The ground-floor guest rooms of Fluorite Castle were reserved for the retainers and servants of nobles.
Horace and Big Clumsy Bear Grove shared a room. Lying on the comfortable beds, neither of them felt sleepy for the moment.
"Hey, Grove, have you ever slept in a bed this soft before?" Horace made conversation.
Grove stood six foot three, broad and powerfully built, yet his voice was somewhat delicate. "I have. The blanket is a little too small."
"What?"
"I said the blanket here is a little too small. My feet are sticking out." Grove moved his bare feet, which were hanging outside the blanket.
"It isn't cold now. The height of summer only just passed."
"Yes, it's warmer than the Savage Cave caverns."
"I thought it would take some effort for my lord to recruit you. I didn't expect that on the very day you were recruited, you'd kneel down and kowtow." Horace said, "Grove, you're an Armored Knight. Had no lord recruited you before?"
"No." Grove replied. "My lord was the first."
"Why? You look very strong."
"Because I once beat up a noble. They believed I had no respect for nobles." Grove turned over.
"You only crippled a baron's second son, and you had a reason for doing it."
"A baron's second son is still a noble."
"That's true... A baron. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to become a baron in my lifetime?" Horace began to fantasize.
But Big Clumsy Bear Grove quickly shattered his dream. "For a commoner to be granted a barony, he must at least become a Phantom Beast Knight."
"Uh..." Horace was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he asked again, "Can you become a Phantom Beast Knight? I mean, can you cultivate to become a Great Knight?"
"I'm already a