Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Eventually, Roland managed to eat an uncomfortable lunch with a knife and a fork. Although he appreciated the villagers’ gift, frankly speaking, the food did not taste very good. It was either overcooked or made with the wrong ingredients.

Fried fish with mushrooms and steamed pheasant with tomatoes… Roland would’ve flipped the table if this was served in a real restaurant, but since he was in a game, he had to deal with it.

Besides, the knife and the fork were made of wood. Their bluntness made it more difficult for Roland to enjoy the food. Actually, only magnates and n.o.bles could afford iron knives and forks in this game.

Even the plates were made of wood. It was not hard to imagine the poor life of the civilians in this world. The families of the three kids must’ve done their best to provide such an abundant meal for Roland.

After lunch, the weakness debuff on Roland disappeared. Roland felt agile and energetic again.

It was a strange feeling. When he was weak, everything seemed to be covered in a veil, but when the state of weakness was over, not only was the veil gone, but everything was also much brighter, as if a spotlight shone on the world.

His mood was much better now that he was more comfortable. Roland observed the cottage that belonged to him now with great interest. The house had a coverage of about thirty square meters. Except for the supporting pillars which were made of wood, the whole house was made up of dry gra.s.ses. Even the floor had been piled with gra.s.ses.

The dry gra.s.ses were gold and still had the smell of sunlight. Such a house would’ve been highly attractive to tourists in reality, but here, it was just a common cottage.

The cabinet and the bed were simple. They were made of several planks and carried the unique smell of wooden products.

Roland was grateful to the villagers. It would’ve taken him more than a day to build such a cottage, but the villagers had accomplished the task in only slightly more than an hour.

Now that he had a place to crash, Roland was not in a hurry to go to the city anymore. He decided to stay here and find a job to feed himself first. He wouldn’t go elsewhere until he familiarized himself with the three spells.

Otherwise, he would be killed should he encounter a monster like a giant spider.

Roland rested for a while on the bed. Then, he walked to the back of the church, ready to practice spells.

He summoned Magic Book from the system and looked at the three built-in spells of his character.

Inferior Fireball (level-one spell)

Hand of Magic (level-one spell)

Language Proficiency (level-two spell)

Taking a deep breath, Roland began to activate Inferior Fireball. Same as when he used Language Proficiency, a weird circle with a lot of blue nodes popped up in his head. The starting node, which was bigger than the others, darted out a red line to another blue node.

Just like the first time, the red line broke off after shaking for a while, except that the consequence was much milder and Roland’s head did not explode this time. He was still as alive as could be, albeit with a minor headache.