Deducing Fituosi's identity was not difficult for Lancelot.
When I was drinking with Zyra, I learned from her that she had a younger brother who possessed very strong spatial Ability Energy and had been secretly trained by the Alliance since childhood.
Lancelot chatted with her and learned many interesting stories about the siblings, as well as Fituosi's wicked personality. While he wasn't exactly the same as Zyra, their sibling relationship was definitely close.
Based on the information above, analyzing the recent rescue operation makes it easy to draw conclusions.
First, it's important to understand that given Lancelot's status and potential, even a Sanctuary expert wouldn't joke with a complete stranger like him.
If things go wrong, Lancelot will hold a grudge.
Only a fool would make enemies for no reason.
How many fools can cultivate to the Sanctuary level?
Thus, the conclusion is quite simple: this young man is related to them.
It's generally fine for acquaintances or close friends to joke around with each other, as long as nothing bad actually happens.
Therefore, it can be inferred that there are not many people with whom one has a close relationship.
Zyra definitely counts; she's definitely one of my best friends.
Combined with the young man's bad character, spatial abilities, and approximate age, it was easy to pinpoint his identity.
However, Lancelot would not tell Fituosi any of this.
Who told this guy to play tricks on me?
"Heh, you're quite vengeful." Fituosi smirked and casually explained, "I also received a mission during this Scavenger Operation, but I finished mine quickly and had nothing to do, so my older sister dragged me into it."
Fituosi looked helpless when these situations were mentioned.
Lancelot understood. No wonder this guy was teasing him; he was unwilling.
It seems highly likely that Zyra threatened her with her fists...
"Tsk, that wasn't enough of a beating."
Lancelot muttered to himself.
"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. Lancelot, are you interested in joining the Swordbearer Unit?" Fituosi suddenly asked, changing the subject.
"The Swordbearer Unit? What are those?" Lancelot asked with curiosity. He usually focused on cultivation and didn't know much about some of the Alliance's organizations, even though he already had a high level of authority. This was one of the costs of growing too fast.
"You can think of it as elite special forces, a secret force belonging to the Alliance."
Fituosi gave a brief explanation.
"The Swordbearer Unit is Strategic Support Force led by Lord Maxwell, the Moon Breaker. Every member is a super elite selected from among the Alliance's Transcendent. With your talent, only by joining the Swordbearer Unit can you have a sufficiently broad space for development."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot immediately pictured the bald, burly man he had encountered on the Holy Sword Stairway.
"Is the Swordbearer Unit related to the Holy Sword Academy?" Lancelot asked thoughtfully.
Fituosi laughed. "Quite perceptive, realizing it so quickly. That's right, the prototype of the Swordbearer Unit was the Holy Sword Academy's guard, which was later urgently recalled by the military during the war. Because it was so effective, it became an independent army, and then, under His Excellency Maxwell's leadership, it developed rapidly and has now become the military's most formidable Iron Fist."
"I see." Lancelot had made up his mind, but he didn't reply to Fituosi immediately. He needed to go back and consult with Director Steel Tiger before making a decision.
Fituosi didn't mind. He believed that once Lancelot learned about the Swordbearer Unit in detail, he would definitely join. Whether it was the resources or the benefits to his own growth, the Swordbearer Unit was the best destination for students of the Holy Sword Academy, without exception.
Normally, only exceptionally outstanding graduates of the Holy Sword are qualified to join the Swordbearer Unit. It was only because Lancelot was so exceptionally talented that he achieved remarkable success before graduating, coupled with his connection to Zyra, that Fituosi became interested. He wouldn't have bothered with anyone else.
One day later.
Planet Golden Bridge Space Station.
After taking a shower, Lancelot plopped down on the bed.
The soft mattress and his refreshed body swept away the dust and fatigue he had accumulated from three months of traveling around carrying out missions.
As drowsiness gradually crept in, Lancelot closed his eyes, and soon, even breathing filled the room.
Bang bang bang!!
I don't know how much time passed.
The loud knocking woke Lancelot from his sleep.
In a daze, he opened the door with his eyes closed.
A beautiful blonde girl stood gracefully in the doorway.
It's Vermila.
Zyra's biggest fangirl.
