"Well, it works, but I'm long past that limit. Looking at the small piece of minced meat in his hand, Favian frowned and whispered to himself.

After the battle, Favian sent someone to drag the body of the wolf king back, and a jungle wolf king close to the level of a great knight may help him improve his physical fitness.

But looking at his frowning face now, it was obvious that he had failed, and at this time there was still a small piece of the wolf king's heart in his hand. In general, the heart is the source of biological power, and it contains specific substances.

"Ding! The heart of the Timberwolf King has been recorded!Beneficial ingredients have been found to be beneficial to the body!You need to swallow one a day for ten consecutive days!You can increase your agility by 0.3!Limit: Agility is less than 7.0!"

However, Favian's agility was already over 7.0 when he broke through the Great Knight...

"It seems that we can only rely on the Great Knight's Breathing Method, and now we finally have the Great Knight-level swordsmanship secret technique. After Favian called someone to clean up the room, he couldn't help but smile confidently when he recalled the powerlessness he felt when he used his knight-level swordsmanship secret skills to deal with Bank.

"Hmph! if you meet Bank now, he will never be able to escape!" Especially on the battlefield, why can a great knight dominate the battlefield? is because of that terrible mobility!

The night was as cool as water, and the sound of insects gradually sounded around again, and it seemed that Favian and the wolf king could not feel the momentum, and after a while, they regained some courage and chirped again.

Around the camp, some uninjured guards were patrolling with torches, and when they saw Favian coming out of the tent, they gave a military salute in admiration, and these guards seemed to be soldiers who had just retired from the battlefield.

It seems that the title of the baron of the Weiss family should have been obtained from the battlefield, and he can be regarded as a very powerful figure. Favian couldn't help but comment in his heart.

There is a large open space on the periphery of the camp, which is also the purpose of Favian, who has not yet practiced breathing and swordsmanship after being promoted to the Great Knight. Although he can maintain his physical condition well with the help of the chip, that doesn't mean he doesn't need to practice.

Once he reached the clearing, Favian moved his limbs slightly. Pulling out the long sword in his hand, he began to practice his swordsmanship one by one, while at the same time constantly running the Great Knight's Breathing Method.

It took about an hour or so for Favian to open his eyes, and he spat out a breath of hot air.

Call!!!

A long breath with a fiery red color was exhaled by him.

At this time, Favian's temples were bulging, his face was flushed with a strange flush, wisps of pale white water vapor kept coming out of the top of his head, and there was a thunderous muffled sound from all over his body.

"Although it has weakened, I can still clearly feel that my physical fitness is improving. Favian nodded with satisfaction, weakening was inevitable, after all, he had reached the last stage of the Great Knight's Breathing Method, which was a water mill.

Back in the tent, after taking a shower, Favian fell asleep, and the night passed uneventfully, without any further attacks.

Early in the morning, under the command of the butler, the convoy was quickly packed, and the baroness, after getting into the car with the child, began to move on under the shouting of the guards.

The baroness was very grateful to Favian for saving his life, and deliberately moved out a carriage for him to rest, and Favian accepted the baroness's kindness.

At this time, he was sitting in the car, quietly looking at the woods by the roadside through the window, looking a little dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

A carriage drove slowly on the opposite side, Favian lowered the curtains, then pulled out the long sword in his hand, and began to wipe the maintenance oil, the oil was taken from the chief of the guard, although it was not a particularly good oil, but the maintenance effect on the long sword, scimitar and other weapons was still very good.

"Martin, how long will it take to arrive?" it could be seen from Winnie's tone that she was in a very bad state, as if she hadn't rested for a long time, and was quite tired at this time.

"Miss Winnie, don't worry, you'll be there tomorrow morning at the most. Martin's eyes were also a little red, which was tired from driving the carriage all night.

"Stop!" Favian's voice resounded through the car.

At this time, he was quite surprised, he did not expect Martin to come back to him with Winnie. If he hadn't heard Winnie and Martin's conversation, there's a good chance he would have missed each other. After all, Martin had already staggered through the carriage, and there was already some distance between them.

The captain of the guard in the front row waved his hand and made a few gestures, which meant that the whole team stopped.

And Favian didn't wait for the carriage to stop, he just lifted the curtain and jumped down, and walked briskly in the direction of Martin.

After hearing Favian's voice, Winnie, who was sitting in the carriage, was obviously stunned, she thought she was hallucinating, but the carriage that gradually stopped told her that it seemed to be Favian's voice.

