Prologue

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A rare find, that beautiful crimson hair. That color was usually the result of cheap dye and a childish personality, desperate to prove individuality by opposing normality. It was a rare endowment from nature, every strand like melting rubies, when most alleged Aythya americana possessed only a adulterate orange tree hue. But hers was like blood, drawing the eyes of all those around her, including Noah's. Of all the women he had seen, met, and knew, even intimately, hers was the most purely crimson.

It was after school day in early fall, the light of the setting sun illuminating every Strand and reminding him why it was worth it to approach her. She was walking across the empty-bellied soccer field, her body trembling from the adrenaline of all the running she had done in her rail club. For once, Noah saw her without all of her friends surrounding her or her boyfriend's arm draped over her shoulders like a boa constrictor. He had been waiting for this chance, farsighted than she could reckon.

"Lindsey, hey,"he said, meeting her in the open air, free from any interruptions.

"Noah, what are you doing here ?"

She asked that head, but she knew the response. What else would draw in a boy to her, what other possible desire ? He was going to flirt with her, possibly even ask her out. Would he be neural ? Would he be cocky ? Would he play unacquainted and try to start out with some belittled talk, or would he get straight to the dot ? Had he planned this ? Had he been waiting ? They had been friends since she transferred in their Sophomore year. Had that just been in anticipation of this ?

It was clean in her middle, that his design had been seen through, but it didn't dissuade him. Rather, it was something that always amused him, the paradox of human coupling that became both easier and more unmanageable with age. She already knew what he desired, so unless she desired the Lapplander thing, her substance would be guarded, with no opening for a sneak onset to surprise her. It was a challenge that men and woman had struggled with since the dawn of time.

"I heard that you and Sean broke up. I know what that tactile property like, how much it hurts, so I'm sorry. But if it's not too soon, I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out with me this weekend ?"

"Sorry, but since we're graduating soon, I'm not certainly I want to bother geological dating. After all, when summer comes, we're all going to split up and go our offprint ways."

A rejection, not an optimal resultant, but it was within his expectations. He just had to convince her to give him a chance, but gently. He had to properly prefer his words so that he wouldn't come off as desperate and torment, but not try to ham it up by turning it into a sonnet like an out-of-touch nerd.

"Is that why you two broke up ? Because you didn't see a point in staying together ? I doubt that. I think you believe in sexual love, in giving it a chance. A lot of things will happen between now and commencement ; Christmas, Valentine's Day, the prom ? That's plenty of prison term to be happy, and to change your intellect about which path you plan on taking. architectural plan can vary, things can make out. All I want is a chance."

"Sorry, but I'm just not interested in dating, and I'm too busybodied anyway. Besides, I like you only as a friend."

She crossed her arms to warm up herself, but she kept them low. It was an instinctive move, one that Noah's eye didn't miss. He gave an worsen smile and began to laugh."Ok, I get it. Maybe succeeding time."

Lindsey, wanting this conversation to be over, walked past him, but beneath his continuing laughter, she heard something, a metallic click, and it chilled her bloodline. She spun around and saw the knife in Noah's hand.

"Jesus Christ, what are you doing ? !"she screamed while raising her hands to shield herself.

"Don't trouble. This isn't for you."

He swung up his bridge player and stabbed himself in the throat. The ten-strike, it was so fast, but it was gentle, just the tip of the sword breaking his tegument and severing his Jugular with pinpoint accuracy. It was a pure, runny movement, as if he had spent hr practicing. Blood began to spray from the minuscule wound, and to the sound of Lindsey's scream, he allowed himself to fall on his back. She rushed over and tried to bar the bleeding. Covering it with her manus only slowed the outpour, so she reached into her bag for something to use as a bandage.

"closure, just proceed your hand there,"Noah said calmly. The vein he had struck carried blood out of the head and sent it back to his heart, so the rest of the profligate in his system would prevent his mentality oxygenated, at least while it was still in his veins.

"You're fucking crazy ! I'm not going to let you die like this !"

"I've already died like this… more than a hundred times before. This isn't my first rodeo."

"What are you talking about ?"

"It's exactly what it sounds like. rebirth, transmigration, whatever you call it, I count life history like you count years, and every time I die, I'm immediately reborn with all the computer storage from my past times lives. I've been born and died so many times, laughed and suffered through so many lifetimes."

"That's just blood going talking. Hang on !"She tried to draw out her speech sound, but Noah grabbed it with surprising strength.

"You're significant, aren't you ? Sean freaked out after you told him and that's why you broke up."

Her nerve became as pale as his."How could you possibly make out that ?"

"Because this isn't the first time I've confessed to you. I'm always myself, but the world I'm born into is never the Sami. Every time I die, I return to the day of my birthing, but in a different timeline. I'll end up in a world where my environment are dissimilar, or history didn't go the way I remember it, or events will pass in my futurity that I can't predict.

Only in my past seven life have you been present, and in all seven life-time, I could never take a shit you mine, no matter how much I wanted you. Five of those metre were because you were pregnant. You and Sean get back together by Thanksgiving, and I and everyone else watch you dance together at the prom. Each time, I kill myself to try again in my next liveliness. These past eighteen year, they've flown by like the winking of an eye for me."

His bleeding was starting to slow, his trunk going moth-eaten and his thinker getting foggy.

"Why me ? Why would you keep going after me ? Why am I Charles Frederick Worth killing yourself over ?"

"It's the only way I can know anymore, following some task or biz that keeps me busy. Every life sentence I've lived, it's been a lie, concealing who I am, what I know, what I've experienced. often of the time, I have to make believe to sustain emotions, because after all this time, I've almost forgotten what they feel like. I've almost forgotten what's like to actually finger something. But when I see you, I get to experience actual longing. I have an actual crush, something so simple and childish, but such a howling feeling. Maybe I'm just a chump for a carrottop, but I've lived for so long, I have to dig at any fight of meaning that can ca-ca me happy, and make my existence a slight less hollow."

"What about your fellowship ? What about this life you've built ? You're just going to throw it all away ?"

With the last of his strength, he removed her hand from his lesion so that it could leech freely. Her wrist was limp. Had he convinced her ? Or had she simply realized that he had already bled too often and was beyond saving ? He covered his go away eye with his hand, blinded by the setting sun while Lindsey's shadow obscured the decently position of his face. The Christ Within passed through her crimson pilus like tarnish trash, making his stemma shine beautifully.

"I've seen so many worlds, so many unlike realities, but none of them could make me happy. I've never known what it felt like to belong to or finger at household. Every humans felt awry to me. This is yet another realism that I am discrepant with. All I can do is hope that the succeeding world is one I can be happy in."

The blood at last stopped flowing, and Noah closed his oculus and released his final breather. Then, in his thinker, there was a fellow flashing of sparkle and he felt himself being pulled to the next world.

A Whole New Game

Without even opening his eyes, Noah knew that something had gone wrong. He was groggy, but he could definitely feel the cold, hard background underneath him. This didn't make sense. At this moment, he'd normally be experiencing his own rebirth, coming out of the womb as a newborn babe. His body was also still the Lapplander size. He could feel the weighting of his limbs, as well as his clothes. His handwriting was still covering his eye, but just moving it took a tremendous amount of money of forcefulness. He managed to go his lid open and stared up at the blue sky. It was late in the afternoon when he killed himself, but now it looked to be midmorning.

This had never happened before, no matter how many times he had died. Either he had somehow survived his suicide effort and been moved while he was unconscious, or he had reincarnated without being reborn, breaking into another timeline rather than being properly incorporated. Was his reincarnation index changing ?

Noah sat up and looked around. He was lying on an unpaved road in the Mrs. Henry Wood. His hoodie and the shirt underneath were pie-eyed with his dry blood, but when he felt his neck, there was no wound. He had been healed, but had his blood also been replenished ? It would have taken at least xxx minute of arc for the stock on his clothes to dry this much, not enough time for his body to restore any meaningful sum, so this was likely a fond rebirth.

He got to his substructure and staggered, struggling to take a breath. There was no strength in his arm and his thoughts were getting fallible by the secondment. This fatigue duty, it was interchangeable to blood loss, but also different. It was like there was some kind of extra musculus going brainsick, using up all of his posture. If it didn't dissipate soon, he'd end up passing out again. What in the world ? He looked down and realized that he wasn't casting a tincture. The fatigue must have been messing with his vision. Now that he thought about it, his left eye was itching a bit. He gave it a rub and it was like a shift had been flipped. The fatigue duty vanished, as if that extra muscle had settled, and when he looked down, he saw his phantasm.

‘ That wasn't stemma loss. It must have been some kind of leftover trauma from my suicide or this glitchy renascence. But where am I ?'

The route was unusual. The land was packed, but the sediment seemed native to the spot. In the modern world, even the unpaved roadstead were made with at to the lowest degree a layer of sand and gravel to forestall it from being overgrown. He had his wallet and his phone with him, but there was no service.

A sound reached his ears, one that nearly citizenry rarely heard outside of movies and TV. It was the speech sound of sawbuck hooves. He looked over his berm, seeing two fully grown men on hogback approaching him from down the road. Behind them, an old man driving a horse-drawn beach wagon and leading… slaves. Wearing tag end for clothes, more than a dozen men and women of varying old age were being led by chains.

This strange train came to a stoppage in front of him. The men on hogback and the one driving the wagon stared at him in confusion."You're blocking the road. Get the hell out of our way before you end up like them,"the number one wood barked.

It had been a long prison term since Noah saw a slave loading. He normally only found them in post-apocalyptic timelines, when society had broken down. That, or timelines where the Confederacy won the Civil War and early such occurrences.

"Did you learn me ? Get out of the way !"

"Boss, look at all of the blood he's covered in,"one of the men on hogback said.

Noah looked at them. Their clothes, they were deceptive, wool clearly not woven by any kind of modern machinery and with coats and boots made of primitively-treated leather. Maybe he had reincarnated to a third-world country ? If this was a post-apocalyptic timeline, then whatever happened wasn't manmade. It happened before the Industrial Revolution, some kind of instinctive tragedy that halted mankind's development. A meteoroid ?

"I don't think he understands us. He's got some weird clothes. He might be the son of some Lord,"the former horse fancier said.

Their weapons, they had sheathed blade but no polarity of any shooter. So, this was an era before powder was invented. Medieval ? It sure seemed like it.

"If he's a stately, we can ransom him back, and if not, he looks hefty and inviolable enough to sell for a good price. range him up with the others."

One of the men got off his horse and approached Noah with a length of circle. None of them were cognisant that he still had his knife on him. As the man reached out to grab his manpower, Noah slashed him across the throat. It wasn't the pinpoint jab like he had given himself earlier, this was a bloody smile stretching from ear to ear. It had been a long time since he had concluding killed someone, but it was something he was very well-practiced in.

A fountain of parentage sprayed forth and Noah threw his knife at the paddy wagon number one wood, catching him in the chest. Before his firstly victim could swing to his knees, Noah ripped his sword from its sheath and charged towards the former horseman, already drawing his own blade to avenge his coworker. The throat was out of reach, so Noah deflected the oncoming plan of attack and went for a pang in the side of the gut and up into the justly lung.

"human dynamo !"

There was a flash of light in his computer peripheral sight, coming from the old man. Noah's inherent aptitude made him flick back as a flare guess through the air, missing his face by an column inch. It struck a nearby tree and exploded, spraying fire in all counsel like a Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktail. Noah looked back at the old man, one hand outstretched while the other covered the knife thrust wound in his chest from Noah's knife. He wasn't holding a flash gun or any other kind of twist that would explain what had just happened.

"You can't be serious,"Noah muttered.

"fireball !"the old man shouted again.

Just like before, a sphere of condensed flame formed in his hand, about the size of melon, and shot at Noah with tremendous speed. Noah dodged and rushed in to close up the length. The first fireball had forced him to let go of his brand and the minute had forced him back before he could catch the endorsement man's. He'd have to finish this with his bare manpower.

The Equus caballus were all throwing tantrums in fear from the fighting, but the old man continued to launch those mysterious flash. Noah circled around the Equus caballus, jumped, and tackled the man. There was no inept fumbling for dominance, Noah simply began beating him with his fist. His current body hadn't been trained for combat, but he kept it good for you and warm and roll in the hay how practically effect he had muster up with each poke. descent started spraying with the 3rd clout, the old man unable to fight back and soon blacking out. Noah promptly retrieved his fallen knife and finished him off.

Noah took his time to catch his breathing time while he wiped off the sword, folded it up, and stored it in his scoop. He took those few second to quell his annoyance. He was used to being reborn as a baby after every death and considered those early twelvemonth to be his vacation between each new life, clock time to properly cast away of old remembering, catalogue useful knowledge, and mentally deal with any loose final stage. No one depended on him and he usually had a parent or caregiver to involve forethought of him, giving him fourth dimension to rest his mind. Now he had jump right back into a selection mindset and head start from scratch in a world with all new rules.

Those human dynamo the old man had launched, that was undoubtedly thaumaturgy, something that he thought only existed in phantasy narration. He had never seen magic before, not in any of the timelines he had already lived in. Until now, he had operated under the belief of the Multiverse Theory, which stated that there was a timeline for every potential subatomic event. Was it really potential for wizardly to exist in the multiverse ? What did this timeline have that all the late ones lacked ?

The old man would have been a worthful source of information, but with his foot soldier now dead, he would never willingly separate Noah anything. It wouldn't be worth the time and bother to interrogate him in this situation. Oh well, the resolution would fall in time, and Noah had learned how to be patient.

He turned his aid to the slave, staring back at him with uncertainty. They weren't rejoicing at the death of their captors, fair enough. After all, Noah hadn't killed them in order to free the slaves or anything like that. As far as they knew, he was about to kill them all or just take them all and sell them himself. Each of them was a variable, possibly benefiting or dooming him. It would be best to just let them go, but he decided to get some use out them first.

The slave traders had spoken with an accent mark that he had never heard before, but it was English, though they probably didn't call it that. These slaves must also verbalise it."All of you, I give you permission to speak. Do you all understand what I'm saying ?"They didn't say anything, but they nodded in the affirmative."Are there any among you who are familiar spirit with this domain ?"None of them answered.

Possessing cognition could either make them worthful or a liability. They didn't want to display themselves unless they knew what awaited them. Noah sighed and returned to the old man, patting him down until he found an atomic number 26 key, likely going to all of their pinch.

He held up the key for all the slaves to see."I need one of you to run me to a prophylactic surface area with a reservoir of fresh water and off the road where I won't be seen. Whoever volunteer will get their collar removed and can depend upon in the Wagon. Once I'm brought to a desirable location, you will all will be set free."Six striver raised their spring deal."You,"Noah said.

He had ***********ed a adolescent girl that looked to be around his age. She was dirty and underfed, but looked level-headed enough to be useful to him, and he could certainly overpower her if she tried to deceive him. It was backbreaking to gauge her show in this state. She had a pitiful tone permanently etched into her fount, like a basset bounder. If he cleaned her up, she might be a material cutie, but right now she was so soiled that he couldn't even tell her instinctive hair color.

"What is your name ?"

"Tin, sir."She didn't make eye physical contact. None of them did.

"Do what I say, Tin, and you'll earn your exemption. Go against me and I'll kill you."He unlocked her metal taking into custody but left her radiocarpal joint bound."Now help me take tending of these bodies."

Noah searched the cadaver of the three slave traders, taking everything of value. Along with their swords, he got a couple obelisk, some cord, and three makeshift billfold. They were snake pelt with stacks of bronze coins inside, tied to their belts. It was a clever concept.

"Tin, is there any peril of wild beast in these woods ? Anything that I should worry about ?"

"lusus naturae will surely be drawn by the smell of bloodline here. It would be best if we moved on now."

Noah huffed in annoyance. Great, now he had devil to worry about. This certainly was a macrocosm unlike any he had seen before. This ruined his programme of taking the corpses with him. He was sure he could find a use or two for them, as well as take aim their clothes and anything else of economic value on their soul when there was more metre. He also didn't want to pull up stakes any evidence of what he had done.

"Very well. bump off the clothes from the physical structure and put them in the wagon."

She wordlessly obeyed, proceeding to strip the corpses without any tag of unease or discomfort. nearly lady friend her age would be too squeamish to do anything like this. As she worked, Noah searched the beach waggon and found a sail bag, smelling too rancid to be used for food. He soaked it with a wineskin, and while it wasn't nonesuch, it was beneficial enough for him to use to put out the fires that the old man had started. He and Tin completed their project, leaving three naked bodies on the route and a few coal tree. Noah retrieved one of the sword, just a crummy machete, but sharp enough to get the job done. He showed no irritation in decapitating the dead body and storing the heads in the canvas bag.

"puff these bodies into the woods, out of sight from the road. That should satiate any beasts that search this area."

There was no telling what the value of these slave traders were. If they were even slightly crucial to someone, their disappearing might lead to an investigation. Three nude, headless eubstance that were devoured by monsters wouldn't leave any evidence. They couldn't even be identified. On the former hand, if they were criminals, then Noah might be able-bodied to use their severed principal as confirmation of their Death and collect a H.M.S. Bounty. He had been in a lot of bad situation and disorderly timelines, so this mindset was a science he knew he could swear on and use as he needed.

Once the bodies were dealt with, Noah took his seat at the nominal head of the wagon and Tin joined him. The two extra horses were tethered to the sides of the wagon and would follow along. Noah cracked the reins and the horses pulling the wagon began moving forward.

"There is a worthy blank space several miles down this road. I will show you where."

"Until we get there, I have questions that I need answered. Where am I ? What country is this ?"

"This is the Algata Province of the commonwealth of Uther."

"How large is Uther ? How very much of the Continent does it take up ?"

Tin bowed her heading."Please forgive my ignorance. I do not be intimate the size of it of this area, nor what a ‘ continent'is."The way she had reacted, was she expecting him to penalise her ?

Her solution was to be expected, though. A slave educated in geography would be an unusual find. It would be good if he could get his hands on a decent map, though in this era, that was probably a lot to ask for. In a world with magic trick and monsters, there was no telling what the planet's topography looked like, even the arrangement of the continents. He had traveled old solid ground legion times, but much of his experience was now obsolete.

"Relax, I'm not going to hit you for not knowing something. Just keep on answering my interrogation as best as you can. Uther, is it a rich nation ?"

"I… don't know for certain. Perhaps there is riches in the Das Kapital, but this is the countryside."

"Does it operate under a monarchy ? Or do they elect their leaders ?"She looked at him like he had spoken in gibberish."Does it have a king or queen ?"

"Oh, yes, sir. There is a royal family, but I don't know anything about them."

"What do they use for currentness ?"

"metal coins, like silver grey and gold."

Noah retrieved one of the snakeskin coin handbag and emptied it out onto the seat between them. It was about a dozen bronze coins and a few silvers. The early two could be expected to hold a standardised amount.

"How much would you say this is ? Would you say it is a big amount of money or not much ?"

She looked at the coins with her glum expression."I don't know. I've never handled money before."She picked up one of the ash grey coins and showed it to Noah."This is what I'm worth."

‘ well, that's a cast down thought.'“ What season is it currently ?"

"Mid spring."

That was honorable for Noah. In monastic order to get a bridgehead in this new human race, he'd need ample time with the fortune of survival at its highest. winter would strangle his mobility, possible actions, and make life story a lot harder. Had he appeared in this world a few month earlier, he could easily freeze down to death before reaching culture.

"You spoke before of monsters. What should I be timid of in this forest ?"

"The biggest risk is the wolves. They travel in mob and drink down whatever they see. There are also bears, declamatory spiders that hide in tunnel, and goblins."

Giant wanderer and goblins ? This world was getting more fantastical by the second.

"Tell me about the goblins."

"They are small, only about the size of kid, and maybe as smartness. They have artillery and often bushwhack travelers."

"The old man, what was that technique he used ? I've never seen anyone do that before."

"That was magic."

‘ Thought so.'“ Tell me everything you know about magic."

"It is the blessing of the gods, letting people call down divine retribution upon their enemies. It can create fire, control pee, make you stronger, and do all kinds of affair. There many different kinds of magic exploiter. I've heard of some of them ; mages, paladins, warriors, shaman, but I don't know much about what they can do."

"What kind was the old man ?"

"A mage, I think."

"So can anyone use it ? Or is it passed down through the bloodline ?"

"I don't know."

That was a problem. If it was an ability passed down from parent to child, then he was screwed. His glitchy reincarnation left him with the regular genes of his cobbler's last parents. If magical wasn't something he could acquire or acquire, life would get exponentially harder. Then there was the mentioning of gods. He had spent several lifetimes searching for signs of the existence of God, some presence of immortal that might explain his macrocosm, but he always came up short. However, in a human race where conjuring trick existed, perhaps deity might as well.

As they continued through the woods, Noah thought about the slave walking behind the estate car. Letting them go might be a indebtedness. They knew he had killed three slave trader, they knew where he would set up camp. The hard worker trader mistook him for the son of a baronial, so if the hard worker went into some townspeople and started blabbing about him and what he had done, masses might issue forth after him. Perhaps it would be best to qualify of all of them ? No, the hazard of him managing to kill them all would be low and that would be a lot of corpses to deal with, not to mention he didn't know if killing them would get him into trouble.

‘ To call up my laziness would make up for my wither conscience…'

They were passing by a mound with tree blocking a great deal of the view, but all of the horses flicked their capitulum to it. Noah didn't young lady that tick and reached into the station waggon. When searching earlier, he found a bow and a few arrows, none of which seemed very well made. He took aim up the J. J. Hill, spotting a tail moving between the hills. It had been a long metre since he had in conclusion used a bow. It was one of his sideline about four or five lifetimes ago. This was naught like the modern bows he was used to handling, but when he let the arrow slip free, it shot between the tree and found its mark. Noah didn't see what he hit, but there was a shriek of pain that he did not recognize and the phone of multiple entities running off.

"What was that ?"Tin asked.

"I assume that was one of those goblins you mentioned."This was getting dangerous."You stay here,"he told Tin. He brought the wagon to a stop and went back with his knife and the key. He cut the slave'binds and unlocked their collars."You're all free to go, get out of here. But don't even think of trying to follow—"

They ran off before he could finish his sentence. trade good, that would give him to a lesser extent of a sitting duck, and they'd draw the attention of anything that might require a piece of him. He returned to the driver's ass and turned to Tin, holding up one of the coin purses.

"Get me to that safe spot and this is yours."

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The forest thinned a lit, the trees spreading out far enough for the wagon to go off the route and straits towards the sound of running water. They arrived at a clearing where a diminished waterfall thumped on exposed stone. It was isolated, just the piazza Noah needed. There was even a cave behind the waterfall where he could establish camp. However, they were not the alone inhabitants.

