Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 211

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The caravan advanced at a steady pace, raising clouds of dust that shimmered golden under the mid-morning sun. The wheels creaked rhythmically against the packed earth, providing a constant backdrop to the conversations within.

Students had naturally distributed themselves among the different vehicles, grouping according to affinities and alliances.

In one of the carriages, Klein Goldcrest observed with a somber expression. The landscape passed before his eyes without him really seeing it, his mind trapped in a cycle of frustration and resentment that tightened his jaw and furrowed his brow.

"Still thinking about your brother?" Astor asked in a low voice, seated across from him.

Klein barely deigned to respond with a grunt. His lion briefly manifested in his hair and mouth, reflecting his internal agitation.

"You shouldn’t worry so much," Feng intervened, adjusting his posture on the uncomfortable seat. "I’m sure that Harold will eventually turn up."

"It’s not just that," Klein finally spoke, his voice tense. "It’s... everything."

His gaze instinctively turned toward one of the forward carriages, where laughter and animated conversations could be heard even at a distance, the sound carried on the breeze like a taunt.

"The fungus kid?" Astor correctly guessed, following Klein’s gaze.

"Did you see what he was carrying?" Klein spat with disdain. "Weapons! Like any peasant! In a prestigious school where we’re supposed to cultivate powerful beasts, and he shows up with a bow and spear as if we were in some poor plebeian’s school."

Jin, seated nearby with Cass and Kai, nodded vehemently. "It’s ridiculous. And everyone acts like he’s some kind of genius... Though I suppose it’s logical he needs those things with such a miserable beast."

"Well," Astor commented cautiously, "his methods may be... unconventional, but his results are undeniable."

The look Klein shot him could have melted metal. "Now you too?"

"I’m just pointing out facts," Astor defended himself, raising his hands slightly. "I didn’t say I liked him."

"The problem isn’t him," Feng intervened. "The problem is that we aren’t progressing as quickly as we should."

Klein couldn’t deny it, though it pained him to admit it. He was close to reaching Bronze rank, yes, but the pace was too slow for Goldcrest standards. Especially with Kassian breathing down his neck, waiting for any mistake to remind him of his inadequacy. Find your next read at freewebnovel

"At least Astor has already evolved... That’s something."

Jin, Kai, and Cass exchanged uncomfortable glances. None of the three had advanced significantly in their cultivation in the last few days. Not since...

"I still think we should try it," Cass murmured, her fingers nervously braiding a loose thread from her sleeve.

"Try what?" Jin asked, though by Kai’s expression, he already suspected the answer.

"Move up to Bronze," Cass responded, confirming his suspicions. "Even though the fungus said we were cultivating wrong, are we going to listen to him?"

"No, he’s definitely just jealous of our beasts!" Jin snapped, though his tone betrayed his insecurity. "He’s just trying to confuse us."

"If you’re not going to listen to him... Then explain why you’ve paused your tiger’s cultivation for days," Feng challenged. "You’re suffering here because of a commoner’s words... Meanwhile, look at them."

They all looked toward the forward carriage, where a new wave of laughter resonated. It was as if they were on a completely different journey.

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"...and then my father said it was the first time he’d seen anyone use a turtle shell as an improvised dress!" Min concluded his story, prompting another round of laughter that echoed against the carriage walls.