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Chapter 9: Chapter 9 “New Simulation” and “Official Knight”! (Seeking Chase Reading)

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Deep within Sun Mountain, a large tree stood.

The massive canopy was filled with countless branches and leaves.

A gentle breeze swept through, causing the leaves to sway delicately in the wind, rustling softly.

On a branch, a green venomous snake was slowly slithering about.

The snake had a flat head, a high nose bridge, small and cunning eyes. The sunlight, unobstructed by the leaves, shone ominously on the snake.

The next moment, the sound of rushing air filled the air as an arrow pinned the snake to the tree.

The venomous snake, its body covered with needle-like scales similar to fish scales, opened its mouth at the moment of impact, revealing two sharp fangs.

Its frenzied writhing was to no avail. Even a wizard could not save it, its head having been pierced.

Seeing that the snake had stopped struggling, Milton Cheney did not approach.

It was now the seventh day since Hunting Day had begun.

Since the start of Hunting Day, it could be said that Cheney was in the spotlight.

Hiding the prey he had hunted was impossible.

By now, everyone knew that the son of the Far East Earl had the strength of a quasi-knight.

And the rumors only exaggerated further. In the eyes of many now, Milton Cheney was an official knight.

Malcolm had also specifically found Cheney to inquire about this, and Cheney’s response was that it was all due to luck.

Of course, no one would believe that.

Running into a fierce beast by luck was one thing, but running into three was pushing it.

The nobles now looked at Cheney with an involuntary hint of awe in their eyes, and even Malcolm’s eyes were filled with undisguised worship.

It could be said that first place in this Hunting Day was already Cheney’s.

However, Cheney didn’t care too much about this. After all, his original intention of coming here was to go through the process, and all of these were unexpected.

Packing up his longbow, Cheney slowly walked toward the outskirts of Sun Mountain.

He didn’t plan to stay here any longer, and hunting any more was meaningless.

Now that a new opportunity for simulation had arrived, Cheney planned to use it as soon as possible.

He felt that this simulation might yield some different results.

……

the Dawnstar family had prepared for him in More castle, Cheney sat

moment, a transparent blue light screen appeared in

[Name: Milton Cheney]

[Spirit: 1.3]

[Physique: 2.2]

[Realm: Peak Quasi-Knight]

[Magic: None]

Technique: Golden Lion Breathing

128/800), Basic Archery Skills (Proficiency

[Simulation Count: 1]

in the attribute panel, the only difference being that the number representing

month, he was now certain that the simulation count was indeed

exactly thirty days since he had last received a

might be a coincidence, but if it happens twice, it can more or less be

was quite satisfied with having a simulation once a

the time to acquire simulations didn’t multiply, it could

you want to start

immediately answered

previous two simulations,

black text emerged. Having already gone through two simulations, Cheney was naturally familiar with the

intently fixed on the

to make sure he didn’t

due to the low version of the

old: you won first place on Hunting Day, earning considerable prestige among the nobles. Your father, surprised at your innate

a bottleneck with incredible speed. In this year’s Hunting Day, you were once again first, and your relationship with the Marquis of Dawnstar’s daughter

realm, but this

Golden

you indulged in marital pleasures, reducing your training sessions. Usual eight-hour

have become an unbridgeable gap for you. However, you didn’t insist and casually went through training as if completing a

thus you became a Lord. In the same year, your

You stopped honing your physical skills. You felt that being a Lord

the real him. He

memories related to the

remained

harmoniously, and the territory was well-managed by you. In the same year, your first

your own, your life was cozy. You hadn’t worn an armor or held a Knight’s Sword for over a year.

passed on the title of Earl to your elder brother, Nicholas Weasley. You attended the celebratory banquet. Your elder brother didn’t deprive you of your

War broke out. The instigator of this war was the newly-appointed

Marquis of Dawnstar in the East River Province was the first one to get dragged into the war, and the

you once more put on your armor, picked up the

brutal, especially when the Kingdom’s Epic Knight entered the battle, your father, elder brother, wife, son, daughter, they all died. You also were severely injured and fell into a coma, akin to a deathlike

boundless self-blame. The only thought that kept you alive was revenge. Your enemy was none other

clandestine assassination organization within

War left you covered in scars. You used all your savings to buy a bottle of

the Life Seed, a roll of the dice that had less than a 10 percent chance of succeeding. But you were lucky. In your

left with three years of life. You started plotting a revenge plan against Grand Duke Goshawk. For this, you had already

poison was extracted from the fangs of a golden viper snake, but it was too conspicuous and couldn’t be used