He was also Lancelot's good friend.
"Hey, why do you look so drained?" The girl looked at Lancelot suspiciously, her two big, bright eyes peeking around the room as if searching for something.
Bang!
Lancelot casually tapped her, leaving a clear red mark on Vermila's smooth forehead. Amid the girl's cry of pain, he turned and walked into the room.
Vermila gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at the broad back in front of her. She really wanted to give him a deadly scissor kick, but she clenched her little fists again and again and still didn't dare to make a move.
A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast expanse.
Ultimately, it's because I can't beat this despicable guy.
Vermila, filled with anger, made all sorts of noises, like a sulking little brat.
Lancelot frowned, his anger visibly escalating.
But Vermila knew when to stop, leaving him with no outlet for his anger.
"What's up?"
A sentence that perfectly encapsulates a person's morning grumpiness.
The blonde beauty smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling. "Have you forgotten that prize pool quest we all worked on together a few months ago when we parted ways?"
Vermila was saying that after the first collective action, students from several colleges decided to each contribute a portion of their credits, and the allocation of credits in the prize pool would be determined by the ranking of the amount of military merits earned after leaving Planet Golden Bridge.
The top ten students receive all the credits.
Lancelot certainly wouldn't forget.
"Everyone's back?" He raised his head, which had been hanging low, and looked directly at Vermila.
The latter was currently sitting with her legs crossed, her long, fair legs swaying in front of Lancelot, looking incredibly alluring.
"Okay, everyone's been sent back. We're having a get-together at 8 PM tonight, and we'll also be ranking our military achievements then."
Lancelot glanced at the time; it was four in the afternoon, four hours to go.
"Wait until I take a shower, then have dinner with me."
As he spoke, Lancelot stood up and casually took off his shirt.
Under the lights, his pale golden skin sculpted perfectly, revealing flawless muscles. His masculine charm was instantly unleashed. Vermila stared wide-eyed, openly admiring him, commenting, "I must say, your muscles are the most pleasing to the eye I've ever seen."
Lancelot ignored her and went into the bathroom to shower.
Vermila picked up the communicator next to the sofa, opened a mini-game, and started playing.
Three minutes later, Lancelot and Vermila, having finished getting ready, went out.
The space station outside Planet Golden Bridge is very large and has very complete internal facilities.
Although the dinner was scheduled for eight o'clock, Lancelot, who had just woken up, was already starving.
He grabbed Vermila and randomly picked a restaurant, ordering a huge amount of meat—enough for an ordinary person to eat for half a month—but this was only enough for one meal for Lancelot.
The boss was used to this, after all, he mainly served people with Transcendent, and he had encountered people with even larger appetites more than once.
Vermila wasn't hungry; she just ordered a cold drink and sipped it slowly.
While waiting for their food, the two chatted about their mission experiences on Planet Golden Bridge.
It started off fine, but as the conversation went on, it turned into a one-sided rant by Vermila.
"You have no idea how infuriating that Fax People is. I'm the one who rescued him, okay? Although he was a little frightened in the process, that was only because he wasn't cooperative."
"And what happened? This guy actually sued me, and even used his connections. The military court got involved. If it weren't for the intervention of the academy's higher-ups, you'd only see me in prison."
Vermila spoke through gritted teeth, her fair face filled with anger.
Lancelot listened quietly, but a dark and unfathomable look flashed across his eyes.
Another Fax People.
Over the past three months, tensions between the military and the Fax People appear to have intensified.
From the highest level down to the soldiers...
Lancelot didn't believe it was a coincidence; there must be some driving force behind it.
After finishing their meal, the two strolled around the space station for a while before heading to the dining area ahead of time.
When they arrived, the spacious hall was already quite full of people.
Lancelot recognized every single one of these people's faces.
They were all comrades-in-arms.
"Hi, Lancelot."
"Thunder Demon, over here!"
"Brother, long time no see!"
Everyone greeted Lancelot with smiles. Although they hadn't seen each other much over the past three months, they had all heard about Lancelot's glorious deeds through various channels.
Lancelot responded to each question, already quite adept at being the center of attention.
Time passed slowly, and the number of people in the hall gradually increased.
The atmosphere gradually became more lively.
Lancelot!
