Chapter 68: The Self-Recommended Follower

Crown paused, only to see the newcomer kneeling on one knee with his right hand on his chest: "Sir Knight, thank you for saving Del Smith's life."

He did not move and accepted the gift calmly. Although there was an element of experiment involved, the result was that he did save the other person.

Without his talisman, the man's final fate would be nothing more than mutation and being killed.

Looking at the man's figure, which was obviously thinner than a few days ago, he stepped forward and helped the man up: "You should also thank yourself for your strong will."

Del stood up, lowered his head and smiled, "Without your help, my lord, my determination is useless! I heard that the knights need squires to feed the horses and maintain the armor. I wonder if I can become your squire?"

The man smiled shyly and continued, "I'm a blacksmith from a nearby village. I dare say my forging skills are much better than the original blacksmiths in town. And after what happened, I found that I am much stronger than before."

Del rolled up his sleeves, showing off his arm muscles. The setting sun gave his body a layer of orange.

This guy is such a wonderful person. Even in such a difficult environment, he is still thinking of seizing opportunities to move forward, which is a good quality.

Crown thought to himself, and he couldn't help but recall the time when he was pitching to Nick about whether he could become a Crusader.

He stretched out his arm, with his palm facing the man: "Come on, hit my hand with your strongest punch. If you can satisfy me, I will consider your proposal."

"Okay," Del responded excitedly. He didn't expect that he would get this opportunity.

After what happened that day, the man realized that only extreme strength could protect himself and his family. If he had half the ability of the powerful knight in front of him, his wife and two other children would not have died in the mouth of that disgusting beast.

He was just a blacksmith with some strength and could barely read or write. It was impossible for him to become a priest, but maybe he could become a knight?

He had been prepared to be rejected many times, but he did not expect to get the approval of the Knight, and his mood was lifted.

Del stepped back one meter, bent his waist and legs, and punched out, hitting the palm of the person in front of him.

"Ha," his arms were muscular, veins were exposed all over his body, his eyes were like knives, and his fists even carried a kind of courageous momentum.

Crown felt the air in front of him being stirred, and the man's iron fist hit his palm heavily.

He did not step back to relieve the force, but took the man's full-strength attack.

Feeling a slight tingling sensation in his arms, he nodded slightly, the man's strength was not much different from what he had been before he became a warrior.

The Golden Light Mantra strengthens the body and the mind, and his physical fitness has been much higher than the limit of ordinary people after continuous training.

When Del saw that the target didn't move, his face suddenly turned red.

The power he was most proud of, his iron fist, could not even make the opponent move a step, and even his body did not shake. His fist seemed to hit the mountain.

Is there such a big difference between an ordinary person and a knight? Del originally thought that his strengthened body would be able to push the opponent back a few steps, but now he feels that there is no hope for him to become a squire.

"You're really strong," Clown shook his arm and said, "If I were to recruit followers, I would give you priority."

The man was ecstatic and said excitedly: "Thank you, sir."

. . . .

Crown came to Nick's room and found that the priest was not there, so he sat in a chair and waited.

With nothing to do, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands in seals, taking the time to visualize the Golden Light Mantra before the red moon rose.

After running for two big cycles, the priest still hadn't returned.

The dove coop was not far from here, and he expected Nick to have returned to the sanctuary first.

He stood up and locked the door, then turned the brass lamp holder next to the bookshelf. After the bookshelf was moved sideways, he entered the underground passage and turned the mechanism inside to close the bookshelf again.

When he reached the bottom of the passage, he found the door of the sanctuary open and walked in.

He walked over to the mechanical gear and turned the dial to close the door of the sanctuary.

Nick sat in the middle of the hall facing the door, holding the metal-covered Flame Bible in his hands, but he didn't look at it. His eyes were unfocused, and he must be thinking about something.

Crown walked over to him and sat down cross-legged.

Nick came back to his senses and said apologetically, "The church has sent a message that all churches outside the urban area will have to rely on themselves in the next few months. According to convention, the church will distribute a batch of supplies in advance before winter, but Rhine City is in chaos now, and the supplies will have to wait until next year."

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"I'm fine, but the blood boiling potion and energy potion you need to practice breathing techniques cannot be delivered, which will greatly delay your training progress. Breathing techniques are the top priority of warrior training. This will extend the time it takes you to become a fire warrior by several months."

Clown was calm. When he heard the information about the gray fog from the priest, he had expected this situation to happen.

Both the church and the city hall will prioritize ensuring the safety of big cities. As for those living in remote villages and towns, they can only hope for the best. He guessed that the churches and other armed forces around Rhine City have all been transferred to the city center.

"How much potion quota has the church issued?" asked Clown.

"The standard for ordinary soldiers is ten bottles of Boiling Blood Potion and six bottles of Vitality Potion per month." The priest patted his forehead. "Originally, I should have given you four months' supply. At this critical juncture, this is a great help."

Having lived two lives, Crown has a good attitude and does not regret anything. He quickly accepts things that cannot be changed and believes that seizing the present is what he should do.

He thought for a moment and asked, "I can make the boiling blood potion myself, but I'm short of some blue tulip petals. Do you have any?"

He had no need for the energy potion. All he had to do was get the missing materials for the boiling blood potion from the priest and make it himself.

"I almost forgot you're an herbalist." Nick's expression was much more relaxed. "I remember I still have more than 300 grams of petals. In addition, I can lend you 20 bottles of energy potion I saved."

The priest sighed as he spoke. He bought the flower petals from old Moya, and his son has now become an excellent Crusader and senior pharmacist.

"I don't need so many energy potions, just give me five bottles," Clown thought that in case the battle intensity was too high, it would be better to keep some energy potions as backup.

He saw that Nick had magic plant-level herbs here, and wondered if he could gather some of the herbal materials for energy potions and primary anti-magic potions to improve his herbal medicine skills: "Father, you still have Demon King Grass and Wild Steel Flower here?"

(End of this chapter)