"Oh, young master, you're all right, that's great! Miss Winnie has been worried about you!" Martin shouted exaggeratedly as he got out of the carriage and looked at Favian who was speeding towards the carriage.

Winnie, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly covered her mouth, and tears could not stop flowing out.

Lifting the curtain of the door, Favian looked at the girl in front of him who was worried about emaciation.

His lips moved, his heart was extremely moved, even though there were a thousand words, but they could not be expressed in words, in his previous life, he walked alone to the peak of the destiny of heaven, but he did not experience the slightest childlike affection.

"I'm back. After a long time, all the words were expressed in one sentence.

Winnie couldn't hold back the thought in her heart anymore and pounced straight at Favian. Hugged him tightly, wept over and over again, and slapped Favian's shoulder hard. But he didn't say a word.

Favien hugged Winnie tightly and patted her constantly, pat and mutter.

"I'm back, it's okay... I'm back, it's okay... ”

It was a long time before Favian realized that Winnie in her arms had fallen asleep from exhaustion at some point.

Favian's heart was full of apologies, and he bent over and hugged Winnie in his arms, and walked steadily into his original carriage.

"Martin, steer the carriage to the convoy. Favian whispered to Martin outside the carriage.

"Okay, young master. "Martin was definitely a loyal groom, and as soon as Favien finished speaking, he felt the carriage slowly turn around.

"Young Master, it's here. Martin steered the carriage in front of the chief of the guard and whispered to Favian.

"Thank you very much for arranging for a guard to help me steer the carriage and let my groom rest in the carriage just now. Favian lifted the curtains of the carriage and whispered to the chief of the guard.

"Young master, I'm fine, Miss Winnie is resting, and I'm driving the carriage very steadily. Martin said aggrievedly as he stood beside the chief of the guard.

"Go ahead and arrange it. Favian looked at Martin with a wide look, and then said to the chief of the guard, although his voice was soft, but it seemed unmistakably majestic.

"Yes, Master Favian, follow your will!" the captain of the guard did not show any displeasure, and after bowing respectfully, he led Martin down.

It was not long before the convoy was headed by the captain of the guard to proceed again, and before night it was time to reach the city of Rasmerdin, the terminus of the Baroness, whose father was a landless viscount in the city.

Winnie, who was sleeping in Favian's arms, suddenly tightened her eyebrows, a panicked look on her face, and her mouth was still full of broken thoughts.

"You don't die, you don't die ... ”

Favien sighed and hugged Winnie's arm tightly.

"I'm not dead, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay... ”

It seemed that because of hearing Favian's voice, Winnie's face gradually improved, and the tight eyebrows between her eyebrows were also relaxed.

The sky slowly darkened, and with the gentle swaying of the carriage, they finally reached the city of Rasmerdin, and the captain of the guard came up on his horse and told Favian the invitation of the Baroness, and wanted Favian to be guests at the Baroness's house, so that she could enjoy the friendship of the landlord.

After a little thought, Favian agreed, and it would be a good choice to take a break from the Baroness's family. He's fine, mainly because Winnie and Martin need to recuperate for two days.

As the carriage entered the baron's estate, Winnie was awakened by the cacophony of sounds coming from outside the carriage. It was the Baroness's father who was welcoming her and the child.

"Venerable Young Master Favian, welcome to the Bose family. In a matter of moments, Viscount Bose was led by the Baroness to Favian's carriage.

"Thank you very much. Favien took Winnie's hand and stepped out of the carriage.

In the face of Viscount Bose's invitation, Winnie didn't say a word, just put her arm around Favian, showing a very decent aristocratic lady's temperament.

Under the guidance of Viscount Bose, the group walked into the Viscount's manor.

Viscount Bose set up two banquets, one in the hall directly opposite the entrance of the manor. It was the Viscount's hospitality to Favien and his daughter.

The other is in the open air on the estate. This time, the accompanying guards, grooms, etc. all dined here.

It wasn't long before Favian and Winnie, after bathing and changing, entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the maids.

In the ballroom, Viscount Bose and his family had been waiting for a long time, and Favian had met his eldest son, Brelle Bose, for the first time.

Of course, the current Brell is just a shy big boy, and in terms of strength, he is just an ordinary aristocratic child who has not even reached the knight's apprenticeship. Favian didn't pay much attention to him.

The banquet was a delight for the guests and the hosts, who were both grateful to Favian for saving the Baroness's life, and in awe of Favian's strength at the level of Grand Knight.