The Wizard Path From The Simulator

The Far East Territory is vast in area.

When viewed from above, the entire territory resembles a soaring eagle, hence the name Eagle Ridge.

The Golden Lion Estate where Milton Cheney and Earl Arthur reside is located at the heart of this eagle.

The blazing sun scorches, the red sky without a single cloud, without a breath of wind.

In the small training ground within the estate, Milton brandishes a heavy sword, practicing the skills the second simulation endowed him with.

The second simulation undoubtedly brought significant enhancements to Milton.

Between each move, Milton’s blows seemed to cause the surrounding air to distort, forming sonic booms.

Milton instinctively operated the Golden Lion Breathing Technique with each breath.

A vague stream of air could be seen inhaling into his nose and then exhaling.

The current Milton, if clad in a suit of heavy armor and given a warhorse, could even rival an official knight.

Official knights, even without their armor, can knock down hundreds of ordinary people with their bare hands.

If they have a suitable long sword, even hundreds of people cannot get close; such is the knight in this world.

In the simulation, Milton had indeed fought and killed two official knights on the front battlefield.

Although he eventually died at the hands of a grand knight, it was enough to illustrate his formidable strength.

These days, as his father Earl Arthur had been taking care of the affairs of the territory, Milton had been able to spend his days practicing his skills without any worries.

However, he did not reveal his strength as a peak quasi-knight, as it was too shocking.

If his father Arthur knew, his first thought would not be that he was a rare genius, but whether his son Vernon would become an experimental subject for wizards.

After all, apart from wizards, no other person could transform an ordinary person into a peak quasi-knight within a month.

After the usual training, Milton instinctively called up the panel. The panel turned into a blue light screen and appeared in front of him.

[Name: Milton Cheney]

[Spirit: 1.3]

[Physique: 2.2]

[Realm: Peak Quasi-Knight]

[Magic: None]

[Breathing Technique: Golden Lion Breathing Technique (Proficiency 23/800)]

[Knight Skills: Lionheart Slash (Proficiency 42/800), Basic Riding Skills (Proficiency 123/800), Basic Archery Skills (Proficiency 410/800), Basic Swordsmanship (Expertise 522/1600), Basic Fighting Skills (Expertise 113/1600)…]

[Simulation Count: 0]

The panel is attached to the simulator and adjusts according to his understanding.

Hence, after Milton obtained the knight’s breathing technique in the simulation, a new breathing technique column appeared on the panel.

Similarly, the proficiency level.

In Milton’s memory, according to the mastery level of a skill, it is ranked from novice, proficient, expert, and perfect from bottom to top.

He glanced at the panel; there were no significant changes.

Milton gave a thought, and the light screen disappeared in front of his eyes.

It was approaching midday, it’s Milton’s mealtime.

He returned to his own small restaurant in the estate.

Only Milton sat at the round table in the dining room.

On it, silver dishes were laid out in front of him; dishes of well-roasted deer meat, white bread, some fruit, and even a small bottle of fruit wine.

Since becoming a quasi-knight, Milton’s appetite has increased manifold compared to before.

Therefore, he hasn’t dined with his father in a while.action

Most of the time, he ate alone; the chef in the estate would prepare the meals in advance and send them over.

Milton cut a piece of deer meat with a fork and knife, sandwiched it with white bread, chewed a few times and then swallowed it directly.

He wasn’t very particular about the way he ate; frankly, he preferred using chopsticks over a knife and fork.

“This is too extravagant.”

Milton sighed in his heart, the food he ate every day cost a considerable amount of gold coins, but his father, Earl Arthur, never questioned these things.

In the heart of his father, Earl Arthur, even if Milton was to take a bite and spit it out, it was fine.

This was the advantage of being reincarnated as a noble in the kingdom.

In the hearts of the commoners of the kingdom, the life of Milton Cheney was something they could not even dream of.

In his predecessor’s memory, the common people of the kingdom worried about every meal, and their daily food was dry and hard black bread.

After lunch, William Connelly came looking for Milton Cheney with a smile on his face.

However, today, he wasn’t here to teach Milton Cheney knight techniques, but to bring him news.

“Vernon, in two days it is the hunting day of the East River Province, many young nobles will participate in the hunt, do you want to go and broaden your horizons?”

“Hunting day?”

Milton Cheney was startled, and the next moment memories about hunting day emerged, his eyes showing an understanding look.

The East River Province is considered a resource-rich province within the Frostwinter Kingdom.

And the territory of Milton Cheney’s father, Earl Arthur, is located within the East River Province.

This rich land was naturally not under the control of Milton Cheney’s father alone.

In Milton Cheney’s memory, the East River Province had one Marquis, four Earls, and a few Viscounts.

As for barons, there were none in the East River Province.

Because the territory of barons was mostly in mountainous ravines and barren areas; even within the kingdom, there were classes among the nobility.

Naturally, the territories with mild rainfall and fertile fields would be controlled by nobles with higher privileges because these areas could provide ample food.

Those mountainous ravines and barren areas, due to the scarcity of food, were usually the territories of lesser nobility.

Hunting day was an event eagerly anticipated by the young nobles in the East River Province every year.

Hunting was indeed real hunting. However, most of the young nobles who participated in this event were there for socializing, that is, to network, and pave the way for their future.

After all, a few decades later, those who would rule the various territories within the East River Province might be the very young nobles who were part of the original hunts.

In Milton Cheney’s memory, the early hunting days were always attended by his eldest brother.

In recent years, since his elder brother went to travel the kingdom, the Golden Lion family had been absent from the Hunting Day several times, and the original host had never participated in this so-called Hunting Day.

Milton Cheney was not foolish. This time William came to him with this news, it must have been ordered by his father, Earl Arthur.

Seeing that Milton Cheney didn’t respond, William still smiled and said,

“Vernon, for this hunting day, the lord’s idea is that you can go and gain some experience.

The offspring of the Marquis of Dawnstar and many other Earls will participate in this hunt, and it can be a good experience for you.”

Hearing this, Milton Cheney perfectly understood the meaning.

Although he wasn’t very concerned about this hunting day, he still solemnly said,

“I won’t disappoint my father.”

As he spoke, his right fist clenched on his left chest, and his eyes appropriately exhibited a hint of the resolve and confidence of a young man.

Milton Cheney knew that his father, Earl Arthur, wanted him to befriend other nobles at this hunting day, paving the way for his future.

Naturally, he could not refuse this.

If he refused, although it would not have a significant impact, it would undoubtedly make his father, Earl Arthur, feel a touch of disappointment.

So, Milton Cheney didn’t hesitate much and agreed, because, for him, this so-called hunting day was just a formality.

His future surely would not be to confine himself to one place as an Earl.

Using a phrase from his previous world, his future lay among the stars and the sea.

William was very satisfied with Milton Cheney’s performance. In the past, Milton Cheney was always a child in his eyes.

But, a month of companionship let William understand that his young master was not an ordinary person.

At least some of the traits in Milton Cheney were not even found in Earl Arthur.

So, he said with satisfaction, “I will pick you up tomorrow. This time, I will accompany you and take on the role of a guard.”

Milton Cheney nodded to show he understood.

Of course, the hunting day would not be a solo venture for Milton Cheney; even if he wished to go alone, Earl Arthur would not agree.

After all, in Earl Arthur’s heart, broadening his horizons and networking were secondary, Milton’s safety was paramount.

Even among the sons of earls, very few had a grand knight as a personal guard.

Just by making William serve as a guard for Milton Cheney, one can see the concern Earl Arthur had for him.

Seeing William off, Milton Cheney returned to the training ground, picked up the heavy sword, and resumed his stance.