Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 199: Plaids are great. Who dares to laugh?

A notification sign appeared in front of him.

[Breathing method ’Symbiosis’: A very special breathing method that requires the help of a pet to fully exert its effects. The more powerful the animal, the faster the progress and the more the vital power generated will be exacerbated. In addition, the breathing method will take on the attributes of your animal and pass them on to you.]

Of course, no one except himself could see it.

"Truly an exceptional breathing method. It allows for both rapid progression and exceptional life force. And on top of that, the breathing method confers an attribute."

"I wonder how rare it is to have an attribute with the breathing method?"

"I just know that Kaite and Langus don’t have an attribute with their breathing method, but maybe the breathing methods used by the dukes themselves or by the royal family have one?"

Of course, Maxime wasn’t particularly shocked when he saw the description of this breathing method.

He had already been shocked many times, so even such a breathing method just made him smile. Nothing more.

"Now the primary objective is to find an animal with a good lineage and good strength and to tame it."

He didn’t have the patience to wait for his future beast to become powerful. It had to be powerful from the start so that he could use the full potential of his new breathing method as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the awakening of his vital seed will be delayed, and with it the success of his class quest.

And the potential of his future beast must not be too low to avoid spending too many gold coins on improving his bloodline.

[Quest: "Upgrade the swordsman class"]

Description: Congratulations on unlocking your first class quest. If you succeed, it will allow you to improve your class!

Reward: Change from the "swordsman" class to a higher-level class.

Objective:

- Sword handling at level 3 (1/1)

- Have a breathing method (1/1)

- Awaken the vital seed (0/1)

He had fulfilled 2 of the 3 necessary criteria of the quest, all that remained was to awaken his vital seed. Experience more on novelbuddy

Once awakened, not only would he obtain a version of the swordsman class, but his combat power would also be directly improved thanks to the vital seed.

This could even be considered a future asset, as few players were able to awaken their vital seed.

It was necessary to have both a good knighthood talent and a breathing method.

And even in this situation it was usually necessary to train for years before having the slightest chance of awakening the vital seed in a mortal combat.

As Maxime consulted his new breathing method and various other things, a figure appeared in his field of vision and sat down in front of him.

Maxime looked up at the beauty who had just arrived.

"Leïla."

She flashed a very gracious smile.

At the same time, a few soldiers began to pay attention to Maxime’s table.

"The captain of the Shibuya? What is she doing with that young man?"

"I don’t know, maybe he’s one of her men and she’s taking time to integrate him into her group."

"It looks like that’s the case, seeing how young he is."

"In any case, he’s lucky to be able to eat one-on-one with the goddess of Shibuya."

Especially since women were rare in the fortress, many conversations began around them.

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"But why does he have a plaid?"

"Definitely a young recruit with a weak physique."

"Another one who’s underestimated the battlefield."

"If his mother came along, this guy would probably throw himself at her and cry in her arms."

Many soldiers started to laugh and joke about it.

The two concerned were completely unaware of the others, and didn’t care whether or not they were being watched.

"How are you, Maxime?"

Maxime looked at Leïla for a moment.

But as expected, he felt nothing in particular when he looked at her.

"Both very happy and at peace with myself. I’m enjoying a well-deserved bowl of soup."

Leïla laughed slightly at the sight of Maxime in this state.

He looked so much like an ordinary high school student at that moment and even seemed fragile with his blanket.

In that situation, few people could imagine how ferocious he could be on the battlefield.

The images were just totally incompatible.

On the surface, perhaps only his burn on his face, still clearly visible, could provide a touch of credibility.

"And how are you?" Maxime asked casually.

"I’m just recovering from my injuries. Unlike a certain person, I’m not crazy enough to go back to the battlefield while injured."

Maxime met Leïla’s gaze as he said this.

"It’s not madness, it’s courage mixed with a strong confidence in one’s strength. And if my men and I hadn’t gone, who would have saved the second regiment?"

Leïla did not take Maxime’s words the wrong way; she knew they were factual. But she was still curious.

"But the second regiment is a regiment of soldiers. They are all prepared to die, while you are just a high school student. You have already done enough just by accompanying my Shibuya. Everything that you and your men did afterwards was more than exceptional."

"It would have been a shame to lose an exceptional genius just to save a regiment."

Maxime continued to drink his soup quietly while Leïla was talking.

After taking a few spoonfuls, he looked at Leïla again with very serious eyes.

"I felt I could do it, so I did it. That’s all."

Then Maxime thought about something.

"In the end, I did the same thing I did for you. If I hadn’t put my life in danger, you and your mercenaries would have died on the battlefield."