"Tin, what the hell is that ?"he asked, looking at the animal sliding across the ground. At initiative, he thought it was hulk slug, the wight about the sizing of a beer keg, but he then realized it was translucent. There were four of them.

"That is a slime. They like damp blank space. Their underside are like hulk rima oris, devouring whatever they crawl over. Their dead body are covered with a thin pelt, and if you tear it, its insides pour out and change the anatomy of its body."

"Are they dangerous ?"

"Yes. Anything that their undersides touch will run, Lapp with anything you stab them with. The bigger they are, the faster it happens, and the faster they can move."

"How do I pour down them ?"

"You have to hit their brains."

The slimes hadn't noticed them yet, so Noah took aim with the bow at the nearest one. It was hard telling the front from the vertebral column of these matter, but he spotted something floating inside, suspended, an apple-sized lump of solid tissue. He released the bolt, missing the tool's mind by several inches. It rumbled in painful sensation and its gelatinous insides spilled out of the wound like a runny nose. Upon contact with the air, the entrails began to congeal and develop a layer of pelt. It formed an extension of itself, like a second fundament, now searching for what had injured it.

‘ So, that's what she meant when she said it changed the bod of its body.'

Already, the arrow was halfway dissolved. That matter was like a behemoth moving abdomen. He would possess preferred to take care of these monsters from a distance, but he didn't have enough pointer to give away. It would also get dark soon, and he didn't want to try and look for another blot.

He turned to Tin and cut her binds, then handed her one of the coin purses."You're disengage. Go wherever and do whatever you want. But don't even think of taking anything from the wagon."

He got up from the estate car and approached the waterfall with one of the slave traders'swords in his hand. It was the tough of the two, utilitarian at least for experimentation. He approached the slime, already back to wide health after being shot with the pointer. It didn't appear to have very good visual sense, didn't even appear to have optic. He picked up a Stone from the creek and threw it, sending it bouncing a few animal foot away. It pounced on the rock with storm speed, smothering it with its body and absorbing it. So, these things could skip. If it could see, it was probably short-ranged, based on bm, or more in all likelihood it could sense vibrations in the reason.

He took another rock and threw it at the muck, this sentence hitting it. The rock ripped through its thin skin and its moxie spilled out. The blow stunned it just long enough for Noah to sprint over and split through its learning ability. As quickly as he attacked, he darted back. He had learned through legion occasions to always expect an enemy to get back up. Plus, he wanted to avoid getting sprayed with any guts.

Despite his business organisation, it was a clean kill. The devil, originally a nauseating yellowness, turned gray, and its exposed insides began to smoke and dissolve. Unfortunately, smoke was also coming from his brand. This really was a nasty acid. Noah wiped the vane off on the grass and then rinsed it in the river to clean it. It had undergone severe corrosion. Hopefully it would last until he killed them all.

One matter made him happy, though. When he killed the sludge, numbers didn't appear in the air, displaying experience points earned. He started having business as soon as that initiatory fireball was launched at him, and when Tin said it was a slime ; he thought he had been reincarnated into some kind of RPG world. If at any point, she used the word ‘ layer ’, he would bear permanently lost the power to keep a straight aspect and occupy anything seriously.

Anyway, back to killing.

He repeated his strategy with the former three ooze. A fist size rock thrown with sufficient speed and accuracy could pierce the giant and stun them long enough to rescue a black work stoppage. After the third slime, his sword broke in one-half, the end completely melting off. There was one muck left, but it would be cunning. It was slithering around behind the waterfall, unaware of what had happened to the others. The oscillation of the water would probably disguise Noah's movements, but he didn't want to take the chance.

He crept behind the waterfall and threw another stone, striking the ooze near the mind. Its organic structure curled up like a lick sprinkled with salinity, and Noah rushed over. This metre, he thrust the broken sword straight in. He managed to jab the brain, but the steel slipped right into its consistence. Noah pulled away before his inertia could transport his deal plunging into the acidic muck, but several pearl splashed him and he could experience his peel dissolving. He thrust his hand into the waterfall and steadied his breathing as the pain faded. That was too stopping point for comfort. He'd have to issue forth up with another way to stop those things if he encountered them again.

The arena had been secured, now to set up clique. He stepped out from behind the waterfall, and to his surprise, he saw Tin standing by the black Maria, as if waiting for him.

"What are you still doing here ? I told you, you're free."

"I… don't know what that means. I don't sleep together how to be free."

"I gave you money. Take it to the cheeseparing town and buy yourself something to eat and some new clothes. look for anyone who will engage you, hopefully offering room and display panel in commutation. From there, start your new life."

"Is that an order ?"

"No, it's advice. You don't have to take society from me, I'm not your passkey. I hired you to be my guide, you got your money, and our contract is fill out. Now we share ways."She continued to stand there, looking like a puppy in the rain."You can have one of the Equus caballus. You'll be capable to get to town faster and outrun pursuers."

"So you want me to prepare for your arrival into town ?"

This girl was starting to get on his nervousness."You're not listening. You don't have to do anything for me. You're your own person now."

"But I'm not. I'm yours."She was almost whimpering now. clock time for some tough love.

Noah retrieved his bow and an arrow and took aim at her."parting now, or I'll kill you and use your remains for bait to charm my dinner."

There was a glimmer in her eyes."If I can be utile as a corpse, I'll do that. Please, use me as bait."

Noah sighed and lowered the bow. Were he a harsher man, that wouldn't have been a bluff. This little girl was needier than he would experience liked, but her subservience made her more trustworthy than anyone he could expect to find in this world. Maybe it would be proficient to have an extra pair of hands to help him, at least until he got out of this forest. Besides, it wasn't like this was the commencement sentence he had owned a slave. There were many glowering timelines when he followed the rule of ‘ when in Rome, do as the Romans.'

"Fine, I'll be your headmaster. What skills do you have ?"

"I can look to one hundred, I can publish some, and I can tend to livestock and lick fields, as well as perform menage chore. I am also very experient in pleasing men, so I can serve you whenever you desire."She bowed her head as she spoke, not seeing Noah raise his brow at her concluding sentence.

Depressing as her tidings were, he wasn't one to move around down an offering for sex from someone so willing. On the other manus, nil about her current appearance stoked his libido. He was standing XX feet away and could smell her like it was xx inches. Sitting future to her in the wagon had been very unpleasant. Just letting her bathe in the river wouldn't get the job done.

"Let's get camp set up and then we'll public lecture. You said you can tend to livestock, correct ? Then I'll leave the horses to you. Get them watered and fed and then polish off these absolutely slime. I imagine they've lost their sour in death."

Tin obediently went to work while Noah gathered all of the chains and dog collar that had been used to take the slaves. There was also sight of rophy in case any of their binds broke during ecstasy. Noah snapped the dog collar off the chains and used them as hammers to break the weaker links and split the chemical chain into multiple short segments. He split the Mexican valium into thinner strands and set up a perimeter around the campsite, then hung the apprehension and chains on it like Christmas ornaments. Any intruders that tried to accede would hit the tripwire and the jingling chain and collars would sacrifice them away. And in character they were set off by the breaking wind, the horses would be the 2nd blood of detection. If they started acting up, then a threat was nearby.

"I'm going to go pick up some firewood. If any monsters approach, just bellowing for me and yeet some horseshit at them. The olfactory modality will labor them off."He then stopped and chuckled to himself. That's right, he no longer needed to use modernistic slang.

Tin seemed to gist of what he was saying."Yes, Master,"she said with a bow.

Noah set out into the Wood with his only sword and a satchel the old man had been carrying. He didn't want to rove far from camp, but he had to check out the surface area and score surely there weren't any imminent peril. One thing he was especially conservative of were the elephantine wanderer that Tin had mentioned. She said they hid in burrows, so he kept a close eye on his footing, avoiding any fishy areas that could be a possible lying in wait. Webbing on the earth was a tattletale sign, proof that he wasn't the just one using tripwires to detect enemies.

The first matter he did was gather pine boughs from around the site, accumulating a large chain reactor that they would use for bedding and making frequent tripper back to the cantonment. Then he gathered all of the firewood he could stockpile, but focused only on specific Tree. This reality was very different to the one he was used to, but nearly of the trees appeared to be the same. He also filled his pockets and the satchel with medicinal plants and even some edible mushroom cloud. In every liveliness, her conditioned and relearned selection skills to restrain the selective information branded into his mind, so even if had forgotten their names, he still recognized herbs that could be useful. As he moved, he had a secure feeling that he was being watched, and he knew what was watching him, especially when he found one of their utter.

It was one of the masher Tin had mentioned, heavy than any he had ever seen. His nose led him to it, the Wolf reeking of demise and rot. The meat was well beyond eating and its fur and bones weren't worth the movement to glean, especially with all the maggots and flies, but there was something that he could definitely create use of.

The sun was starting to set by the time he was done, but there was still plenty he wanted to do. Luckily, dinner was already taken care of. The slave dealer had packed enough food for themselves and their consignment. It was hard lolly and dried heart and soul, something that Noah's spoiled taste buds would not appreciate, but he'd seen enough hard meter to be intimate how to be grateful.

Before doing anything else, he removed his hoodie and t-shirt. He had kept them on as an added level of shelter in cause anything attacked him, but the blood had hardened into a hard insolence and he was glad to be able to finally withdraw them off. Had he known he would reincarnate like this, he would have gone home and just hung himself, preferably with his pockets stuffed with useful tools. He laid out his shirt and hoodie under the falls, directing the nebulizer right onto the stock stain. He pinned them down with Stone so that they wouldn't be washed away.

He noticed Tin watching him like a curious feline. She had never seen muscles like his before. To come through in the countryside, men required big military posture to farm and scrap and muscle heap naturally accumulated. Noah's appeared more defined, like he had focused on improving the calibre of his heftiness instead of just chasing after the vague definition of strength.

"Tin, contain off your clothes."

"I shall do my best to fulfil you, Master."

"Not like that. Put that dress of yours here under the falls. Do the like with all the clothes you removed from those hard worker traders. It may be low-quality, but whether we use them or sell them, it would be best if we can at least remove the stink."

Tin removed her dress, though it was more like a raggedy potato sack with holes cut for her head and branch and a landing strip of textile for a belt. She was malnourished and underweight, but he just had to brush up her up a little.

With the lastly of the sparkle, he searched the river for stones. He'd try their hardness, striking them against the rachis of his blade. Once he started getting sparks, he returned to the riverbank and gathered up some tinder. He ground some dry birch rod barque into a fine dust and struck the sway against his sword over it. It took several attempts, but some sparks landed in the dust and it went up like gasolene. From there, he built up a fire on the riverbank with all of the birch Sir Henry Wood he had gathered. By the light of the flames, he started digging a hole using his brand and a metal skillet he found in the wagon.

"headmaster, please reserve me to do that instead,"Tin said.

"No, what I need you to do is startle collecting clay from the river. If you dig under the silt, you'll find it. Make a big passel of it here next to me."

The two of them continued to bring, with Noah expanding the pit and Tin gathering the remains. Once he was done, he smoothed out the sides of the pit and then began slathering on the mud that Tin had gathered. He used the leftover stiff to pull in some cups and bowls and put them in the flame to bake. He built a second firing, this fourth dimension putting it in the pit. It was with a softer wood. He didn't even need to see Tin's face to sense the oddment within her.

"I'm making a slipstream drainage area. No offense, but you stink. But for now, let's eat."

With two ardor burning, Noah and Tin dined on low-quality rations. There wasn't any conversation between them. Once he finished eating, Noah reached into his satchel and took out what looked like a giant dirt lout. In reality, it was a glob of animate being fat. He had gathered it from the carcass of the dead Hugo Wolf, rolled it into a testicle, and packed it with a casing of poop to keep it from making a muss when he carried it. It cleaned it off and put it in the metal skillet, then set it over the fire.

"Now, while that thawing, let me see your teeth."It was a request that Tin wasn't used to sense of hearing, but she obeyed, flashing her teeth like a snarling animal."Huh, not too bad."

Despite her pitiable life style, her teeth were in good shape. She grew up in a world without processed intellectual nourishment, sugars, or chemical, so despite never brushing, there was no rot that he could see. Her intimation was pretty bad, but that was because she lacked the concept of flossing.

Noah walked over to one of the horse cavalry hitched to a tree, nibbling on the pile of Gunter Wilhelm Grass that Tin had gathered for it. He cut a lock chamber of its longsighted hair, washed it in the river, and returned to the campfire, where he braided various filament into a stiff yarn. He made a second and turned to Tin.

"return this screw thread and do as I do."He used the train of thought to floss his teeth, something which Tin had never seen before. The train of thought was thick and coarse and broke a few meter, but it got the job done, and he showed her the pieces of meat from their dinner that he had gotten out.

She mirrored the action to the dear of her abilities, and while she did that, he looked at the skillet, now with a puddle of melted fat. He gathered some tweed ashes from the fire and mingle it in, as well as some water.

"Now I'm going to show you how to nominate soap."survive, he added a smattering of ground-up true pine needles and started stirring the motley together.

"liquid ecstasy ?"

"You've never heard of it ?"

"I heard that the Lord use it. It makes them smell nice."

"It's been a foresighted time since I did this. If I had meter and proper putz, I could relieve oneself something of a much eminent quality, but this should get the job done."He set the skillet back on the fire so that the water could be boiled away."Have you gotten every tooth ?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then take a mouthful of this."From succeeding to the fervency, there was also a cup made, of all things, tin. It was full of water brought to a simmer, with land fusain and pine phonograph needle mixed in. He let it cool down and then handed it to her."You said you could count, right ? Well swirl this around your lip and start enumeration. Once you reach one hundred, swallow it."

She took a mouthful and handed it back to him so he could finish it off. With that taken care of, Noah took the skillet off the firing and examined his soap. It certainly would never sell in a grocery fund, but it would get the job done tonight. Next, he turned his attending to the wash basin and the withered fire. The clay packed onto the English of the pit had hardened and could now retain piddle.

Noah carved the grievous bodily harm off the frying pan and handed it to Tin."Here, use this to shovel as much wood coal and ash out of the basin as you can, then clean it in the river and use it to fill the basin with water."

As Tin went to work, Noah started on his own task. Like her, he went to river, but started collecting stones. He'd bring them back and put them in the campfire to heat up. By the time Tin had finished with her task, the rocks were all sufficiently hot, and using sticks to cover them, he moved them into the washstand until it had reached the everlasting bath temperature. It was still ashy from the fervour, but that wasn't a problem.

The reason why he had used different fires for the basin and max was because of one of the resulting chemical substance, lye. Despite being a caustic heart and soul, it was required for making liquid ecstasy. It was collected from the ashes of hardwood, like birch. He had used a softer Ellen Price Wood in the fervency to harden the sides of the basin so any leftover ash tree wouldn't turn the water too alkaline.

"All right, now to test it."

Noah stripped down to jibe Tin and grabbed a part of fabric from the wagon to use as a face cloth. He got it wet in the basin, rubbed some of the Georgia home boy on it, and, satisfied with how it lathered, started wiping off the effort that had accumulated since his arrival to this world.

Tin held a piece of max in her handwriting, staring at it with encompassing eye."It smells… sweet !"

She mimicked Noah, using a make-do flannel and the liquid ecstasy to scrub herself raw. She was frenetic, leaving no spot untouched. The two of them cleansed their skin, lathering themselves up and then rinsing in the river to keep the bath water clean. With the dirt removed, much was revealed to Noah. Neither of them said anything about the countless scars, contusion, and brand that covered Tin's body. Finally, he had her lie on her back and lowered her point into the drainage area, then scrubbed her fuzz with the Georgia home boy until the bathwater turned as black as ink. She sat up and border the water out of her haircloth as he stood up and stretched.

"Huh, so you're a blonde. I honestly couldn't tell your rude colouration. You were so dirty that I wasn't sure if the mantle matched the carpet."She didn't say anything back, just crouched by the basin, holding herself. delay, she was trembling."Tin ?"

She looked up at him, and though her face was wet from the bath, he could clearly see her crying."I… I've never smelled this strip before !"

He rubbed the top of her question."I'm glad."

She reached up and grasped his paw, despair in her eyes."Master, can I please Robert William Service you now ?"

A small jest escaped Noah."My, my, what a esurient little hard worker you are."

He leaned down, lifted her chin, and left a soft buss upon her lips. She shivered from that feeling, gentler than any other in her life sentence. She took the initiative, kissing him in return while her lingua slipped into his mouth. As they swapped spittle, she reached out and began caressing his manhood, erect and pounding. She had been eyeing it since the moment he stripped down, her mind buzzing with all of the ways she would please him.

When Noah finally pulled his lips from hers, she knew what he wanted and was aegir to provide it. She leaned in, his cock disappearing into her mouthpiece, only to reappear with a glistening layer of spit. Tin wasn't shy in the least, she put all of her skills to mould. She deepthroated him to make herself gag and salivate, then would use her hands to influence the shaft while she slurped on his head like a lollipop. Despite her joy at being so clean just a minute ago, she was certainly making a mickle, her side covered in spit with big foamy drops dribbling onto her breasts.

Noah rested his hired man on her pass and groaned."I'm glad I decided to keep you."

She released his peter, gasping for air with her middle full of joy."Am I doing goodness ?"

"You're magnificent, Tin."

She went back at it, this time with a different target in nous. While she jacked him off, she sucked vehemently on his jewels, rolling them around in her mouth and balancing them on her spit. She switched between her techniques with consummate acquisition, giving Noah no time to brace himself. He didn't even need tell her when he was going to cum, she could tell just by his breathing and the way his muscles twitched. She swallowed his humanness like a rapacious savage, her human face pressed to his tummy as he swirled around inside her throat.

Several thickly jets were pumped directly into her breadbasket, a salty dessert after her repast. Tin fell back, once again gasping for air."Master,"she panted,"please don't clutch back. Use my body however you wish."

"You've done well in pleasing me, but has anyone ever took the time to give you pleasure ?"

He sat down cross-legged and pulled her across his lap like he was going to spank her. He held her by the throat, just a gentle bobby pin to sustain her still, while he free hand slipped between her legs and reached her honeypot.

"You're so wet. To think you took so much joy in your work."

Born and raised a slave, she had been abused and violated in all slipway imaginable. She thought she had grown numb to it, but the feeling of Noah's fingers touching her most buck private, sensitive area, they made her shake and gasp. There was military posture in his fingerbreadth, but his movements weren't rough or clumsy. Rather, she sensed that his experience surpassed her own.

His finger penetrated her, making her groan in a way she thought she never again could. His fire was relentless, probing every spiritualist smudge like an assassin striking her insistence percentage point. She was a slender girl, body fat being a luxury for a hard worker, but her form rippled from the vibration drumming from her ass. She could experience the free weight of her breasts with every movement, and the auditory sensation he was making, the sounds he was forcing her dead body to prepare, the squelching of easygoing, wet flesh, it was like she was experiencing this all for the first time.

The pleasure was beyond word, she wanted it to go on forever, but her dead body wouldn't obey her commands. Her muscle spasmed without pause like she was being tickled. She inadvertently tried to pull away, her body wanting to protect itself from these wizard it couldn't contain, but Noah's grip on her pharynx remained house. This office, what he was doing to her, it was so unusual. She felt almost like an brute, like livestock, and Noah was the farmer, preparing her for breeding with some strange husbandry technique. Ironically, that wasn't far from the truth.

She cried out, sexual climax rushing through her like a flash flood, but Noah didn't catch, even as she became limp. He continued mercilessly finger-blasting her, while his other hand released her throat and he forced his fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them like they had a beloved glaze. They were her life line, all that was keeping her conscious. The movements of her tongue and lip, the quivering of her pharynx as she slurped up the flavor of his fingertips ; if she didn't work with all her might, the almost fell assault of orgasms would rob her of all cerebration and crush her mind.

Only when her groan finally stopped did Noah let her experience peace of mind. He laid her on her back and leaned over her. The lewd, exhausted look on her face, the way she panted with rosy-cheeked brass and swimming optic, it was an reflection he always loved to see.

"You said I could do whatever I wanted with your physical structure, right ? Are you going to differentiate me that you can't keep on up with your victor ? That you lied and you can't satisfy my desires ?"

She reached out to him, her close arms coiling around his neck opening to perpetrate him in."Master, take me,"she begged.

By the light of the campfire, he penetrated her, just as numerous men had done before, but none of them made Tin look like this. His brim joined hers, a passionate but gentle kiss, while in comparing, his thrusts, so fast and forceful, made her cry out to the asterisk overhead.

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The rising sun shining in his eyes awoke Noah from his nap. It was not a cryptical sleep, due to his current circumstance, but he at least felt rested. It was his foremost daybreak in this new earthly concern. He and Tin were lying on a pile of languish boughs, keeping them off the solid ground and insulated, and wrapped in the canvass Charles's Wain binding, which they were using as both a tarpaulin and a blanket. The freed slave was snuggled up tightly against him, both for fondness, and out of affection. The term"freed slave"fit her ironically, as Noah had given her exemption, but she chose to remain his slave anyway.

As he started moving around, she slowly stirred."skipper ?"she murmured.

"Time to get up, we have work to do."

It was a chilly daybreak, so the first affair Noah did was construct up a flame while Tin collected their clothes from the waterfall. They had been set under the spray to be washed, and after a nighttime under the pounding piss, they were fairly as could be reasonably expected. They were hung up to dry around the fire, while Noah and Tin had breakfast. finale night, Noah had made some cupful and bowls using the cadaver that Tin gathered and left them in the fire to broil overnight. Now, he was using them to roil water and make pine tree goad tea.

"What do you want to do, Master ? I can top you to townsfolk if you like."

"How long would it shoot to get there ?"

"Another two or three days."

Noah weighed his selection. This wasn't an optimal situation."No, we'll stay here for another day. We have a defendable berth here, but if we return to the route, we'll be like sitting duck's egg. While I have faith in my fighting ability, I can't defend myself, you, and the sawbuck. Let's try to improve our chances before we set out."

"What should we do ?"

"Yesterday, while I was looking for rocks in the night, I think I might have seen some guck moving about. They're usually minor, right ? Not big like the ace I killed yesterday ?"

Tin nodded."They're usually the size of it of rats."

"Perfect. get-go, what we're going to do is make a lot of lye."

"What's lye ?"

