Chapter 33 – Sorry, my fellow men.

Chapter 33 – Sorry, my fellow men.

After playing with her friends for two hours, Bonnie ran home.

"Mommy! I'm home!" Bonnie happily yelled after opening the door.

"Oh, my little Bonnie!" Irene, who was in the kitchen making juice, turned around, her face glowing.

Bonnie also saw the new uncle and Auntie Havre calmly drinking some juice.

"Uncle! Auntie!" Bonnie innocently waved at them.

"Oh, hello, Bonnie." Gerhart smiled and waved at her.

"Did you have fun?" Havre asked.

"Yes! Timmy showed me a cool bug!" Bonnie smiled and ran to Irene, hugging her.

"Oh, that's great, Bonnie." Irene gently smiled, affectionately stroking Bonnie's head. "Oh, and Bonnie. I want you to do something."

"Yes, mommy?" Bonnie curiously looked up at her mother.

"Uncle Gerhart will do something wonderful for you, so please don't resist," Irene narrowed her eyes, her smile widening.

"Oh! What is it?!" Bonnie became excited.

"You will see," Irene replied and lovingly looked at Gerhart.

"That's right. I have a gift just for you, Bonnie." Gerhart knelt and smiled, placing a hand on Bonnie's head. "I will give you a great gift, so close your eyes and try accepting it as much as possible, okay?"

"? Okay." Bonnie didn't understand what he meant, but didn't doubt him. After all, how could her mother lie to her?

"Hm. I am taking you under my wings." Gerhart said, black energy seeping into Bonnie's head.

Bonnie suddenly felt something warm entering her.

"Ah... It's so warm and fluffy..." Bonnie thought as the energy gently merged with her.

She then heard a kindly voice, like a doting grandpa to his granddaughter.

Grow well, child, and become a proud citizen.

"I see my experiment with the enthralling process was a success." Gerhart thought, lifted his hand, and stood up.

Using his new affinity to the enthralling power, Gerhart could change its nature. In the default form, it is cold and authoritative energy, but he could manipulate it in more friendly ways to make it easier for others to accept willingly.

"This approach is better when dealing with those who cooperate. But I should avoid using it on those who resist." Gerhart thought.

Soon, Bonnie opened her innocent eyes.

When she looked upon Gerhart again, idolization filled her.

"My lord!" Bonnie said and hugged Gerhart's thigh as if hugging the father she never had.

"You can keep calling me uncle, Bonnie." Gerhart smiled, rubbing Bonnie's head. "And what is your Position?"

"It's Underage Citizen, Uncle." Bonnie smiled back.

"Hm. I see. Let's keep it as it is." Gerhart nodded. "Since you are my first underaged subject, I will give you a small gift so you will grow healthy and strong."

He then blessed Bonnie with 100 Energy Points, focusing on her Vitality and health talents. When she lost consciousness, Irene lovingly held her and carried her to her bedroom. Although Irene became Gerhart's Thrall and Concubine, it didn't change her love for Bonnie, especially when she also became Gerhart's Thrall.

"While it isn't much, she would at least be less prone to sickness. While I don't want to enthrall the children, I should do it just in case." Gerhart thought.

Of course, he didn't plan on doing this for everyone. If he blessed all 700 villagers with 100 points, it would cost 70,000 Energy Points. He wasn't that rich yet.

On that note, converting Irene cost him about 11 points, and Bonnie only cost him about 4. Children were much cheaper to convert than adults; The younger, the better. Of course, this was when they didn't resist and accept the energy. If it weren't for that, it would cost much more.

"Hah... It would be nice if everyone were this easy." Gerhart wishfully thought.

And so, Gerhart's training continued.

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Later that day.

After dinner, Gerhart made Havre his second Envoy. After waiting for some time, Havre woke up, happy.

"Ah... I feel it. I Conquered the voices. They won't bother me anymore." Havre said with a euphoric look.

"I'm happy for you." Gerhart smiled.

"It is all thanks to you, my lord. I can never repay you enough for this saving grace. I will serve you with all I have." Havre looked at Gerhart with an idolizing look.

"I am in your care," Gerhart said.

"I am also happy for you, Havre." Hope also smiled, sitting beside Gerhart. And then, her expression turned serious. "Now that you are an Envoy, can you do it?"

"Yes... I think I can try~" Havre deviously smiled, her eyes shining with a silver light.

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The next day.

Gerhart joined Hope in Aura training, punching sand repeatedly.

"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" Gerhart shouted while punching sand, his fists carrying whisps of silvery light.

"Yah! Yah! Yah! Yah!" Hope also did the same, but her Aura unknowingly changed color from white to silver.

The color of one's Aura usually corresponded to talent, but it wasn't a constant rule. One could change their Aura to different types, and the Aura would carry different properties, such as increased attack and defense. Some Aura had superior qualities to other Auras, but in the end, the user dictated the power.

Also, there were two types of use with Aura: external and internal. External Aura is projected out of the body and used as a weapon. Meanwhile, internal Aura reinforces the body.

Gerhart and Hope were using the roughest form of Aura, trying to draw more and more of their Aura, an uncontrolled mishmash of external and internal Aura use, and were considered Aura Initiates. Many who could use Aura remained at this level, but those who receive formal training or gain enough experience can control it, becoming Aura Warriors.

When one was good enough, they could circulate Aura in their bodies, allowing them to slowly strengthen it and break their level limits over time, called Body Tempering. In this way, one who has never gone to the dungeon before could theoretically reach lvl 100, given enough time. Of course, this process depended on the innate Aura talent, and it could potentially take thousands of years to reach lvl 100 in this way unless you were a prodigy.

Even in Deadmeat's time, his four masters could only reach about lvl 50 before they reached adulthood. If Havre was a full Sword Saint, she could have probably done the same, if not better.

"That is enough for today," Havre said, stopping them. "Go wash up and then have some lunch."

"Okay." Gerhart and Hope nodded and stopped training.

After returning, Gerhart and Hope washed themselves with cold water while talking with Havre.

"While you were training, I spoke with Albatia, one of the village watch. She will come to the massage room after dinner, after the end of her shift, for a relaxing massage, so don't use all your fuel on Irene." Havre meaningfully smiled.

"I know." Gerhart nodded.

"Please also leave some for me for tonight." Hope hugged Gerhart's arm.

"Hmhm. I will." Gerhart chuckled.

Inwardly, he thought, "I will be swinging my hips more and more from now on. Thanks to my new talents, my stamina is enough, but how much can I do it before being tapped out?" Gerhart wondered.

Curious, he wanted to test that out today.