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Chapter 37 Moonlight Meditation

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"Your Highness, there are seven types of meditation methods: meditation on the sun, storm, thunder, moon, dream, earth, and ocean."

"The meditation method I practice is the Moonlight Meditation Method. It is the easiest to get started with among all meditation methods. It was taught to me by a magician who was hired by my father, Viscount Hughes, at a high price. I can teach it to Your Highness."

Elise narrated softly.

Upon hearing this, Xia Mingyu couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the ground and urged her to hurry up with his eyes.

"Your Highness, not now. Beginners learning meditation methods, except for dream meditation, must see the real thing with their own eyes. Tonight at midnight, please follow me to the bell tower to visualize the bright moon." Iris explained with a helpless smile.

Cough, cough, Xia Mingyu coughed twice and stood up to hide his embarrassment.

This cannot be blamed on him. After all, as a Blue Star person, how could he not be excited about the opportunity to become a noble wizard?
"Anlia, come with me to read a book."

"My pleasure, Your Highness."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the castle's training ground.

The scorching sun poured down on the white stone brick ground, dyeing the entire place a golden red.

Under the scorching sun, the crisp sound of swords clashing still echoes here.

Clang clang!
Berg was wearing leather armor and holding an iron sword, continuously attacking the cloth-clad Knight Thorin in front of him.

Although his swordsmanship was unsystematic, it was extremely sharp.

The ordinary iron sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, stabbing at Knight Thorin's eyes, heart, genitals and other vulnerable parts from all kinds of tricky angles.

Since Knight Thorin was only wearing a linen shirt and had no protection, if Berg's sword pierced him, he would undoubtedly be seriously injured or even killed.
However, this is not possible.

Because even though Berg's attacks became more and more fierce, Knight Thorin could still easily block Berg's sword as if it were a leisurely cloud.

boom!
After finding the right opportunity, Knight Thorin raised his hand and swung his sword, knocking the sword out of his hand.

"I lost again."

Berg looked at his empty hands. He was already exhausted and could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

A large amount of sweat gushed out of his body like a fountain, soaking his leather armor.

The weapon was thrown away again, just like when I failed to protect the master before.
Berg's hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh but he felt nothing.

Shame, self-blame, inferiority and other negative emotions are enough to block his sense of pain.

"Boy, is this really your first time using a sword?"

Knight Thorin threw him a woolen towel and forcibly pulled him up from the ground.

"The floor of the training ground under the scorching sun is like a stove. You'll be cooked if you lie there for a while longer."

A smile appeared on his weather-beaten face, as if releasing kindness.

"Yes, I used to use a bow and arrow and a knife." Berg replied while wiping the sweat off his face.

In just a few strokes, the snow-white wool towel became stained.

The boy's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed. Coming from a village, he had never used such a good towel before.

Knight Thorin laughed out loud at this scene. He snatched the towel and threw it to the follower beside him.

"To be honest, I just thought you were a lucky boy who would be abandoned by that noble prince in no time."

"But now it seems that it is His Highness who has a keen eye, while we, the humblest men, are short-sighted."

Knight Thorin sighed. In the previous battle, although Berg's sword had no rules, it always managed to accurately strike at his weak points.

Although he won easily, it was mainly due to his all-around physical superiority. If his physical fitness was the same, he might have been thrown into disarray, or even killed.
This is not a talent for swordsmanship, but rather an instinct for killing.

Glancing at the "hunter" above the boy's head, Knight Thorin's eyes flashed with a hint of regret.

"Boy, have you ever considered changing your career?"

Berg, who was trying to take off his leather armor to dissipate heat, was stunned when he heard this.

"With your talent, if you learn to be a knight from me, you can be promoted to a knight in a year at most if there are sufficient resources." Knight Thorin said in a deep voice.

"Can't I continue to advance to the higher-level profession of hunter?" Berg asked in return.

"Hehe, from what you said, it seems that you don't even know what the higher-level profession of hunter is." Knight Thorin shook his head speechlessly.

"The profession after Hunter is Hunter-in-Chief. It is said that this profession is passed down from the great mystery of storms and hunting."

"But it's not a good job for ordinary people. If you keep going down this path, I'm afraid you won't even be able to be a human being," Knight Thorin said meaningfully.

"Mr. Thorin, can you tell me in detail?" Seeing that he had finally heard the information about career advancement, Berg hurriedly bowed and asked.

"Knights focus on self-cultivation, but the Hunter path requires not only taking potions made from various magical beast organs to become stronger, but eventually one might even resort to simply replacing them with magical beast organs, becoming half-human, half-ghost."

"Of almost all professions, hunters have one of the worst reputations. The stronger they are, the more feared and discriminated against they are, and there's also the risk of losing their sanity."

"Therefore, considering that you still have some talent, I suggest that you switch to the path of knighthood as soon as possible. With your lord around, you will never lack resources." Knight Thorin said lightly.

Berg fell into a long silence.

He finally understood why he had not been promoted for three whole years, even though he had been hunting and training almost day and night.

It turns out that to become a hunter one needs to take potions. And for subsequent promotions, one even needs to replace the organs of the monster. Is this path my father left me really suitable for me?

His heart began to waver.

"Instead of hesitating, why not ask your lord? After all, as servants, we should obey the lord's orders."

Looking at the frowning face of the young man in front of him, Knight Thorin gave his advice.

"Keep practicing."

"it is good."

A moment later, the sound of swords clashing could be heard again in the training ground.

In the evening, the yellow setting sun finally sets, replaced by a starry night sky.

The huge castle looked particularly majestic in the moonlight, like a silent black giant.

It's time for dinner.

In the room, Xia Mingyu took the white dress brought by the butler and refused his service.

He had no interest in changing clothes in front of a man, as this was not a bathhouse in the north.

"Well, not bad." Looking at the tall and handsome young man in the mirror, Xia Mingyu nodded with satisfaction.

"I wonder what Iris will look like after putting on the dress." Xia Mingyu wondered inexplicably.

He read in the library until the afternoon, and only returned to his room to rest when he felt dizzy. One reason was that he was going to attend Viscount Hughes's dinner party, and the other was that he had to go learn meditation with Iris at midnight.

"Take me to the hall."

"Yes, Your Highness." The servant bowed respectfully.

(End of this chapter)