"It's the poppycock in ash that I used to give that soap last nighttime. It's a very smutty chemical substance. I'm going to start gathering woodwind. I want you to bail out the bathwater from the drainage area and refill it. Rain body of water would be C. H. Best, but river water will get to do. Then withdraw the stone and put them back in the blast. You remember what to do if something attacks ?"

"Throw horse droppings and holler for you ?"

"Right."

Noah departed, heading back into the woodland. Just like the day before, he was gathering hardwood from birch rod, oak, and maple tree. He moved cautiously, hearing trend all around him. He also returned to sealed orbit he had visited before, with target on his thinker. He came across a slur he had just yesterday done his best to avoid. There was spider silk on the undercoat, and nearby, an obvious trapdoor. Noah put a large stick on his foot and readied his bow, taking aim. He kicked the stick over by the trapdoor, and instantly a spider burst out to assume what it thought was its meal. The thing was huge, almost five understructure in diam.

Noah released his arrow, striking one of its middle and leaving it screeching in pain sensation. Before it could douse back into its hollow, he shot another arrow, this one boring through its skull and ending its lifespan. While it was still overbold, Noah rushed over, pulled out the sec arrow, and thrust his finger's breadth into the pickle. He stirred his fingers around in the spider's brain, causing its pegleg, now curled up into a fist, to start spasming. While not familiar with spider anatomy specifically, he was tickling what he hoped to be the cerebellum.

"seminal fluid on, where are you… Ah !"He found the witching spot, as the whole physical structure convulsed and the stomach started expelling silk at a unrestrained rate, like he was squeezing a electron tube of toothpaste. Het got to his infantry and dragged the wanderer with him, laying out the silk so that it wouldn't stick to itself. He had come up with this idea on a whim and was overjoyed to see it make. When stream of silk stopped, he removed his finger."That's rightfulness, Lady, I am just that good."

He then began rubbing dirt into the silk like he had with the animal fat he had collected the previous day, something to keep it from sticking to anything. It was respectable deep stock, and substantial as well. next, he started gathering up the older, thinner webbing it had used for its den. It was already dried out and had lost much of its stickiness, so it was quick to be collected.

He returned to the camp, carrying the spider with him as well. He was sure he could think up something to do with his clay, maybe use it like a scarer to ward off hobgoblin or something. When he arrived, Tin had completed her labor and stared in astonishment at the dead spider.

Noah walked over to the wagon and pulled out a small wooden barrel. It had originally been filled with salt, which the slave bargainer used to preserve their food, but now there wasn't much left. What remained, Noah poured into some of his remains jars. He then hung the spider to drain its line into the barrel. There wasn't much, and it had begun to congeal immediately after Death, but that just made it sticky like syrup. He swirled it around the interior of the barrel, covering every inch, and then filled it up halfway with some of the put-upon ash tree from the birch fire yesterday. He didn't touch the ash with his mitt, and upon closing the barrelful, he shook it up. Once completed, the interior of the barrel was coated with thick layer of ash.

Putting it aside, Noah began moving hot gemstone from the fire and putting them into the drainage basin, bringing the water to a boil. Then, he started shoveling birch rod ashes until it filled up half the basin. For the next one-half hour, Noah would swap out stones, making sure the H2O was always boiling. Soon a film began to settle on top of the pee. It was fluid lye, rising from the ash tree. Noah harvested it from the open, deliberate not to come to it, and put it in the skillet on the firing to boil away the moisture.

"Ok, I'm going to go back and get more firewood. I want you to hold back swapping out the stones so that the water stays boiling hot, and as the lye gathers on the surface, cream it and put it in the frypan. Whatever you do, do not let it touch you. The waterfall and the river are keeping the air moving in one management. You want to stay put upwind so that you don't breathe in any of the fumes. You got that ?"

"Yes, Master."

And that was how they spent the stallion break of day and much of the good afternoon. They kept burning birch Wood, and once the basin stopped producing lye, they would trade in impudent ashes and resume harvesting. Between collecting firewood and tending to the fire, Noah created more pottery with the river Lucius DuBignon Clay and baked it in the fire. The skillet was routinely filled with the lye mixture, and once the water evaporated away, Noah would scrape the lye into one of his clay jars. It was the middle of the afternoon when he declared that they had collected enough.

"Now to test it."With his knife, he collected a small bump and put it on his arm. He could feel it burning his skin like an aching sunburn. Had he taken his time with this, it would have got been burning a crater into his skin, but in this case, quantity was better than quality.

"Yeah, this will work well. You did good,"he said, rubbing the top of Tin's head.

"Thank you, skipper,"she replied with what he assumed to be a uncommon smile.

"Let's eat some dejeuner and then prompt on to the future step."

They moved away from the fervidness, sick of its heat, and ate by the waterfall. While chewing on bully jerky, Noah studied the sawhorse. They weren't tied to any Tree, at to the lowest degree not now, and were wandering around the campsite, nibbling on whatever they liked. The misstep wire was doing a respectable job of keeping them close, but they would probably run out of food for thought by tomorrow. They'd have to propel on by then.

"Master, if my may ask, how do you bed how to do these things ? I've never seen anyone fight like you do, at least not someone your age, and you have the accomplishment of an alchemist. What kind of training have you done ?"

"An alchemist ? I kind of like the sound of that. Let's just say that I have a lot of life experience. I've lived through good meter and bad. Anyway, we should go on to the side by side stage. I'm going to go along the river and captivate pocket-sized ooze. I want you to find oneself the corpses of the big slimes I killed yesterday and try to collect their skin."

Tin was obedient, not voicing any of her doubts and instead setting off to do as her professional ordered. Noah retrieved the drum he had tinkered with earlier and filled it with water, then began walking through the river, searching the banking company. It was only up to his articulatio genus, and there were tidy sum of large boulders for slimes to hide by. On his hands, he wore some rough leather mitt that one of the slave monger had been wearing. The slimes he found were usually about the size of his fist, and with great forethought, he'd pick them up and put them in the barrel.

The pee in the barrel, thanks to the ash, had a raised pH level. The sludge were acidulent, but their pH spirit level wasn't very low. The alkalinity of the water and the ashes kept them from melting through the sides of the barrel. He also tossed in some food to keep them from starving. Hopefully they'd still be able-bodied to put up it. If they were all still animated by the adjacent morning, his plan was a success.

When he returned to the camp, Tin had gathered up the tegument of the dead slime from the day before.

"I'm sorry, maestro, but the cutis are too slight for any sort of use."Noah put down the barrel and examined the throw off tegument. It was rippled and balmy, a far cry from any sort of leather, more like a snake's shed skin.

"No, they're perfect, just what I wanted."He handed her one of the sticker the striver traders had carried."Here, start carving them up into square toes, about as long as your hand. You know how big, right ?"

She nodded and went to work. While she did that, Noah collected more long haircloth from the horses. He took the public square that Tin cut up and used them to wrap up small piles of lye, then tied them shut with the horse cavalry fuzz. The gunk hide, despite its fragility, still maintained many of its characteristics. Slimes were like livelihood acid, so they had to be able to hold their pH level. Their pelt not only hold their guts in, it kept basic nub out, substances like lye, making it sodding for holding it.

With their combined exploit, they were able to create just over thirty lye packs, plus another twenty filled with alkaline ashes.

"Ok, let's examination one of these out."Noah took one of the extra squares, filled it with ash, tied it off, and threw it at a nearby boulder. The slime tegument held together while being handled and thrown, but upon striking a hard surface, it burst open and sprayed its contents in all management."Perfect !"

"So we're going to hurl these things ?"Tin asked.

"That's right. This lye isn't very impregnable, so it doesn't do much to skin, but if it gets into your eyes or you breathe it in, you'll go down. All we have to do is hit our foe in the cheek and they won't stand a fortune. Now, I know we're both tired, but we still have a few minute of daylight left. Let's work on a couple early direction to improve our situation, and tomorrow, we'll foreland for the nearest town."

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They departed the side by side morning at dawn, wanting to get an early start. They were traveling at a faster pace than before, mainly because there were no longer striver in tow. The two gymnastic horse the dealer had ridden were no longer walking alongside the waggon, but were now helping to overstretch it. With the spider silk Noah had collected and wood from the forest, he managed to make spare harnesses so that they were leading. The horses moved in a calm trot, nothing compared to the railcar from Noah's previous lives, but fast enough to possibly outrun an untrained man.

For Noah, this was a scenery he was familiar in. He had fought in numerous warfare and seen countless post-apocalyptic worlds, living through one anarchic hellscape after another. He was familiar with the pauperism to spring up eyes in the backrest of his head, to bear foe at all metre.

"headmaster !"Tin exclaimed.

"Yeah, I see them."

Swarming from the incline were a ring of wolves, each one almost as turgid as the sawhorse pulling the Dipper, but Noah had planned for this. He handed the reins to Tin who whipped the horses into a full gallop. He took out his bow and began launching arrows. most of these arrow, he had made himself. He had to step on it them, so they weren't his best workplace, but they got the job done for short-range encounters.

The wolves dodged the arrows as they charged, but it managed to spook them into moving around back to tone-beginning from the rear end. Noah climbed into the wagon and stared them down through the open back. Changing their attack slant had momentarily slowed them down, but they'd catch up in seconds and flank them. Noah tossed a bundle of ramification and greens out of the back of the police wagon, but they were more than they appeared. It was actually a net with thorny bushes and bristles woven in. The net was dragged behind the Plough, and the masher that stepped on it cried out as their paws were spiked with sharp seed seedpod. Those who were injured gave up the chase, while the rest of the pack learned and split up to forfend the net.

Before they could leave his persuasion, Noah opened up the gun barrel of slime and began throwing them. Even if the lowly fauna didn't make a direct hit, they exploded like water balloons. The acid splashed on the wolves, who instinctively knew that slimes were to be avoided. The pack realized that this prey wasn't worth all of the trouble and gave up. One threat had been neutralized, giving them time to breathe, but it didn't end there.

Bears and early afforest brute would pop up every now and then and necessitate to be dispatched by arrows. The tiny bolts couldn't do much damage, but the infliction would make the beasts reevaluate whether or not to continue attacking. Any fiend he managed to drink down, he would reap for parts. With Tin controlling the horses, he would figure out in the wagon, removing skin, teeth, electronic organ, and anything that looked valuable or useful. Every now and then, they'd even stop so that he could collect medicinal plants and mushroom-shaped cloud. But the more he fought, the more Noah realized how unprepared his physical structure was for all this. He was hefty and impregnable, and had lifetimes of combat experience, but his hands hadn't built up a bed of calluses that a native of these dry land would have. Every fourth dimension he gripped his sword, he could feel blister forming on his palm.

Then, in the good afternoon, the next challenge revealed itself. In the space, a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lay across the road. A rider on hogback might be able to pass over it, but never a Big Dipper like this. Whether or not it had fallen naturally, Noah knew who would use this opportunity.

"Tin, stop the wagon."They came to arrest a hundred G from the tree."Turn the gymnastic horse around. If I die, ride back the way we came. halt at the waterfall until someone uses this road and then travel with them."

"passkey, are you sure about this ?"she asked with her basset cad eyes.

"I've handled worse."

He got off the Big Dipper with his steel in hand, and on his arm, a shield made from the carapace of the spider he had killed. He was wearing one of the hard worker traders'coating, the closemouthed he could get to leather armor, and he also had his satchel, filled with lye parcel. Rather than approach the tree diagram, he dove into the woods. If there were any goblins in hiding, he'd flank them. As he approached the barrier, he spotted them, hiding behind the tree diagram. They were the size of children, but with projecting stomachs and green skin. Their ear and noses were pointed, their faces overall barely even humanoid. They were armed with swords and curtain call, likely stolen from slain traveler.

He closed in on the number one one, his footfall giving him away and causing it to screech in alarm clock. Noah dispatched it with a vacillation of his brand, overpowering its try to elude and lopping off the top of its skull. The others, alarmed by the death of their comrade, turned their care to Noah and attacked. They launched their arrows, albeit with shoddy aim, but it forced Noah to duck for cover. He pulled out one of his lye pack, focused on a goblin with a bow, and threw it like a baseball game. The small pack nailed it between the oculus and exploded. The goblin took an instinctive breath in, and then immediately screamed in agony. Not only were its fistula and lungs filled with lye, but it had gotten into his eyes, leaving it blinded.

The way it shrieked was cipher LE than unnerving. It was like a baby crying, it racked the mind and made even Noah squeamish. The goblins, hearing those screams, became frightened. This was a fell world, and life in the woods, every day was a bloody fight for survival. But none of them had suffered or seen individual suffer a human body wound and make that variety of noise.

Noah gave them no clip to gather their courage. He dealt with the early goblin archers the same way, leaving them howling in excruciation. With their long-range plan of attack neutralized, he closed in. The remaining goblins tried to put up a fight, but he slaughtered them with gruesome hacks and stabs. His spider buckler fractured whenever he blocked a vacillation, but it held together long enough to kill them all. These goblins probably ambushed their fair game, catching them by surprisal to arrive at up for their faint bodies, but once they lost that advantage, they were easy to toss of.

He was closing in on the concluding one, slightly larger than the others and armed with a club. It growled and made a wide-cut jive. Noah didn't try to block and step back out of the giant's orbit, then swung down his sword and cleaved the goblin's head open. To his soreness, line of descent splattered across his case and got into his eye. He rubbed it out until he could see, then nearly staggered, hit with a sudden fatigue.

"What the fuck ? That fight must suffer taken more out of me than I thought."He pushed through the sudden weight and returned to the road. It was exhausting work, but he moved the tree out of the way."Tin, come on through !"

The Charles's Wain approached and stopped where the tree diagram had lain, but there was a flavor of muddiness on Tin's face."Master, where are you ?"

"What are you talking about ? I'm decent here."

muddiness turned to fear, Tin beginning to panic."Master, I can't see you anywhere !"

Noah couldn't understand. He was standing right in front end of the horses. He walked over and grabbed her arm."Tin, I'm standing right beside you."

touch her just made her yelp in surprise."I still can't see you ! What's going on ?"

That's what he would like to know. Was something affecting her vision ? Maybe she had been hit with some sort of goblin attack, or it was an illness, either a disease or some kind of toxicant from something in the forest.

"Tin, look around. How is your vision ?"

"It's exquisitely, I can see everything clearly ! But I can't see you !"Was he the problem ? He could see himself just fine. Damn it, his eye was still itching from the blood. He rubbed it with his laurel wreath and Tin gave another yelp of surprisal."Master, you're back !"

"I was here all this ti—"He stopped, noticing something. His fatigue was gone. It had disappeared just as suddenly as it showed up. The finale metre he felt it was when he first woke up in this world. His eye… It had been itching as well. He rubbed left eye again, and Tin once again freaked out."Tin, can you see me ?"

"No, it's like you vanished into thin air !"

That fatigue, he was feeling it again. He stepped back and began kicking around leaves and dirt."Can you see this ?"

"See what ?"

Well, that answered that enquiry. For some rationality, the fatigue seemed to heighten when he did that. He rubbed his eye again, and from the look on Tin's face, she appeared to be able to see him again."What happened to the road ?"she asked."It just suddenly changed when you reappeared."

Noah put his handwriting over his eye again, not rubbing it, but just covering it. He repeated the experiment, making a mess of the road."Can you see any divergence in the route ?"

"No."He covered his eye once more, and she nodded her head."Yes, now I see."

"So when I disappear, you can't see what I do to the road, but when I reappear it suddenly changes, right ?"

"Yeah, sort of like flipping a page. Master… I think you're using witching !"

"illusion ? No, that doesn't make gumption. My parents were normal, I haven't even studied any kind of magic."

"That's the only if matter it can be. But I've never heard of magic that could make masses disappear like that."

"I'm not disappearing, I think I'm becoming inconspicuous. It's… an illusion. I'm creating an illusion that makes me invisible… and when I alter something around me, it expands the magic trick to hide the change I've made until I release it."He covered his eye and felt the fatigue, then, covered it once more and it stopped."Covering my eye is the initiation that activates it."

He then remembered his final consequence with Lindsey. He had covered his leftfield eye because the sun was blinding him, and he woke up in this world in that same berth. His glitchy reincarnation, it hadn't just preserved his body at this age, it gave him some kind of legerdemain. Maybe it was the magical itself that caused the error, the magic present in this new world.

"Tin, do they sustain any kind of Word for the energy used for legerdemain ? I feel like something is draining out of me when I use it."

"They call it mana."

‘ You have got to be kidding me.'“ Let's see what happens when I cover my early eye."

The moment he attempted it, he fell to his knee, almost blacking out."Master !"Tin exclaimed. She climbed down and helped him to his feet.

"So, you can see me. That means I didn't turn invisible. But something clearly happened, or at least, tried to happen. I have a different magical spell in each eye, but not enough mana to use the second one. It must be like a muscle. I have to school it to increase my staying power.

Anyway, let's get out of here before the smell of those hob attracts wolves."

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The following day, while Tin took town the tripwires set around their makeshift encampment, Noah was busy experimenting with his legerdemain. He had come across a giant wanderer, draining the blood from a captured rabbit. As he approached, Noah covered his eye and cast his illusion. His feet on the underbrush, it should receive given him away, but the spider didn't seem to notice. He decided to lay down more noise, picking up a joint and snapping it, but still, the spider didn't seem to note.

"Over here."

Finally, the spider spun around, its black eyes searching for the rootage of the noise. It seemed that his illusion also concealed speech sound, but not his phonation. Maybe because he intended for his voice to be heard ? He had been casting his magic spell on and off since he discovered it, to try and get a better feel of his mana. He couldn't properly emphasis himself since he needed to save his strength for when he needed it, but he was starting to sense the flow.

He drew his blade, a new one. After the fight with the goblins, he had taken their weapons, and despite being slightly rusty due to inadequate care, they were higher calibre than the tinny machete that Noah had been using until now. He now carried a Medieval-style longsword, a short brand, and his knife. He came up with placement with cerebration of ancient samurai, who carried a katana, a wakizashi, and a tanto dagger.

He reached out with his longsword and used it to lift a nearby bush. The spider didn't see or discover anything. Noah could feel it, his mana flowing through his sword towards the bush, enveloping it in the illusion. He focused on the energy running through his arm and tried to slow the flow, to keep on it from moving beyond his brand. It was exceedingly difficult, like trying to deform a muscle he had never used before. It reminded of him of all the years he spent as a newborn, when his muscle tissue was just slightly tougher than gelatine. He tempered his external respiration, driving out all distractions from his creative thinker, and soon, he could feel the flow of his mana, like he had grabbed a hold of it.

He pulled it back, leaving the steel enveloped, but this time, when he rustled the bush, the spider raised his movement legs and bared its fang, believing an creature to be causing the disturbance. Noah slowly approached and tapped one of the spider's raised ramification with his sword. It hissed in fury and swung at something it could not see. The illusion could obturate strait from reaching his foeman, but it couldn't erase the sensation of touch modality, so he couldn't just change state invisible and thrust somebody without them feeling it.

There was something else he noticed. When he was inconspicuous, he could sense the mana in others. Tin had very little, likely a sign that she had no affinity for conjuring trick, probably a reason why she ended up a slave. The monsters had even less, but not all of them. Lone wolves without mob and many spider, they seemed to be shrouded in mana. He didn't get the impression that they could use magic, more like it clung to them, like an odor. What made them so special ?

This was just another motion that Noah chalked up to something he'd learn later. For now, he should just continue utilizing his deception to its full potency. The wanderer had its precaution raised, but couldn't horse sense the presence of anyone or anything nearby, so it could do nothing to hold back Noah from ending its life. He harvested what he needed from the consistence and then returned to camp.

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It was a sweet relievo to Noah and Tin when they finally left the forest. After two days of repeated lying in wait by predators and hob, the sea of tree that flanked them on either side were replaced with open grass, fields where Fannie Farmer and their hard worker were planting harvest. The route became more undifferentiated, receiving Sir Thomas More maintenance due to the growth in traffic. In the length, they saw the town, Clive, as Tin called it. It was surrounded by a log fencing to hold the monsters out. It reminded him of the colonial village museum from his fifth-grade field tripper. The creek from their waterfall camp joined into the river that flowed beside the town.

Guards in cheap leather armor with a few metallic element home were manning the logic gate, and they stopped Noah and Tin as they approached. One of them looked over the horses and the wagon with a suspicious eye.

"These belong to Garrow and his men. How did you occur by them ?"

"Were you close with Garrow ?"

"No."

Noah slipped the man a few bronze coins, while hoping that they were actually Charles Frederick Worth something that he wasn't trying to bribe him with pocket variety."Then I suppose you're mistaken, right ?"

Seeming satisfied, the guard pocketed the money and then waved them in and Noah and Tin entered the townspeople. For Noah, it was like he had traveled back in metre to Medieval Europe. Peasants walked the muddy road, street vendors tried to betray their wares, and the air stank beyond all de***********ion. The buildings were brick and wood, only a few of them more than two stories, with their window using blurred methamphetamine.

"What do we do now ?"Tin asked.

"We're going to sell this Charles's Wain, everything in it, and the horses. That guard recognized them, so others may as well. Plus, I can protect a stack of coins amend than this onus of skin. We can just buy replacements if we need them."They rode past a mendicant lying in the street and Noah brought the horses to a block."You there, where can I find a artillery trader ?"

The barbate man pointed a shaking finger to the eastern United States. Noah didn't thank him, but tossed him a copper coin. They turned down one of the eastern streets and a preindication caught Noah's eye. It had an anvil with two cross blade in front line of it like a crest. They stopped the wagon outside and Noah disembarked.

"expression after the Wagon. This lieu is probably crawling with thieves, so be wary."

She was armed with a dagger and he had faith in her competence. He stepped into the depot, with a Alexander Graham Bell ringing above his headway from the door opening and closing. This stock was made of brick in order to fall the flack peril due to the forge in binding. numerous weapons were put on display, from steel to halberds. Back in his former lives, Noah could throw bought a damascus brand online for $ 60 that would put these to shame, but these would suffice.

He also paid attention to the toll in ordination to figure out the rate of spiritual rebirth for money. The issue were drawn a bit differently from past worlds, but they appeared to have the same values. From what he could separate, ten copper coins equaled a bronze, ten bronze equaled a ash grey, and ten silver for a gold. The metric function scaling made it easiest for Noah to compare them to US buck, but from what era ? There was a suit of armour selling for two gold coins, about two thousand dollars. But was that two thousand dollars back in the Old West ? Or was that two thousand one dollar bill in the 21st century, after Thomas More than a hundred year of inflation ? He couldn't even tell whether the price were good or not. This was either all not bad equipment at a high monetary value or garbage sold to beginners and cheapskates, or even just junk the possessor was asking the synodic month for to try and rip Noah off.

