For most ordinary people, a Knight is a Noble.

Although in Marvin's lessons, they had already understood the divisions of Nobility.

They knew that Noble ranks only consisted of five grades: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron.

Knight was merely a Noble title, not true Nobility.

But as ordinary people, the concept they had been instilled with since childhood was still very difficult to change.

The notion of 'Knight is Noble' had become their ingrained common sense.

So upon hearing that they still had a chance to become Nobles, those graduates who were initially a bit uneasy became excited again.

"Nobles" were objects of both hatred and fear for all ordinary people in Kara City, but at the same time, they were also objects of immense jealousy and envy.

Everyone yearned to become a Noble, but their birth limited this possibility.

It destined most of them to remain at the bottom their entire lives, desperately obtaining only a few "pities" left behind by Nobles.

So, facing the opportunity the Instructor spoke of, few ordinary people could remain calm.

Even Ben, whom Liens had always considered relatively rational, seemed unable to escape this temptation.

Liens looked back at the excited expression on Ben's face and mirrored it, but sighed inwardly.

Perhaps... one day, he would lose this friend.

The Instructor clearly understood the excitement of these people, so he deliberately gave them some time before speaking again.

"Alright, quiet down... You have completed your graduation, and next, these people behind me will take you by carriage to leave the Training Camp and return to Kara City."

"You will go to the Glenbagen Family's station in Kara City, where you will receive your new jobs and begin your new lives."

"Depart, my students!"

The Instructor said loudly, his voice filled with fervor.

"Yes, Instructor."

Liens and the others saluted the Instructor and responded loudly.

Evidently, the Instructor's speech had completely ignited the passion of Liens and his fellow "graduates," awakening their enthusiasm for the future.

Afterward, as long as the Glenbagen Family didn't treat them too poorly, their sense of identification with the Glenbagen Family would likely not be low.

Even if they knew the Glenbagen Family casually controlled their lives and deaths, their beautiful yearning for the future made them no longer care about such matters.

Everyone felt that as long as they worked hard, they could absolutely become Nobles, and even if they couldn't, wealth and glory awaited them.

With the "ceremony" complete, the Instructor began arranging for the guards behind him to lead Liens and the others towards where the carriages were parked.

Before leaving, Liens took one last look at the Instructor.

He hadn't expected that the taciturn Instructor, who preferred action over words, would possess such oratorical skills.

A few sentences, first painting a picture, then threatening and warning, and then giving a grand goal... truly brilliant.

However, to achieve such an effect, it might not have solely relied on the Instructor's speech.

The deceased Marvin should have also contributed significantly.

Liens remembered that in Marvin's lessons, there was a lot of content introducing the Glenbagen Family, and also many beautiful stories about families working for Nobles.

In terms of brainwashing, if he were a member of the Glenbagen Family, he would definitely give a big thumbs up to both of their efforts.

...

The carriages were located next to the Training Camp's main gate.

And at this moment, the main gate was fully open, and the carriages were ready to depart, seemingly poised to leave immediately once Liens and the others boarded.

Looking at the open gate, Liens remembered that night, the barrier that many people together couldn't break through.

That scene, how despairing it was.

Hope was clearly right in front of them, but just like its other name, "Light of Hope."

Light cannot be grasped by hand, and hope is the same...

They could only slash with their longswords again and again, falling into disappointment repeatedly, until the Instructor appeared and they completely despaired.

Although they failed, in Liens's heart, they were not failures...

They were rebels!

Just like Wooly, rebelling against the injustice this world and this country imposed on them.

And now, fate was mocking their rebellion once again...

The fully open gate was like a slap across time and space, truly hitting them in the face.

"Heh heh..."

Liens couldn't help but laugh, as he recalled a humorous analogy.

Were they, currently lining up to board the carriages, not like livestock just let out of their pens, orderly boarding vehicles bound for the slaughterhouse?

So, was Wooly's choice really wrong?

Because even if they lived until now, just like the "graduates" at this moment, boarding carriages adorned with "beautiful futures." Thi$s# c!hapt%er's+ t&ru.e# sour+c.e is My Vir.tua-l L#i$b%r^a&r-y E#mpire- (&*)@.%

The ultimate outcome would still be to be slowly consumed by the Glenbagen Family, merely dying a bit later.

So, where is there any right or wrong choice...

The so-called wrong choice is merely someone blocking our path to success.

Liens saw that besides the carriages they were about to board, there was also a luxuriously decorated carriage at the gate.

Perhaps his knowledge was too shallow, but in Liens's opinion, "fine horses and carved carriages" was not an exaggeration to describe this carriage.

No matter how beautiful flowers are, without the foil of green leaves, it's hard for others to truly appreciate their beauty, but with a comparison, people can quickly distinguish between good and bad.

First, regarding the horses.

Whether it was their well-groomed manes or their tall and mighty physiques, they all showcased the excellent breed of the two horses pulling the carriage.

In contrast, the horses pulling Liens's carriage were three somewhat ordinary horses.

In terms of physique, they were clearly a grade lower than the others, not to mention their messy fur, which clearly hadn't been well-groomed by their owner.

And the difference in the carriages themselves was even greater.

The other carriage, whether it was the carved patterns or the inlaid crystals, immediately made one realize that the person riding in this carriage was either rich or noble.

And Liens and the others... sigh, let's not talk about it.

Liens suspected that this carriage was one of the ones that had brought them from the Slave Exchange before.

Perhaps they, like Liens and the other Trainees, hadn't left since that day they arrived here.

