Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Emma glared at Solo with resentment, then abruptly turned her head away, her ears turning slightly red.

He angrily flipped through the meditation book in his hand even harder, the pages rustling.

Solo lowered his eyes, concealing a trace of emotion within them.

He tried his best to obtain even the most basic meditation methods, but to no avail.

This nominal younger sister was able to casually flip through a classic text like "The Bright Moon Meditation Method" as if it were an ordinary book.

The world's diversity is so naked and real, no matter where you are.

After Lady Alina calmed down, she gently asked Solo if he needed any help at home or in his training.

Solo’s gaze seemed to casually sweep over the book “The Meditation of the Moon” beside Emma again, and Lady Alina keenly caught this glance.

Her smile remained unchanged as she gracefully picked up the teacup and brought it to her lips.

At the same time, he shook his head almost imperceptibly and with a very small amplitude.

Solo understood immediately—this request went beyond the extent of help his "foster mother" was willing to provide, based on Barton's reputation.

He smoothly changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly troubled:

"With the freezing season intensifying recently, monsters in the wild have become increasingly rampant, inevitably affecting the outdoor courses at the Knight Training Grounds, causing some delays and making me quite anxious."

Mrs. Alina gently interrupted him:

"In knight training, Sir Barton has more authority than I do, after all, he is one of only three senior knights in the household."

Moreover, according to the rules of the household, it will be at your sixteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony.

If the training instructor gives a satisfactory evaluation, a breathing technique will naturally be bestowed upon them.

Her tone was gentle, yet she meticulously blocked the path.

Solo nodded to indicate that he understood, and continued:

"I see that the government is busy with affairs both inside and outside the palace recently, and manpower seems to be quite tight. Even though I am training hard alone in the training ground, the results are limited."

I wonder if... I could lead a small team out to carry out some practical work?

For example, escorting grain supplies or assisting in the defense of border villages can provide valuable experience and also alleviate the burden on the household.

In the end, he got what he wanted.

Thirty fully equipped guards were assigned to his command, allowing him to lead the squad away from Wolf City.

They shuttle between villages on the edge of the viscount's territory, carrying out orders to escort supplies and evacuate villagers.

For him, this was far more than just temporarily escaping the watchful eyes of the Viscount's mansion.

During these two months, he took advantage of his patrols to visit more than a dozen villages, chatting with old hunters, herb gatherers and village chiefs.

They seemingly collect fragments of information about terrain, products, unusual weather, and even ancient legends at random.

The AI ​​is like a tireless loom, constantly weaving, comparing, and analyzing these fragments.

The understanding of the local geographical and environmental elements of the fjord islands is gradually being improved.

He had circled dozens of areas on the map that appeared to have high levels of magic energy, but most of them were marked with an X.

Those places are mostly deep in the Black Forest, and are currently difficult to access.

With a thought, Solo channeled his inner strength, typical of a third-rate martial artist, from his meridians, flowing along the meridians of his arm to his fingertips.

About a month ago, he successfully transformed his internal energy into internal force, thus escaping from being an insignificant person and stepping into the threshold of a third-rate martial artist.

He interlocked his right index and middle fingers, firmly gripping the short steel blade—about seven inches long and three-tenths of an inch thick, a common standard-issue weapon in the military.

Eye of Analysis, activated.

In the field of vision, a light blue, semi-transparent interface instantly unfolded, with countless tiny runes and data streams flowing by like a waterfall.

The AI, drawing upon its knowledge of engineering mechanics from its previous life and the materials science of this world, began high-speed calculations.

[Target: Standard steel short blade]

Material analysis: High carbon steel, forged twelve times, mixed with trace amounts of black iron powder, its hardness is superior to that of ordinary ironware.

Structural strength simulation: The middle section is a stress concentration point.

Calculate the required bending moment...

Calculate the coupling effect between finger force and internal force...

Result: It would take about 270 kilograms of gripping force to bend this blade using only physical finger strength.

If calculated based on instantaneous explosive force, the peak value needs to reach over 400 kilograms.

With a slight flick of his wrist, without any apparent effort, the short blade that was being clamped emitted a soft yet teeth-grinding "crunch" sound from its middle.

It then exhibits a visible curvature of approximately 15 degrees!

With a slight flick of his wrist, the curved dagger flew out of his hand, transforming into a barely perceptible gray line.

He rushed toward the heavy canvas curtain of the military tent with lightning speed!

Just as the blade was about to pierce the tent flap, Solo's mind raced again.

With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, a wisp of divine thought attached itself to the flying knife, which was originally flying straight towards the outside of the tent, and it instantly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, it fell vertically, blade pointing downwards, with a soft "hissing" sound.

It disappeared silently into the ground covered with compacted snow and dry grass.

The spiritual sense, like the most precise probe, had already locked onto the buried bluestone half a meter underground.

The short sword pierced the ground, and guided precisely by spiritual sense, the tip of the sword touched the surface of the bluestone at the optimal angle of incidence.

puff--

It wasn't a loud clang like metal striking metal, but a dull sound, like something piercing through thick leather.

With the blessing of spiritual awareness, the blade of the short knife spun, cutting through the stone.

The stone powder was tightly compressed at the edge of the hole.

The short sword pierced through the massive bluestone several meters thick only after the hilt was completely submerged in the ground.

Then, with a gentle lift of its spiritual sense, it flew backward, bringing with it a few stone chips.

It traced a clean arc through the air and landed steadily in Solo's outstretched palm.

The blade trembled slightly and felt icy cold.

Solo's inner force flowed again from his fingertips, like an invisible forging hammer, delicately "smoothing" the curve of the blade.

He forcefully corrected the minute deformations inside the metal with precise control of brute force, causing the crystal lattice to rearrange.

Within a few breaths, the short blade had straightened again, its edge gleaming coldly in the dim light of the tent, truly unharmed.

"To deal with a second-rate martial artist who has not yet condensed protective qi, a surprise attack is enough to penetrate vital points."

Solo's assessment.

"But its speed and power are still less than one-seventh of the speed and power of the flying needles made of ordinary iron when I was in the late stage of Qi Refining in my previous life."

Even with strong spiritual awareness, without spiritual power to drive it and without talismans to rely on, it's like a bow without arrows or a fire without coal.

His gaze fell back on the crimson crosses and a few other still-flashing markers on the map.

The Black Forest...that's where monsters gather.

With our current strength, if we were to enter, the chances of survival would be slim, if not nine out of ten, but at least we would be at high risk of being caught off guard and losing our lives.

After all, the Black Forest is home to truly large monsters, and there are even traces of "fierce" level monsters...

However, it may contain undiscovered, faint spiritual vein nodes.

The risks and opportunities are equally significant.

He snapped out of his thoughts and took out a wooden box, only two fingers wide, from his inner pocket.

These are dozens of medicinal herbs that he collected over the past two months, herbs that are similar in pharmacology to those found in ordinary human medicines.

The "Li Ren San" was created through his repeated adjustments and trials.

The medicine has a mild and subtle effect, and symptoms appear half an hour after ingestion.

It can induce deep sleep for about twelve to eighteen hours.

Upon waking, there were almost no abnormalities, making it difficult to detect anything.