"Burp!"
Ryan burped again, patting his stomach with a chuckle.
He was doing it on purpose, of course, just to scare these trainees.
Otherwise, eating slowly and chewing thoroughly was his usual way of having meals.
However, he wanted to do this good thing again tomorrow.
"So, Ryan, you have such a big appetite? Three buckets aren't enough to fill you up? Should I bring two more buckets next time?"
Noelle, who came to collect the plates and wooden buckets, kept track of everyone's food intake.
Upon discovering Ryan ate so much today, she felt a little guilty for having starved him for the past few days.
As she spoke, her eyes constantly darted around.
She found it unbelievable that Ryan's stomach remained flat and unchanged after eating so much.
She voiced the same confusion as the other trainees.
Was there a Dragon's stomach inside, or was it connected to some other dimensional space?
The volume of five buckets of food stacked together was larger than Ryan himself.
How did he manage to eat it all?
Where did all the food go?
Being able to eat so much and not gain any weight truly made girls envious.
"No need! No need!" Ryan waved his hand, "Three buckets are fine! Five buckets would be too extravagant for the Knights of Favonius!"
Streams of warmth and energy transformed from his stomach throughout his body, replenishing his vitality and increasing his strength.
The nutrients did not solidify into fat but instead became the human Qi and blood mentioned in traditional medicine before his Transmigration.
Qi and blood are the essence of the Dao.
When Qi and blood are abundant, one's spirit is vigorous, Yang Qi is sufficient, and evil spirits cannot intrude.
"So you were worried about that?" Noelle crossed her arms, raised a hand, and pondered with her head down.
Indeed, when she went to get lunch, she heard the chef complaining.
After Ryan arrived, the budget for eleven days was exhausted in just ten days.
If this continued, Acting Grand Master Jean would start to suspect them of taking kickbacks.
"Don't think about it, you don't need to prepare more food for me." Ryan looked at Noelle, who seemed not to have given up, and emphasized.
Ryan's repeated insistence finally dispelled Noelle's idea of asking Acting Grand Master Jean to increase the budget.
"If you have any further instructions, just tell me! I'll be waiting for you anytime at the Claymore Training Field nearby!"
Noelle was especially considerate of this visitor from another world, who was staying at Senior Amber's home.
"So, you don't need to be sent to that small cubicle anymore?"
She asked, voicing the doubt that arose after seeing Ryan in the first row of the Sword Training Field.
"I've already learned Favonius Bladework and caught up with the other trainees' progress. The Instructor told me to come and interact with the others!" Ryan picked up his Sword. Having rested, it was time to carve wood again.
"That's amazing! Congratulations on integrating with everyone at the Training Field!" Noelle clapped her hands in congratulations.
Every time she delivered meals, Ryan's large appetite left a deep impression on her, but Ryan's diligence and hard work also remained vivid in her memory.
Ryan was the only one who, when meals were delivered, diligently practiced his Sword, and when the meal was finished and the buckets were collected, he still diligently practiced his Sword, never shifting his attention to rest.
This level of effort and progress greatly motivated her to strive towards her goal of becoming a formal Knight.
"Integrate?" Ryan shook his head. He could still feel that he was being excluded.
After all, he hadn't spoken a single word to anyone else.
"Do you want me to help with the dishes?" Ryan watched Noelle about to push the cart away.
"No! No need! You helping me clean the grounds every night after your training already makes things very easy for me," Noelle said happily. "This is a maid's job. A future Knight should focus on training!"
Ryan did not agree with this.
"Precisely because you are a Knight, you should not be lazy!"
"The daily cleaning every night is something I should already be doing!"
"Cleaning the Training Field is an obligation that all trainees should have! Whoever creates the mess cleans it up; in my world, even three-year-olds know this principle!"
He looked at the countless wood shavings on the ground and the indifferent trainees, feeling a bit angry.
On the second day of training, when he was cleaning the small cubicle, he unexpectedly saw only Noelle cleaning the two huge outdoor fields.
Initially, when he heard Noelle's words, as if it was natural that she should be given the work, he thought it was her job.
Later, he discovered that no one had asked her to do it.
Logically, whoever created the wood shavings should clean their own area.
Or, a few people should take turns cleaning the entire field each day.
Handing all the work to a girl who was busy from morning till night, never stopping, made him feel ashamed for every trainee.
"Are you going to argue with them again?" Noelle realized something and stopped.
Previously, Ryan, based on his fondness for Noelle from the game and his education and life before Transmigration, felt that things should be fair.
He suggested to the Instructor and trainees that everyone should help with the cleaning.
Unfortunately, the Instructor just smiled without speaking, and the other trainees secretly cursed Ryan for being nosy. Except for a few who cleaned their own spots, most went their own way, leaving directly after training ended at night.
A guy who needed individual tutoring, whose strength was weak, only his identity from another world could make people's eyes light up.
What right did he have to command them!
Everything was voluntary for Noelle, the all-purpose maid of the Knights of Favonius.
They certainly didn't force her!
After a tiring day, going home to rest was the top priority.
The suggestion came to nothing.
In the end, only Ryan helped Noelle clean the entire field, moving the intact wooden stakes to the wall, sweeping the wood shavings with a broom, and organizing the demonstration bandages, carpets, wooden boxes… everything.
The two worked quickly, able to clean for an hour until the moon rose.
"My dedication is a dedication of freedom; I don't feel wronged or inappropriate."
"I cherish every opportunity to serve others, to help others. This is my Dao as a Knight."
"It is also the meaning of my staying in the Knights of Favonius as a maid!"
"I am young, but now I am your Senior; I have been in the Knights of Favonius longer than you. Everything is what I should do."
"Ryan, thank you for your kindness!"
Noelle bowed and left.
Ryan looked at Noelle like that and could only smile bitterly.
Too stubborn.
Kind children walk the wrong path of a Knight, while lazy parasites become glorious heroes.
Mondstadt, a decaying atmosphere.
Under such circumstances, the gentle and kind Noelle would only forever remain a maid, not the Knight in her heart.
In the afternoon, while carving wood, Ryan paid a little attention, using his peripheral Vision to observe the Claymore Training Field.
The wooden boxes, separated into two areas, were only half a person tall, making it easy to see over them.
As he watched longer, his gaze grew colder.
Earlier, he had heard that on the Claymore side, they completely treated Noelle as a maid.
They believed that since she had a Vision and training there had no effect on her, if she was willing to work, she might as well help with various chores.
The Sword side had a stern Instructor, and Noelle wasn't with them either, so the trainees here could only enviously watch the various services provided on the other side.
With a casual command from a trainee, Noelle would appear, helping to replace old wooden stakes with new ones, arranging formations, and sweeping away slippery wood shavings.
Thirsty? Black tea was immediately delivered!
Sweating? A towel was immediately handed over!
Truly, it was too enjoyable!
Noelle's figure was everywhere on the field, but never in the resting area.
Ryan initially didn't believe it, but he witnessed the excessive actions of the Claymore Training Field trainees with his own eyes.
His speed at cutting wood even quickened a bit.
He couldn't help but ask himself, where did this emotion come from?
Jealousy? Being a busybody?
Or, self-pity?
Annoyed, he stopped training and walked towards his Instructor, cupping his hands and asking, "Instructor, there is something I don't understand!"