Just waiting to once again take on the duty of sending them away from here.

"Hmm, it's a closed loop."

Liens thought to himself.

Starting with the carriage, ending with the carriage.

He was also ready to embark on a new journey, to continue pursuing his freedom in a new place, just to live better.

...

"Clip-clop... rumble..."

The carriage drove away from the Training Camp, the sound of multiple horse hooves hitting the ground and the wheels rolling, echoing together in the quiet jungle.

The urgent wind stirred up dust along the way, rustling the bushes on both sides.

After the carriage left the Training Camp, everyone shed the solemn expressions they had maintained in front of the Instructor and instead began passionate conversations.

Many people still hadn't calmed their inner excitement regarding the Instructor's speech.

They eagerly wanted to share their joy with others and, at the same time, gain a sense of affirmation from them.

So, in the small space within the carriage, 17 people sat in groups of two or three, starting self-talk or actively responding to others' words.

A joyful atmosphere filled the air, and continuous laughter resounded inside the carriage.

"Is there a need to be this excited?"

Looking at the cheerful atmosphere, Liens frowned slightly; he disliked lively scenes, both in his previous life and this one.

"Chatting is not as interesting as practicing swordsmanship; nothing is more exciting than slaughter and death."

Liens muttered in his heart; he still thought it was better to practice swordsmanship in a Instance .

Just right... seeing that "luxury carriage" at the gate earlier, he remembered the Glenbagen Family members he had almost forgotten.

Only they and the Instructor could probably ride such a carriage in the entire Training Camp.

Perhaps the deceased Marvin also had the right to ride such a "luxury carriage."

But now, Marvin only had the possibility of riding a hell carriage, if "hell" truly existed in this world.

Since the Instructor only arranged for guards to take them by carriage, it indicated that he himself probably had no intention of leaving the Training Camp for now.

So it was probably those Glenbagen Family members who would lead them to the Glenbagen Family.

Earlier on the platform, he had thought about making those "spectator elders" pay a "fee" for watching the show; now was a good time to collect it.

He acted on the thought.

Liens secretly poked Ben, who was sitting next to him, with his finger, making him focus back on him.

Ben, who was chatting with others, felt Liens's poke and turned his head to look at him with some confusion.

Ben didn't speak directly, but his confused and slightly serious expression already conveyed his unspoken question.

'Is something wrong?'

Ben thought Liens must have encountered some problem to alert him in this manner.

"Sorry, Ben... for disturbing your fun of chatting with others. I'd like to ask you to look after my body after I fall asleep."

Liens said with some apology.

He knew Ben liked this atmosphere very much because he always enjoyed chatting.

He still felt a little bad about disturbing his friend's fun, but he wouldn't give up the idea of entering the Instance because of it.

"Are you sure you want to sleep in this environment... Can you even fall asleep?"

Upon hearing this, Ben's gaze towards Liens became a little strange.

He even pointed to his ear, wondering if Liens had a hearing problem.

To be able to sleep in such a noisy environment, how thick-skinned must one be?

"Perhaps I bled too much during the assessment, which is why I'm feeling a bit sleepy now and want to rest."

Liens pointed to his two not-yet-fully-healed wounds and made up an excuse for Ben.

"Is that the problem? Then get some good rest... And as before, don't let anyone touch you, right?"

Ben nodded and agreed to Liens's request.

Just as Liens never asked Ben why he became a Slave.

Ben also never asked Liens why he specifically instructed not to let anyone touch him while he was sleeping.

"Yes, that's it. I'm going to sleep now. If you get tired of chatting, you can also rest a bit."

"It's a long journey, and we don't know what work the Family will arrange for us. It's better to rest more and be prepared."

Liens suggested to Ben.

After speaking, he curled his body into the corner of the carriage, a spot he had chosen when he got on.

He had decided from the beginning to use the travel time to enter the Instance and practice swordsmanship.

Earlier, in the "waiting area," he had been holding it in for long enough; at that time, he even had the thought of killing to vent.

Ben watched Liens's body curled in the corner and, noticing his breathing begin to inhale and exhale regularly, realized he had fallen asleep.

Ben shifted his body slightly, letting his tall frame block Liens's figure, to prevent others in the carriage from accidentally waking Liens from his sleep.

"Liens fell asleep already?"

"To be able to sleep in such an environment... It really is 'Sleeping Liens.'"

Harriman showed a surprised expression.

Harriman, sitting nearby, had already noticed the commotion from Liens's side, but he didn't interrupt Liens and Ben's low-voiced conversation.

This showed that he still had some emotional intelligence.

He knew not to disturb others when they were busy.

Doing so, no matter how bright your smile, would only leave a bad impression on others.

And Harriman had always wanted to "conquer" Ben and Liens, making them his subordinates, so he naturally wouldn't do anything that would lower their good impression of him.

"Liens is a bit tired, so he's resting."

"Ultimately, he's just a youth; everyone here is at least 5 or 6 years older than him.

"To survive the Training Camp's training at such an age... and considering his extremely frail physical condition when he first arrived..."

"Liens is truly amazing. He deserves everyone's respect."

"I know what you're thinking, but if you truly want to be friends with us, please give up that idea of 'subordination.'"

"Only equality is the foundation of friendship."

Saying this, Ben revealed a serious expression.

Although Liens chose to be reclusive, Ben still hoped he could have more friends.

Humans are, after all, social creatures; without interpersonal relationships, it is difficult to survive in a complex society.