Carl's figure appeared on the mysterious stone chair engraved with ancient patterns.

Excitement, anxiety, urgency... all these emotions were suppressed by absolute rationality in an instant.

His expression was indifferent, his brown eyes were calm, and he slowly took out a book from his arms.

"Poison Wolf Breathing Method"! Breathing methods are divided into two types: ordinary and secret.

Anyone can practice ordinary breathing methods. As for the level of achievement, it all depends on the practitioner's talent and circumstances.

The secret breathing method is also known as the blood breathing method, and it can only be practiced by those with a specific bloodline.

The guardian knights of the Vatican and several ancient families in the kingdom all have their own secret breathing methods.

Generally speaking, the future achievements of those who practice ordinary breathing techniques will be much lower than those who practice secret breathing techniques.

To become a knight by practicing ordinary breathing techniques is already an outstanding talent, and it is almost impossible to become a great knight.

Not to mention the legendary knights! However, the families that practiced the secret breathing method never lacked top-notch masters.

This is why, for hundreds of years, the top of the kingdom has been firmly controlled by a few ancient families.

The Holy See, with its Holy Guardian Knights, is even more powerful.

From ancient times to the present, top knights have never been commoners.

“Seed of life!”

"Secret medicine?"

Carl opened the book and with the help of his exaggerated comprehension ability under absolute rationality, he quickly absorbed the essence of the Poison Wolf Breathing Method and determined that there was basically no problem with the breathing method.

The principle of breathing therapy is to condense the seeds of life in the human body through various means.

The vitality contained in the seed of life feeds back into the physical body, allowing the practitioner's strength and speed to far exceed the limits of ordinary people.

Eventually, it will reach the level of being able to fight against tigers, tear jackals apart with bare hands, and even be comparable to the legendary ancient ferocious beasts.

The secret medicine is a means to assist in spiritual practice.

Carl didn't know about other breathing methods, but without the secret medicine, it would be impossible to even get started with the Poison Wolf Breathing Method. However, once you get started, your dependence on the secret medicine will be greatly reduced until it is no longer needed.

Turn to the records about secret medicine.

"A pair of fresh wolf eyeballs, fifty grams of wolf brain, snakeweed, and a ruby ​​spider's poison sac..."

“No wonder it’s so cheap!”

"Although these things are not rare, it is almost impossible to gather them in the Black City where entry and exit are prohibited, so naturally there is no way to practice the breathing method."

After closing the book, Carl thought for a moment and his body gradually faded away, returning to his residence in Signo City.

* * * The things needed for the secret medicine are not rare and can be bought on the streets of Rouen, but they are very scattered and require going to many shops.

Moreover, things like wolf eyeballs and brain marrow are very strange if purchased separately and are likely to attract attention.

By the time Carl had gathered everything, he had been busy for half a day and the sun was moving westward and setting.

"Bang..."

"puff!"

"Add water, wait until the Ruby Spider's poison sac melts, put in a wolf eyeball, and poke it with a needle..."

In the kitchen.

Carl held the book in one hand, opened the part about making secret medicine, and boiled it according to the instructions.

Various grass stems and special parts of unknown creatures mixed together and rolled back and forth in the boiling water.

A pungent smell filled the air.

Especially after the poison sac melted, thick smoke rose and the whole kitchen seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Karl concentrated his attention and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

He is not a qualified chef, and he doesn't know how to mix medicines, so he can only follow others' instructions.

"that……"

At this moment, a subtle voice sounded from behind:

"Baron Karl?"

"Mrs. Mary." Karl paused and turned to look over: "What's the matter?"

"oh!"

Looking at the surrounding environment, he suddenly realized:

"Did I disturb you?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." Landlady Mary waved her hands hastily, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's just... Jenny is about to take the singing group exam, can you lower your voice?"

He also said:

"If you want to do anything, just leave it to me."

The noisy noises, pungent smells, and thick smoke in the kitchen make it difficult to calm down.

"Like this." Carl tapped his forehead lightly: "It's my fault. I forgot this. Like this..."

He thought for a moment and said, “I’ll finish what I have on hand first, and then change places next time. Don’t worry, I won’t disturb Jenny.”

"Thank you, thank you!" Mary thanked him hurriedly:

"It's not cooking." Carl shook his head and refused the other party's help:

"It will be ready soon."

"Oh well."

Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Mary had to retract her step into the kitchen and return to the room.

Mary's husband died early, so she did not take her husband's surname and her family relatives were all lower-class civilians.

I have lived alone with my daughter for many years and life was difficult.

Now Jenny has a chance to join the Barrow Singing Group and may even be integrated into the aristocracy in the future.

I definitely don't want to miss this opportunity.

Karl's thoughts turned, and seeing that the secret medicine was almost finished, he hurriedly took out the prepared glass bottle and poured it into it.

The dark red liquid rolled around in the glass bottle. When I got close and sniffed it, I could smell the distinct smell of blood.

Secret medicine!

Done.

Moreover, such a large amount is enough to be divided into three portions, which should be more than enough for beginners in cultivation.

Mysterious place.

Carl crossed his legs together, twisted his body into a strange posture, and adjusted his breathing according to the instructions.

“Gurgle…”

A secret medicine was poured into the mouth.

Not long.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on the surface of his skin, veins bulged on his forehead and neck, and his breathing became rapid.

Carl felt as if his blood was boiling, and his heart was beating as if it was breaking through the limitations of his chest.

The blood was rushing in the body and one could even hear the sound of "gurgling".

Hungry! Hungry! So hungry!

He suddenly opened his eyes, stopped his movements, and quickly picked up the milk, meat pie, and jam prepared on the side.

With absolute rationality, even if every cell in his body was rebelling, his expression remained unchanged.

As you take in more nutritious food, your hunger will gradually subside.

“Three meals’ worth!”

"It seems that when practicing breathing techniques, the digestive capacity of the stomach and intestines will be greatly improved. I can swallow a large amount of food so quickly without feeling bloated, and my spirit becomes more active."

Standing up, Carl picked up the broadsword and swung it, a feeling of relief that was greater than ever before rising in his heart.

strength,

Increased! Just one attempt, the first practice, and I could clearly feel the changes in my body.

“Swish!”

Vertical chop!

The broadsword stopped steadily.

Carl rushed forward with the sword in both hands, and the broadsword stirred up a strong wind.

Angry attack!

Iron Gate Style! Combat Skill - Fierce Wind Slash!

Three afterimages appeared out of thin air, crisscrossing the void in front of him, with a faint sound of swords breaking through the air.

"Three afterimages?"

"My grandfather was born with supernatural powers. He was able to kill the knight's squire without practicing breathing techniques, but he could only cut out three afterimages."

"I am not much worse now than he was back then."

Putting away the broadsword, Carl touched his chin.

Being absolutely rational, he would not have any ecstatic expression, as everything was calculated clearly.

But this time, the practice of Fierce Wind Sword Technique was obviously much smoother than before.

In the past, practicing swordsmanship was like a child swinging a sword. Although it was possible, it was too strenuous.

It always feels a bit forced.

Now.

I no longer have that feeling.

"Knight Squire!"

"Now I am also a knight's squire!"

(End of this chapter)