Chapter 54: A Fleeting Stroke of Luck

  As for the news and rumors of the town, no one knew more than Huck - in fact, Huck was not a person who liked to listen to all sorts of news, but as the boss of 'Snow Bear House', he didn't need to go out and gather any news at all. Just standing behind the bar, those patrons chatting loudly in the hall would tell him everything.

  Including news from young people in front of us.

  Of course, Hack would never believe those people's words - he basically took them as a joke, things like the baron's illegitimate child and the knight of the Central Knights.

  It's just a joke in Hack's eyes.

  The only thing he somewhat believed was that it was about an heir of a certain noble family, or rather... something like a bastard child.

  After all, only in this way can the other party match the identity of appearing here.

  However, the sudden and intense battle made Hack doubt his conjecture, especially when he saw the Central Knight's uniform covered in mud. This suspicion turned into reality - compared to the locals of Tylor, Hack, who had once undergone a 'Knight's Baptism', undoubtedly had considerable experience, although the 'Knight's Baptism' failed, it didn't prevent him from seeing some big shots.

  He clearly remembered that the captain of the Central Knights' team was also wearing a similar uniform at that time.

  Really from Central Knights Squad?!

  Hark was inwardly astonished to think that at the same time he saw Dean walking towards him, the innkeeper also stepped forward two steps, with a unique generosity: "Thank you for your help!"

  "No need to thank me - I'm also a target for them, I'm just clearing some enemies for myself!"

  Deen waved his hand and pointed to the other two corpses that were dragged over by his subordinates. When Hack saw the wounds on their throats, he unconsciously looked at the wound on the corpse near his feet, which was also on the throat. The wound wasn't deep or shallow, but it was enough to be fatal with one blow.

  Undoubtedly, this is a good hand with a sword - those who only know how to fight brutally are just beginners. Those who truly enter the threshold are people who understand how to reasonably distribute their strength, not using one thread more or less than needed.

  Likewise, Hack also reached such a state, but it was after his right arm had been cut off.

  However, it is precisely because of this understanding that Hack will pay even more attention to the young people in front of him - because he knows how difficult it is to reach such a level, and many knights who have undergone the "Knight's Baptism" are unable to reach similar levels, for example, that Captain Pots.

  At the mention of Pots, Hack's gratitude towards Dean increased by a notch.

  Look at the respectful glances of those young men, he knew that the young man in front of him was absolutely not a selfish and timid guy. With his excellent swordsmanship, Hack couldn't help but reveal a smile, because he knew that the Fecharlen Knights had gained a good captain.

  So Hack issued his own invitation directly.

  "Although you were just cleaning up your enemies, the fact is that you helped me - so I think you should go to my inn and clean yourself up... going to see Baron with a body covered in mud isn't very polite!"

  "My pleasure!"

  Dean, who had his own thoughts about Hack, naturally wouldn't refuse.

  Inside the inn, with Dean and Hark's entry, those frightened merchants finally breathed a sigh of relief - at least, the appearance of these two men, especially the latter, was enough to prove their safety. Although in normal times they didn't really like to be with this temperamental inn owner, now they were willing to stick close to him.

  "You guys keep drinking, those guys have been taken care of!"

  Hake looked at the hesitant merchants who wanted to come over and couldn't help but wave his hand - he didn't have time to deal with these guys now, because he saw that the young man's right arm was a bit unnatural; it was clear that in the previous battle, this young man was not unscathed.

  But what's strange is that the other party suddenly launched a surprise attack, and with the help of crossbows, even he almost lost his life, let alone a young man.

  "Follow me, I have medicine and bandages here!"

  Hak expressed his own friendship.

  Dean followed without hesitation, entering Hark's room - a small room with a wide bed that could accommodate Hark's entire body, as well as a closet and most notably, a weapon rack and armor stand.

  On the weapon rack, a double-bladed battle axe was placed there.

  A suit of half-armor was neatly laid out on top of the helmet.

  Both are polished to an exceptional brightness, showing the owner's constant wiping and maintenance.

