The next day, in the early morning, there were slight footsteps outside the door.

A middle-aged maid gently pushed open the door, holding a broom in her hand, and was about to walk in, but suddenly she found a figure inside.

She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, with a restless expression on her face: "Mr. Adier! Are you back?"

In the spacious room, a boy was sitting quietly at the wooden table, holding a light blue rag in his hand, wiping a black long sword.

After seeing the maid outside the door, he turned around and looked at the other party: "Come in."

"Yes!" The maid nodded respectfully, let go of her uneasiness, and walked into the room carefully.

"Did you help me clean the room during the period of time I left?" Astor asked.

Hearing this, the maid was a little puzzled, but she nodded and said, "Yes."

After a while, Atir continued to ask her a few questions, then stood up, took out a few gold coins from the side and put them on the table: "These are your rewards for this period of time. After you go out, remember to find someone to bring me a breakfast!"

Looking at the few gold coins in front of him, the maid was delighted and quickly bowed to Atir, quickly took away the gold coins on the table, and then walked out.

When her figure gradually disappeared from Atir's sight, Atir stood up and said thoughtfully: "A total of eight days have passed. It seems that the time flow rate of the two worlds should be similar. We should pay more attention in the future."

He stood there silently for a while until a sound of footsteps continued outside the door.

"Adier! My brother!" A generous and familiar voice came from outside the door.

Under the gaze of Atir, Elva, the second son of Count Poria, came over from a distance.

He was wearing a red shirt, a long sword on his waist, and was meticulously tidying his whole body. At this time, he was wearing a sincere smile on his face and quickly walked towards Adier.

Seeing the other party approaching, Atir had to show a kind smile: "Elhua, why are you here?"

"I just came back two days ago. I just arrived at the castle and heard about your promotion to Knight."

Elva walked to Atir, patted his shoulder, and looked at him with concern: "Where have you been there during this time? There are no ones who can find you everywhere around the castle."

The moment he placed his hand on Atir's shoulder, Atir's body tightened and instinctively wanted to burst out and throw him away.

He quickly reacted, forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, and explained quietly: "I've been to the forest for a while."

"Some time ago, I entrusted the hunters around me to collect some materials, so I went out specially before and I have only come back now."

Elva did not doubt much about this explanation, but just smiled and said, "Next time I leave the castle, remember to say to the guards of the castle. Now it is not as chaotic as before, and the surrounding situation is a bit chaotic. It is more or less dangerous if I stay outside for too long."

Ates nodded, then asked curiously: "Has the battle situation on the front line reached this point? Even the castle is not safe?"

"That's not." Elhua smiled and said, "Although the battle on the front line is still in a stalemate, according to the news, it is almost over."

"However, although most of the orcs were suppressed, it seems that some small tribes went south and mingled in from the border, raging everywhere during this period."

Speaking of this, he paused and then said, "The group of orcs you met with the Fular Knight last time should be one of these orc tribes going south. Now they all ran into the territory of the northern nobles, which caused us a lot of trouble during this period."

After saying this, he continued to pat Atir on the shoulder: "You can rest here for a while. In two days, there may be orders to lead you to suppress the scattered orcs."

Atir nodded and sent Elhua all the way outside the door before stopping.

Two days later, as Elva said, after knowing that Atir returned to the castle, Count Poria gave an order and transferred Atir directly out.

In the early morning, Atir rode a white horse and quietly walked to a flat ground outside the castle.

There, a group of soldiers were already gathering and lined up there. Among them, Adier saw a familiar figure.

In front of the team, there was a tall and majestic middle-aged knight wearing black armor and a serious expression on his majestic face.

"Mr. Fular!"

The moment he saw the middle-aged knight, Adier quickly walked to the front of the team and shouted loudly at the knight.

Hearing the familiar shouts, Fulaal turned around and looked at Atir with a smile on his face: "Autir, long time no see."

"It's indeed a long time no see." Atir said to the other party with a respectful smile on his face.

While speaking, he shouted to the chip in his mind: "Chip, analyze the other party's physical data."

In an instant, the chip in his mind responded to him.

"Name: Fulaer. Strength: 3.3(4.7). Agility: 3.1(4.4). Physical constitution: 3.3(4.5)."

Looking at this value, Atir sighed in his heart.

So far, it has been more than half a month since the last battle, and the sequelae of the opponent's life seed explosion has not completely disappeared. If the explosion of the life seed is not counted, the opponent's current combat power is not even as good as a knight who has just been promoted.

To a certain extent, this also shows the embarrassment of Count Poria. Even a seriously injured knight had to be sent out, which shows that there were indeed not many people under his command to use it.

Of course, if Fulaal is like this, Atir will not be much better either.

"Name: Atir Fakus. Strength: 3.5(5.1). Agility: 3.3(5). Constitution: 3.7(5.3).

This is the result of the explosion of the seeds of life before Atir. Although the data is better, it is actually more tragic than Fular.

After all, his physical fitness is much higher than that of the other party, and the fact that he is now is enough to show the severity of the consequences.

Thinking of this, Adiel quietly reached out to his waist, took out a black crystal core from it, and pinched it tightly in the palm of his hand.

The familiar warm current slowly flowed from the crystal nucleus to all parts of the body, which improved his physical fitness while also accelerating the healing of his physical injuries.

"It's soon, it's soon..."

Walking silently to one side of the team and feeling the changes in his body, Adier whispered to himself.

He had a strong premonition in his heart that when his physical injuries were completely healed, perhaps it was when he was promoted to the Great Knight.
Chapter completed!