Through the repaired teleportation array, Rody was teleported from the Great Frey to Anger, and finally to Norn, one of the four great empires.

Norn, a conquest-oriented powerhouse known for its heavy knights and strict military discipline, is slightly less powerful than the strongest in the world, Mile, and comparable to the other two empires, Gale and Camaron, collectively known as the four great empires. In terms of territory alone, it is several times larger than the Great Frey, which is itself several times larger than Phelic, and Phelic is several times smaller than Rody's homeland, Mesdustania.

Due to its vast territory, abundant grasslands and forests, few mountains and hills, and the presence of fast herbivorous magical beasts, Norn has become a powerful empire of knights.

Among the four empires, Norn's army is the largest, especially its steel-armored heavy cavalry, which is considered the best in the world.

Rody thought he would soon see chubby Tommy and the others, but Norn's guides, upon learning he was a student from Phelic, scrutinized him and, after asking about his profession, arranged for him to go to the Ironblood Knight Academy. It was only after arriving at the Ironblood Knight Academy that Rody found out that Silver-haired Aaron, chubby Tommy, and the others were not in the same place.

Being an empire, Norn boasts five knight academies and one magic academy.

Chubby Tommy and the thief Terry went to the Iron Fist Knight Academy in the west district, Leo and Benson to the Iron Sword Knight Academy, silver-haired Aaron and Andrew, who escaped death in the witch's cottage, to the only Holy Blessing Magic Academy, and the Colin brothers to the Iron Cross Knight Academy. The senior students were all concentrated in the Iron Hoof Knight Academy and were all sent to the front lines for military training.

At the entrance of the Ironblood Knight Academy, there were elite students from various countries lining up to enroll, some chatting and laughing, some silent and preoccupied.

When Rody arrived, the magicians and knights at the reception frowned and took his introduction letter.

"My fellow student, forgive my bluntness, but are you really an elite student from Phelic?" A high-ranking magician with a five-star insignia pointed at Rody's one-star novice magic apprentice robe and questioned, "Doesn't Phelic have anyone else to enroll? Why send a novice magic apprentice who can't even cast a small fireball? What do they think this place is? A warehouse or a waste disposal site? We are looking for elites! Only the most outstanding talents of a country are qualified to receive training here!"

"Hahaha, a magician has come, and he's a magic apprentice who can't cast spells! Let's cheer!" Someone laughed wildly.

"So this is Phelic's elite? Quite impressive, I've got to know this powerful country now!" Another person mocked.

"Maybe he has some special strengths, like his looks!" This was the jealousy of some ugly man.

"Why don't you guess he's particularly endowed in his trousers?" A sleazy person thought further, as a guy who liked men drooled while looking at Rody, sizing him up and down: "I like such men, with skin so white and tender, and such a handsome face. If he knows a bit about romance, that would be perfect!"

"Damn it, you disgusting pervert, go die somewhere else, let me throw up first!" A burly man nearby, looking like a brute, couldn't stand such talk and flew into a rage.

"Could he be a woman in disguise?" Someone else speculated.

"Student, I'd like to hear your answer." The five-star magician saw Rody, not angry but smiling, and felt annoyed.

"I am an elite, that's my answer," Rody replied calmly with a smile.

"Student, after answering any question from our training personnel, you must add an honorific for the officer. If you are asking a question, add the officer honorific before it. Do you understand?" A knight banged the table authoritatively and said, "Now answer me!"

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"Understood, officer," Rody replied, still unflustered.

"Louder! Stand at attention and maintain the posture of a warrior when answering!" The mustached knight was still not ready to let Rody off and barked: "No smiling when you answer!"

"Yes, officer," Rody responded loudly, then added, "Officer, I have a question."

"Speak," the mustached knight commanded.

"I live in a remote countryside, just started at the magic academy, have never participated in military training, haven't even seen an army, and never learned the 'warrior's posture' you mentioned. I don’t know how to stand properly. Please demonstrate, officer!" Rody said slowly, looking at the mustached knight.

"Watch carefully! Every time you speak to a training officer, maintain this posture!" The mustached knight gave Rody a cold look, suddenly stood up with a snap, maintaining a straight military posture, and grunted: "Did you see clearly? If you did, do it now and then answer me!" Rody, unflinching, also snapped to a military stance, not quite perfect, but confidently said: "I saw clearly, officer."

"You may go and receive your military supplies," the mustached knight said. "According to your status, you should go to the magic logistics department, but since you are a one-star novice magic apprentice and show potential as a warrior, I specifically permit you to join my Ironblood Cavalry for military training."

"Look, offend the instructor, and you’re sure to suffer!" someone whispered.

"He’s done for. The Ironblood Cavalry Camp is full of ruthless people; this bean sprout going there is like sending himself to death..." someone scoffed: "Soon we'll see his corpse being collected."