  "That was my former weapon and armor!"

  Hawk, who had taken out bandages and medicine from the lower layer of the closet, saw Dean's measuring gaze and said with a hint of desolation; however, the next moment, he burst into laughter and patted the long sword at his waist with his remaining left hand: "But I still have fighting power now!"

  "Hmm, those guys only sent two people to deal with me, but for you, they've sent four - and I'm just the one who started the trouble in the first place, you're the real target!"

  Dean nodded and took over the bandage and wound medicine.

  "But in the end, those guys were taken down by you and your people. It just goes to show that they underestimated you... Do you need me to take care of the uniform for you?"

  Hake once again showed his generosity.

  "Deeply grateful!"

  Deane responded with aristocratic reserve, though he wanted to appear more natural, but for the sake of his subsequent plans, he had to continue pretending.

  After taking off his uniform, a wound about four inches long appeared on his right arm. It wasn't very wide, but it was bleeding and looked deep.

  In fact, for this blow to himself, Dean was very careful, the wound just looked a bit deep, but actually it didn't matter at all.

  That's right, Dean did it himself.

  As for why?

  It's for the position of Captain of the Knights of Favon, of course.

  However, it's absolutely not to pretend to be pitiful and gain sympathy from others. He just needs a period of time, a period of rapid growth in his strength, so that he can reach the true 'Knight' level; after all, the leader of any Knights Order must at least meet the standard of a Knight, which is recognized by everyone.

  Although there was no explicit clause, Dean absolutely did not want this to become a pretext for others to attack him - and besides, Dean thought that many people around Baron Thiel would be delighted to see this; not because of any interest entanglement, but simply out of schadenfreude.

  This was the baser side of human nature, and Dean had already learned it.

  The bandage was tied in a triangular shape, starting to cover the wound that had been applied with medicine, first dividing into left and right strips - this is a common dressing method in the military, which Dean had specially studied during his time in the Central Knights' Regiment, and then 'consolidated' and 'reviewed' countless times on the battlefield.

  A bandage, soft yet unyieldingly tight, was stuck to the wound on his right arm. Dean used his left hand and teeth to cooperate, just like he had countless times after battles.

  When the wound was thoroughly covered, Dean simply used his left hand to tie a neat and tidy knot.

  Learned: Bandage Lv1

  At the moment when the bandage knot appeared, a prompt appeared on Dean's character panel - under the empty general skill bar, the skill [Bandaging Lv1] appeared there.

  Dein was taken aback for a moment - in his experience, general skills had no level restrictions, meaning they could be quickly improved with experience. However, each general skill required a long time to practice before it appeared and was recognized by the system; at least, in his memory, the original [Bandage Lv1] appeared after he or his comrades bandaged themselves or each other nearly three hundred times.

  But now...

  "It seems I should fully understand the difference between the current system and the one in my memory!"

  Dean furrowed his brow and pondered carefully.

  After all, if [Bandage Lv1] appears, then [Potion Making Lv1] should also appear; after all, he had previously mixed those paralysis potions more than once.

  Then Dean seemed to have found something different.

  Before that, when he was bandaging, he seemed to have entered a certain state - submerged in the countless times of injury and bandaging!

  "Perhaps..."

  A conjecture suddenly appeared in Dean's heart, and such a conjecture excited him again.

  Because if this guess is correct, then he will increase his strength at a faster rate - or more accurately, 'recover'.

  Of course, this requires countless experiments.

  But it's clearly not the time now——

  Hark held the simply treated uniform, pushed open the door and walked in. The mud on the uniform had been completely washed away and dried, but there was no more time for ironing, so it looked a bit wrinkled. Holding such a wrinkled uniform, Hark felt a little embarrassed.

  After all, he knew what they were going to do later on and what kind of consequences would arise from wearing such a uniform.

  "Otherwise, shall we change into something else? Maybe I have..."

  "Our figure... perhaps you know a tailor who can complete alterations within ten minutes?"

  Dean compared the physiques of both sides.

  Still looking forward to your support~~~