Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Baqi only now noticed the two fully armed youths following them. He stroked his chin with interest: "Are these your new students?"

Silem and Simon were summoned by Lennart, who instructed the two youths to follow Lorant and Lancelot.

"No, this boy is Lorant's younger brother," Lancelot shook his head.

"Oh, you're going into the Black Forest?" Baqi curiously glanced at Silem and Simon, who had been trailing behind them.

"It seems they're about to advance to First-Class Knights. You must be students at the Knights Academy, right?" Baqi turned to ask, and with his strength, he could easily see that these two young knights were on the verge of breaking through.

Their bodies were filled with vibrant energy, and a faint sense of impending qi was palpable.

This was a crucial sign of breaking through to become a full-fledged knight.

"Yes, Director, we are all first-year students at the Knights Academy," Silem replied somewhat nervously.

"Young talents, indeed. Seeing you reminds me of my days in the academy." Baqi couldn't help but sigh, "It's been over a decade already."

"The patrol team will be changing shifts soon in the Black Forest," Valina, who had finished pulling the cart, thought for a moment and said, "You can go with the patrol team into the Black Forest. There's our outpost station there, which is usually manned."

"You can stay in one of the empty cabins nearby and hunt around for suitable prey," Valina continued.

The outpost station was the safest place after entering the Black Forest.

"That would be great!" Lorant happily agreed, "But wouldn't it be too much trouble for you?"

"Not at all! It's quite idle there. We rotate every three days, and a small team staying there gets pretty bored," a knight clad in a wolf pelt laughed heartily.

"Young brothers, just come with us. We'll be leaving shortly, and I'll arrange everything for you and take you out for some fun!" The wolf-pelted knight glanced at Valina, seeing no objection, and confidently promised.

Silem nodded gratefully and immediately thanked the outpost personnel.

He wasn't the type to rebel or act recklessly. He understood what was good for him and what wasn't.

The Knight Regiment's outpost in the Black Forest was known to many, but few were allowed to stay there.

Even camping near the outpost was forbidden, let alone seeking help from the guards against formidable beasts.

Anyone attempting such a thing would face severe punishment, ranging from flogging to execution for disrupting order.

Thus, only the most talented students from the Knights Academy or those with family in the Knight Regiment could enjoy such privileges.

Now, receiving such treatment was undoubtedly due to the supplies his brother had brought.

Silem was well aware of this.

The distribution of supplies went smoothly.

The long down coats custom-made for Lorant covered the knees of even the knights, who typically stood between 1.9 and 2 meters tall.

The material used was generous and of high quality.

The wolf-pelted knight's squad, heading to replace the guard team at the edge of the Black Forest, received the dark purple long down coats first.

"Wow, this is really warm." The wolf-pelted knight casually threw his wolf pelt coat to the ground and put on the down coat, fastening the buttons and tightening the cords to secure it.

Yes, zippers, a high-tech product, did not exist in this world yet; the down coats were secured using buttons and ties.

"Of course, Captain, these aren't cheap," a small knight wearing a woolen scarf, also part of the squad heading to the Black Forest, remarked with a raised eyebrow.

"Though not as expensive as those made from beast materials, they cost more than low-grade pelts." He picked up a down coat, wrapped it around himself, and carefully adjusted his scarf.

"How much do they cost?" a nearby knight asked curiously.

"It's hard to say. The logo on these clothes indicates they were specially made for our Fifth Outpost. They look different from the styles sold in the Slime House shop," the scarf-wearing knight observed, shaking his head uncertainly.

"But according to the shop prices, even shorter versions cost around thirty gold coins. This one, though simple in design, is longer and uses more material, so it must be even more expensive."

"Thirty gold coins!" The wolf-pelted knight whistled, "That's quite generous."

As the squad leader, the wolf-pelted knight earned about five gold coins a month.

While he could afford such items as a professional with modest wealth, he chose not to wear better clothing because he wanted to save money for an enchanted sword and believed his robust health didn't require such expenses.

Despite this, the donation of these supplies exceeded the usual standards.

"Indeed," someone nearby agreed, "This is the first time we've received donations, and it feels great."

What made the knights happy was not just the high value of the supplies but also the recognition of their efforts and hardships, leading to a sense of pride in their respected profession.

The saying "he who eats another's bread must sing another's tune" applied here.

After collecting their down coats, the wolf-pelted knight's squad turned to see Silem and Simon standing awkwardly in the corner.

Others had either been invited upstairs by the director or were helping unload supplies near the carts.

Only these two children, left behind by Lorant and not knowing what else to do, followed behind the Wolfhide Knights as they distributed clothing.

The two of them looked inexplicably pitiful, like abandoned creatures, much like two aggrieved little beasts.

The members of the Wolfhide Knight Squad exchanged glances and approached the two.

Little Eight, squatting behind Silem to let him lean on it, had noticed this group the moment the Wolfhide Knights' gaze turned their way.

Seeing them walk over, Little Eight's glass-like eyes began to stare straight at them.

Standing over two meters tall after just three months, Little Eight's strength was steadily approaching its peak.

When stared at so intently, even a Level Five knight would involuntarily feel a chill in their heart.

It was the pressure from a powerful being.

And the fear of being watched by a wild beast.

The Wolfhide Knight couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

"Hey, little man," he called out from a distance, tilting his head and pointing outward. "We're about to set off. Are you coming with us?"

Silem quickly nodded.

Silem and Simon hurriedly picked up their backpacks and waved to their brother at the second-floor railing.

"Brother! We're leaving! See you later!"

Lorant, leaning against the railing, waved back, and the two apprentice knights followed the patrol squad towards the Black Forest.