A man appeared from a back way and stood behind a counter. He was a keen bear of a man, buff and dirty from a animation spent standing over an incus. Seeing Noah's innovative clothes, unease crossed his font."Can I help you ?"

"Do you buy artillery as well as sell them ?"

"Only as long as they incorporate metal. I don't buy bows or staffs."

"Perfect."Noah returned to the police wagon outside and retrieved an armful of weapons looted from dead hobgoblin. He stepped back inside and laid them out on the memory tabulator."What can I get for all of these ?"

There were four short swords, two longswords, six dagger, three spears, and an axe. The blacksmith raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at the size of the haulage, but otherwise maintained a poker face for the sake of business enterprise. He examined each weapon, making exaggerated grunts and sigh over every cow chip and sign of rust.

"This is mostly garbage. I can buy them for one silver."

"That's a bad joke. That's less than a bronze coin per weapon. You're selling daggers for three bronze each. septenary silver."judgment by the Price of the showing bit, that was Sir Thomas More than the blacksmith could sell them for, and while he would have liked to go higher, the blacksmith was really low-balling him.

"That's ridiculous. My merchandise hasn't been dragged through the woods. Yours has. I'll have to spend all night polishing and sharpening these to throw them suitable of being put on display. Two silver."

"farewell them as is and then chalk down the terms. You can sell them to some freshman warriors as training gear. Six silver."

"I can't come anywhere near that. The best I can do is two silver and five bronze."

"You can always just invent them into something new and betray at a in high spirits price. Four silver."

"You think you're the only one marketing weapons by the arm-load ? heap of explorer come in here to dump what they found in some goblin tunnel. Scavenged swords are hardly rarified on the mart. Two silver gray and seven bronze. That's like final offer."

‘ So, ‘ adventurer'is a terminal figure used here. It probably applies to monster hunters and the like.'“ How about this : my axe, plus two obelisk, in rally for that nicer axe up on the wall ? Everything else, you buy at one-half for what you're selling their vis-a-vis for. That's ten bronze for the short swords, another ten for the long swords, four and half bronze for the daggers, and another four and one-half for the fishgig. That's right around three silver."

The blacksmith gave a seeing red. Three Ag, such a bout, whole number. It was five bronze above what he could get if he sold the weapons for half price, but his inner-perfectionist didn't want to elaborate it with a belittled requital. Had Noah planned that from the beginning ? Either way, he felt like he was stuck on those three silver coins like a ship hitting a reef.

"amercement, three silver."

"Deal."He and Noah shook hands and Noah received the three coins and the axe."I also have another thing outside that you might be worry in. Follow me."He led the blacksmith out into the street and showed him the tripwire peal in the backbone of the wagon.

"What is it ?"

"A tripwire arrangement, offering a century curtilage of protective covering. Any monster that touches it makes the metallic element alarms jingle. It's so loud that even the idle can pick up it. I'll deal it for three bronze and the small shell you had in the corner. It's got to be Worth that in materials alone."

"Fine, but only to get rid of you. You're exhausting."

The deal was struck and Noah and Tin set off with a much lighter paddy wagon. The axe Noah had gotten was a orotund one, perfect for chopping both Tree and monster. The carapace he now wore on his arm was only around the size of it of a dinner party plate, but that worked for him. It was solid enough to stop a stroke from a steel and it wouldn't hamper his apparent movement. The tripwire was a bit atrocious to lose, but once they sold the wagon, they would induce ended up carrying it with them.

With directions from many of the townspeople, they sold and traded their merchandise. The blacksmith wouldn't buy the bows, but Noah found another weapon system dealer who allowed him to trade up to a much proficient firearm and a quiver of good-quality arrows. After that, the medicinal herbaceous plant and mushrooms were bought by an herbalist, the wolf pelts went to a leatherworker in substitution for some armor and a unassailable packsack, and the clothes and bags were traded at the garment shop for some new outfit and a instant backpack. Due to the weird looking at he was getting, Noah was aware that his modern clothes made him stand out. They were too valuable to get rid of or deal, so he simply packed them away and donned the apparel of the countryside.

He ditched the sever principal of the slave dealer into someone's pig pen and the hogs went to townsfolk. From asking around, it seemed that the Garrow fellow he killed wasn't the wanted criminal he had hoped for. It was a ignominy there was no bounty to pick up, especially after three days of putting up with the aroma of those heads.

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The owner of an adventurer's shop yelped in pain from the lye touching his skin. He sold traveling and survival of the fittest gear, such as Mexican valium, candles, dried rations, and other oddity to help traveller pull through the beast dwelling outside man's domain. Now he was buying the last of Noah's haul, including the clay of respective spiders and the barrel of slime. A tryout had been essential to win over him of the lye's ability.

"So ? What do you think ? heptad bronze and everything's yours."

"I can do five bronze, but only because you actually have living slimes. I've never seen them captured like this !"

"No, no, I can't do five…"Noah pretended to be lost in cerebration."Do you trade mapping ?"

"We do."

"I want two maps, one of the land and one of the area. Throw those in and I can go down to five."

"For two maps added, the right I can do is three and a half bronze."

"Four bronze and you won't have to grapple with me for the rest period of the day."

"Deal."

With that, Tin and Noah left, having sold everything they deemed not worth carrying. The wagon and horses had already been exchanged for some adorable amber coins, so now they lived carrying everything they owned. Tin was in a beneficial temper, now wearing proper clothes and footwear. She looked nada like the striver girl that Noah had met when he first came to this world. One might look at her and not even think she was a slave.

The sun had almost set, but they made their way to their final stop, an inn known as the Old Wineskin. It was busy inside, the air stinking of pipe skunk, ale, and piteous hygiene, and the floor creaking under countless pairs of shifting boots. The hostess, a large cleaning lady looking like she birthed fry by the bedding material, greeted them at the door from behind a movement desk.

"Are you here to eat or to slumber ?"she asked.

"Both. What are your rates ?"

"cinque copper coins a night for one room. For ten, you also get firewood, a hot Bath, and two square meal a day for one person."

Noah counted up the coins for him and Tin and stacked them on the table."We'll look at the broad parcel for three nights."

The woman handed him an Fe key."Take a stern in the dining elbow room wherever you like and I'll bring you the house special."

Noah led Tin through the crowd of drunken villagers, both of them on the spotter for pickpockets. Every man in the bar looked either like a Viking or the sort of guy that Vikings typically killed, all of their clothes made of either wool, linen, or animal hide. Any adult female were either travelers huddled together, or doxy sitting across the laps of their drunk guest and laughing at every bad gag as they waited for the inebriant to take its cost.

Noah and Tin found a small tabular array near the fireplace and took their seating room with Noah warning Tin to put her bag directly under the table.

"This townsfolk is just as I expected,"he said.

"Is something ill-timed, Master ?"

"No, everything is fine. I rather like the atmosphere here, the feel of it."

He had seen plenty of Ithiel Town that been knocked out of the modern age in his previous life history, usually due to some kind of apocalyptic event or because it was in a third-world country, but none of them had the Medieval EU aura like in fantasy books and movies. For all of his life experience, this was something he was gladiola to finally be able to scotch off his list.

"So we're going to quell here for three days ? Then what ?"

"I'm not trusted yet. I don't have enough information. I want to know more about this rural area, about the former res publica. I want to see what I can make of myself and what will dedicate me the best chance of survival. But for now, I want to catch one's breath up for a few days and determine what I can about the area."

He took out the map he had bought and looked them over. Their quality was just as he expected from a Medieval society. The map of the Algata responsibility showed the towns around Clive, as well as dim rivers and spate, but there was no graduated table for referencing space and none of the roads were labeled. The national map was no better, but it did key out the self-aggrandizing town and the capital of Uther near the southerly coast. It was unvoiced to influence the size of it of the country, but it was probably somewhere between England and Texas.

rightfulness now, what he needed to solve on was a backstory. True, this was not a nation with an educated populace, but Noah was still unknowledgeable of the culture and life-style, something that would require eld to view up on. If he claimed to be from somewhere but failed to answer a question that any aborigine would know, it would urinate him attend suspicious. In his past lives, his backstory would return itself, just like everyone else, and as an adult, when he needed an alias, he could easily craft a new one using his noesis of the humankind. He had been forced to conceal in early nation and take on new identity element in preceding life history, but this was a whole new ballgame.

The hostess arrived with wooden trays and beer visage. The business firm special was a trough of meat and veggie fret and a biscuit, with a pint of the local ale to wash it down with. Noah didn't even want to imagine how a wellness inspector would react to seeing the kitchen and how the intellectual nourishment was prepared, but after three Day of nothing but rock-hard scratch and dried meat that was little to a greater extent than salted leather, he ate greedily.

Tin, however, stared at her food."Master, is it really ok for me to eat this ? I need only rubbish to survive. master copy doesn't need to be so generous in buying me such grand food."

"You've done everything I've told you to do and have yet to let down me. You deserve to eat proper meals. Besides, I need you strong and healthy so you can continue to attend me."

She bowed her head with her berm trembling."Thank you, Master."

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The room they were renting was awfully stark, just a bed with some itchy blankets and a open fireplace. There was also a table with a lone candle and a pitcherful of water. Firewood had already been delivered. As Tin lit the candle, Noah began moving around the room, knocking on the rampart, flooring, and ceiling, searching for any secret doors or spyhole. For all he knew, there could be the great unwashed watching them, waiting for them to come asleep and then rob them, or worse. He once made the mistake of spending the night in a boondocks motel that was run by a in series killer. The apartment tire within walking distance should receive warned him, but he refused to believe the cliché.

"You get a fervency started while I look around. Don't open the travelling bag or reveal any of your belongings until I get back, and move the bed against the door."

He was sure for the near part that no one was listening or watching them at the moment, but that might be temporary. He wanted to check the inn itself. But on the off hazard that someone was managing to avoid his sleuthing, he didn't want to set off his magic. He left the room and locked the door behind him. There were room on either position and across the hall, but they would come later. He went downstairs, maneuvering through the crowd and stepping outside into the dark street. The town was clearing out, everyone heading habitation or to whatever place they slept on.

Noah walked down the street, and as planned, he sensed a shadower behind him. He stepped behind the nearby meatman shop and laid in wait. His pursuer, knife in hand, entered the alley. He never even saw Noah, certainly didn't see his hand aiming for his Adam's Apple. A whole blow ripped the air from the man's lungs and sent him to his knees, unable to even scream in agony. He dropped his tongue and Noah got him into a throttlehold, lifting him back onto his feet.

"You weren't following me before we reached the inn, I certainly would have noticed you, so that means you didn't see me with Garrow's wagon and horses. Either soul who did see me put you up to this, or you're just going after me because I look like an slowly mark. So, which is it ?"

"Eat shit, you damn kid !"the man gargled. He tried to give up himself from the choke coil hold, but Noah just tightened his handgrip. He couldn't see anything, no matter where he looked.

Noah took out his tongue and held it under the man's eye. The blade was inconspicuous like Noah, but the man could find the sword threatening to pierce the pelt of his lower lid."If you want to save yourself, start talking. I can hit you beg for your life and then beg for death in a subject of seconds."

"This is just what I do, kindling ! I wait for pieces of trash playing adventurer to make a ill-timed turn and then I take everything that they have !"

"Is there anyone else or do you run alone ? You really don't want to lie to me."

"I don't need help."

Noah put his knife away."Clearly, you do."For the briefest bit, the man felt Noah's clench on him loosen, thinking he was going to be let go. Instead, Noah grabbed his head word and snapped his neck.

Noah searched the corpse for anything of time value and dumped it in the river beside the village. He then returned to the inn and searched the outside. He had measured the distance from the window to the niche of his room, and, assuming that all the suite were the same size and like configuration, there didn't appear to be any false bulwark that someone could shroud in.

With his head game still combat-ready, he went inside the inn and maneuvered through the crowds, this metre putting all of his exertion into not bumping up against anyone. He checked the thickness of the floor and roof of each floor and found no anomalies. His mana was starting to run out, so he had to hurry with the last step. He returned to the floor of his elbow room and listened to the surrounding doors.

Behind the threshold across the hall, he could get a line two female explorer talking, making architectural plan for the comply day. In the room to the leftfield of his, he could pick up a man sharpening his sword. The room to the right wing was soundless. From his scoop, Noah drew a length of telegram. It was originally part of the grip of one of the steel he had sold, but he took it before taking it out of the wagon. Lockpicking had been a skill of his respective lifetimes ago, so he was a slight rusty. Regardless, he managed to open the door and peeked in, seeing the one inhabitant sleeping.

Noah ended his hunt. He now felt like he could truly make relaxed. He returned to the door of his room."Tin, it's me,"he said while knocking.

He could hear the bed, used as a barricade, being moved aside, and Tin opened the doorway."Is everything ok ?"

"Yeah, I think we're safe."

They both stepped into the room and released their support breaths upon the door culmination. Finally, they could let down their sentry duty, at to the lowest degree for the most part.

"Ok, let's go over the money we collected."

On the table with the lone candle, he spread out the coins from their sales. There was a great bit of silver coins, tidy sum of bronze, and various copper, as well as some atomic number 79."With all of this, we can stay at this inn for as long as we want. But for now, let's work on keeping it safe."

The copper coins would be kept in two of the three snake wallets, as bait or a decoy against pickpocket. The third pocketbook held the bronze coins and hung around Tin's neck. As the for the silver grey and atomic number 79 coins, Tin worked with Noah beside the ardour to hide them in his wearing apparel and possessions, such as the lining of his jacket and the straps of his backpack.

Soon after they were done, there was a belt at the door."Here with your bathwater !"a fille de chambre announced.

Noah let her in and she placed a wooden tub on the floor, filled with steaming piss and some rags. In this world, it seemed like exterior of swimming, the merely way to observe even remotely fresh was with a simple slipstream cloth. Noah tipped her and she departed.

"Good, I've needed this,"he said.

As he and Tin stripped down, she approached him."captain, please let me wash you."

"What ? You didn't do that before."

There was a desperate play in her eyes."Something which I beg your forgiveness for. I must record my gratitude for your kindness."

"You don't owe me anything for treating you like a person."

She embraced him from behind."It is my obligation to service my skipper. Please, grant me to continue not disappointing you."

"I never said you couldn't do it. I appreciate your efforts."

She made a little interference of relief, almost like a crown of thorns between a laugh and a gasp."Please take a seat."

Noah sat on the foot of the bed and Tin retrieved some of their leftover liquid ecstasy, then brought to tub next him. She kneeled before him and wetted the front of her dead body with one of the rags, then with the soap, lathering up her breasts and between her thighs. He could tell apart she was excited. Despite her perpetually expressionless face, he could see the small curling of her brim, the shimmer in her eyes, augury of joy. It was an ironic compounding ; she, having never known delight from contact with a man, and he, so numb that impinging with a womanhood was one of the hold out few things that could give him pleasure.

She began by taking one of the washcloths and scrubbing Noah's legs, trying to take out the sweat and dirt from their days in the forest. Then, her breathing would deepen, and she'd start rubbing her chest up against him, grinding against him like a exotic dancer rod. Her chest were far from ample, due to her harsh life sentence and pitiable diet, but what softness there was, she used to delight Noah. She made sure he felt every cubic centimeter of fat, as if the volume of her titty equaled her loyalty.

She washed off the goop and then got on the bed to repeat the process on his blazonry. Her cause gave him an amused grinning. With her interior thigh nice and sudsy, she'd range his hands, letting him cup her womanhood in his laurel wreath and feel how wet she was. She was beginning to puff and whimper, her lustfulness building up in her. Her frenetic breaths in his spike was likewise getting him worked up. He had a few ex-girlfriends that would give him this treatment.

"Tell me, have you done this before or is this an approximation you came up for me ?"

"This is new. I've never felt so much gratitude to my master before."

She moved behind him and scrubbed his back, then began smooshing her breasts against him in sweeping motions. It reminded him of washing windows. While she grinded on his back, she washed his chest and her hands naturally fell to his throbbing humanity. She stroked it lovingly, as if wanting to memorise every contingent. She started rubbing against him with more power and jacking him off. Despite Noah being on the receiving end, Tin's efforts were making her breathe heavily with an aroused whine passing her lips. The smell of her tit on his spinal column and her masterful stroking were also getting to Noah. Even with all of his sexual experience, he always enjoyed a lilliputian foreplay.

He didn't bother trying to resist and simply ejaculated, while behind him, Tin shuddered as if having a coming of her own. She greedily licked his cum off her hand and then got off the bed, kneeling before him once again. Her gaze, full-of-the-moon of drunken lust, was glued to his semi-flaccid humanity in the aftermath of its eruption.

"headmaster, you're so dirty. Let me clean you."

She began sucking on his member with godly dedication. Every drib of cum, she slurped off while savoring the perceptiveness of his fret. Like the former night, she paid attention to his balls, either massaging them while his stopcock plunged into the profoundness of her throat, or sucking on them and rolling them around her mouth while she jacked him off.

"My, my, you sure do enjoy servicing me, don't you ?"

She looked up at him, a buckle down both to him and to her desires."Yes, Master. My consistency feels so lots gratitude for you."She couldn't resist, she started playing with herself."Especially down here."

She stood up and he allowed her to get on his lap, shuddering in bliss as she felt him enter her. She was so wet, his cock sliding against her intimate flesh without any resistance. There was no hesitation in any of Tin's motility, she didn't need to adapt her position or let her body become accustomed to the feeling of being penetrated. As soon as she was down to the al-Qaida, she began bouncing on his hammer at full speed.

Noah laid back with his manpower gripping her ass. The effort she was putting in was commendable, she was fucking him like a pornstar. Her moans of cloud nine, she didn't bother trying to hold back them. She let her phonation ring out, escaping their elbow room and being heard by everyone in the inn. She cried out like she was being stabbed, but to her, it felt like Noah was going no less deep. She was putting all of her strength into keeping up this rhythm, dropping all her weight onto Noah's lap so that he could truly explore her physical structure. She couldn't allow him to exert himself. There were no theater to wreak, no stock to take care of. She couldn't battle, couldn't hunt, couldn't do anything to riposte her captain for the kindness he had shown her. All she could do was propose her torso for his enjoyment, to cave in him something to loose his desires on.

But her strength was fading fast. Despite her exploit, Noah wasn't giving in. In fact, he decided to fight back. He retrieved one of the damp washcloths and wiped the grievous bodily harm off her white meat, making her nipples become tumid. He then sat up and began running his lingua and lips across her skin, kissing her areola and sucking on their bill. He often pulled his rima oris away to join with hers, kissing her with skill she could only call art. preferably than letting her continue bouncing, he implemented his own proficiency. Cupping her tight ass in his custody, he began gyrating her hips in one direction while he moved in the antonym direction. Now, instead of doing recollective, deep diagonal, his cock was stirring up the depths of her muliebrity like he was whisking some scrambled nut.

The two-fold attack, they were more than Tin could bear."victor ! Ah ! original !"she moaned.

She held onto his shoulders as a wave of sexual climax rushed through her, soaking Noah's lap in her arousal. Noah fell back, this time while pulling Tin down with him. Tin, lying across his bureau, was given no time to stay. He lifted her hips up and began bucking his own, driving up into her at maximum speed and depth. His ravishment on her, there was no ruthlessness to it, but it was so unassailable that Tin wondered if she had done something to enrage him. She felt no pain, but if any other man tried to do this, she would be suffering beyond words. It was his acquisition and experience, she could palpate it with every movement he made. He knew exactly what to do to not cause any harm, despite the saturation itself leaving her on the verge of blacking out.

"Master, it feels too serious ! You're going to break me !"

"Hold on, I'm almost there."

She held onto him for dear spirit, as if a tornado had ripped off the roof of the inn and was threatening to rend her up into the sky. Soon, the tempest passed, and Tin felt that concluding thrust and Noah emptying himself into her. The sensation of her schoolmaster's seed flooding her woman, the heat of it inside her, it made her moan a single crystal-clear promissory note, like a fowl vociferation. Then, she collapsed on top of him, using the last of her strong suit to run kisses across his pectus.

"Master, when you wanted to know the area and me and some former slave raised out hands… thank you for choosing me."Noah didn't say anything. He knew that this was a place that one couldn't simply respond with ‘ you're welcome ’. Yet after so many life-time, he still didn't know what the right response was."And at the waterfall… thank you for letting me stay by your side."

Then, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, snuggled on his chest like a cat.

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The cockcrow of the next day found Noah roaming the village. Before he made any determination, he wanted to have it off what this town had to offer, what endeavors it could support. According to the maps he bought, Baron Clive was far away from the Nation's capital, out in the boondocks, but it appeared to consume a stiff economy, with many professions one might not require in such a raspy expanse, like a gold and silversmith. In fact, it seemed to expand on tourism, but no one would ever follow out here on vacation. It was because of the natural resources.

So far, Baron Clive of Plassey had some farm land and a river for nutrient, as well as the immense forest for lumber, but its top commodity was monsters. As Noah explored the Ithiel Town, he saw numerous venturer buying food and supplies before going off to hound and pucker. In the early seventeenth century, the fur trade exploded in EC, sending multitudinous men out into the wilderness of Siberia and the Americas to observe their fortune. Here, the principal was the like. fur were in demand in the big cities, but almost of the monsters had been wiped out around the more populated country, so adventurers spread out to the countryside to hunt and sell their snatch, and where there is an exploitable resource, you can chance capitalists looking for citizenry with money burning a hole in their pockets.

His search brought him to the local apothecary, where legion pots and jounce adorned the walls on shelves while different works were hung to dry smash. He recognized several plant, but many were new to him. An old woman ran the shop, watching Noah like a hawk through the sess coming from her pipe. It filled the air, along with various unlike kinds of incense. No sun was allowed in, so as to preserve the plant life and potions on display.

"Anything I can help oneself you retrieve ?"

"Do you have potions to avail restore mana ?"

"Yes. I sell them in three timber at a price of five, ten, and twenty dollar bill bronze coins, but you have to buy the bottle as well if you don't have any of your own. Look to the shelf behind you, the grim potions."

He examined the ampule, three bottle cork bottles with blue liquids, each one a different shade. There was no telling how useful they were. He didn't make love how a lot mana they could fill again, compared to the sum of mana he had within him. And the color shade, was that because of the presence of a particular fixings that increased its potence ? Or were they just watered down ?

"What about health ?"

"The red ones, above them, and we also sell bandage. However, those are only for showing my wares. Simply tell me what you want and my granddaughter will retrieve it from the book binding room."

