Chapter 30 (1/2)

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Half an hour later, the six rascals left in tears with swollen faces and bruises all over their bodies. They couldn’t have looked more miserable.

“Quest accomplished. EXP +137, reputation in Red Mountain Town +10.”

“You have reached Level 3. Your attributes have increased.”

Reading the notification, Roland felt extremely comfortable, as if he just had an elixir. The happiest thing in life was to release pressure while getting copious returns.

Betta said, “I’m Level 2 now. I thought I had to slay the giant spiders for a few more weeks, but they came and offered experience to us. If they come a few more times, I think we can reach Level 5 soon.”

He was too greedy. Roland smiled and said, “Half of the town saw us beating them up. Although they were glad to see that, they would inevitably feel that we’re violent. If we do it a few more times, chances are that we will turn from dragonslayers to dragons.”

Betta thought for a moment and agreed with him. “That does make sense.”

Then, they noticed that the children were staring at them with admiration.

The rascals were so blatant in Red Mountain Town because they were related to the mayor.

Most villagers dared not p.i.s.s them off. Had it not been for Falken, they would’ve been even more lawless. But since Falken was growing older and older, those people were bossier than before.

After the lesson taught today, they would probably lay low for a while.

Most of the children were from poor families who had witnessed the doings of the bullies. Their personalities might be affected by their fear.

The adults dared not do anything to the six rascals. Naturally, their children were also terrified of them. However, Roland and Betta showed them that there might be another solution besides fear and tolerance.

Children were all great imitators. It was in their nature to follow what their idols did.

Now, the children were more and more fond of hanging out next to the lake. Most of them studied basic sword arts under Betta.

Some hoped to learn magic from Roland… Alas, although Roland tried to direct them, n.o.body could sense the magic elements.

In the end, all the children studied military sword arts under Betta.

Roland was glad that his work was saved. He focused on Language Proficiency, the level-two spell.

The dense magic nodes were breathtaking. Since Betta could use Language Proficiency, Roland asked for his input.

However, Betta simply opened his hands and said, “Dragon-Bred Warlocks do not need any experience. We only need to recite the names of the skills to use them. So, there’s nothing I can teach you.”

Eventually, Roland decided he had to count on himself.

Days pa.s.sed. Roland spent the day in the boxing club and the night in the game every day.

Now that his life was much more routine, he was a lot healthier than before. However, he had a strange feeling of shortness of breath in reality.

It was not a physical feeling, but a mental one.

He always felt that something was missing in the air.

However, the feeling was not strong or constant, so he was not bothered. He thought that it was because the air quality in reality was worse than that in the game.

Half a month pa.s.sed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Roland and Betta had each hunted more than sixty giant spiders, but there were still a lot more in the woods.