Chapter 14: Bimoye's Determination

In the early morning, Ursula and Celt met as agreed and came to the residence of the Christin family. Walking on the red carpet, every so often there were rows of elaborate yet old armors on both sides, each holding different weapons. These were the battle armors used by generations of the Christin family, witnessing their glory and brilliance.

Ursula and Celt passed through this corridor, reaching the end where a grand yet solemn door stood, marking the office of the current Duke of the Christin family.

"Good morning, Your Grace," the two performed a respectful noble salute.

Christin Shavallo, sitting behind his desk, paused his work and smiled at them, "Ah, you've come."

Celt asked, "Your Grace, where is Bimoye? We couldn't find him in his room."

Shavallo replied, "Ah, he's practicing magic at the training ground."

Ursula glanced at the glass pendulum clock on the wall, "It's only 7:30, how could he be up so early?"

"Um, it's 7:30 already? Ah, I need to go to the palace." Shavallo tidied up his desk and stood up, "He didn't just wake up early, he hasn't slept since yesterday."

"Uh, is this guy crazy? He's already so strong and still works so hard, does he even let us live?" Ursula exclaimed.

Celt laughed, "You know him, he's obsessed with martial arts and magic."

"Alright, go find him quickly. Don't bother me, an old man, with all this formality." Shavallo prepared the materials and documents he needed, all important matters for the state.

Ursula and Celt didn't want to disturb him further and were about to leave when they were suddenly called back.

Shavallo asked, "Wait, do you know someone named Bingzhiye?"

"Bingzhiye?" Celt and Ursula exchanged glances and shook their heads, "What about him?"

Shavallo said, "I don't know. Since he returned from the exam, I've heard him mention this name twice."

"This is unusual, he actually cares about someone and mentions their name twice." Celt ran out of the room, saying to Shavallo, "Your Grace, we'll definitely find out for you."

"Hey, wait for me..."

The training ground was a vast area. Even before the Christin family moved in, it was already there, originally used for military training. After the Christin family moved in, the training ground was preserved.

At the edge of the training ground, various weapons were displayed, each made from precious materials. Bimoye stood in the center of the training ground, holding a long sword. Drops of water slid down the blade, and the ice that had formed around him was slowly melting under the rising sun. Suddenly, a gust of dust mixed with powerful magic attacked him. 'Clang'—the sword blades clashed, and Bimoye's sword blocked the attack.

"Heh heh." Ursula smiled playfully, the blade surrounded by fine brown dust retreated, and he leaped back a step.

Three streams of dark red flames converged and struck Bimoye from above. He didn't move, and the white ice crystals beneath his feet rose like living things, forming a shield above his head. No matter how the flames raged, they couldn't melt the ice shield, which was less than a centimeter thick.

Celt landed from the air, looking at him with a knowing smile.

Bimoye turned his head, his eyes like sharp blades, "Are you trying to get killed?"

"Heh heh, no, no, just playing around." Ursula still had a carefree smile.

Celt laughed, "How about it, Bimoye? The cooperation between me, the Flame Knight, and the Magic Warrior Ursula is pretty good, right?"

Bimoye put away his sword and walked away to rest.

Ursula sighed, "I used the earth elements I gathered to create a dust cloud as cover, then I feigned an attack, and you used the earth elements to form a powerful flame stream. This move should be quite powerful, why doesn't he think it's impressive?"

"That guy never knows what cooperation is. He thinks one person can be the strongest." Celt walked over, "Hey, that's pretty rude, we're guests, and you just ignore us?"

Under a tree, there were several mushroom-shaped stone benches surrounding a tree-trunk-like stone table. Bimoye was sitting there. When they approached, he coldly asked, "What are you here for?"

"Look, is that how you talk to a friend?" Celt was unhappy, but he sat down and started eating the fruit on the table.

Ursula also sat down, "We came to see you without having breakfast, and you only give us a few fruits as a reward? That's not very nice." He clapped his hands and said to the servant who came to serve them, "Bring us the most luxurious breakfast you have, I'm starving."

"No, no," Celt said, "I also want a glass of fruit wine."

Bimoye waited until they finished ordering like they were in a restaurant, then told the servant, "Don't bring anything."

Ursula jumped up, "You're too stingy!"

Celt noticed Bimoye's expression, "Is he angry?"