These potions, how did they do work ? They were clearly some kind of plant-based confection, but could there be thaumaturgy involved ? The thought of learning how to make potions appealed to him, but if it required a special kind of magic, then that programme wouldn't go anywhere.

"I'll take one of each eccentric, both mana and health. I'll buy the bottles."

The charwoman relayed the guild to someone in the cover elbow room without ever taking her optic off Noah. A young girl appeared behind the buffet, carrying a tray of six blue and red potions. Noah paid and stowed them away in his bag.

"You know, if you have trouble collecting the ingredients, I could assist in exchange for a discount."

The woman cracked a smile, seeing right through him."How nice of you to offer ! But my son does excellent work."

‘ So, she doesn't even want me to know the ingredients. Oh well, I have style of finding out.'

He left the chemist and breathed the fresh morning air. The sun had broken loose of the horizon, and while it was still early, the town of Clive was now fully bustling. He returned to the inn, where Tin was waiting in their room.

"I got the potions."

"maestro, you shouldn't bother yourself with such labor. It is my obligation to run your errands."

She was getting clingier, he had been noticing it steadily progressing. When they first met, she hardly said a Word, usually only speaking when necessary, such as to acknowledge ordering or monish him that something was attacking. As meter passed, she got more speculative, now doing whatever she could to help oneself him. The small-scale tasks, she would try to do before he could, like opening doors for him and picking up anything he reached for and handing it to him. It was starting to get annoying, such as during breakfast, when she tried to feed him like he was paralyzed from the neck down. But it made her glad, so he went along with most of it, and he appreciated her affection.

"I'd prefer to get a read on citizenry before sending you to run errands like this. I'm better at detecting scams then you are. Since I now know the Leontyne Price of the potions, I can do certainly that char at the workshop doesn't try to overcharge you."

"So what are you going to do with those potions ?"

"Now that we're finally in a dependable property, I'm going to lead off experimenting with my thaumaturgy, and I need your help for that. Because there was always the threat of monsters, I never allowed my mana to fully deplete, so now I can protrude pushing my limits a little."He pulled out the three mana potions and put them on the table."I'm going to chuck my trick and not stop until my mana is completely used up and the spell comes undone. I need you to supervise my wellness during the process."

"Master, forgive me, but I'm not a healer. I don't know how to do affair like that."

"It's easy. While I'm unseeable, I want you to confine my articulatio radiocarpea and discover my pulse while counting to a hundred over and over again until the turn breaks. If I should lose consciousness, pour one of these potions down my throat and topographic point my bridge player over my eye to puddle surely the magic spell is cancelled. Should my pulse or breathing stop, there is a process I'll have you perform called Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, or CPR for short circuit. Lie back on the bed and I'll show you how it's done."

She took the spatial relation and he leaned over her, making her breath hoo-hah. He placed his paw on the center of her chest and felt her become tense."I can feel your centre drubbing. Should mine stop, you'll want to constrict down on the nerve centre of my chest in speedy thrusts."He stacked his paw and gave a few downward shoves. The rhythm of his pushing, the way it forced her deeper into the mattress, it reminded her of something, and seeing the spirit in her eye, he knew what it was.

"You'll privation to do that thirty times. Then, you'll need to nip my olfactory organ, and blow air into my lungs."He lowered his capitulum and kissed her. She replied with exuberance, her breath now fluttering, and not because he was pinching her nose. Noah got on top of her."Of trend, when you do it, I expect you not to use so much tongue. You'll give me two deep breathes, then do another thirty compressions. Repeat the outgrowth until you feel my tenderness start. Understand ?"

"Yes, passkey,"she whispered with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"commodity. Now, to make sure I only use up my mana, I need to completely debilitate my strong-arm stamina. fear to assist me with that ?"

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To the delectation of some and the botheration of others, the speech sound of Tin's groan could be heard throughout the inn. Not only gaudy, it was incessant. digression from some short breaks, her voice continued to bounce off the walls even with the sun now at the gamey point of the day and everyone eating lunch.

On the bed in their shared room, Noah was battering Tin from behind with relentless intensity. She no longer had the military posture to even continue on all quaternity, and instead had her font pressed to the sheets, now sticky with their combined fluids. Every slam he delivered would take her cry out in euphoria. She didn't screw how many clock time he had brought her to culminate, nor how many meter she felt him swamp her body with his seed, but each outcome threatened to rob her of her awareness. Regardless, she fought through, doing everything she could to persist awake so that she could continue to please her master.

"Am I hurting you ?"It was a question that none of her previous masters had ever asked while they violated her. They didn't care about how often nuisance they inflicted on her, unless making her suffer was their goal, which it often was. To get a line it from him, such kind words, they nearly made her cry tears of joy. He asked her frequently, each prison term earning a passionate kiss from her.

He wasn't hurting her, rather, she had never felt such pleasance, but she was so stock, her trunk at its limit point. She didn't understand how it was possible for him to go so long and exercise so a great deal force out. He was far too young to give birth amassed this kind of experience. His intensity even frightened her. He acted so that she was assailed with only pleasure, but if she angered him, if the monster of sadism possessed him, could she even pull through ?

How had this all started ? What was the reason he had given ? She could barely remember, it felt like so long ago. Oh, that's right, he called it exercise. He asked it of her, but had he demanded it instead, invoked his authority as her master, she would have been no less excited. It fulfilled her, to finally be able-bodied to show her loyalty in the only way she could. He was depending on her, trusting her to fulfil his outlook, and she was ready to pay her body for that. Her muscle begged for rest, but her soul didn't want it to end. She wanted to wrap around him like a snake so that he could never leave, and instead continue using her until the end of time.

At this point, Noah had fully immersed himself in the act of passion, aware of nil but the forcible humankind. The tone of Tin's physical structure, her wetness and lenient flesh around his cock, the taste when their tongues curled around each early when they kissed, the smell of her womanly marrow as he brought her to climax, the sight of the sudor glistening on her body as he made her writhe and moan, he bathed in those maven. He felt lilliputian heart for her, but at to the lowest degree physical sensation could quench the ancient whirlpool in his mind, let him shut off his brain and truly feel again. His individual, so starved and without baring, it was like cracked desert clay now becoming fertile with the spring rains.

His physical stamen, something that Tin was ready to label as inhuman, was just as much mental as physical. With so many lifetimes'worth of experience, he knew how to work through the pain. He had felt the anguish of exertion enough meter to learn how to ignore it. He couldn't perform any dramatic feats of strength like some kind of superhero, but he knew how to properly oxygenate his blood for the maximum output and knew how a great deal strength his muscles could exert without suffering detrimental damage. He was digging down deep for strength and harnessing every large calorie and spark of Energy, and while he wasn't on the level of a muscleman, he had built his build through a workout that he had mastered over various lifetimes.

He shuddered as he emptied himself into Tin. After all this meter, he couldn't imagine having any sperm left. His soreness was approaching unbearable tier, but even though his erecting was blow over, he didn't give in. He grabbed Tin by the berm and pulled her against him, his lips joining hers. She was nearly unrestrained, acting as if on muscle retentivity when she swirled her knife around his mouth. His hands went to Ithiel Town on her, massaging her mild breasts and stirring up the cum in her twat. Tin was so tired and her throat was sore from moaning, but the way Noah tickled her clitoris and bullied her nipples, it still made her whimper in bliss.

He'd do this after every orgasm, keeping her busy while he slowly regained his hard-on. However, his manhood had thrown in the towel as his stamina hit nought. He let go of Tin and she fell back onto the bed. Her eyes were space from exhaustion, but she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, putting herself on display and letting Noah see the semen overflowing from her womanhood.

"superior, I can keep going. Please, keep using me. I'll do whatever you want me to."

"No, that's good. You were perfect. I can't even work up the strength for a one thrust."He reached into his bag and pulled out the infirm of the three healing potions. Even that task was almost beyond his reach. He might as well have just won the go de Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault."Here, drink this."She was too tired to move, so Noah put the bottle to her lips and let some dribble down her throat. She was soon revived, her consistency no longer trembling.

‘ So, racy potions restore magic stamina and red potions restore forcible stamina.'

"If you're hungry, eat fasting. I need to begin performing this experiment immediately."As he spoke, his own stomach roared like thunder. He fell back on the bed, dizzy from exhaustion.

"Master, what about you ?"

"I can't, yet. I need to measure only my mana, and if I eat or do anything to regain my physical strength, it will skew the results."

"Are you sure you want to do this ? The more you describe it, the more dangerous this seems."

"It probably is serious, but I don't know how my mana stockpile compare to an mean magic drug user my age, and this is degenerate way to increase it. Now, don't let go of my wrist joint and lead off counting as soon as I become invisible. If my nub stops or there are any signboard that my health is deteriorating, give me both a mana potion and a health potion, then perform CPR. Remember : thirty compressions and then two breaths. You got that ?"

"Yes, Master."

Noah put his hired man over his eye and disappeared in front of Tin. However, Tin could still feel him, feel his wrist in her hand and his affectionateness, and it comforted her. Upon the activation of the spell, Noah could feel his mana being depleted. It was a strange fatigue, like he was bleeding to decease. All of his mental focus was put on restricting the flowing of mana to just his body, so that nothing else would get caught in his illusion and waste mana. It was why he left the job of timekeeping to Tin.

From his experience so far, he could maintain the illusion for about three second before his motor functions declined too far for him to agitate. He didn't know if that was good or bad, but in time, he could sense that line being crossed. From there, his thinking and physical durability began a rapid decline. Noah fought with everything he had to stay conscious, even when he could no longer keep his eyes open. His consciousness soon sank into a rift where he could finger his mana continuing to eat up but couldn't find his own body.

Then, he began to feel his mana regenerating, without any sign that it was being used up. His awareness started to ripple back to life-time, and he soon opened his middle and looked at Tin, whose own were filled with relief.

"sea captain,"she whispered, clutching is hand.

"So, the spell came undone. How long did I last until that happened ?"

"I managed to weigh to a hundred almost four clip. Then when you became visible, I gave you the potion. Your centre slowed, but it didn't stop, and you kept breathing."

"So, while with my physical toughness completely drained, I can maintain the spell for about five moment before I pass out. At wax strength, I can observe it that long while still being able to fight. This is goodness, I'm in perfect condition to get the comfortably benefits for stressing my mana, and since my heart and breathing didn't blockage, I don't need to worry about suffocating. Either that potion will wear off or it'll manage to replenish all my mana, but whichever happens number 1, I'll start again immediately after."

He gave himself time for the mana to recirculate through his body. He checked his reflexes, physical strength, and mental processing. True, he felt half-dead from debilitation and sore all over, but he knew what substantial damage would feel like. Complete mana departure felt just like bleeding to destruction, so there was always the possibility that being drained of it for too long would have similar effects to his body, like blindness or muscle decease. There was no telling if the health potions could repair those kinds of injuries.

Nothing appeared to be wrong, so he returned to the bed."All right, we're going to preserve doing this."

They repeated the process over and over again. Noah would use all of his mana through his illusion, Tin would wake him up with a potion, he'd tab himself for impairment, and then they'd start all over. He sent Tin out multiple times to buy More potions for him, and they even experimented to see how much they could piss it down while still providing sufficient rejuvenation.

As the day rolled on, Noah's dead body begged for food. The grumble of his stomach and his disorientation concerned Tin, but he refused any kind of victuals, and for dear reason. Each sentence he performed the cognitive operation, he noted his mana substitute increasing. He didn't know what mana was or how he produced it, but without physical stamina to damp the shock of depletion, the informant of his mana was being stressed to its boundary, and was reaping the benefits. There were a lot of affair about mana and trick that he didn't understand, such as how fast an mortal could beef up theirs. For all he knew, he could be lagging behind in the training, but he was fairly certain that he had struck gold.

As dark fell, Tin once more arrived at their room, despondent."Please forgive me, Master. The herbalist had closed down her shop class for the nighttime and wouldn't even spread her door."

"For the best, I imagine, considering how she started throwing stuff at you live clip. We've probably bought up all the supply that she's leave to sell us."

"So what now ?"

"Now we have dinner. I think that if I pass out again, we'll have to recur to healing potions to awake me up."

"I can experience it brought up to us."

"No, let's go downstairs. I'm rather sick of this way and need some fresh air."

He tried to sit up in the bed, but even that was almost beyond him. How retentive had it been since he was this drained of strength ? There was that time when he starved to death… When was that ? Even his mind was on the verge of shutting down. He tried to get dressed, but his body wouldn't obey his will, and to his shame, Tin had to help him. It reminded him of all the metre he was in hospice, when the nursemaid had to do everything for him while he waited to die.

"Sorry,"he said.

She smiled, something she was doing Sir Thomas More and more frequently."You need not worry, original. While I was never the servant of any great nobleman, I heard that this was a duty that their maids often performed. Simply imagine that you are a slap-up viscount, or even an earl."

"What about a duke ?"he asked with a chuckle.

Having helped him put his shirt on, she leaned against his rachis."Yes. I'm sure you will someday even become a duke."

Now fully dressed, he was helped to his feet and they left the room, though he had to angle on Tin for funding. From upstairs, they could get wind the rowdyism of the guests in the dining room, singing songs and knocking their mugs together. Yet as the teens appeared and made their way to their table from the premature evening, that clamouring went died down, with all eyes on them. There was some hushed muttering, several masses whispering to their friends to enquire as to the silence. Noah and Tin took their seats, the bar as quiet as a necropolis, then the innkeeper showed up with their dinner. It was ball of meat carved from a Hugo Wolf, and Noah's portion was large than anyone else's.

"I'd say you earned it,"the large woman said coyly.

That appeared to be some kind of polarity, because a man at the bar with a beard down to his knock raised his mug."Hail to the Pres Young king ! He who could make even a succubus beg for repose !"

The bar practically exploded, with people of all ages swarming their tabular array to pat Noah on the back, congratulate him on his attainment, and beg him for advice. Many charwoman approached, flirting with Noah and inviting him to link up them for the evening. Noah even saw one female adventurer holding back her friend who was trying to border on with a hungry—or rather"thirsty"—look in her eye and a broad grinning on her face. Tin also got plenty of attention. Everyone wanted to have a go at it who was struggling to maintain up with who, which of the two was the unsatiable one. The woman who could not ensnare Noah would turn to her, asking for inside information while voicing their jealousy. In the background, the Guest began singing songs of wooing charwoman and romantic tales, with the formula activity of the bar becoming a raving party.

Noah simply sat there with an awkward smile, annoyed that his plans to keep a low profile had gone of up with smoke, but amused with the situation nonetheless. Tin, too neural and embarrassed to say anything, simply hung her head while her face turned red as a tomato.

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It was close to midnight, and Noah, having regained his strength, made his way to the dark apothecary. He carried a lantern with him, but its flaming, like Noah, was inconspicuous to anyone and anything, and the road remained as dark as it would be without his mien. He had shrouded it in his phantasy as a way to test himself. If his mana slipped, luminousness would escape. After the day's education, the mana using up was next to zilch. He had already passed the five-minute mark and didn't feeling dizzy. With a few more 24-hour interval of preparation, he might be capable to maintain the illusion for an hour or more.

He reached the entrepot and went to solve picking the lock chamber while sending his mana into the doorway. Wrapped in his illusion, the room access made no stochasticity, even when he opened it. There were a few precaution patrolling the town, but they wouldn't have noticed him, even without being unseeable. He entered the entrepot and thinned the mana around his lantern just enough to release a faint ray of light of light.

There was plenty of worthful fabric to slip, but Noah and Tin's shady behavior would have left an impression on the old woman, and she'd assume they did it. He could feature just killed her and taken whatever he wanted, even wiped out her menage to be rubber, and anyone who suspected and came after him. From the moment he discovered his magic, he had thought of all the agency he could use it, both bad and good. It would let been so well-fixed, he kept reminding himself, but that wasn't the life he wanted to live, even if it was one he would consume lived in the past.

Instead, he searched the shop for books and potion recipes, simply to memorize, rather than steal. None could be found, meaning they must stimulate been hidden elsewhere. He did get slew of compounding equipment, which he memorized in guild to replicate. Noah moved beyond the store and into the woman's house. She lived, as everyone else did in this world, rustically. All light was natural or flame-based, any solid food that could go bad was salted and kept in jars, there was no running water, and all the tools were pre-industrial. It still reeked of potions and herbs, but that smell was probably hard to confine to the shop.

He came across a enceinte wooden thorax set against the wall, and after picking the lock, got it candid, revealing his prize. The old woman's unhurt subroutine library was kept neatly arranged, all the answers Noah needed. In this world, data was as authoritative for survival as food for thought and piddle, so until society managed to invent the printing process press, books were Charles Frederick Worth their weight in atomic number 79. Despite the tantalizing knowledge at his fingertips, Noah went straight for the alchemy books. He looked up the recipes for canonical wellness and mana potions, memorizing the component and processes.

Finding satisfaction, he removed all vestige of his visit and left the apothecary.

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The arriver of the succeeding day brought Noah and Tin out to the forest to cumulate herbs and hunting monsters. Buying all the potions yesterday had taken a big glob out of their monetary resource, so Noah wanted to get together some materials he could sell. He had asked around the tavern the previous night and managed to find out the most valuable persona of monsters. He also found out some matter to facts.

"Summoned by magic ?"

"Yes sir,"said the bartender as he used a dirty rag to clean a field glass."If you're really lucky, you'll manage to see it happen. There are wizardly rotary scattered across these ground, absorbing mana from the air and using it to summon beasts. About a quarter of each demon backwash is created by thaumaturgy. And not just giant, woodland animals as well, from the deer to the chick. Shouldn't you know that by now if you're going to be an adventurer ?"

Noah remembered his engagement in the forest, the monsters that seemed to be shrouded in mana."Huh, my country didn't have anything like that."

Despite it being true, it was used as a lie. Ignorance of canonical facts would afford him away and draw people suspicious, so he was hesitating to ask about anything involving magic. He couldn't expect much from this world's storey of education, but a man with no noesis of conjuring trick would probably stand out like a man in the 21st 100 that had never seen electricity before. At least claiming to be a outsider would excuse most fault. He just had to hope he didn't meet up with any outside merchandiser before he got more information.

"Where do these magic round do from ?"

"According to legends, there was a war between the Supreme Being and the feeling of nature. The John Barleycorn used their magic to summon army of wight, so that the minions of the deity could never walk the earth, and that conjuration remains to this day. Some believe that it is a weapon being used against humans, to stop our expansion and exploration into new lands. Many believe it to be the work of troublemakers that got their deal on some kind of illegal magic, spreading the magic circles to create havoc.

Many times in history, surface area have been declared monster-free, only for the creatures to return. Even islands get plagued with demon despite being swept clean. It's why many round to adventuring ; the calm income from hunting fiend and the true food source."

As Noah thought back to the conversation, he heard campaign nearby. Bursting from the undergrowth, an adolescent wolf lunged at Noah and Tin. Noah was quick on the lot and managed to slash the monster on the shoulder with his longsword. It landed behind him, slightly limping but showing no signs of giving up. It flashed eyes full moon of bloodlust while it snarled and foamed. Tin hurried behind Noah, as per his orders, while he stared it down. If he cast his illusion, he could easily pour down it without it ever seeing the onset coming, but today, he was sharpening his combat accomplishment and refining his play, so he needed to look his enemies without hiding from them. Besides, monstrosity that lost track of him often turned their attention to Tin.

Noah made the showtime move, charging while swinging down at the Wolf's other shoulder. It jumped to the English to duck, but Noah widened the Angle of the slash as he brought it down, turning it into a diagonal attack. Chasing the Wolf with his vacillation, he managed cut into its flesh. The wolf, infuriated by pain, pounced from a high Angle, aiming for Noah's read/write head. The Angle was foxy, Noah sidestepping out of the reach of its claw, raising leaf blade, and delivering an executioner's chop to the rear of the neck opening, severing its head.

He didn't drop his guard and scanned the area, searching for any other wolves in concealment. He could detect none."Clear."

That was his sign to Tin. With Noah keeping guard duty, she went to go on the wildcat, removing the valuable parts like the skin and certain brawniness and harmonium. It was messy piece of work, but worth the travail. Everything was stored in her backpack and respective early pouch and bags, along with Noah's bow and other adventuring supplies. Since Noah was doing all the fight, the job of pack scuff fell to her, or rather, she insisted on it.

Once she had gathered the upright slice, they set off again. Many might reject of letting so much of the monstrosity go to wasteland, but the backwash couldn't go extinct and something else would come along and eat it, so Noah didn't finger too bad. minutes after they moved on, Noah caught sight of something ahead, zooming between the trees.

"Tin, whole step back."

Noah readied himself, his sword raised as the blur approached. It was another wolf, moving much more erratically than the one Noah had just killed. It lunged for him and he sliced off its headway. It was rather easily, as if the animal's mind was scattered. Perhaps it was rabid ? But as he turned to try the corpse, he realized he had broken a primal sin. There was an arrow in its hind leg, meaning that this creature had already been claimed.

Two Thomas Young charwoman appeared, having apparently sprinted a heavy distance and now gasping for breath. Noah had seen them before at the inn. One of them, a blonde archer, had attempted to utter to him the late night, but her friend, a brunet with a staff, stopped her.

"Sorry about that, it seems I took your kill."

Neither char responded, both leaning on their stifle and looking like they were about to collapse. Noah looked to Tin and nudged his head towards them. She got the subject matter and approached with a water skin.

"Here, drink this."

The blonde gratefully took the water and drank deeply, then handed it to her acquaintance."Thank you, both of you. We were so close to giving up."

"I kept trying to seize it with my conjuration, but it was fast, even with an arrow in its leg,"said her friend.

The archer looked at them and gained a encompassing smile."Oh, I know who the two of you are !"

Tin blushed and averted her gaze. The magic user looked at them and sighed."Good God, not again."

The Sagittarius the Archer extended her hand to Noah."I'm Beth and this is Mira, very pleased to make your acquaintance."

Noah shook her hand."I'm Noah and this is Tin."

"You took care of that brute so easily ! With skills like yours, we would love to team up. What do you say ?"

"Sorry, but I'm still refining my accomplishment and gaining experience, and I feel it works better when I fight the struggle alone, but maybe in the future we could team up. Have you two been adventuring long ?"

"sort of,"said Mira,"but not against monstrosity this magnanimous and profligate. We each came from areas where the fighting was a lot well-fixed and numbers were thinner, but we weren't making enough money and decided to try moving out here for a while."

"You said you tried slowing the wolf down with illusion. If you don't mind me asking, what kind ? I can't use it myself and I don't know much about it."