A shout came from the side.
Curse Realm Gosdo, the top student in the second year of the Infinity Academy, is quite an interesting young man.
"You've arrived." Lancelot smiled faintly and handed over a glass of golden-yellow liquor.
Gosdo gracefully accepted the gift, raising an eyebrow at Lancelot and saying, "I lost to you on the last mission, but I won't lose this time in the competition for military merit."
Before Lancelot could speak, Vermila interjected, pouting and Earth Dao irritably, "If you're so capable, why don't you compare your individual military achievements with Lancelot's? Even if the whole team wins, what's there to be proud of?"
Gosdo shrugged. "That's the rule. Lancelot can team up. Nobody's forcing him to go solo. Besides, while Walker don't have help, they're also more free and flexible. It's not all a disadvantage, okay?"
"Tch, fallacies and heresies." Vermila squinted, indicating that it was all fallacies and heresies; it was simply unfair for the majority to fight against the minority.
Faced with the girl's unreasonable behavior, Gosdo simply smiled gently; he was a very good-tempered fellow.
The group chatted idly, and before they knew it, it was eight o'clock in the evening.
Keaton, the principal of the Radiant Sun Academy, stepped onto the stage to act as the host.
"Gentlemen, Scavenger Operation is drawing to a close. It's time for us to leave this planet where we've fought for months. Now it's time to settle our final mission."
"Without further ado, let's begin tallying up military merits."
"Constellation Academy, Cage Squad, accumulated military merits: 25342 points."
"Infinity Academy, Gosdo Squad, accumulated military merits: 31021 points."
"Infinity Academy, Dexijin Squad, accumulated military merits: 24701 points."
"Holy Sword Academy, Vermila Squad, accumulated military merits: 24912 points."
"Holy Sword Academy, Lancelot the Walker, accumulated military merits: 62314 points."
Upon reading this, Keaton's eyes showed obvious astonishment.
The hall was instantly filled with a buzzing atmosphere.
"No way!" Vermila grabbed Lancelot's right arm with both hands, her little tiger teeth grinding together. "You, all by yourself, have more than twice the military merit of our entire squad! Is there no justice in this world?"
Gosdo was stunned; the more confident he had been just moments before, the more bewildered he was now.
After a long silence, he glanced at Lancelot beside him with a complicated expression, "Congratulations!"
"Congratulations to you, second place!" Lancelot raised his glass.
The ranking of military merits was quickly completed, and the top ten divided up the credits in the prize pool.
Lancelot earned a total of 12,200 credits.
The quantity is quite considerable.
After the credits were distributed, the young people present began to celebrate.
The intense and exciting battlefield missions have everyone on edge; now is the time to relax.
Even Lancelot couldn't suppress his true nature and joined in the fun with the others.
Dance battles, arm wrestling, drinking contests...
I don't even know when I got back to my room.
The following morning.
The heaviness in his chest made Lancelot frown subconsciously, and then the familiar fragrance wafting to his nose made him even more puzzled.
Opening her eyes, a beautiful, petite, fair face appeared before her—it was Vermila.
She had actually fallen asleep on his chest, and what made Lancelot's forehead veins bulge even more was that Vermila liked to drool in her sleep, leaving his neck all wet.
Taking a deep breath and glancing at the sleeping girl, Lancelot's mood gradually calmed down.
He picked the girl up and put her down, then took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to shower.
But not long after she started showering, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Vermila wandered in, eyes closed, and immediately took off her clothes, as if she had made the place her own room.
Her beautiful figure, radiant white skin, and stunningly beautiful features combined to create an intensely stimulating experience.
Lancelot reacted instantly.
But he quickly suppressed the physical tremor, and a wisp of electricity flashed at his fingertips, disappearing into Vermila's body.
The girl jolted awake instantly upon being stimulated by the electric current.
Then, they saw Lancelot with a dark expression.
"What are you doing?" Vermila instinctively crossed her arms, then said with heartbreaking pain, "Lancelot, I misjudged you. We're best brothers! How could you do this to me while I was asleep?"
The guilty party files a lawsuit first.
The clever Vermila reacted quickly, but she couldn't fool Lancelot at all.
"Aren't you going out? Want to shower together?"