A shiver ran through Leïla’s body when she heard this.

Because she knew he was right, she and her men had really come very close to death.

It was just that Maxime’s current appearance made him seem easy to talk to and approach.

But he was still Maxime, and his words were direct and raw.

Meanwhile, two figures took their places alongside Maxime and Leïla.

They were Orvari and Emmanuel.

The two also arrived with a tray similar to Maxime’s.

That is to say, a large bowl of hot soup with some vegetables, bread and water.

"Stop annoying my savior, Leïla. Maxime is a tiger with sharp teeth. Have you ever seen a tiger run away from a fight?" joked Orvari as he sat down next to Maxime, while Emmanuel sat down next to Leïla.

Seeing two regimental captains sit down at this table, the other soldiers, who had been joking until now, suddenly stopped.

"Is he the captain of the eighth regiment, Emmanuel?"

"It certainly looks like it... They say that he is a force to be reckoned with among the captains, and that his intelligence and war strategies are on a par with Commander Kavasta himself."

"And the one with him, is it really Orvari, the captain of the second regiment?"

"He’s clearly the captain of the second regiment."

"But who is this young man to attract so many strong people to his table?"

The soldiers were all wondering, and no one dared to joke about Maxime anymore.

Who would dare when there were so many important people at his table?

He must be someone strong.

Suddenly, a soldier noticed the burn on Maxime’s face and had a mini revelation.

"Wait, he has a burn on his face. Could he be the famous young man who saved the Shibuya and who, after being seriously wounded, returned without hesitation to the battlefield to rescue the second regiment?"

Another soldier suddenly understood too. He had already passed Maxime in the corridors.

"Shit, it’s definitely him, guys."

Another soldier still didn’t believe it when he saw Maxime looking like that.

"But he looks so weak?"

Other soldiers reacted immediately by bursting out laughing.

"Weak? He could crush you with a finger." said a burly soldier, showing his little finger with a big smile.

Soldiers at other tables began to hear the conversations and joined in the fun.

"Even one finger is too much, his mercenaries are so strong that even the weakest of them could face dozens of Dravaks at once."

"So he wouldn’t even need to move if he wanted to kill you."

...

The laughter of the soldiers could be heard again throughout the cafeteria now, while the soldiers who were originally making fun of Maxime were all teased by their colleagues.

The atmosphere was really very good.

"It’s true, no matter where you go, you become the center of attention, Maxime," Emmanuel commented with a smile.

With the physiques of each of them, it was difficult not to hear the conversations around them.

Maxime was speechless.

"I was quiet until you all arrived one after the other," he said, rolling his eyes.

The 3 captains all laughed together.

"Believe me, Maxime. These soldiers are all more provocative than the last. If we hadn’t come, one of them would have come to tease you," added Orvari with a teasing smile.

"Just because the war is over doesn’t mean there can’t be any more victims in the army," replied Maxime simply and matter-of-factly.

Immediately after saying this, he picked up his spoon and continued to eat his soup. If he had waited any longer, it might have gone cold before he finished it.

But his words cast a chill over the table.

"Obviously this guy is definitely crazy," thought the three captains at the table.

But they were all glad to have him on their side; it was really reassuring.

At least, as long as no one provoked him, he was always normal and friendly. And especially if they themselves encountered danger on the battlefield, there was no one more reliable than him to come and help them.

He had already proven this through his actions.

Thinking in this way, everyone felt close to Maxime despite his hot-headedness.

"Hey, Maxime. Can you share your blanket a little?" Orvari asked.

Maxime looked at Orvari, wondering if he was really serious.

But it didn’t seem like a joke.

"Come closer."

Orvari came closer, and Maxime shared his blanket with him.

The two of them were thus completely wrapped together in the blanket, almost stuck together.

Fortunately, the blanket was originally really big, otherwise it wouldn’t have been possible.

"That blanket is really warm. Thanks Maxime."

"Don’t worry, it’s normal."

Emmanuel and Leïla were speechless as they watched the scene.

Not to mention the soldiers, who wanted to laugh when they saw it.

But who would dare?

The first of them was the captain of the second regiment, none of them could even resist a single punch from him.

While the second was a genius crazy enough to go and rescue the second regiment, which was in disarray, with his own force and his men.

The worst part was that he had really succeeded.

But no matter, a gigantic and intimidating man, as well as a thin young man, even appearing weak, were rolled up together in a plaid.

The two were calmly drinking their hot soup and seemed to be living their best lives.

Some soldiers even began to envy them, because it looked so pleasant...