"Pfft, he's always angry," Ursula said, "He looks like he meets his lifelong enemy every day, ignore him." He grabbed the servant's hand and smiled, "Pretty lady, please bring us what we ordered, don't listen to your brat of a master."

The servant blushed but, seeing that Bimoye didn't object, nodded and left.

Celt huffed, "When will you change your attitude?"

"I am what I am," Ursula said confidently.

Celt picked a snow grape from a silver fruit dish, bit into it, and immediately felt the cold juice, shivering and exhaling a breath of cold air, "Ah, refreshing. That move really heated me up, this is a good cool-down."

Ursula looked around, "What a great environment, birds singing, flowers blooming, beautiful women everywhere, and everything is of the highest quality. Why do you still train so hard? Even if you don't rely on your past achievements, you don't need to stay up all night training, right?"

Bimoye was getting impatient, "Three questions."

Ursula got excited, "Why do you stay up all night training?"

Bimoye coldly answered, "I want to."

Celt also asked, "Who is Bingzhiye?"

"A guy."

Ursula asked, "Is your training related to him?"

Bimoye remained silent for a long time.

Celt said, "What does that mean? We agreed on three questions."

Ursula nodded, "His silence means I hit the mark. Bingzhiye? I haven't heard of him in the capital."

Bimoye looked at them, "What are you here for?"

"Ah, it's like this," Ursula said, "That guy Heloha from the Bridget family left the Royal Inner School and is going to the military, apparently to the front lines."

Celt sighed, "I heard from Ursula. It seems that last incident really affected him. Going to the front lines might be good for him; with his character and abilities, he should become a famous warrior soon."

Bimoye was silent for a moment, not commenting on the matter, and instead asked, "Is that why you're here?"

"Hey, don't be so cold," the servant brought two plates of breakfast, and Ursula continued, "Celt and I took the exam on the third day. Ha, those questions were child's play. For you, it should be even easier. Tell us about your exam."

Bimoye put his hand on their heads and pressed them into the breakfast plate, "Boring!" and prepared to go back to the training ground.

"Damn!" Celt grabbed his clothes and squinted, "Clean it up quickly, it got in my eyes."

Ursula, not as badly affected, used water magic to clean his face and then helped Celt, "Alright, alright, we're afraid of you. No more boring questions. I want to ask, what did you do with the 10,000 gold coins? Did you buy a familiar from the monster market because you're entering the academy?"

Bimoye handed him the sword he had been using.

"Did you buy this sword?" Ursula drew the sword and examined it, muttering, "Is this sword really worth 10,000 gold coins?"

"Let me see, let me see." Celt snatched the sword. The sword was not very long, about a meter in length, and with the hilt, it was about 1.3 to 1.4 meters. The sword was silver-white overall, with a blood groove in the middle, which was blue, seemingly made of some special material. The hilt had five green gems embedded on both sides, arranged in a pentagon. The gems shimmered, as if containing great power.

Celt casually swung the sword, and the stone table in front of him, about a meter in diameter, was cut in half like tofu, "Sorry, I broke your table."

Ursula laughed, "10,000 gold coins, this sword is worth it. I thought 10,000 gold coins could buy a good familiar, but there aren't many good ones in the markets in the capital. By the way, the Kulandt Academy offers courses on contracts and summoned creatures, and students usually prepare a familiar before entering. Do you have any plans?"

Bimoye rarely asked, "What about you?"

Celt laughed, "Ha, if even you don't have a familiar, how can we?"

Bimoye didn't speak.

Celt continued, "You don't really have any plans, do you? Although your family has a history of using dragons, dragons are rare. You wouldn't wait for a dragon to appear before making a contract, would you?"

"Nothing is impossible," Ursula said, "He always aims for the strongest. Apart from the strongest dragon, no other monster would meet his standards. Although no one in your family has used a dragon in recent generations, given his personality, he would choose nothing but a dragon."

Bimoye listened to them without interrupting.

Celt asked Ursula, "Many in your family use griffins, and most griffins in the market are provided by your family. What about you, do you have any plans?"

"Haha, I haven't thought that far," Ursula played with his brown bangs, "It doesn't matter. Griffins are good, but they can't be too weak. I'll know when I find one I like. The key is to see his familiar."

"True..."

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