mei Li was distributing food,

"Mei Li, please give me another serving."

Mei Li blankly raised her head, thinking to herself, 'We just saw each other ten seconds ago, right?'

"Are you actually eating?"

"You're not just inhaling a storm, are you?"

"Also, why is your tray so clean, not even a fish bone left?"

Mei Li blinked, finally holding back her urge to complain, and casually passed another portion of food to Su Ya.

Pretty good. After all, as a king, he should have this kind of appetite!

However.

Ten seconds later,

Mei Li stared at Su Ya, who appeared again before her, his face slightly flushed and a little embarrassed, and was stunned.

"Um... Mei Li, could you give me another portion! Ah no, ten portions then."

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Bearn Territory.

At the gate of Ecto Sir Manor.

Half an hour before the squad's departure—

At this moment, the knights who were supposed to have ridden in on horses to gather here and prepare to set out, after receiving an urgent order from each other, turned around en masse, their faces tense, and ran toward the interior of the manor.

Nearly a hundred people were gathered in the small square where food was being distributed, all looking somewhat bewildered at the little round table in the center of the square.

At this moment,

Their king sat upright at the dining table, using a pair of strange little sticks with one hand, continuously picking food from the plates into his mouth, producing a sound of savoring chewing.

The king's movements were exceedingly graceful; even while using such unfamiliar utensils, he appeared more noble and elegant than any aristocrat the knights had ever seen.

However,

"Goo-zi—!!!"

"Ga-beng—!!!"

"Goro-goro-goro—!!!"

It sounded as if a tractor were revving chaotically across the square,

the horrifying noises of bone, flesh, and fibers being mashed by teeth, blended by the tongue, and swallowed by the throat constantly erupted from the king's mouth!

"Gu-long-long—!"

accompanied by a rumble like thunder,

the knights could not fathom what kind of monster could produce such a sound,

but compared to that,

what turned their astonishment and stupefaction into fear was—

the piles of plates stacked beside the king like small hills, piled over three meters high!

At this moment,

Ten knights removed their armor, donned regular clothes, and, clutching a stack of plates that reached up to their chins, ran toward the manor's pool;

Ten knights frantically scrubbed plates at the pool's edge, even though the plates were already licked clean to a shine;

Ten knights repeatedly shuttled between the kitchen and the square, carrying pot after pot of food out, then bringing back pot after pot of empty cauldrons to the kitchen;

Ten knights, exhausted in the kitchen, opened their mouths wide, emitting wheezing sounds like a blower, their eyes reddened as they kept adding firewood and dumping ingredients into the pots.

The king's prophet and steward, who was in charge of directing the scene and constantly moving among the crowd, the beautiful Miss Mei Li, suddenly lifted her head, and upon seeing the dozens of knights who had just run over with blank faces, as if she had seen a savior,

"Quick!"

"You, yes, you!"

"—Knights!"

"Take off your armor, grab the tools, and hurry to clean up; watch the oil on the floor and mop it cleaner than your own faces!"

"Huh, the serving knight, what's wrong with you? Ah—damn, the serving one collapsed from exhaustion, quick, you, fill in!"

"Also, who can tell me where Lu Kan and Dagonite, those two bastards, have run off to!?"

"Aaaaaaa!"

Mei Li let out a near‑collapse wail,

she turned her helpless, terrified face toward Su Ya, who was eating heartily,

Why,

Why,

Why can you eat more than a real dragon!?

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