"Oh, well I'm a mage, so I can use elemental magic to conjure and control things like ardour and water. My talent lie in controlling the earth, like this."She turned away and looked into the length. Rings of sandstone-colored ignitor appeared around her wrist joint like halos, and Noah could see diagrams and runes of an unknown language."Earth Bind !"

She raised her staff and then slammed it into the footing. There was a pulse, and the ground came undone like there was an creature tunneling just under the surface. It shot across the forest floor, and thirty substructure away, there was an eruption of worldly concern, with hard-packed territory forming jagged shapes that converged like a closing heyday. Anything caught within it would surely get held in station, even stabbed if they moved around the unseasonable way. The displaced earthly concern used to produce the spindle produced a pit, just in case anything tried to duck.

"Yeah, I can see why it wouldn't work in this case."

"What ? Why ?"

"fountainhead we're in the forest. The ground is riddled with stem holding it together, so it takes a lot of time and crusade to gather the soil and organize it into those spikes. Also, you're going for profligate target with good response speed, so as soon as they sense the attempt, they'll move before it fully activates. I assume your strategy was for Beth to injure it with the arrow, keeping it from moving while you cast your turn ?"

"That's right,"said Beth.

"And then you finish it off with Sir Thomas More pointer, right ? It's a good strategy, keeping your length from the enemy to minimize risk. However, in this form of environment and with this aim, you'd motive to change it up a bit. I suggest using poison arrow, or at least some kind of paralytic agent. That way, even a low-damage hit will slow it down. I'd also suggest using a larger bow for more penetration.

Mira, do you know any early go ?"

"I can make a dust swarm and send off stones flying."

"But zippo close-range ? That'll be a problem if there is more than than one enemy or they get within striking distance. Mira, I suggest you work on learning a spell for melee armed combat, and Beth, get a brand. You also should obtain another appendage to join your political party, sorry I couldn't be that individual. They'd have to be able to pin down the opposition in one location for your arrows and magic to be able-bodied to hit their mark."

Beth and Mira swarmed him with desperation in their middle."Please reconsider joining us ! We need someone like you, desperately !"Mira said.

"You can even keep to the highest degree of the money ! And if that isn't sufficiency, I can pay you extra in nighttime fun !"Beth added.

Noah hadn't expected them to get so worked up and wanted to plunk for away, only to realize Tin was standing behind him. She was tugging on his shirt, giving him her basset cad eyes, though he couldn't Tell if she was trying to win over him to change his mind or telling him that they were better off on their own.

"Sorry, but I can't. I'm really trying to concentre on training. I'm sure enough you can find a struggling swordsman who's desperate for a company to join and would fit redress in with you two. Tin and I have to get going. You were first to offend the savage, so the soundbox belongs to you. We'll see you later."

He and Tin set out, waiting until Beth and Mira were out of earshot to talk.

"Was Master… interested in those two ?"Tin asked.

"fountainhead, the idea of forming a party is appealing, and their long-range power would definitely assist out. However, I'd prefer to operate away from prying eyes for the time being. I didn't signified any evilness purport in them, but there is no telling if they can be trusted or not. But I'm glad we ran into them, it gave me a probability to study elemental magic a bit."

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They continued through the wood, hunting for monsters while trying to avoid other adventurers. Along with struggle, they also stopped to amass herbs. Noah was always playing through the potion recipes in his judgment. Then, when noonday arrived, they stopped for lunch by the river. Their food was slightly unspoiled than the poppycock they ate before reaching Baron Clive, in the common sense that the boodle wasn't quite-rock hard and the meat actually had flavor. It was still disappointing compared to a hot meal. Their urine came from the river, first filtered through a survival pale yellow that Noah made.

Once they were done feeding, Noah pulled out all of the flora they had gathered. He picked three different industrial plant out of the pile ; branches of blue strawberries, respective understructure of a vine with straightforward leave, and an orange moss."Of the recipe I saw, this one is the easiest and doesn't require any particularise puppet. Even if it doesn't work, it will still be good practice. We just have to grind these up with a ratio of 5:2:7 and mix them together with some water."

They gathered stones from the river to use as makeshift howitzer and stamp and went to work out. Working slope by incline, Noah noticed a small grin on Tin's aspect."This reminds me of making lye at the falls,"she said.

"Hopefully it won't have the Saami effect."

They mixed the ingredients together and poured them into the three potion nursing bottle from the pill roller. They added some fresh water and Noah could see the concoction glowing as the potion was formed. Whether or not this potion contained mana or simply sped up the raw rejuvenation process, it appeared the necessary chemical substance reaction was taking place.

"Good, now to test it. I think this will be the hone opportunity to see what my next enchantment is."It was very svelte, but Noah could see Tin's excitement."You should motivate back. If this endorse spell is anything like my thaumaturgy, you probably won't be in risk, but it's near to be safe."

Tin moved back twenty invertebrate foot, and Noah, after taking a deep breathing time, put his mitt over his right eye. The consequence was instantaneous, his mana being drained twice as fast as his firstly spell, and this time, he could actually find something happening to him. His consistency, it felt weightless, and his limbs, they were just moving of their own accord like jellyfish tentacles. His vision, it was almost blurry, like he was seeing doubles. It felt, of all affair, like he had just taken a hit of some high-quality pot.

If his concentration broke for even a irregular, he felt like his arm and nous would just float on their own. Noah dropped his hand and staggered, nearly falling just like the first clock time he tried it back in the Natalie Wood. It was like every movement he made had to be performed while walking on a tripwire, or else he would come. He was shifting from incline to side, struggling to continue in control condition. While this would be a outstanding thing to do while attending a concert or watching a funny movie, it was far from utile in battle.

"I'm definitely feeling something. How do I look ? Can you still see me ?"

"Uh… I think so. How… are you doing that ?"

"Doing what ?"

"Master, look at your hands."

Noah, through great difficulty, raised his thenar and looked them. He blinked and squinted various fourth dimension, trying to see through the afterimage floating around them like an air. Had he touched some bad mushroom-shaped cloud and then breathed in the spores ?

‘ No, wait a second…'

These aftersensation, they weren't some blurry silhouette ; they had crystal-clear inside information. They were like exact copies trying to occupy the Lapp blank. He moved his weapon system around, watching the copies follow the originals. They were deception ! He stopped moving his real limb and tried to move the copies. He thought about it, he envisioned it happening, but only when he gave up and tried to advance his substantial arms did the written matter obey and fulfill the action. It was only for a 2nd before they returned to their original place, but he had gotten them to move.

It took several minutes of repeated effort before he figured it out. Halfway between thought of moving his weaponry and actually harnessing the physical strength within them to create that move, there was a point where he could move the written matter. He was soon moving the illusionary arms however he wanted, with Tin watching at a total expiration. His mana was starting to run low, so he cancelled the go and leaned on his knees.

"Master, what was that ?"

"An conjuration. It appears that my left eye can conceal my real body, while my right eye can create a fake. I can control it similar to how I move on my own, but it requires a lot of stress. Hand me a mana potion, will you ?"He downed one of the potions and then lied down on the ground and reactivated the go."lookout man this."

Tin could immediately see it on his case, the exertion and nidus he was putting in, but her attention was immediately drawn elsewhere, as a secondly Noah seemed to uprise from the body of the first like two cells dividing. For Noah, it almost an out of body experience. The illusion stood up, every apparent motion that Noah would feature made being performed. It was unmanageable beyond words, leaving him drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Every brawn involved in standing up had to be acknowledged, from the sinew supporting his head, all the way down to the muscularity in his feet as they tried to grip the ground for balance. He had to figure not just the movement, but the sensation of moving.

The clone stepped forward, every cause clunky and affected, like a tawdry robot. The knockoff turned to Tin, who was completely bewildered and even frightened. The clon opened its mouth. It started out sounding like radio static, but Noah managed to address through the illusion.

"U-u-u-u-i-i-i-I cueolemfr-cuernlk-caern cont-cont-control it."

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For the next three weeks, Noah and Tin worked out a procedure of expanding Noah's mana backlog and going out to hunt, one day inside and one day outside. Everyone in the inn became aware of the pattern, as every early day, from breakfast to dejeuner, Tin's groan filled the building. It became quite the report around township, many people coming to the inn just see if the rumors were true. Tin would rob Noah of all of his stamina and they'd do the drainpipe and replenish process with the mana potions. The next day would be spent gathering herb to make more than potions and materials to sell, and stay cultivating Noah's combat abilities.

To deplete his mana, Noah experimented with his indorsement spell. For the first week, he focused on perfecting the clone's movements and address. He tried to get it as normal looking as potential, having it walk around the room and imitate various action. Unfortunately, since it was just an illusion, it couldn't actually touch anything or affect its surroundings, and while he could talk through it, he couldn't see what it saw or hear what it heard. Unless it was in sight at all times, he was piloting blind. Strangely, Tin said that the clone had the same scent as him, while when he was unseeable, his smell was concealed.

He spent the next week learning how to propel both his real and cook body at the same time. He started out minuscule, foremost with finger's breadth movements, then branch movements, then upped it up to having it walk around the room while he stood by the bed, which was surprisingly difficult with all of the heftiness required to continue stand up vertical. By the end of the week, he and the ringer could walk simultaneously.

In the third hebdomad, he added his first while to the mix, moving the clone around as he performed a chore while invisible. The mana expenditure was monolithic, so much so that the charge per unit of his reserves increasing was slowed, and it became more difficult to tell how much progress he was making. Despite that, they proved to be a golden combination. The clone could act as a double-dyed decoy, while Noah would round in his invisible form.

His first spell didn't just pee-pee him inconspicuous, it affected whatever physical object he touched, concealing and also creating illusion to cover any changes he made, like footprints, while the second could create a to the full illusion, but of himself, one that had a near physical comportment. These spells, they were more than just bending lighting. It seemed like they were two halves of a I spell.

When he wasn't breeding, Noah went around townsfolk to gather information about the country, magic, and teras. In a little boondocks village like this, the results were far from bountiful or even reliable. He would have to prompt to a bounteous urban center to get better-quality data. The Utheric capital would be his secure bet, but it was weeks of travelling and preparations had to made for a trip like that.

Try as he might, it was severely to remain unnoticed. Rumors about him circulated through the township, with people he had never met knowing his public figure. He would take the air down the street and cleaning lady would wink and suck kiss, even trying to seduce him. Men would smirk and nod in approval as they passed by, a means of displaying respect. Even the old lady at the chemist's would tease him. When Tin went out, she'd wear a goon to hide her identity. It wasn't an nonsuch situation. If he was to be known throughout the Village, he wished it would be for something a little more heroic.

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The give rains were dramatic, passionate, the lifeblood of mother Nature as she fully awoke from her winter slumber and prepared for summer. Yet at the import, the fury with which the enlarge drops fell was not appreciated, for they numbed Noah's digit as he gripped his steel and made him shiver as his apparel became worthless from the damp. It was also unmanageable to see, splashing against his typeface and blurring his vision, but he kept his gaze focused on his enemies.

He was out in the woodland, Tin having retreated as per his orders. Before him, a trio of bandits, all with weapon raised. Noah was armed with his short sword, ineffectual to wield his main brand, due to an arrow stuck in his shoulder. When he was first struck from stern, he had hoped it was simply a hunter's dependable error, but the bloodthirsty face on the men's faces told him that he was their very butt. They probably robbed and killed adventurer for a living, and he couldn't imagine their female person victim dying quickly.

Should he just rick unseeable and dispatch them before they could avenge ? No, there was something he wanted to try, and a human opposition would be the perfect test subject area. He raised his free hand towards his face, breaking the dead end with one of the bandit firing his dilute pointer. Noah deflected it with his shield, the most he could do with his spite articulatio humeri. He swept his hand across his eye as if trying to clear his visual sensation, activating both of his spells. However, rather than splitting from his illusionary clone, he wore it, syncing his movements with the bandit not even noticing a difference.

One of the Archer's cohorts, this one armed with a large battle axe, charged towards him. Noah had his clon conduct a defensive stance, while he pulled away, stepping ahead and stabbing the man through the heart before he could make his swing. The archer shot another pointer as Noah stepped back into his illusion, but he again blocked with his shield. Noah, with his front concealed, drew several lowly knives from his belted ammunition and hurled them at the archer. His mana clung to the blades, rendering them invisible as they buried themselves in the archer, taking him out of the game.

All that was left was a swordsman, and he knew that something was going on. Two of his cohorts were dead, but he didn't understand how. He pushed his confusion aside and charged towards Noah. Noah blocked and parried his attacks with his steel, wanting to take his time and savor the battle. He was so victimised to fighting monsters, he wanted to make sure his skills in killing early humans hadn't gone dense, to refamiliarize himself with their alone drift and technique.

He was allowing the bandit to push him back, though there was picayune he could do to turn back it. His opposition was armed with a two-handed sword, so he could deliver more force than Noah could rally with his short blade. He strung the bandit along, using insistent, tardily movements, laying a fake track as to what his adjacent move would be. He made a panoptic swing from the side of meat, and the bandit automatically blocked, however, the blade never came, it was only Noah's illusionary arm. His real arm swung from the opponent side, slashing the bandit across the stomach.

He staggered back, cursing in pain and trying to realize what happened. Noah closed in and the bandit tried to open some space with a sinewy cleave. Noah blocked with his sword, at least, that's what the bandit saw. In true statement, he had blocked with his shield, allowing him to slash the bandit across the wrist without him even seeing the attack coming. Blood poured freely, the man's script now useless. He released a cry of exertion and tried a one-handed swing. The sword sliced through Noah's neck, just as the man had aimed for, but he knew something was untimely when no lop fountainhead fell, and what's more, he hadn't felt anything when he made the slash. It was like he had hit zero but air. He raised his blade to block a swing from Noah, but in reality, it was a stab, with Noah's sword piercing his chest. Noah confirmed all three deaths and then called out to Tin.

"Do me a favor and pull this arrow out."

"I'm afraid it'll hurt."

"I can manage it."

She was nervous, but she grabbed and arrow and ripped it out without issue, making Noah grimace in pain. She pulled out a red potion from her bag and poured it on the combat injury. In seconds, it scabbed over, with the tissue within stitching itself back together. These wellness potions were a very life-saver, miracles in a bottle.

"Thanks."

Noah once more checked the bodies, but their faces didn't match any wanted posters, meaning there was no bounty that he could collect with their heads. Tin went to operate, stripping the organic structure of everything utile. They were so used to this routine that he rarely needed to give her orders.

"I think we should yell it a day. I don't think this pelting is going to give up anytime."

"I agree,"Tin said.

They set off vertebral column towards the town, fantasizing of removing their soaked clothes and warming themselves beside a flaming. They had plenty to carry, and the rain made everything heavier, with the added frigidity sapping their intensity. By the prison term they reached the inn, even Noah was on his last pegleg, and felt weak. The sun hadn't fully set yet, but the cloud were so slurred that it was almost pitch black out.

It was a fill-in to finally get inside and out of the rain, but Noah knew something was off. He felt woozy, his thoughts getting hazy.

"Don't tell apart me you two were out in that rain all day !"the innkeeper said when she saw them.

"We're going to bide in our room tonight. Can you have mortal bring our meals up to us, along with extra firewood ?"

"Sure thing, dearie."

They proceeded up the stair, but Noah had to stop halfway up. He was out of breath, and it felt like the way was spinning.

"professional, is something incorrectly ?"

"I think I'm coming down with something. Help me up the stairs."

She lent him her shoulder and they made their way up to their room. Before they even closed the door, Noah dumped his plurality and artillery and began pulling off his dress. Tin locked the doorway and started a fire in the hearth. Once free of his wet clothes, Noah collapsed on the bed. The mattress was chunky straw, the tack were rough like sandpaper, and the blanket smelled like wet dog no matter how many times it was cleaned, but Noah was thankful for them.

As the fire started to burn and fill the way with lite and warmth, there was a bang on the room access. Two chambermaids stood external, the innkeeper's girl, though they were young than Tin. One of them held two trays of food, and the other held an exceptionally bombastic bundle of firewood. Noah hid himself beneath the blanket and Tin answered. As Noah had taught her, she kept the door open just enough to get the food and firewood, and didn't allow them inside.

Tin brought him his meal and felt his brow."original, you're burning up."

"I'll be fine. Take off your apparel and warm yourself by the fire before you end up like me."

He watched her undress and the two of them sat on the bed, wrapped in blanket as they ate their dinner. It was hot lather, the perfect ease food. Unfortunately, Noah was starting to find it difficult to swallow. By the time he finished, his ventilation was becoming labored and his heart was beating irregularly. Noah was hoping it was just a cold, but this was starting to feel much to a greater extent intense and was coming on too quickly. Perhaps a disease aboriginal to this mankind ?

Tin could see his term worsening."Master, you should get some sleep."

She took his tray and gently pushed him onto his back. Truth be told, as soon as his chief hit the pillow, he lost the strength to move. He lay there, watching Tin set up a clothesline so everything could be hung up to dry. Once she was done, she added some more wood to the fire and slid under the blanket. Her naked body met his and she curled up against him.

Noah closed his eye, but while slumber was quickly to come, it was unpleasant. incubus assailed him, a combustion heating system ravaging him both physically and mentally. He remembered tossing and turning throughout the night, when the pain in his soundbox outweighed his fatigue. All of his brawniness ached and spasmed almost nonstop, his venter felt like it was full of oil, and he couldn't scarper his fever.

He finally awoke the next morning to the raft of rain pelting the window. His mouth was as dry as ash tree and he felt like he was going to die of hungriness, just like he had a few sentence in the past. The rain, it had gotten him into this plenty, but now he so desperately wanted it. He wanted to go out and give vent the heat that clung to him like a monkey on his back.

"Tin,"he murmured. His voice was deliquium, as it felt like his knife and pharynx would crack like Clay."Tin,"he said again, putting all of his military posture into it.

"passe-partout ?"

He saw her in his peripheral vision, but he didn't have the specialty to work to her.

"Water."It was all he could say.

She brought him a cup of piss, and in his impatience, he tried to pull it from her paw, if only to get it to his backtalk a nanosecond sooner. His awkward orbit was ignored and she helped him plough on his backbone so that he could drink. It was some of the best urine he had ever tasted, and he felt some lifespan return to him, if only a little.

"More."

She brought over the hurler to refill the cup, but he simply snatched it and drank the hale thing.

"How do you feel ?"

"Everything hurts, I feel like I'm on flaming. I think I'm gon na … gon na …"He covered his rima oris and frantically pointed to the chamber pot in the recess of the room. He had detested the presence of such an unhealthful thing since he first arrived at this inn, but finally, he was grateful to have it. Tin brought the pot over and he vomited everything he drank, plus concluding nighttime's dinner. He fell back on the bed, with his stomach feeling even worse. He had gotten a nasty flu a few years ago, but even that wasn't as bad as this. This was like malaria combined with detox."Ugh… nookie. In every lifespan, getting sick sucks ass."

"I'll go get the boniface. She may bonk what's wrong."

"No. Me being sick leaf us vulnerable, and the Sir Thomas More people know about it, the greater the risk. If I can't fight, we're sluttish prey. If I'm still in this condition by tomorrow, then you can get help."

"What can I do ?"

There were plants that could help with inhuman and flu symptoms, but his intellect was too hazy to remember them."Pine needle tea, like I made by the river, and see if someone in the kitchen will pass water me some hot oatmeal."

Tin was hesitant, not wanting to pass on his side, but she obeyed. With her gone, Noah tried to accrue back to log Z's, but could only get a pale imitation that was nowhere near as restful. For Noah, it felt like his brainiac was being fed on by emmet. He spent the repose of the day in bed, passing in and out of consciousness. Tin remained with him whenever possible. She used damp shred to keep his fever in check, and hung a kettle over the firing, making tea for him whenever he asked, though his hunger was unquenchable.

Noon came around, and Noah sat up to eat his lunch, though it was a bowl of soup. Normally, the great unwashed ate whatever the family special was at the time, but by paying redundant, guests of the inn could social club particular solid food, at least, within reason. The broth went down easy, but the meat and veggie felt like cacti rolling down his throat. As he ate, Tin helped pass over the perspiration from his body. His smudge on the bed would necessitate some time to dry out. When he had finished eating, he simply sat with his head in his mitt, taking deep breaths and trying to ignore the throbbing pain.

Tin leaned against his back."Please, what can I do to help ?"

"You're doing stack for me already."

"There must be More that I can do."

"fountainhead it hurts me to say this, but I'll need your help using that chamber pot."

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"Aye, this is springburn all right."Noah opened his eyes, finding the host examining him, with Tin standing in back. The woman was holding a handkerchief over her nose and mouth, and not touching him directly, instead with one of the rag week Tin used.

"That's really bad, isn't it ?"Tin asked.

"It's not good. I know four others in town who have it and they are suffering as well. It always manages to kill a few masses each year. My Old once had it and he nearly died."

Noah saw it, Tin's shoulders trembling."What can I do to help him ?"

"Exactly what you've been doing. I know of some teas that will help him feel a bit better. He'll either make it or he won't, though I think his chances are good."

"How much time would I have if it were to be disastrous ? How long does this last ?"Noah asked.

"trey days. After that, you're in the clear."She got to her infantry and returned to the door."I'm confining you both to this room until this blows over. The last matter I need is for everyone in the inn to get sick."She left the elbow room and locked the door behind her.

"It would be substantially for her to just flip us out,"said Noah,"rather than simply isolate us and gamble everyone. She must care us a bit, or at least want to protect her repute. I told you to hold back a day before calling her."

"But I did. Don't you remember ? You told me that yesterday."

"Ah, withdrawn, my apology. The pouch under the floorboards, can you get it for me, please ?"

Tin lifted a loose floor board, revealing a pit underneath, in which a leather pocket sat. She presented it to Noah and he opened it up to reveal his telephone and wallet. While they were mostly useless in this new existence, he held onto them in the hopes that he could at least use them for constituent and kept the phone off to save its energy. If he ever needed to set out an emergency fire, that lithium battery could come in handy. Luckily, he had his earbuds with him, so he could at least enjoy one art object of his old life. Tin stared at the device, possessed by peculiarity. She had only seen it once or twice, the metallic eccentric, the light it produced. Was it some kind of magic creature ? She wanted to ask what it was, but when Noah put in the ear buds, she assumed it was something that would avail him get better.

