"Of course, we provide this service."
"Additionally, each meal comes with a glass of milk and a glass of fruit juice."
Twenty minutes later.
After sorting out the daily meal issue, Angelet left the bakery and returned to his shop.
He closed the door and began his necessary daily contemplation.
Inside the shop, everything was neatly arranged. Angelet paid no attention, sitting cross-legged on the floor to start his contemplation.
For him, as a knight, if the circumstances weren't particularly harsh, there wouldn't be much impact.
He doubted whether the black needle from the previous wound had any issues. Without taking the knight's essence, how could he easily get infected? However, the chip had no information on the black needle, providing no clues for analysis. Thus, he had to start a series of material experiments, including pH measurement, heat treatment, freezing treatment, chemical reactions, etc., to obtain direct data about the black needle.
After contemplating for about an hour, he constructed a mental model of the magic force shock, a technique he had mastered before, and stored it in the chip.
Angelet was about to stand up to leave.
The shop also needed to buy a bed, daily necessities, furniture, and some consumables. Additionally, clothing, leather boots, and similar items needed replacement.
Fortunately, he didn't discard his noble certificate; otherwise, Angelet, apart from gray, wouldn't be able to buy any clothes of a different color.
...
In the next ten days, Angelet stayed inside the shop. Besides eating, drinking, and sleeping, he also contemplated daily. Occasionally, he strolled around the nearby neighborhoods and bought some daily necessities. Then, he quickly returned to learn more about the chip.
Moreover, he began researching the mystic techniques on the piece of leather.
A kind of technique that both he and the chip couldn't detect for sure was a good thing.
He had completely grasped the basic version of the Tired Hand technique. After the chip's enhanced improvement, it required a large amount of mental power to consume in one go. This was simply not something he could endure easily now. Therefore, he could only take it step by step and slowly.
Before long, this peaceful life was interrupted.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The rhythmic knocking sound echoed from the shop door.
Angelet was practicing swordplay, wiping sweat from his face, and walked over to open the door.
A ten-year-old girl with a ponytail stood at the door, holding a black metal food box.
She was wearing a slightly dirty checkered apron and had a white headband.
"Sir Angelet, your meal is here," the girl politely said.
"Place it on the table."
Angelet turned, carrying the sword, heading towards the backyard to continue basic sword technique training.
After clearing a small space in the back, relatively spacious with a well, and no one around, Angelet held the cross-hilted sword, thrusting forward, slashing diagonally, and chopping horizontally. The three basic moves were repeated continuously. Due to the fast speed, the sword produced a faint hum in the air, and the blurry rays connected to form a triangular pattern.
"Aren't you leaving?" Angelet suddenly swung the sword into its sheath. With a "click," it hit the scabbard on his side, turning to look at the entrance.
The girl poked her head out of the door slit, observing Angelet practicing swordsmanship with admiration and longing. When Angelet noticed her eavesdropping, her face turned pale.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
She quickly stood up, bowing apologetically repeatedly. "Sir Angelet, I was just curious when I heard the sound..."
Angelet glanced at the girl.
She appeared around ten years old, of average height, a bit thin, and seemed a little malnourished. During these days, she was responsible for delivering food to him.
This girl always showed respect and caution, very serious.
Angelet appreciated those who were serious. If one could treat anything and anyone seriously, they would achieve success in this world.
Seeing the frightened expression on the girl's face, Angelet slowly approached.
"Don't apologize too much. I don't blame you. Are you interested in sword techniques?" he asked.
The girl was tense, stopped bowing, and quickly nodded.
"Yes, sir, I'm just curious... please forgive me!"
She bowed down again, earnestly this time.
Angelet coldly looked at her. During this time, he had finally made significant progress in researching the mystic technique of the Desert Serpent, so he was in a good mood today.
"You're lucky. Today, I'm in a good mood. What's your name?"
The girl quickly answered, "Tia, my name is Tia."
"When you bring the food to me, I'll allow you to watch me practice with the sword."
Angelet saw Tia's admiration and longing for swordsmanship. This obsession had been forming, not just once or twice; it seemed she had harbored this desire for a long time.
He wasn't a moralistic and boring noble. He would not hide the fact that he was training basic sword techniques. For those who were sincere, he didn't hesitate to provide an opportunity for them to change their fate.
Tia's face suddenly revealed an extremely surprised expression. She momentarily forgot to thank Angelet, just standing there.
"Alright, pay attention to my movements."
Angelet didn't take it seriously, returned to the yard, and started teaching Tia the essentials of training. Although these were the most basic things, they were summarized from the personal training experiences of countless individuals.
If anything went wrong, incorrect movements and postures could easily magnify into fatal weaknesses in the near future. It could also lead to dislocation and fractures in the wrist joints. Incorrect postures and movements would impose a significant burden on the joints of the practitioner. In severe cases, it could lead to disability.
In this world, unlike Earth, all weapons were stronger than those on Earth. Whether it was a sword or a bow, the materials used were much heavier and more robust. The inherent power would naturally be much greater.
In the end, a person could use a 50-pound sword, and giving them a 20-pound sword would limit their combat effectiveness. This would only restrict the person from achieving their full potential. As a result, the burden during training would be much heavier.
One teaches, and the other listens.
More than half an hour passed quickly.
Angelet sheathed his sword, slowly inserting it into the scabbard, looking up at the sky.
The sky was full of clouds, and it seemed like there would be heavy rain soon.
The yard also looked a bit dull.
Contrary to the scorching sun of the past few days, occasional cold gusts of wind blew in.
Angelet walked to the well, wiping his sweat with a black cloth next to the well.
After that, he removed the cross-hilted sword and leaned it against the well's edge.
Then, he turned back and looked at Tia, who was still standing there.
"Why are you still standing there? Go back, review today's content, and come back tomorrow."