"Stay in the Space Fortress during this time, and don't mess with me, you know?" Locke admonished Memira as she stood in front of him.

In the more than a month when she was recuperating from her injuries, Memila, who was suffocating in the Shura field, had to come out to relax, and she said that it was to 'take care of the master'.

Locke was busy deepening his relationship with Ashar, so he didn't have time to mess around with this Nizi, so he put her in the space fortress and rarely managed her, mainly leaving it to Terina's care.

Now that the three space fortresses are uniting to march into the hinterland of the Saiyan Star Field, they are about to collide with the army led by the Saiyan prince Burta, and at this juncture, Locke wants to take Memira back to the Shura field for protection, but this Nizi does not agree.

It is also said that the space in the Shura field is so large, from the beginning of the plane war, it has been nearly six years until now, and in the six years, almost four-fifths of the time Memira has spent in the Shura field.

What a terrible thing this is for a young girl who is upright.

Memila's ability to endure it until now is proof that she listened to Locke's words.

Locke naturally understands the pain in his apprentice's heart, but this is for the purpose of protecting Memila, he did it, seeing that this girl refuses to return to the Shura field, Locke can only ask her not to make trouble for herself.

"Got it, got it, by the way, master, how are you recovering from your injuries?" asked Memila, holding Locke's arm and shaking it.

The youthful girlish flavor reminded Locke of a 'battle' that began last night after he and Ashar completed an experimental study in the laboratory.

"I'm almost recovering, and I've improved a lot. Quietly pulling his arm back, Locke said.

"Are you about to be promoted to a third-level celestial knight?" Memira looked at Locke with adoring eyes full of little stars.

Now that she has cultivated hard, she can reach the strength of a high-level squire, and the promotion of each rank is so difficult, and Memira has realized the difficulty of knight cultivation.

"It's really fast, but it's not something you should worry about, break through the quasi-knight as soon as possible. Patting Memira's little head, Locke said earnestly.

The talent of his apprentice is really much stronger than his own.

It has only been eight years since he cultivated his fighting spirit, and he is already the strength of a high-level attendant, although he has sufficient potions and the guidance of famous teachers, but to have such an achievement, Memila's own potential and talent account for a large proportion.

If she continued to cultivate like this, it would not be much of a problem for this girl to be promoted to the next level before the age of thirty, and even the time of this promotion would be even earlier than Locke's beginning.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, the apprentice is so good, and Locke, who is a master, is also quite pleased.

"Speaking of which, master, among those Saiyan little guys, there are several more than a little bit of combat power, and their potential is too scary. Memira said as if remembering something.

"Oh?" Locke was a little surprised when he heard the news.

"What is that Kakarot's combat power now?" Locke asked, among the Saiyan children he knew, this little guy had the most amazing potential, and he was also the first of all the children to reach 1 point of combat power.

"It's 3 o'clock, the strongest of the little guys. Memila said with no taste in her mouth.

A person like her, who has been cultivating hard for eight years, is only a high-level attendant, with 7 combat power, but the Saiyan child, who is only four years old now, already has the strength of a low-level attendant, how can it not make Memila feel unbalanced in her heart.

Nodding, Locke said, "To have this level of potential should be because of his strong bloodline, and one of his parents is a second-level creature, this explosive increase in strength is only temporary, and when it grows up, the strength will not increase so quickly." ”

The adult stage of the Saiyan clan is fifty years old, and before the age of fifty, the combat strength reaches 10 points and the achievement level is required to be called a qualified Saiyan warrior.

Don't look at these Saiyan children, they have more than 1 point of combat power at a young age now, and they can have half of them in the future, and they will wake up laughing if they achieve a level before they are fifty years old.

Locke, Ashar, Terrina and the others all had tasks after the war, and they couldn't take care of Memira at all, so Locke could only put her in his room in the end.

The room in the space fortress of a second-level earth knight is quite luxurious, not only has two bedrooms and a living room, but also has a secret room for the knights to cultivate.

Of course, this level of room is obviously far inferior to that of magicians, but this has satisfied the vast majority of knights.

One of Locke's two bedrooms was converted into a gravity room by asking Ashar, so Memira could only sleep in the bedroom where Locke usually rested.

"Food, water, and cultivation materials are all available here, and you can also use the gravity room next door, so if you are bored, you can take a walk in the corridor of the space fortress, but don't go far. Pointing to his bedroom, Locke said to Memila.

Without waiting for Locke to finish speaking, Memira exclaimed, and then leaped to Locke's trauma, comfortably posing in a large font, and sure enough, the living environment outside was much better than that in the boring Shura field.

"Dididi!" suddenly came a text message from the knight's medal, it was an order from the Huiyue Legion to assemble.

After thinking about it, Locke put down two top-grade energy crystals in the bedroom, and told Memira again before leaving the room and walking towards the mission hall of the Space Fortress.

After Locke left, Memira hugged the quilt on the bed, took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, "Master's room, Master's taste." ”

The girl showed a faint flush on her face, and finally hugged Locke's quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

"Locke, long time no see!" As soon as he entered the mission hall, an acquaintance greeted Locke.

"Nina, it's been a long time. Locke nodded at the sorceress who walked towards him.

The sorceress had long, fiery red wavy hair and was the first friend Locke had ever met in the City of Radiant Moon, and before that, they had signed a magical pact to cooperate with each other.

"You're going out to fight this time, too?" said Locke wondered, as she had the impression that Nina's job was more of a clerk at the front desk of the Radiant Moon Tower.

"Yes, the mages have lost too many battles, and there are not enough manpower to fight. Nina replied with an unnatural expression.

If she could, she would certainly prefer to be her own clerk rather than go to the treacherous intertope battlefield.