Chapter 36: The Transformation of Zhui Yue!

In high spirits, he shook the bell as Carolyne, the maid, entered the room with a basin of clean water.

Originally, the castle had already hired new servants, including ten maids.

Such tasks as washing and grooming should not have been Carolyne’s duty.

But when Old John asked Carolyne’s opinion, she refused outright.

Though even if she had agreed, Gervas might not have accepted it, her voluntary refusal still surprised everyone.

“My lord, punish me!”

As soon as she finished straightening Gervas’s collar, Carolyne instinctively knelt in position for punishment.

Seeing this, Gervas raised his hand sharply—but let it fall gently.

Slap!

A soft sound echoed, the ripples gently undulating like the surface of a spring lake, stirring the heart.

Yet Gervas did not lift his hand immediately; instead, he pressed it flat against the water’s surface.

Throughout this, Carolyne bit her red lips tightly without a sound; the master and maid seemed to have formed an unspoken understanding.

“Hmm, enough! Today’s punishment is over!” After five or six seconds, Gervas withdrew his hand.

He did not ask why three slaps had become one, or why that single slap had lasted five or six seconds.

The master and maid then returned to their duties: Carolyne went to pour out the wash water, while Gervas headed to the dining hall for breakfast.

…

After finishing breakfast, Gervas intended to ask if Eve Lan had risen, but learned she had already been training in the drill field for about two hours.

Hearing this, the lord of the castle could only awkwardly rub his nose, then headed for the drill field.

This drill field was newly established, specifically Kaipi for the newly recruited guards.

It was located on an open patch of land beside the castle.

Not only had a running track been laid out, but also obstacles, balance beams, parallel bars, single bars, and dumbbells had been constructed from wood and stone.

Compared to this world’s simplistic combat drills, Gervas believed the exercise methods from his past life might yield better results for rapidly increasing physical strength.

In time, he would also have his subordinates practice marching in formation.

As a transmigrator, he simply could not tolerate the chaotic appearance of the guard units.

Of course, all this was predicated on these soldiers being full-time.

Only a minor noble like Gervas would dare—and afford—to support over a hundred men who did nothing but eat.

When he arrived at the drill field, he found many guards gathered around Eve Lan .

“What, are you all idle today? No one training, just standing around to watch a show?”

Gervas’s sudden appearance startled the guards; they scrambled back to form ranks, and Laurence began cursing.

Only Knight Commander Lei Meng and the five knights chuckled as they approached, unafraid Gervas would reprimand them.

“My lord, yesterday I thought it strange you’d teach a girl archery—but now I truly admire you!” Mi Gen spoke first.

“Oh?” Gervas was puzzled.

Lei Meng smiled and said, “My lord, look—had I not seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe she was the same girl who couldn’t even draw a bow yesterday.”

Whoosh!

Thud!

Just then, a sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by an arrow embedding itself squarely in the bullseye.

Though the distance was only twenty meters, remember: yesterday, Eve Lan couldn’t even draw a bow.

Golden bloodline—truly incredible!

Gervas mentally exclaimed.

He suspected Eve Lan had likely awakened the Golden Pupil.

Immediately, Gervas walked forward.

Eve Lan was completely absorbed in shooting, unaware of what was happening behind her.

Even she found her own state strange.

Last night, half-asleep, she felt her eyes grow scorching hot.

At first she thought she had a fever, but the heat didn’t last long, so she dismissed it.

This morning, after waking, seeing her sister begin cleaning with the other maids, she took her black bread and calmly came to the drill field to practice archery.

And as soon as she began, she noticed something was off.

Yesterday, under her master’s instruction, she couldn’t aim at the target at all.

But today, when she focused on the target, the once egg-sized bullseye suddenly appeared as large as a watermelon.

She shot an arrow—and hit it.

Though only the edge, compared to yesterday’s nine misses out of ten, it was like heaven and earth.

After that, she practiced archery without distraction.

If not for her insufficient strength causing her arm to shake, Eve Lan believed she could have hit the exact center of the bullseye with every shot!

“Very good, Eve Lan !”

A familiar voice came from beside her ear; Eve Lan startled.

“Master!”

“Eve Lan , your progress today is unbelievable—congratulations, you’re one step closer to becoming a knight!”

“Master, this is all thanks to your teaching!” Eve Lan lowered her head.

For this master who ensured her sister’s Anwen life, and who never coveted her body, Eve Lan was already deeply satisfied.

She didn’t dream of becoming a true knight—only that her sister could grow up safely.

“No, this isn’t due to my teaching—it’s because of your bloodline, Eve Lan . Do you know you possess the Golden Bloodline?”

Unlike Carolyne, Eve Lan ’s personality and the roles Gervas needed her to fulfill in the future were entirely different.

Therefore, Gervas could not conceal the truth of the Golden Bloodline from Eve Lan —it would accelerate her growth.

Of course, Eve Lan ’s sister was her emotional anchor, so Gervas had no fear she’d flee once she grew stronger.

“Golden Bloodline?” Clearly, Eve Lan had never heard of it.

Gervas immediately explained to Eve Lan about the Golden Bloodline and the Golden Pupil.

Then Eve Lan remembered: her father had only become a titled knight five or six years ago, and later rose to Silver Knight.

She’d often heard servants flatter her by praising her father as a cultivation genius.

It was likely her father truly possessed the Golden Bloodline Gervas spoke of.

Had the bandits not besieged him and killed him, he might have grown even stronger.

But now…

Gervas immediately sensed the change in Eve Lan ’s expression. “Eve Lan , don’t be sad. As long as you grow stronger yourself, I will support you in avenging your father!”

Eve Lan trembled slightly, gazing gratefully at this nobleman of the kingdom, whom rumors had always painted as evil and terrifying.

He was so kind, so benevolent…

…

After watching Eve Lan , he could not forget Zhui Yue.

All day yesterday, Zhui Yue had hidden in the back garden, and Gervas had ordered no one to disturb it.

Now, he wondered whether Zhui Yue had undergone its transformation.

When Gervas arrived at the back garden, he immediately showed delight.

On Zhui Yue’s forehead, the small bump that had once been a mere nub had now grown into a horn over ten centimeters tall.

And Zhui Yue’s stature, once that of an ordinary warhorse, had now risen to two and a half meters—equal to that of a Flame Horse!