mesbooks Chapter 205 Restoring Physical Strength
Chapter 205 Restoring Physical Strength
Chapter 206 Restoring Physical Strength
At this moment, what sustained him was not only his sense of knightly honor, but also his burning rage to avenge Father Richard.
It was this irreconcilable hatred that, like the most potent stimulant, kept his life hanging by a thread as he was on the verge of collapse.
Otherwise, he would probably have collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Peter stared at him for a moment, seemingly assessing the determination in his words and their practical feasibility.
Finally, he solemnly extended an invitation: "Sir Taras Muller, in the name of the Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Dawn, I sincerely invite you to join us, to serve under me, and to fight alongside us to protect this land. Are you willing?"
"Of course, Your Highness!"
Müller answered without hesitation, placing one hand on his chest and bowing deeply—an ancient and solemn knightly salute—"You are my benefactor; you led me out of the boundless darkness."
I firmly believe this was God's guidance, that you came to save me from this dire situation. I, Taras Muller, will forever remember your kindness.
The moment he finished speaking, a mysterious and indescribable connection, like an invisible thread, quietly formed between Peter and Muller.
Müller felt a deeper, more heartfelt trust and respect welling up within him, as if their souls had resonated with each other.
"Ding! Taras Muller's favorability has reached 60 points. He has voluntarily joined your ranks. Do you wish to open the character panel?" A notification sound that only Peter could hear rang in his mind.
"Start," Peter silently told himself.
Suddenly, a semi-transparent, faintly glowing attribute panel appeared in Peter's consciousness:
Name: Taras Muller Level: Lv.22 (41840/50000)
主属性：力量9（25）敏捷8（22）活力9（18）智力7（16）魅力6（18）
次属性：爆发5（20）防御9（17）闪避7（16）口才6（12）视野5（16）
技能：剑术Lv.24骑术Lv.22弓弩Lv.19空手Lv.12领兵Lv.18生存Lv.30 |拉丁语Lv.16希腊语Lv.12德语Lv.15纹章学Lv.19
talent:
Legion Veteran (Green Talent): Every veteran who has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood possesses unique survival wisdom. Their presence can slightly increase the survival rate of nearby comrades in the chaos of battle.
Devout Faith (Golden Talent): Their faith is as firm and pure as a rock, enough to resist the whispers and corruption of evil. When they are in a unit, that unit's morale is permanently increased by 10.
Supreme Honor (Gold Talent): A steadfast commitment to knightly honor and rules runs deep, with no tolerance for any act that tarnishes honor or disrupts order. The discipline of the unit the individual belongs to is permanently increased by +10.
Loyalty: 68
Remaining points: 21 attribute points and 21 skill points.
Peter's heart skipped a beat. This talent combination was excellent, especially the two gold talents, both of which were extremely useful team aura effects that could significantly enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops.
However, Muller's physical depletion was indeed alarming, with all his basic attributes falling below the level of an average adult male, which was extremely dangerous in high-intensity melee combat.
"Sir Muller,"
Peter solemnly declared, "I am a knight of God, blessed by the Lord. Most of the members of the Order have shared in this divine grace. Now, kneel down, and you too will bask in this glory!"
He decided to "enhance" Muller immediately, otherwise, given Muller's current condition, he would likely be easily killed by an unknown soldier in the upcoming battle.
"God's blessing? Knight of God? Bathed in glory—"
Muller murmured, repeating himself, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but more so an instinctive trust in Peter's words and awe of the sacred ritual.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward, then knelt on one knee before Peter, bowed his head, and assumed a standard and perfect posture for a noble investiture ceremony.
Despite his ragged clothes and rusted armor, his posture at this moment seemed to transport him back to the solemn knighting ceremony of yesteryear.
Peter slowly drew his sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sparse sunlight filtering through the trees. He solemnly touched the tip of the sword lightly to Müller's head and shoulders in turn.
May God give you strength, protect your faith, and make you indestructible;
May God grant you courage to face all challenges, so that you may be fearless and undaunted;
May God grant you wisdom to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, so that you may not be misled or lost.
As Peter prayed, streams of warm and powerful energy, like a wellspring of life, flowed from the tip of the sword into Muller's body.
Muller felt a jolt throughout his body; his body, which had been parched and withered for many years, seemed to greedily absorb this miraculous nourishment, like parched land receiving rain after a long drought.
The soul seemed to be cleansed by holy water, becoming clear and resolute; the exhausted muscle fibers seemed to be infused with vitality, beginning to swell slightly, regaining elasticity and strength;
Even her cheeks, which had been deeply sunken due to long-term malnutrition, began to plump up at a visible rate.
The rusted dog helmet, which was originally stuck tightly to the skin and almost fused with the flesh, was now slightly lifted by the new vitality, no longer pressing painfully against the face.
The intense, gentle stimulation brought him an overwhelming sense of pleasure, causing him to let out a soft, satisfied groan from deep within his throat.
The knights around them smiled kindly and understandingly at the sight. Many of them had personally experienced this miraculous "blessing" and knew very well what an indescribable and wonderful feeling it was.
"Ding! Taras Muller's loyalty +5"
"Ding! Taras Muller's loyalty +5"
"Ding! Taras Muller's loyalty +5"
Three consecutive system notifications rang in Peter's mind, clearly demonstrating the overwhelming gratitude in Muller's heart.
Peter carefully managed the process, stopping after using up about half of his available points.
At this moment, Müller has recovered his peak attributes, and the deficiencies in his physical foundation have been made up. This makes Müller feel as if he has been reborn, as if he has been reborn.
He abruptly raised his head, his once cloudy and despairing eyes now clear and resolute, brimming with strength and vitality. He once again gave Peter a solemn knightly salute, his voice loud and powerful: "Your Highness! I, Taras Muller, hereby swear to you with my soul and my sword, that I offer you my unwavering loyalty! I will follow in your footsteps forever, until the very end of my life!"
Peter nodded in satisfaction; he could feel the weighty sincerity in Mueller's words. He gestured for Chris and Brienne to carry the heavy wooden crate to Mueller.
"Sir Mueller," Peter said, pointing to the box, "inside is the armor that Father Richard prepared for you before his death."
I have officially purchased it from Father Marian. It is not just a set of protective gear, but also embodies Father Richard's approval and expectations for you.
Now, I present it to you, hoping that you will wear it, carry on the priest's legacy, and continue to fight for justice and light!
"Thank you—thank you, Your Highness!"
Muller's voice choked again. He reached out a trembling hand and stroked the rough surface of the wooden box, as if touching the old priest's kind heart. "I will cherish it and protect it with my life! From this day forward, my sword will be wielded for Father Richard, and I will fight for you!"
"Ding! Taras Muller's loyalty +5"
Peter smiled inwardly. The more devout and steadfast a person's faith, the purer and more unwavering their loyalty will be once they have chosen a path.
Having just joined, Müller's loyalty has already soared to 88 points, which is undoubtedly an excellent start.
The loyal knights have returned to their posts, and the enemy's footsteps can be faintly heard on the road outside the forest.
A bloody ambush to defend our homeland is about to begin.
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