By nightfall, Little Dream Dragon still had not appeared, but Russell already knew that breathing a mouthful of dragon flame required three days of rest, so he was not anxious.
Early in the morning, after Eric arrived, Russell officially began his daily knight's morning lesson.
"It's already been abandoned for several days in a row. That really shouldn't have happened." He picked up his refined steel longsword and, as always, swung, chopped, and thrust.
Feeling Battle Aura being drawn by his sword forms, little by little carving open the meridians in his arms, he could not help but sigh. "Diligence makes up for shortcomings. I absolutely cannot neglect my usual training just because of the benefits brought by the sword butterflies."
On the contrary.
After obtaining the sword butterflies, he should train even harder. Only then could he maximize their benefits and realize his dream of soaring ahead as soon as possible.
Seeing Russell return to his former persistence, Eric felt greatly relieved. Russell had not even attended his knight's morning lessons these past two days, which had truly worried him. He feared Russell would become slack from here on and spend his entire life cooped up in this little manor.
"My lord still has lofty ambitions!" he silently nodded.
Then another thought fired him up. "As long as my lord is willing to strive, with his current momentum, he will surely carve out a place for himself... By then, perhaps my lord might even grant me a knighthood and let me join the ranks of the nobility!"
Nobility!
Even the lowest hereditary-for-life title was an enormous leap in one's life, a transformation like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.
Someone like Charles, whose family had fallen into decline, merely had an ancestor who had once been a knight