He set his playlist to random and lay back down, hoping that the euphony would disquiet him. He drifted once more into the rift between being deceased and awake, cursed with his fever even in his aspiration. During his waking bit, he was either drink urine or throwing up. The only reason why nature wasn't calling was because he was sweating so profusely. The medicine didn't distract him as he had hoped, so often as permeate his unconscious mind mind. One birdcall in particular came up,"planetary house of the Rising Sun ”, and as that opening guitar strung out, a retentiveness was pulled from the depth of his intellect, another metre he had heard that Song dynasty.

It was before dawn, he had been driving out in the Nevada desert, out of the visual sense of Lope de Vega. Noah was in his thirties at the clock time, lamenting all the dust the Cadillac was kicking up, so practically of it sticking to the outside. He'd have to clean it up later, as his employers wouldn't be felicitous if he returned the company car in a disgraceful condition. The easterly clouds were pinkening as he pulled to a stop at the edge of a ravine.

He got out of the car and circled back to the bole, from which he removed a man with bound carpus and a bag over his head. He stumbled on his pes, and Noah pulled him to the edge of the ravine and removed the bag over his face. The man's boldness was streaked with desiccated blood, some of which also stained his dress shirt. He was perhaps in his fifties, a elder in the companionship.

"You fucking retard,"he spat. Noah ignored him and turned up the radio set so he could try the residuum of the vocal. The outside of the car was an antique 70's good example, worth its weight in Au, but the interior had been upgraded into the advanced age. When he returned to the man, it was with a gun in his hand."Killing me will just have intercourse up your life-time and whoever threw me under the bus. You really think Alejandro can necessitate business leader ? Once this gets out, the streets will become bloodbaths and your header will end up stuck on a pike."

"In all likelihood,"said Noah,"but it'll be fun to watch."

"You're bequeath to start a war just because it'll be fun ?"

"Whatever happens is the fault of whoever hired me. That doesn't mean I don't like it, though. It's the small thing that affair. You need to savor the limited little gifts like this."He flicked his gun towards the car, where the song was still playing."I once heard someone say that this is the upright birdcall for driving with soul in the proboscis of your car. It is certainly a delicious coincidence."

"The irony of your ilk : people like you think you'll do bully in our business because you have no lesson, no hesitation, but it gets you killed so quickly. It's the the great unwashed who actually believe in something that make it, that have a lineage they never cross, no matter how flaming their hired man get."

"That's what's nice about my way of life, I feel no demand to pose around. But even I believe in a bit of something."

The man laughed and spat on the ground."What could you believe in ?"

"Mercy. I'm rental you enjoy the sunrise, after all."

The sun broke loose of the purview, and as its light was soaked up by the nation, a gunshot rang out across the desert.

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Once Noah had fallen asleep, Tin sat beside him and freshened the damp rags that were opposing his fever. It was all she knew how to do when somebody was ill, and it came from memories of when she was the victim, though kindness was rare to fare to her in those vulnerable times. It pained her to be so useless, to not know how to help. most of everything she had done was just obeying his instructions.

As she wiped away his sweat, her eye fell to his bring out humanness, and luxuria fluttered through her, a feeling that Noah had introduced her to. Their procedure had been disturbed by this unwellness, as yesterday was the day she was supposed to help him train his mana. She cherished those days, when she could finally help him in the way she knew best, when she got to experience euphoria.

cleaning woman would always flock to her master, flirting with him, trying to invite themselves into one of his"workouts ”. It terrified her, that she might be discarded for someone else, having lost her economic value. When she and Noah met those female explorer, she saw everything she could not do in Mira, and everything she could do in Beth, rendering her obsolete.

She lowered her straits and began performing felatio, slurping up the salt from his sweat. She did it often when he slept, compelled by her lust but also hoping that it was helping him feel safe, each culmination forming a carapace against the nuisance of his febricity. It was something she could do for him. If Noah was aware of it, he wasn't saying anything.

As her header bobbed up and down over his lap, Noah was sinking farther and farther into his mind, while being pursued by the euphony from his phone. Once more, a lone guitar was playing, and what short awareness his mind still had tried to commemorate what it was from. Ah, the lyrics, yeah, this was Pink Floyd,"Wish You Were Here ”. It was his wife's favorite, one of his preceding wife, that is. He played it at their nuptials and her funeral. He could commemorate the gay sky overhead when they cut the bar, and the somber clouds that matched the semblance of her casket as it was lowered into the ground. He remembered the food served at both social occasion. But what was her gens ? They danced to this strain, but he couldn't remember her face. She loved the oldies, always playing them while she worked in the garden. Didn't they have a son together ? No, that was someone else.

Noah's mind continued to sneak through time, each Sung conjuring up a memory. He remembered studying at MIT while listening to Two Steps From Hell. He remembered the stereo blaring Metallica when his convoy was blown up in Syrian Arab Republic. He remembered Mozart playing in the hospital as he died from pancreatic cancer. He wasn't aware of the mutterings escaping his lip, recalling conversations from across prison term and space.

When next he woke up, it was night out, and the earbuds felt like hot ember in his capitulum. He looked at his earpiece, now with a quarter battery left. How many more times could he take heed to music before his headphone just became a useless cube ? He put his head back on his pillow, instead listening to Tin's breathing as she slept soundly beside him.

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A knocking on the threshold shocked Noah from his slumber, and he would sustain sat up, if not for the pounding pain sensation in all of his muscles. He groaned and fell back on the pillow.

"Who is it ?"he asked.

"It's Holly, I've got your food !"Ah, one of the chambermaids.

"Please, just lead it there."

Noah slowly sat up and released another groan. hold off a second gear, he felt better. He felt like he just gotten the shit beaten out of him for three hours straight, but he could finally affect around. His fever had lessened and the soreness was due to the air it had put on his body.

"Tin, let's eat breakfast."She didn't respond."Tin ?"

He turned to her, seeing a flushed face, moist with perspiration. The gentle breathing he had listened to live nighttime was now an anguished pant."Shit. Tin can you hear me ?"

He tapped her cheek a few multiplication and her eyes opened."Master ?"

"There you are. I need you to tell me everything you feel, everything that hurts."

"Ah, I'm sorry. I haven't started the tea yet."She tried to sit up, but he stopped her. She was so infirm that he almost didn't need to.

"Don't vexation about it, I'm amercement, but you caught the springburn sickness. I'm going to get you through this."

"It's so hot in here. Don't worry, I'll wash away your sweat. I just need to…"She trailed off and tried to roll out of bed, and Noah had to grab her before she could fall to the floor.

"Tin, can you hear me ? How many fingers am I holding up ?"

He showed her his helping hand, but she just looked at it with glazed over eyes."Are we going to go hunt monsters today ?"

‘ Shit, it's hitting her even gruelling than it hit me. She's already delirious.'“ No, we're staying here. Everything is fine, I'm all better now. Just leave everything to me."

He climbed over her to get out of bed, but as soon as he stood up, he fell to his knees, gasping for air. He was on the mend, but he was still in a shitty billet. He crawled over to his backpack and pulled out a wellness and mana potion. He had tried drinking them before, to see if they could bring around him, but was met with failure. He downed them both, and the pain racking his dead body subsided. His strength and stamen were still fold to zero, but at to the lowest degree the tenderness was gone.

The first gear thing he needed to do was get her pyrexia down before she suffered serious damage. next to the bed was the wash drawing catchment area, filled with rags. Just as Tin had done when he was ghastly, he draped them across her body.

"lord, your febricity,"she mumbled. She began trying to put the rags on him instead, and he had to repeatedly stop her and pin down her arms.

"Just appreciation still, that's an order."

Noah got dressed and limped over to the door. Outside were two food trays and a pitcher of fresh water. He brought them in, and having already experienced the pain of this disease, he brought the pitcher over to Tin, rather than just a cupful. He lifted her head and poured the water supply between her pale lips. She released suspiration of succour between each gulp, and every time he thought she was done, she'd incline her head forward, as if trying to snaffle it like a dog not wanting to deliver its toy.

He filled up the tea kettle and hung it over the fireplace, with a new fire soon blooming beneath it. When he was sick, he hated the fire, the heating plant it gave off. It was the only time he was grateful for the draftiness of the way, all the little holes for impudent air to slip in, but it was needed. As he waited for the kettle to boil, he retrieved Tin's breakfast and once more hook her nous. It was affectionate porridge, probably made with him in mind, but now perfect for Tin.

"clock time for breakfast, Tin. Can you open your rima oris for me ?"He brought a spoonful to her mouth, but as soon as she smelled it, she instinctively turned away, whimpering."I know your pharynx and tummy hurt right now, but you need to eat. You need all the nutrients you can get."

She gave in and he fed her bit by bit, washing it down with some tea. He then scarfed down his own breakfast and looked outside. He was thinking clearly now and cognize what would help Tin's chances with this sickness.

"Tin, listen to me. I'm going to go out and get something that will facilitate you feel better. I'll be back soon, and until I get back, I want you to stay in bed. Can you restate that back to me ?"

"No… overlord should leave errands to me."Once more, she tried to sit up and he pushed her back down.

"Tin, you're sick and you need to rest. I'll take care of everything."

"I can do it ! Please let me do it !"She was crying, trying to escape his grasp. He held her against him, waiting for her pitiable flailing to stop. She soon went limp and he laid her back down.

"Listen, I ordination you to rest in this bed, do you understand ? I ORDER you to remain in this bed !"She gazed at him with swimming eyes and nodded."Good, now go back to slumber. I'll be back before you wake up."

He got up and took a bass breathing spell, then cast his invisibleness. The boniface would give him a hard time if she saw him outside of his room, might even recoil him out. While his magic was ideal, his body was so feeble that his mana might not lastly long. He left the way and locked it behind him. The hallway outside was empty, but he could hear plenitude of people in the bar. Getting down the steps was difficult, as his head was sent spinning with each step. No one noticed his bearing, and he made it through the breakfast crowd and outside. It felt zippo short of euphoric to breathe fresh air and soak in the sun.

A bit of his strong point had returned, so he released his spell and made his way across Ithiel Town to the apothecary. inside, the old char watched as he looked through a menu of her wares, ***********ing flora that helped with everything from febrility to tip over stomach.

"I'm guess that daughter of yours is under the weather, and you're not looking very goodly yourself."

"It's been a pugnacious few days."

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Tin was on the floor when he returned to their room at the inn. The threshold actually struck her head when he opened it.

"Goddammit, I told you to stay in bed."He put down the bag of herbs and rolled her onto her back."Tin, wake up."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'll tend to the gymnastic horse in just a moment."

She was completely out of it. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He needed to make some medical specialty for her, but he couldn't do it while she was crawling around like this. He took the blanket and tore off a long strip, then used it to tie her wrist to the bedframe. Restraining her was not an ideal solution, but at least the fabric wouldn't leave a mark.

A strange look appeared on Tin's side as she looked from her wrist to Noah, almost mournful, and she spread her legs for him."I understand, Master. I won't cry this time."Apparently, he wasn't the first person to tie her to a bed.

"Christ, even your hallucinations are depressing,"Noah muttered.

He laid the blanket over her and left her on the bed, then went to work. In the time since he first started making his own potions, he had bought a cheap compounding kit, including a trench mortar and pestle. He wasn't a skilled herbalist like the pharmacist, but most of the industrial plant in this populace were just like those he knew from his by lives, and had built up good deal of survival of the fittest knowledge. multitude easily faded from his memory, but knowledge and technological science were held onto. The pastime of breeding was one of the few drug abuse he chose to stay in every lifetime, as it was the tight he could get to finding meaning in the multiverse.

As he toiled, Tin continued to mutter in her eternal sleep, occasionally crying. Nothing Noah heard could be called pleasant. He eventually stopped to check on her, see if he could shake her from her nightmares.

"Tin, awaken up, I have tea."

"No ! No !"She started flailing, knocking the cup from Noah's hand. He grabbed her and pinned her down."No, please catch ! It hurts ! Mama, it hurts ! Make him stop !"

"Tin, snap out of it !"

The end thing he needed was someone overhearing this and misunderstanding. He covered her rima oris, waiting for the incubus to end. Perhaps he should own picked up something to sedate her. Would he ingest to completely bind and gag her to keep her still and quiet down ? That would likely tug her further into the delusion, and with this disease ransacking through her body, the stress might kill her. How could he calm her down ?

He left her to retrieve a cup of water supply and splashed it on her fount. That seemed to sway her awake."Huh ? Master ?"

"Tin, say my name."

"N-Noah."

"Good, you're back. How do you feel ?"

"It… hurts."Fresh crying began to pour out down her cheeks.

"I'm making medical specialty to help you feel better, but there is something else I want to try."He retrieved his headphone and put the earbuds in her spike. He had a playlist of well-situated take heed songs, mostly instrumental and soundtracks. He ***********ed one,"Vide Cor Meum ”, one of his favorites. It was gentle, set at a low volume, but the sound of the train and voices, right in her ears, made Tin freak out.

"What is this ? What is this ? !"she exclaimed in shock. Her first instinct was to pull out the earbuds, as if swatting a mosquito when hearing its buzzing, but Noah stopped her.

"It's music, it's just music. Have you ever heard it before ?"

"Music ?"

She thought back, trying to remember while her mind was still bleary. Her fellow slaves, they used to have work songs when they toiled in the field, sort of a means of expressing empathy and solidarity, that they all shared the same pain. She knew a boy who used to play the flute, though not very well, and once, she heard the married woman of one of her former original playing a mouth organ from within her mansion. They could be called music, but they all paled in comparison to what she was listening to now.

It was the most beautiful affair she had ever heard. In her soul, a hunger was quenched that she had never noticed before, and she felt as though a summer breeze was rolling through her body, sending tingle of bliss up her spine that made her forget her fever. It left Tin stunned, her eyes wide as dinner plateful with her lip hanging open. She looked at Noah, seeing a rare smile on his face.

He rubbed the top of her drumhead and gently laid her back down."Just rest now, ok ?"

She nodded, staring up at the ceiling as the call continued. Noah resumed his work, eventually completing his music. It wasn't a cure, but it would facilitate reduce her symptoms. For the next three years, Noah looked after Tin, doing all the affair for her that she had done for him. Thanks to the medicinal drug, he was capable to foreclose her from hallucinating, though she still had nightmares from her lifetime of abuse. When that happened, Noah would put the earbuds in her ears and play a song for her, and she would immediately finalise, as if hypnotized.

For Noah, hearing music had flooded his mind with memory board, making him relive tantrum of his past tense life story when he heard those songs, but for Tin, it was the opposite. Having lived a life sentence without music, the notation and voices filled every aspect of her idea, forcing everything else out, every bad thought and memory. When she was awake, she'd listen while watching Noah fix her medicine or practice his trick, and when Noah looked at her, there would always be a grin on her face.

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It had been a workweek since Noah fell ill, and he and Tin were going for a manner of walking around the village. His speciality had returned, but she was still unaccented, and hopefully some sassy air and practice would help her feel better. They had been cooped up in that room for so hanker, and the beautiful weather was just what they needed. Normally, Tin would walk behind Noah, as a proper slave, but today, she was bold, hanging onto his arm. She claimed it to be to help oneself her walk, that she was weak and needed to run on him, but the smile on her font told of her knavery. Noah allowed it, as she had taken such full care of him when he was grim and it was his fault she fell ill after him. He certainly owed her.

What bothered him, though, were the smell they were getting. It had been a workweek since she had go"helped him"with his deception training, but the two of them were still a bit of a celebrity couple, so when they saw the way Tin held onto Noah, they all grinned like they had just heard a pestiferous caper. There was a saying going around, a laugh, that even those who had never met Tin had heard her voice.

"schoolmaster, when I was sick, I'm sorry for misbehaving."

"Huh ? Where's this coming from ?"

"I just… hope you didn't hear me say anything that would nominate you recollect any less of me. I'm certainly I talked in my sleep."

Noah didn't even pause."I don't know what you're talking about. You were quiet as a church mouse the wholly time."She halted and let go of his arm, and he turned back to side her."Why ? Did I talk in my eternal rest ?"

Tin opened her mouth and stopped. The things she had heard her master say when he was delirious, both great and terrible matter, many of which she couldn't understand, such as when he started speaking early speech communication or reciting credit line from textbooks.

"No, former than cursing."

"That sounds about right."

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They climbed up a hill overlooking the village, using a fallen log as a terrace while they soaked in the scenery.

"This is some Nice countryside,"Noah said.

"I suppose so. This is the only if affair I know. I have nothing to equate it to."

"I've seen what happens when nature is taken for granted, when everything is used up without any thought of the future. It is an ugly, nauseating thing. I try to make myself prize nature whenever I can."

"Where was that ?"

Noah picked the name of a townsfolk from one of the maps."Nellow."Truth be told, it was multiple demesne, in every timeline.

"Is that we're you're from ?"

"Yes."

Tin looked at him, the man who she called her master. She knew when he lied. She saw him do it to everyone he talked to, especially her. There weren't any tells for her to read, he never stumbled or hesitated, and she had seen it knead fourth dimension and time again, but there was something about his centre, a insincerity she thought she saw. She had tried asking about his past, but his regard was always empty, even when he spoke with a smile. He never asked her about her own past, but it was zilch she wasn't used to. She had grown up being treated as an object, both a tool and a toy. Intimate conversation was not something a striver should await from their headmaster, but she had never had a master that made her feel this way, that was so sort to her.

"M-master…"she stammered.

He turned to her, trying to think back the last metre he heard her talk so nervously."Yes ?"

"Please, forgive my impudence, but I know you're lying to me. I beg you, tell me where you came from, the affair you've done, anything. I only wish to know more about you."

He stared at her, unsure of what his next relocation should be, but as he saw the wetness of her eyes, his fear waned."I talked in my slumber, didn't I ?"

"Please forgive me for lying to you, but some of the things I heard… I didn't think you'd want someone like me to know."

"It doesn't go well when I tell the truth. Being dependable has brought me nothing but trouble."

"If you refuse to tell the truth, I can live with that. I can live with Trygve Lie, as long as they come from you. All I want is something I can paint in my mind, a view that I can see you in."

Noah looked up at the sky."I grew up near the seashore, and my founding father had a gravy holder. He wasn't a fisherman or merchant, rather, it was a hobby. In the summer, when the atmospheric condition was good, my crime syndicate would go out on the water and go fishing, simply for the delectation of it. We'd catch mackerel and try to use them as bait to catch big striped bass, but it never worked out. One time, we brought our dog with us, and I remember finding a grape-sized check on his eyebrow and putting it on my draw, seeing if I would catch anything. You wouldn't believe how bright it is out on the water."

Tin moved closer to Noah, clutching his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. At night, when they lay in bed together after having sex, she would often snuggle up to him just like this."Please, tell me more."

So Noah regaled her, telling her what it was like to develop up being poor, what it like to grow up being plenteous. He recalled fond retention of his siblings and vacation as an lone child. He told her of how his parents loved and supported him, then how they screamed and beat him. He described flummox machines and the technology of the modern earthly concern, and the fight for endurance in the wake of the Revelation of Saint John the Divine.

Tin listened without saying a thing, never questioning his contradiction in terms, only enjoying the fib that Noah wove and what they told her about the man he was.

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Noah and Tin, having fully recovered from the springburn malady, set out early on a beautiful day. summertime was upon them, so the break of the day had lost much of their shudder, though everyone paid for it in elbow grease later in the day. Unlike before, when they roamed aimlessly through the woods to hunt monsters, they had a specific fix in creative thinker. Noah had heard rumour of an abandoned mine that was taken over by hobgoblin. A hive, a nest, a colony, whatever it could be called, it spelled trouble for the village. Goblins ate and bred like rats, so if they managed to find a good post to dig in, they could bolster their numbers in very little meter. They had claimed the area several times before and had to be flushed out, and while attack had been made to seal or put down the mine, the hobgoblin always found a way back in.

They were following one of the mathematical function Noah had bought, with respective pieces of advice written down that he had received from other adventurers. It would carry a day to reach the mine, so they exercised restraint and avoided fighting behemoth whenever possible. Hopefully this mine would be a great seed of revenue in scavenge weapons, meaning it would be best to travel light and not collect along the way.

They arrived at the mine early in the morning of the following day. Finding a safe place to set up pack had been difficult, for this was the territory where the goblins roamed. The mine was carved into the base of one of the small wad. At one prison term, it might sustain been a fairly the right way operation. There were plenty of signboard of the buildings that would have stood around it, now reduced to heaps of kindling. There had once been a wooden shack built around the entrance, variety of like an airlock, perhaps to keep the rain out some clip ago, but it was just a rickety skeleton now. Many of the material and abandoned equipment were harvested to construct arm and barriers for use against intruders, with a handful of goblins keeping a constant spotter.

Noah and Tin were hiding nearby, scouting the entranceway."You wait here and I'll occupy out the precaution. I'll wave you over when it's all clear."

"Yes, Master."

Noah concealed himself and advanced towards the mine. He counted seven goblin in total. One was on the roof of the shanty erected around the entryway, perched like an owl with a bow in hand. Two to a greater extent were sitting on the wooden walls at the perimeter of the camp. The remaining four were at the entrance, though they were preoccupied with a game of dice.

Noah went for the one no one would remark, the sniper above. He approached the entrance without fear, inconspicuous and inaudible to the goblins keeping guard, but that would transfer. The only when way to the sniper was to climb up onto the cap of the shack, but it was so weathered and fragile, it looked like it couldn't backup more than the weight of one goblin. However, it was worth taking the risk. He reached the side of the shed and began the rise, using the fogyish cliffside as a secondary ladder to assist understate the weight unit he put on the old wooden circuit board.

He was thrifty with every arrangement of his paw and feet, so as to touch as lilliputian as possible. His illusion would conceal the marks he made, but only within a certain range. He had experimented with Tin's aid, finding that footmark would be revealed after ten steps, so he had to stay within that reach to keep them within his illusion. Besides, if he ended up ripping a board right hand out of the bulwark, his illusion wouldn't be able to conceal it. It could conceal trace of his body process, but not replicate objects. The climb was difficult. The woods of the hut had frayed over the eld and riddled his hands with splinter, while the hard clay on the cliff crumbled and made it difficult to get a solid hold. Regardless, he managed to climb up onto the roof.

The ceiling itself was like thin out ice, and if he ended up breaking through or snapping any of the beams, the hobgoblin would surely feel it, even if he couldn't hear it. Noah pulled a stone out of the cliff and threw it into the foliage in the distance. The hob perked its head at the noise, and in that instant, Noah closed in and stabbed it in the back with his short sword. It died before it could even sound its pain in the neck.

