[Your skill in Smelting Blood-Patterned Steel has improved, Experience +72]
[You focused on smelting Blood-Patterned Steel ingots, Blacksmith Professional Experience Points +39]
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[You undertook shield forging work, related comprehension has improved!]
[You have comprehended a new Skill — Shield Forging]
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[Your skill in Shield Forging has improved, Experience +2]
[You focused on Shield Forging, Blacksmith Professional Experience Points +3]
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With Lagaray by his side, his Profession Level as a Blacksmith was always able to increase quickly!
An hour later, Lagaray held the brand-new Blood-Patterned Steel Shield, her face alight with joy!
Matteo glanced at his Blacksmith Profession Level, although the system’s experience reward was still generous, since he had just leveled up his Blacksmith profession, it was currently at Blacksmith lv4 (329/1000).
When Matteo and Lagaray returned, they found that Matteo had brought along quite a few Night Watchmen, who were already helping with the move.
And Anna, standing to the side, seemed to have started packing clothes too, probably notified by her sister Bo He.
Soon, Matteo and Lagaray joined the moving army.
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Meanwhile.
In Meist County City.
Inside the study of the Norman Baron’s family estate, a conversation between father and son was in progress.
“Father, the person you contacted this time, won’t there be an issue like last time with the Black Sail Pirates?” Dennis stood next to his father, Baron Norman, his expression tinged with worry, as he inquired.
Ever since hearing that that ‘lowborn’, that farmer’s son he completely looked down upon, Rein, had become a Transcendent Knight before him, he had been extremely irritable.
A ‘lowborn’ had just turned his life around like that?
Wouldn’t he become a noble just like him after passing the ennoblement assessment?
Just thinking about the possibility of such an event occurring, the frustration and envy in his heart almost completely overwhelmed Dennis.
That’s why Dennis took the initiative to visit his father, Baron Norman—whom he normally feared—to inquire about the situation.
“The one taking action this time is an old friend of mine, a third-grade Wizard Apprentice specializing in Witchery Curses, Adams Nolan. His methods of killing are very tricky, and I can hardly see how Rein would have any chance of escaping fate.”
Baron Norman’s right hand rhythmically tapped the armrest of the luxurious calf leather armchair.
Dennis knew that this was a habit of his father’s, reflecting a certain confidence in controlling the situation.
That immediately set his mind at ease.
Although he had heard of the strength of a third-grade Wizard Apprentice, he didn’t understand what the Witchery Curses specialty entailed.
But judging by his father’s demeanor, there should be great assurance.
“Adams once had the feat of killing three Peak Knights in a row in battle!”
“Additionally, I’ve heard he has a record of killing a Great Knight. Although Adams has never directly confirmed this rumor, I suspect it is true.”
“Because I also knew that Great Knight, but then he disappeared and, as I heard, never reappeared.”
“Although Adams failed to advance to a Witchery Curses Master a few years ago, reducing his strength, having him handle Rein, I think, shouldn’t be a problem at all, even with Rein’s exceptional Knight talent.”
Baron Norman spoke slowly.
Each word from the Baron was like a hammer strike upon Dennis’s heart.
Driving away the restlessness and envy there!
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He hadn’t expected that his father’s friend would be so formidable!
Dennis’s face flushed with excitement, his heart trembling more than it even did when behaving recklessly with Tina!
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Flashgold Town.
Rein’s new home.
After several hours of relocation, with the help of many Night Watchmen subordinates, the entirety of the moving process was essentially completed.
Rein, seeing everyone busily sweating at work, paused to think, then decided to invite the Night Watchman colleagues for a meal in the evening to express his gratitude.
So, he asked his mother Emma to go to the market to buy some meat like chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, and fruits, and his father, the senior Rein, to purchase some good barley and fruit wines.
Regarding the old house’s refurbishment, Rein entrusted Matteo to find someone to fix it up and then put it on sale directly afterwards.
After sorting out these trivial matters, Rein looked at the empty storeroom on the second floor, lost in thought.
Shortly after, Rein walked out of his house and headed to Abel’s closed Potion Shop.
Peering through the gap in the door to make sure no one was inside, Rein circled halfway around to the residential entrance at the back of Abel’s Potion Shop and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” A very hoarse voice asked, but Rein could recognize it as the voice of the Pharmacist, Abel, immediately.
“It’s me, Rein.”
“Creak!”
The door opened, and a tall, gaunt figure with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair appeared before Rein, who was taken aback by the sight.
Thankfully, Rein’s heightened senses allowed him to identify the familiar presence as undoubtedly Pharmacist Abel.
“You… are you Mr. Abel?”
“How did you…?” Rein couldn’t help but ask.
Abel looked up with his bloodshot eyes at Rein, saying only one phrase.
“Molly’s dead…”
“Ah? How did Molly die?” Rein was startled and quickly asked.
The Molly he remembered, who was newly married and both beautiful and gentle, had died at the young age of twenty?
Rein’s heart suddenly filled with a sense of life’s fragility.
At the same time, he realized just how precious it was for his family to be safe together.