parentshiftbook Chapter 15 Green-clothed Flute Player
Chapter 15 Green-clothed Flute Player
Chapter 15: Chapter 15 Green-clothed Flute PlayerLying on the ground in a strange posture, Horn could feel the alternating cold and heat coursing through his flesh, the previous muscle soreness from training and rapid breathing had all disappeared.
He softly exhaled the turbid air, and the sensation of alternating cold and heat gradually faded away. Horn opened his eyes, feeling his stomach rumbling continuously.
He quickly tossed some berries and jerky into his mouth to temporarily alleviate the hunger.
The knight breathing technique requires a lot from food, not only requiring enough meat and fat intake daily but rice and flour are indispensable as well.
This means that for an ordinary person wanting to practice the breathing technique, they must either be like Jeanne with extraordinary talent to gain weight eating anything, or have three meals a day with vegetables and meat, plus time to train.
That’s why the practice of knight breathing technique is widespread, yet most practitioners belong to the Armed Farmers or higher social strata.
Ordinary people cannot afford such high food consumption.
However, ever since the end of the hundred-year War of the Grass character, the wages of laborers and artisans have risen significantly, leading to first and second level breathing practitioners emerging among ordinary laborers and even drifters, resulting in the rise of the mercenary industry.
The Imperial Noble Council hurriedly issued the "Fugitive Slave Law" and "Labor Law" to restrict them, fearing that these lower classes would gain extraordinary powers.
In this world, extraordinary power equals violence equals authority.
Finishing the last two bites of coarse oat bread with water, Horn belched, exhaling a lot of unpleasant sour air.
With his eyes closed, Horn slowly recalled the previous sensation.
According to Jeanne, the mark of first-level breathing technique is being able to effortlessly activate this sensation.
By then, the body’s endurance will significantly increase.
"Master Saint Grandson Pope..."
Horn opened his eyes, and Jeska’s wrinkled big face popped into view.
"Is everyone here? If they’re here, let’s set off." Horn thought Jeska was here to urge him to hit the road to the forest.
But Jeska shook his head bitterly: "Not everyone is here. Two members of the hunting team went missing when collecting cages this morning."
"Missing? Did they run off? Have you looked for them?"
"We only found one, but he was already unconscious. We just carried him to Priest Kosse, hoping that Priest Kosse’s blessing can wake him up."
As soon as Jeska finished speaking, Horn heard a crisp and loud sound not far away, followed by a cry-like wailing and villagers’ series of praises.
Tucking the handkerchief into his belt, Horn stood up and walked toward the open space where villagers were gathering.
Halfway there, he saw about seventeen or eighteen villagers, surrounding Priest Kosse, two robust young men in the middle carrying a young boy walking towards them.
The young boy’s nose was crooked, eyes slanted, and two streams of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes; his right cheek bore a high swollen red handprint.
"Tell me carefully, what happened?" Horn approached the young boy smacked by Kosse.
"I don’t know what happened either. My brother and I were collecting cages in the woods, then I felt dizzy, and while dizzy, I heard the sound of a flute, and after that, I don’t know anything."
Before the boy finished speaking, Priest Kosse beside him muttered with a pale face: "Green-clothed Flute Player, it must be the Green-clothed Flute Player."
Whether it was Jeska or other villagers rushing from another direction, even Jeanne, who feared neither heaven nor earth, their faces suddenly changed.
Green-clothed Flute Player?
With this keyword, Horn quickly