Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !

"Don't worry, you won't die here. I have other uses for you."

The bald knight looked fearfully at Maxime, wondering exactly what would become of him.

But control of his own body escaped him and he fainted, his head making a thud as it collided with the ground.

Maxime wasn't worried that he might die, a knight's vitality was extremely strong.

He could last at least another 30 minutes before dying of his wounds.

Maxime, though covered in blood, immediately turned to Aveline.

"Too bad if we can't capture you, we must prevent your marriage at all costs."

"I'm sure the duke will understand me," murmured Aveline's adversary, while she herself firmly bit her lips trying to find a solution.

She really was about to die. The knight with the eye patch had already placed her blade in a position ready to deliver the coup de grâce.

"Aveline, duck!" cried Maxime.

Without hesitation, Aveline threw herself to the ground, and Maxime intervened in a flash. His sword met Aveline's in an explosion of sparks. The force of the impact sent her opponent reeling back, who looked at him with surprise and frustration.

She glanced to her right, and saw her colleague and friend on the ground, in a pool of blood.

"How could you beat Langus?" she said with surprise and fear.

Langus was a knight in the petit succès stage, the same stage as Perceval, but his sense of combat and techniques were far more developed than Perceval's.

Even if 3 Percevals fought him, they wouldn't be able to defeat Langus.

That was how strong the bald knight was at the same stage.

After all, Perceval wasn't considered weak at the same stage, he was still a genius.

Rather, it was Maxime who was too strong.

"Don't worry, it'll soon be your turn." Maxime commented, his icy eyes planted in those of the knight.

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If he hadn't intervened in time, Count Ardan's daughter would have died before his very eyes.

If that had really happened, then his reputation in the kingdom would have been greatly enhanced, but on the negative side.

His future would then have been considerably impacted.

So, Maxime looked at the woman in front of him with eyes that were more than cold.

The fight resumed with renewed intensity. Maxime was now alone against the knight, but his energy seemed boundless.

Aveline was too wounded to intervene, and for her own safety it was best to keep her distance.

Fortunately, she didn't act rashly, and wisely stayed away from the main battlefield.

She glanced at the mercenaries nearby, and saw that the fight was coming to an end in the mercenaries' favor.

"They really are a mercenary group full of monsters." she thought in amazement.

For his part, Maxime struck with implacable precision, each blow pushing his opponent further back.

The knight with the eye patch had reached the stage where her body could no longer withstand the influx of power from the vital seed.

Instead of growing stronger, she was growing weaker.

So much so, in fact, that she had become weaker than her initial state.

These were the short-term consequences of activating this technique.

What followed could easily be guessed.

The female knight was much weaker than Langus and, combined with the weakness attacking her, Maxime managed to overpower her in a very short space of time, tackling her to the ground without her being able to make the slightest movement.

Aveline watched in amazement as a mercenary, his knee pressed against a knight's back.

In this kingdom, no one could have imagined that a non-noble individual could be so strong.

This scene, if told, even civilians wouldn't believe it.

Yet it was happening before our very eyes.

The woman on the ground raised her head in defiance. She grimaced, a trickle of blood running from the corner of her lips.

"Why don't you kill me?" she demanded furiously.

"Because I've got questions to ask you." Maxime replied naturally, without too much emotion.

"If you think I'm going to talk, you're sadly mistaken, mercenary."

Naturally, being trained by the Duke, the knight wasn't going to spill the beans so easily.

And Maxime expected as much.

"Don't worry, I have my own methods."

"Maybe you think dying in silence is a heroic act, but think again."

"Who gave you those orders, and how did they plan our route? You can talk now and retain some dignity, or wait until I lose my patience."

Simultaneously, the mercenaries in the vicinity also began to ask questions of the survivors in order to gain information.

A heavy silence settled in.

The woman clenched her teeth and looked away.

Maxime sighed and stood up.

"It's not a question of loyalty, knight. If you cooperate, you can probably live a better life."

Knight's eyes flashed with confusion.

"In what world do you let a hostage live?"

"Don't take me for a fool."

But Maxime only smiled in response.

"In a world where we can control those weaker than ourselves."

Maxime switched once again to a serious voice while pressing his knee firmly against the signet ring's back.

"How did you manage to guess our route?"

She spat blood in front as she replied:

"As if I'd tell you, you mercenary wretch."

Maxime watched the signet ring intently. Despite the wounds streaking her body and the blood slowly trickling from her wounds, she remained stubbornly silent.

Neither threat nor promise seemed to reach her. Her jaw remained firmly clenched, and her eyes, though filled with pain, reflected an unshakeable resolve.

"Then there's only this method left."

At this point Maxime was a little excited.

He was finally going to be able to test the effect of his new talent.

As if this power came naturally to him, he knew how to use it.

He closed his eyes and let the warmth seep into them.

When he opened them again, his pupils glowed golden. A strange energy filled the air, vibrating like an invisible rope stretched between him and the signet ring.

The signet ring frowned, a gleam of concern passing through her eyes for the first time.

Maxime held out his right hand. Suddenly, glittering words appeared in the air, traced by an ethereal light. They floated between them, an ancient language that only Maxime seemed to understand.

Some of the mercenaries who had approached the scene after clearing the battlefield stepped back slightly, confused by the supernatural scene.

"What are you... what are you doing?" stammered the knight, her voice hoarse for the first time.

Maxime didn't answer immediately. He silently read the words in the light, his lips barely moving. Finally, he spoke, his voice deeper, with a strange echo.@@novelbin@@

"I, Maxime, wish to enter into a contract with the designated person."