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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.

……

prepared for him in More castle, Cheney sat on

light screen appeared in front of

[Name: Milton Cheney]

[Spirit: 1.3]

[Physique: 2.2]

[Realm: Peak Quasi-Knight]

[Magic: None]

Lion

Riding Skills (Proficiency 128/800), Basic Archery Skills (Proficiency

[Simulation Count: 1]

change in the attribute panel, the only difference being that the number representing the simulation count had changed from 0

he was now certain that

time, it was exactly thirty days since he had last received a

but if it happens twice, it can more or less

having a simulation once a

to acquire simulations didn’t multiply,

to start Life

this prompt, Cheney immediately answered ‘yes’

the previous two simulations,

through two

his eyes intently fixed on

had to make sure he

due to the low version of

on Hunting Day, earning considerable prestige among the nobles. Your father, surprised at your innate giant strength,

with incredible speed. In this year’s Hunting Day, you were once again

official knight realm, but this year,

you and Nellie Lilith have officially married, and the Golden Lion

training sessions. Usual

bliss, and the Path of the Knight seemed to have become an unbridgeable gap for you. However, you didn’t insist and casually went through training as if completing

Territory, thus you became a Lord.

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

him in the simulator was quite unlike the real him. He should not have been so slack if he knew

some memories related to the simulator were blocked in

remained silent

wife, Nellie Lilith got along harmoniously, and the territory was well-managed by you. In

With a complete family and a territory of your own, your life was cozy. You hadn’t worn an armor or held a Knight’s Sword for over a year.

title of Earl to your elder brother, Nicholas Weasley. You attended the celebratory banquet. Your elder brother

war was the newly-appointed Grand

Province was the first one to get dragged into the war, and the Golden Lion Family couldn’t escape from it

of a Peak Quasi-Knight’s strength, you once more put on your armor, picked up

daughter, they all died. You also were severely injured and fell into a

self-blame. The only thought that kept you alive was revenge. Your

forty-two: You joined a clandestine assassination organization within the kingdom, and you forgot your

injuries from the Lord’s War left you covered in scars. You used all your savings to buy a bottle of secret medicine from the Black

dice that had less than a 10 percent chance of succeeding. But

of life. You started plotting a revenge plan against Grand Duke Goshawk. For this,

Black Market. This poison was extracted from the fangs of a golden viper snake,