This should be the last part of Atem's training before he becomes tested by Pegasus. There's also the stuff with Ishizu, but it's not something really major. Like Atem doesn't get any training from Ishizu. You'll see what happens with her character. Review please!

Atem's last trainer was Sir Lawrence the Master Mason. He was required to pack, since this last training required continually moving from one place to the next. After Atem surpassed Sir Lawrence, he was to stay at the house of Lord Crawford and his wife Lady Margaret. Atem was greatly surprised that they would let him stay at their house, seeing that he was an enemy of their son Henry Tudor. Even if Lord Crawford was kinda on Atem's side, who was to say that his wife was different?

Atem began his packing with Sabrina's help as Rosencruz and Michael stepped into the room. Atem sat on the bed as Rosencruz handed out a long sword inside a sword cover. Atem looked at the sword.

"You will need this. Lord Crawford says you will need this for him to test you. His lord and majesty King Richard will send some knights to pick you up from that place. Lord Crawford is not to be trusted. They know that you're an enemy to their son," Rosencruz said.

"Then, why are you letting me go over to their place?" Atem asked With furrowed eyebrows.

"Because Lady Margaret has the red rose seal," Rosencruz replied as Atem's eyes widened. "That's why you are not to trust them. Lord Crawford may or may not be siding with us, but his wife is your enemy. Don't forget that."

"I suppose, if I had some important seals, I'd have Mom keep one," Atem said, smiling to himself.

"Once you leave Sir Lawrence, you will fall into dangerous territory."

"I'll remember that," Atem promised before Rosencruz left.

"I want to wish you luck," Michael said, showing a childish smile, then hugging Atem tightly. "I will never forget you."

"I won't either. In fact, I never will," Atem promised, showing a wink as Michael showed a smirk in reply.

"Co'mon Michael. Let's let Atem finish his packing," Rosencruz instructed.

"Coming!" Michael replied, running to his brother.

"It seems like that will be all," Atem said, picking up his pack and swinging it over his back.

"I also packed in some food and previsions you will need for your journey," Sabrina added.

"Thank you and... thanks for everything."

"You are welcome and thank you too. I am sorry I cannot see you again after today."

"Same here. I know in time, you will find your man."

"I know... I just wish it was you."

"It will be in another time... that I can promise you," Atem promised as Sabrina smiled, then placed a kiss on his lips. Atem hugged Sabrina in return before walking out the door, then waving goodbye. Even though Sabrina knew Atem was never in love with her, she still wanted to still show her love and care to the man, who would be leaving to his own time line. He was such a nice gentleman.

Atem walked to the buggy where Sir Lawrence kept his supplies to build castles and other buildings. He saw Sir Lawrence arrive as Atem sighed, then waited for his trainer to be close enough.

"Please tell me that you won't try to rhyme with every line you say," Atem said, sighing and hoping that Sir Lawrence wasn't anything like the Paradox Brothers.

"What makes you say that, young pupil?" Sir Lawrence asked with a British accent.

"Nevermind. Let's just get going."

"If you wish."

Atem placed his pack into the back of the buggy before sitting at the front, Sir Lawrence driving it. The ride, at first, seemed fun with Atem riding on a little small waggon with two horses pulling it. After about an hour or two, Atem began growing bored from the trip. It made a road trip in Atem's timeline seem much more fun. The ride seemed to be growing slower as time passed. Sir Lawrence would switch with Atem on driving the buggy, which did make the boredom go away.

Sir Lawrence and Atem traveled to cities to build churches, castles for the rich, or other important buildings. There was mapping the architecture of the building and rooms. What surprised Atem the most was that building castles also required constructing secret passages, just in case thieves were to come in and the master and his family would need a faster route to escape to. Atem had to admit that was a cleaver idea.

Atem began realizing that his treatment by Sir Lawrence was the least harsh he had to face. He guessed it was probably because they were often in public instead of a closed room or something. He wasn't sure. Though, the training was still harder, because Atem did have to buy and cook his own food, including sleeping inside the buggy at the cold nights with only blankets to keep him warm. Luckily, he was given money for his hard work with Sir Lawrence.

Working as a manson, Atem mostly watched Sir Lawrence map out a building, then he would assist on whatever job needed to be done. It did require what he learned in carpentry with Sir Weevil. He also had to shape the stones into blocks, so they'd be able to fit together into a strong and steady wall. Using bricks was generally easier, but harder to make. It felt even longer when Atem had to keep on building the project, since it took days to complete. On the positive side, it wasn't as hard as mining.

Atem, being curious-minded, turned around to where Sir Lawrence was scaling the width of a wall inside the church they were building. Atem was turning the crank that poured lime mortar, used to glue the stones together.

"Sir Lawrence. The other trainers usually would push me, hit me, or throw stuff at me when I did something wrong. Why don't you do that?" Atem asked.

"If you make one mistake, you will most likely learn from the unsteady wall collapsing on top of you, if not being held responsible for the murder of the workers here with your negligence," Sir Lawrence replied in a seemingly nice voice. Atem's eyes widened, and nodded.

"Got it."

"Many mansons have died building or creating castles from time to time. This is not a common thing. Being a mansion is a life-risking job. If you learn and pay attention, you will live longer and proceed."

Atem nodded and continued turning the crank. He already knew that he could kill alot of people, if he wasn't careful when constructing the church or any building, but never thought that that was the reasons why Sir Lawrence never bothered to harass him. This gave Atem some room to think better and be able to learn faster and easier. He honestly was glad about that.

Atem would work at different jobs. He would rather turn the crank, construct the walls of the castle, or measure it. Because rulers or measurements weren't invented back in the dark ages, Atem measured buildings using his arms and hands, using the measurements: cubits or spams. Sometimes Atem had to measure using his feet, but mostly his arm for cubit measurements. At least this was easy math. Surprisingly, the hardest part wasn't keeping count, but recording it in his mind when measuring the wall's height and width.

Sir Lawrence also was right about the amount of mansons that die during construction. Atem witnessed at least 15 people injured or dead during construction by high fall, collapsing roof, or some part of their bodies being stuck in the crank or collapsing roof/wall. Atem would be continually paying attention the more deaths or injuries from the other workers he'd witnessed.

At one point, Atem shaped the stones to help construct a castle. He was located at one of the secret passages of it on the floor with all the other workers working together to build this castle. He'd take one stone, use a sharp chisel to shape it into a block. He had, so far, made over 100 stone blocks and was still going at it. One stone to the other, Atem kept shaping it to a block stone.

Suddenly, he heard some rocks from above him and knew right away to get out of the way. He jumped to his feet and began running from the area where he was standing at, including everyone else, before a chunk of rocks came crashing down at Atem's original area. A hand appeared under the clunk of rocks as Atem ran right for the pile. He removed one clunk at a time, including the other workers. There laid one of the construction workers, who seemed dead from everyone's eyes. Atem reached to feel his impulse.

"He's still alive. He needs to see a doctor," Atem said as one of the workers took the passed out worker and carried him from the rubble to a doctor.

Everyone worked together to clean up the rubble and fix whatever came down from construction. Some of the stones Atem shaped were ruined, but a good portion of them were fine. The good news was that everyone else, except one, was fine. Atem hoped that the injured man would turn out okay. He'd hate if anything happened to the guy.