"Instructor, I also don’t know the military posture, could you demonstrate it again?" a daredevil asked cheekily.

"Drag this fool out and beat him, then make him stand in the military posture for two hours without moving. If he dares to move, chop him up and throw him into the corpse pit to feed the worms!" The mustached knight seemed to be a junior officer. As soon as he spoke, two knights immediately pounced, and although the student tried to run, he was quickly subdued. To the schadenfreude of onlookers, he was brutally beaten by the two knights, screaming in agony.

Rody watched; the two knights beating the student were both five-star warriors. He couldn't help but smile slightly, finding this Ironblood Knight Academy quite interesting.

The group of elite students behind him watched the beating with varied expressions, but now nobody dared to provoke trouble.

After this episode, the students, lined up in three rows, smoothly completed the initial registration procedures. Even men who had been watching from afar gave up their observations and came forward to register, following the crowd into the academy. A few people seeing Rody ahead hurried up and said, "Wait a moment, fellow student, let’s get to know each other!"

"I have no interest in androgynous people; my sexual orientation is quite normal," Rody replied with a smile.

"What did you say?" One of them, a beautiful man with red lips, changed color.

"I spoke in human language, can't you understand?" Rody feigned surprise, shook his head in resignation, turned away, and said, "I thought he was a person, turns out not, my mistake, my mistake!"

"You're asking for death!" The beautiful man's face changed, and two sturdy men beside him immediately swung their fists at Rody's back.

Rody sidestepped, grabbed one man's arm, spun around, and executed a beautiful shoulder throw, slamming him hard onto the ground. The other man swung another punch, but Rody kicked out, hitting him right in the groin. The man's eyes bulged, his fist stopped right at Rody's nose, but he couldn't bring it down. Rody gently pushed, and the man fell flat on the ground.

Only then did the poor guy realize the pain, rolling wildly on the ground.

The onlookers gasped in shock.

Everyone felt a chill in their groin, thinking how ruthless this Phelic newcomer was, aiming straight for such a vulnerable spot. A kick there could cause death or at least severe injury.

The flamboyant beautiful man was also terrified, sweating profusely.

"Ah ha, I wondered who was so good at kicking. Turns out it's my dear little brother!" This voice came from behind Rody, making him flash a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. But when he turned and saw the imposing man in silver armor behind him, he quickly lowered his head and respectfully greeted, "Lotte, big brother."

"My little brother, ha, now an elite of Phelic, this really makes me, your second brother, so happy!" Lotte laughed heartily: "Haven't seen you in years, but your skill in kicking people in the groin has not only not regressed but improved. Truly worthy of the title 'Koro's Bird Hunter'! Everyone, look, do you know who this is? The genius of Koro, a once-in-a-century talent in magic! Ha ha, even the Pope was preparing to take him as an apprentice, to teach him the sacred light magic. If not for his blood defiling the gods, he would now be the youngest and most promising clergy on the continent!"

"Ah, Lotte, now that you mention it, I remember! Your brother! Right, the genius idiot of Koro! Is it him?" A handsome young knight beside Lotte clapped and laughed: "A one-star magic apprentice, ah, this is the most outstanding national elite representative I have ever seen! Representing which country? Not Mesdustania? Ah, Phelic, ha ha, it would be that place that would choose him as an elite representative!"

"Hahaha..." A group of followers burst into laughter.

"There's a spectacle to watch now, do you think these two brothers will fight?" someone excitedly prepared to bet with a companion.

"Beat him up, such a brother is better off without! Shouldn't a man retaliate when insulted?" someone else instigated, craving chaos: "Give those guys a kick, smash their balls!"

"Let anyone with guts say that out loud!" Lotte's guard roared, immediately silencing any response.

"Big brother, if there's nothing else, I’d like to go collect my military supplies," Rody said, suppressing the hatred in his heart, but maintaining a smile on his face: "How is father's health?"

"What are you talking about? Father?" Lotte feigned surprise: "Who is your father? Don't you know that my father has disowned you, the bastard? You traitor, do you still want to claim a father here? My god, I've never seen such a shameless person, daring to falsely claim a father!"

"In that case, Mr. Lotte, please allow me to excuse myself," Rody said, his heart bleeding with hatred, but his face still smiling.

"Call me General Lotte, don't you know how to address the most revered commander in the academy? Shall I teach you what military etiquette is? New recruit?" Lotte barked.

"No need, General," Rody replied coldly, standing at attention.

"Hahaha, Rody, I'm just joking with you. Although father doesn't acknowledge you, you're still my brother. Even though you are a bastard born of a female slave, unrelated to me by blood, after all, you once called me big brother, didn't you? If you need help, come find me anytime!" Lotte suddenly burst into laughter, patted Rody on the shoulder, and left with the crowd, all laughing heartily.