"You wanted me to go with you."
Velin nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
O'dor rose to his feet, folded his arms across his chest, and said, "Fine, but I have one condition."
"Uncle, go ahead," Velin asked with a smile.
"I want a small piece of Barnsterpol Crystal." O'dor looked at Velin and slowly stated his condition.
Velin waved a hand dismissively. "Uncle, forget one piece. I could give you a third of it."
"One piece is enough."
O'dor shook his head, declining Velin's generosity.
Hearing this, Velin already understood why his uncle only wanted a small piece of Barnsterpol Crystal.
Barring any surprises, it was surely to give Aunt Flora another layer of protection against accidents.
After agreeing on a time with his uncle, Velin turned and left the laboratory, not wishing to disturb him as he continued his experiments.
After emerging aboveground and bidding Aunt Flora farewell, Velin left the Manor and headed for the Purple Condensation Gel and Gold Nether Crystal Magic Potion Workshops to find Kyle.
At the newly built Training Ground to the left of the Gold Nether Crystal Magic Potion Workshop, three hundred Bronze Warriors trained their combat techniques beneath the cover of gravity magic. With every swing of their swords, the pressure on their bodies increased. Only when they had completely exhausted their strength and been pressed to the ground did a round of basic training count as complete.
On the left side of the Training Ground stood Glowing Wine meant for treating injuries.
To train troops, Kyle had withdrawn one-twentieth of the Glowing Wine allotted to him over the years from the storeroom.
Lyanna, dressed in a maid's outfit, stood beside Kyle and scrutinized the soldiers on the Training Ground.
When only seventeen High-Bronze Tier Warriors remained standing on the field, Kyle waved