Noah left it sitting there and climbed off the shack, then snuck over to the two hobgoblin sitting away from the entrance. They looked bored as can be, struggling to stay awake. Noah approached the firstly one, leaning against one of the wooden paries. He dispatched it with his knife, striking the nucleotide of the mind stem. The wound was belittled and the goblin simply went limp, never feeling a thing. To its Quaker, it would search like it had simply dozed off. Noah slew the other goblin the same way, without creating any noise or to-do.

Finally, he approached the entrance, where the four were still gambling. He stood over them, the sun passing through him perfectly and its rays illuminating their plot. He ***********ed his longsword for this, even doing a few practice lilt to figure out the reach and forcefulness required. When he was slaked, he gave a mighty solidus, beheading all four creature at once. Their soundbox dropped to the ground and Noah released his spell, then waved Tin over.

As he stood guard, she searched the bodies, and for each one, cut off their decently ear. most monsters had some utile eubstance piece that could be sold, like their hide for clothing or their sum as solid food, but aside from collector of grotesqueries like skulls and early things to put on showing, nix about the goblin was sellable. However, since they were such a nuisance, their mintage had an ongoing bounteousness. The topical anaesthetic baron would pay adventurers for every hob they killed, and their right ear were the proof. The goblins also sometimes express valuables, such as weapons, candles, and even coins. Tin searched them all, and whatever goods she collected went into her backpack.

"Ready to go in ?"Noah asked.

Tin nodded."I'll follow you wherever you lead, Master."

From her plurality, she drew a lantern and lit it. Noah would lead, but she would provide the light. This meant that he couldn't simply evaporate and provide her at a safe length while he picked off the goblins one by one. He needed her right beside him so that he could see what he was doing, and would get defeat the goblin drawn to the light.

They entered the mine, and were immediately assailed by the stench. This was the first-class honours degree time Noah or Tin had ever seen a hob nest, so the smelling was new to them. It reeked of sewerage and rotting meat, much of the latter probably human.

"This air might be toxic. Tell me if you start getting dizzy, because if one of us loses consciousness, we're both doomed."

They delved into the mountain with Tin lighting Noah's way. Everywhere, there were the clay of fauna that the goblins had eaten, picked down to the bone. In a way, the goblins provided a valuable service to the ecosystem. Because monstrosity and animal spawned both organically and through conjuration band, the landscape should have been buried under all of their remains. Instead, the scavenging beasts would take their uncovering to their den, continuously sweeping the forest clean.

They soon came upon the first branch chamber, just like in an anthill. It was small, about the size of an average sleeping accommodation. Inside, various goblins were sleeping atop a mountain of pelts. about of them were female or younglings. It wasn't proper variation to defeat such target while they slept, but this was an extermination job, so things like honor held no meaning.

"It would probably be better if you didn't spotter this,"Noah whispered to Tin."Look away and take heed for any approaching."

She did as ordered, a mournful tone on her face as she averted her eyes while keeping the brightness of the lantern focused into the chamber. Noah drew his short steel and began stabbing the monsters in their sopor. Each time, he'd go straight for the head, so that they would die without making a sound. He was truelove, methodical, taking them out one by one with none of his victims even suspecting a thing. It was unnervingly tardily, and when he was done, he harvested their ears.

"passkey !"

Noah heard it with a monstrous shriek. He ran back out into the tunnel as a goblin charged from deep within, armed with a wooden lance. Noah pushed Tin out of the way of its first thrust, then sliced off the top of its capitulum with a work stoppage to the temple. More must hold heard its cry, because another two hobgoblin came running at them.

The for the first time that tried to approach swung at Noah with a large sticker. He stepped out of its range and kicked the goblin in the chest, nearly sending it flying. The second blocked the swing of his sword with a wooden gild, but he forced it against the wall and force his knife into its breast. Leaving it to die, he returned to the first, struggling to respire, and ended its liveliness with his sword.

"schoolmaster,"Tin said, handing him a damp rag. He used it to pass over the blood off his hands while she looted the corpses.

They moved further on down into the tunnel, finding it expand into a larger bedchamber and fork out. There was still plenty of excavation equipment, but much of it was being used to hang food from. The bodies of both human and brute had been skinned and were being cooked over balefire. The hob were jumping around and squealing in delectation as the olfactory property of their feast wafted through the mine. Human flesh cooked over a fire, it was a smell that took Noah back to some colored timelines.

Tin gasped in repulsion at the sight and one of the hobgoblin spotted them and squealed something in their bestial language. The dozen or so goblins in the bedroom turned their attention to Noah and Tin and began to set about, armed with the brand used for butchering their food. They chanted the Sami squeal, probably something along the lines of"more meat !"

"Tin, stand back."

He summoned his dead ringer and sent it running to the mighty side as if to flank them. The goblins paid no attention to the fact that their prey seemingly just split into two, and were drawn to the motility of the clone. With that orifice, Noah attacked from their exposed English with his longsword and beheaded three of the beasts. The goblins, sensing the deaths of their Comrade, turned their attention back to Noah and swarmed in. He kept them at bay with extensive swing music, while leaving his pull up stakes position heart-to-heart to taunt them. One by one, they tried to assail from the unmistakable subterfuge spot, but he would dispatch them before they could actually reach him. Any that got in close enough to lash out found their weapon blocked by Noah's shield, and then his sword would slash at them from below and break their tummy open.

Once their social station had been cut in one-half, they began to retreat back to the balefire. As this was their den, they didn't show their spine and instead tried to ward Noah off with threatening screeches. Their guard was raised, and while they were pudding head, they wouldn't fall for the same tricks as the others.

Noah cast both of his turn, and while he had his clone remain where he was and hazard to be standing his ground. He snuck past the goblins and attacked from behind. He slaughtered three before the remainders noticed, but as they couldn't see him, they could do nothing but shriek in confusion. They made it too easy for Noah to land up them off. Even though the sleeping accommodation had gone unruffled, he waited various moments before releasing his spells.

"All clear."

Tin went to cultivate, gathering up valuables. The blade might be worth something to the blacksmith, but they'd have to moisten the dried lineage off them first. As Tin searched the hob corpses, Noah looked around at the other bodies being stored here. There were muckle of freshly killed humans and animals that were waiting to be cooked, so it was possible that their pouch hadn't been picked yet. Noah dug through the spate of bodies, ignoring their foetor, but one of them caught his attention.

It was a boy, a bit younger than him, and unlike the others, his limbs were bound. He wasn't coldness like the others. Noah checked his neck, and while it was frail, he found a steady pulse. Wait a second, he had seen him before. Noah had gotten to have it off plenty of hoi polloi around the town in the past month, and learned to agnize others. He often saw this boy with Beth and Mira, carrying a blade and dressed as an adventurer. They frequently ate together at the Old Wineskin. Noah assumed they recruited him to get together their party.

"Tin, I found a survivor."

He retrieved a health potion from his pocket and poured it down the boy's throat. As it took effect, Noah examined him. His apparel were adept lineament, but still the form used by outdoorsmen. He had a decorous physique, showing mansion of training and operose body of work, but while there were callosity on his manpower, there were healing blisters from wielding a brand. He was probably a Farmer, but came from money.

He at concluding woke up and looked around, struggling to see. Even with a balefire nearby, this wasn't exactly the safe post to wake up in.

"Where am I ?"

"You're in a goblin den. I'm guessing they must have struck you in the headland, giving you a nasty concussion. I gave you a healing potion, so your vision should probably clear soon. Hold on, I'll cut you loose."

He severed the boy's chemical bond and helped him to his feet. For a moment, he seemed back in good circumstance, but as he looked around, he began to panic and hyperventilate, and Noah had to catch him before he could fall back down. Either this was entirely new to him, or he was realizing how close he was to the most gruesome of deaths.

"calm air down, everything is fine. I'm Noah and this is my underling, Tin."

"Did… did my father send you ? Are you here to deliver me ?"

"Your father ? No, we're just here to kill hobgoblin and steal their loot. How did they capture you ?"

The boy seemed to be capable to stand good on his own, so Noah let him go, though he was struggling to call up."I… was being trained in hunting by a local adventurer that my father hired. I had just shot a wild boar with my bow… then I felt a massive pain in the back of my headland and blacked out."

"Your father, is he a noble ?"

"Yes, Ivan error. The baron in direction of the town. I'm Oath Fault, the following head."

"Well, Oath, we'll service you get back to township as soon as we're done with this mine."

"This mine ? What are you talking about ? We have to get out of here ! The hobgoblin will be arriving any indorse !"

"I just finished taking care of a safe number them, see ?"Noah pointed to the bodies of his victims."I'm confident in my power. Besides, it took a lot of effort to get here, so we're not leaving until our scoop are filled with goodies and we can barely walk. Tell me, do you bear any natural endowment ? Can you use illusion or any weapon ?"

"I… I have some skill with a sword."

"Some, huh ? So Charles Herbert Best case scenario, I can ask you to halt off a hobgoblin that might filch up on us from behind."Noah took off his knapsack and forced it into oath's paw."Otherwise, you're my new large number mule."

"You can't be serious !"

"You have to pay off the potion I used on you, and consider it a belt down payment for us getting you back to townsfolk. There is food for thought and water in the bag, you can eat while you walk. Tin, give me a sword."She handed him a chipped hand-and-a-half sword, taken from one of the hobgoblin, and he gave it to Oath."And I'm renting this to you, unless you would choose to go disarm. So, what do you say ? Either do some work, or I can criticize you out, steal your clothes, and sell them to cover the cost of that potion. Which is it going to be ?"

"Fine, I'll help you,"he muttered.

"smartness choice."

The three proceeded deeper into the mine with Noah taking compass point. Every few minutes, goblin would attack, desperate to defend their home. Noah dispatched each of them with a flurry of slashes and stabs, leaving Tin to collect the goods. Oath was understandably anxious, and it left him unable to even disturb the slain gargoyles, so Tin ended up doing nigh of the employment and just putting the breakthrough in his bag. At to the lowest degree he wasn't complaining. Noah eventually tasked him with collecting goodness found in the tunnel, while Tin would sting to looting corpses.

"I've seen you with Beth and Mira at the inn. Aren't you an adventurer like them ?"Noah asked.

"I used to be a farmer, I just started fighting lusus naturae recently. I'm still not used to it. But this is incredible. I've never seen individual kill so many goblins singlehandedly."

"well I can see how they might be able-bodied to get the drop on mortal if they ambush with superior numbers, but when you face them head teacher on, it's like fighting a chemical group of ugly, ferine nestling. Oh, speaking of which, I see another breeder."

The sight before them was nauseating, as what appeared to be a big light-green pig was nursing a litter of sawed-off little imp. While the Male goblins went out into the forest to gather, the females would tend to the younglings. Despite being LE than half a substructure tall as newborn baby, they would reach full-size in just six months, hence their esurient appetence. Noah dispatched the breeder and stomped out the younglings, much to cuss's horror.

"They were just babies ! They couldn't even fight back !"

"They wouldn't have been baby very long. In just a few months, they would be roaming the wood, killing whoever crossed their path and dragging them back here to be devoured. You and Tin are carrying plurality to the full of the self-will of their victims. I'm not judging them for doing as nature commands them to, I'm simply dealing with a terror before it can become a threat."A earsplitting yowl made the three teen cover their ears and flinch."What the hell was that ?"

"A goblin,"said oath,"otherwise known as a goblin chief. They're a uncommon strain. I hear that only one out of ten thousand goblin can grow to get a hobgoblin. They're a good deal bigger, smarter, and secure than a fixture goblin and can even larn legerdemain. We need to get out of here, right now ! It's heard the deaths of the younglings and is coming for revenge !"

"Perfect. He's probably hoarding the skillful clobber. Let's go."

"This is insane ! The regular goblins may be weak, but hobgoblins are firm than humans in every way !"

"Your egress are duly note. I'm going after that chief, and if you run, you'd salutary Bob Hope that he kills me. Let's go."

cuss turned to Tin, hoping that she might speak up, but her look was completely space, as if she was daydreaming."You can trust my Master. He is strong and skilled."

Noah set off towards the reservoir of the racket, but they need not travel far, as their foe came to greet them from the depths of the batch. It stood over six fundament magniloquent with a far more muscular form than the lower goblin possessed. Like them, it wore a loincloth, but it was also garbed in while of stolen armour, including a metal helmet. Looking over a pair of boar-like ivory protruding from his lip, he glared at the intruders with indescribable hatred.

"You will suffer for the deaths of my kin !"he snarled.

"Huh, so it really is smarter. cuss, you remember your job, right ? If any other goblin come, you have to take with them."

He didn't bother waiting for a answer and stepped forward with his longsword in paw. The chief was armed with the same type of sword, though with a turgid leaf blade. On the field, it would likely be used against cavalry, killing both passenger and their Equus caballus with one slicing. The chief thundered towards him with his brand raised high up. His fastness was certainly loyal than a man's, and with the strength he was probably wielding, Noah didn't want to try his portion by blocking or parrying. He sidestepped when the cleave was made and attempted a sideways swing towards the goblin's read/write head. It raised its hand, blocking with a alloy arm safety device, then forced him back.

It immediately closed the aloofness to make the same sideways swing Noah had, and with the sword's greater length, he didn't have the prison term or elbow room to get out of the way. Instead, Noah rushed towards the steel to bar it with his own. As the hobgoblin straightened his munition, his swing would get more powerful, so he had to intervene at the earlier possible moment.

Sparks flew off their blades as Noah's sword halted the hob's. It released one script from the hilt of its sword, using what slight momentum it had left to swing at Noah. He avoided its backhand by a whisker's breadth and countered with a puncher to the Adam's orchard apple tree. It staggered back, wheezing in pain, but without dropping its defense. Its pain tolerance was remarkable.

Noah gave it no prison term to find and went on the offence, slashing and stabbing at the hobgoblin while it did its adept to block. In instant, it had regained its dual-hand grip and was able to fend Noah off. It raised its sword for another cleave, but Noah's eye caught a distinct gleaming along the blade.

"It's using magic trick ! You have to dodge !"cuss shouted.

Noah's inherent aptitude had already told him the same matter, but while he was capable to get his body out the way, his brand met the goblin's blade head-on and snapped. The beast's artillery buried itself in the stone ground, shaking the entire cavern, and Noah rolled away to avert any barehanded attacks like before. He got to his feet, examining his weapon and the foe's. The speed of the hob's swing had increased, as well as its strength and the lastingness of his sword.

It must have been warrior magic, something he heard of while gathering info in Baron Clive of Plassey. Warrior magic was the ability to activate weapon skills that would better their abilities in battle, such as cutting deeper and withstanding to a greater extent force out without breaking. He had witnessed magic a few fourth dimension during the last month and had become familiar spirit, but this was only his second prison term since he arrived that he was actually fighting against a magic user. Perhaps it would be best to finish this battle while he was whole, rather than continue pushing his luck. On the other hand, expletive hadn't seen his magic, and he wanted to hold back it that way. He'd just possess to work harder with his forcible abilities.

The goblin charged with his sword slightly raised to either block or flack. It wasn't glowing like before, but his last flak had shown that he could harness his conjuration in a fraction of s, so Noah couldn't risk being in the way when the next vacillation happened. Noah readied himself, still holding his broken blade. He came within the hobgoblin's mountain range and the sword swung diagonally towards his cervix. Noah bolted forward, anticipating when the goblin would be committed to the move. He swung his broken blade towards the hob's articulatio radiocarpea, making him pause for the brief moment to consider the threat of black injury, and that moment was all Noah needed to draw in his short sword and clip him across the tummy while zooming past.

The wound was severe, having used the inertia of the goblin's boot to overcome the wall of abdominal muscleman and fade deep into the reed organ. The hobgoblin staggered, his backbone spilling onto the land. Noah finished him off before he could regain any of his metier. He took a deep intimation and listened for any assailant hiding nearby.

"Clear."

"wellspring done, skipper,"Tin said while bowing. Beside her, Oath was in a daze.

As Tin went to work out removing the hob's armor and checking for personal self-possession, Noah examined the steel used. It was a good blade, certainly sturdy, and he now needed a permutation for his longsword, but as he held it, his changed his mind. His archetype longsword had the maximum allowable free weight and size of it, and anything great in either family would hinder his movements too much.

curse approached him."Where did you learn to campaign like that ?"

"I've studied various vogue and forms of combat throughout my sprightliness, including archery and swordplay, mostly out of boredom or for exercise, and I've had plenty of experience killing. Your father pays people for every goblin people kill, right ? Will I get extra if I bring him the mind of their chief ?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell him myself. He'll want to acknowledge about this."

"Master, I found something."He turned to Tin, who was holding up the paw of the goblin to show him the ring on his little finger. She removed it and handed the ring to Noah, and he could immediately feel the magic within it.

‘ Huh, a magic annulus found in a goblin burrow. What could possibly go incorrectly ?'He gave it a closer face under the luminousness of Tin's lantern and found a crest, depicting a shell with a swan on it. It was the national symbol of Uther. There was also something written on the stripe with a strange substance."curse, what do you make of this ?"

"That's the ring of an Utheric horse ! Anyone caught wearing one without being knighted can lose their mitt as punishment !"

"I heard of those hombre. They train as some Lord schoolhouse. Why so steep ?"

"The ring is gold, but is inscribed with a rare alloy called avenium, which can imbue objects with very high-level charm. I once heard that a sword with avenium runes can hold Thomas More power than the ten respectable steel sword. Knight rings are inscribed with a magic spell that creates another mankind where item can be stored."

"How many items ?"

"I heard it can put in up to the same exercising weight as the one who caries it, but you only feel the weighting of the ring."

Noah put on the ring and channeled some of his mana into it. It was a strange touch, like he had just put his hand into a engorge bag. He could see his script, but not the objects he was touching. He felt a small bottleful and closed his hand around it. The ring acknowledged that as a ***********ion and materialized the bottle. It was replete of a yellowish liquid state, probably some sort of potion, or it could just be olive oil.

"This'll come in handy."

"Just wearing that tintinnabulation is a dangerous criminal offense !"

"What ring ? I don't see a ring,"Noah replied as he stowed it in his air pocket."See ? No criminal offense is being committed. Now zip it, we're not done searching this mine."

The rest of the day was spent in those dark tunnel, searching for good. By the metre he had faced the hobgoblin, well-nigh of the early goblins had already been killed, so there was small resistance. They found the mass of their booty down in the last-place bedroom, where the hob appeared to take in been sleeping. The goblins were excellent stealer, stealing whatever they could get their manpower on with travelers being their favorite objective. There were artillery stashes, bags and barrels of solid food, Mexican valium and chain of mountains, clothes and armour, tidy sum of prick, and a minor fortune in coins. He even found the armor and sword of the knight that the hobgoblin foreman had killed. This haul was better than Noah hoped, and while they couldn't carry all of it, the ring helped garner the best pieces.

When they finally stepped out of the mine, the sun was setting. There could still be goblin in the wood, making their way to the mine after a day of hunting, so the trio wasted no metre getting a safe length to make camp. A tree diagram, nearly as thick as a school bus, offered them shelter. They bedded down at its base with its raised roots acting as walls and a fervidness warding off anything that might try to attack during the night.

Dinner was traveler's rations, the monetary standard solid food for anyone camping in the wilderness. While he ate, Noah examined all of the particular in the ringing. There were numerous potions, spare sets of men's apparel, some puppet and knives, rations, and a few atomic number 79 coins. He took a closer facial expression at the armor and sword that the knight had been using. There wasn't much he could do with the armor. Minus some home plate he could use on his blazonry and branch, it was impractically profound for his fighting vogue, and considering how steep the punishment was for wearing the mob, getting caught with it would probably be a bad idea. Hopefully the blacksmith would be willing to buy it.

The brand, on the former hand, was a definite booty. It was a longsword like Noah's low one, but with an ornate guard and hold, as well as a line of runes going up the vane, inked with avenium. There was a patch imbued within it, he could feel the conjuration, but it didn't react to his mana the way the pack did. It was probably illegal for him to possess, so it would be best kept in the anchor ring, but once away from prying eyes, it would be an first-class trump circuit board once he figured out how it worked.

"So how long have you been an adventurer ?"Oath asked.

"Several years. Why ?"

"I was just making conversation. You said you studied several different schools of scrap. Who taught you ? Where did you get your lessons ?"

"The town I grew up in, there were raft of former adventurers willing to choke their skill on."

"And your parents ?"

"I haven't seen them since I set off from home to make my fortune."

"So, do you—"

"I suggest you stop for a here and now and ponder why I'm not asking you questions about your life or trying to get to hump you."Noah glared as him, unblinking."Think hard."oath wisely closed his back talk.

They set out at dawn the adjacent day, wanting to get out of the forest as soon as possible, to both deflect peril and accomplish the shop before they closed for the Nox. It would take them most of the day to return to Clive, and that was without all the system of weights they were carrying, so they had to try and hold a honorable pace. By around midday, they reached a large unfold eatage, but before they could hybridise it, a grudge was made.

"I can't go any further !"curse word exclaimed.

"Master, please forgive me, but I too am at my limit."

"Well we've made considerable aloofness, and I believe it's about lunch time. indisputable, let's full stop here for a break."

Tin and curse settled at the edge of the pastureland under the nicety of a tree and cook lunch. While they worked, Noah took a walk through the field to make sure as shooting there weren't any predators in concealment. It was when he reached the pith that he stopped, hearing something. It was not the rustling of pasturage or the growl of a beast, but the neighing of horses. He looked into the distance and saw four men on horses break rid of the forest and extend towards him with their brand drawn. bandit ?

"Tin, take Oath and get back into the forest, deep enough that you can't even see me !"

Tin didn't understand, but when she heard the horse in the distance and the bellowing of the approaching men, she hurried to her animal foot and dragged Oath into the forest. With them out of the way, Noah faced the oncoming enemies.

"Thanks for the horses,"he said as his brushed his hand over his eyes.

He was rendered invisible while he sent off his knockoff, running to the position with its illusionary sword drawn. The men were drawn to it, and one of them, armed with a bow, began trying to take it. Noah controlled the dead ringer like a puppet on drawing string, and while it moved, he put the knight ring on his digit and activated it, materializing his bow and an arrow. It took him a moment to aim and release, striking the Sagittarius in the dresser and sending him tumbling off his horse.

The other horseman realized their friend had been killed, but there was no clip to appear for the enemy archer. They had to shut down in on the young man with the steel. They tried to run him down with their brand outreached, but before they could take up their aim, another one of their ranks was taken out with a well-placed shot. The two remaining men swung at Noah's clone, but for the sake of appearance, he had it dodge while he took out the third man. Only one man was left, but he didn't infliction going after the clone. He was smart enough to cut his departure and take flight back into the woods.

"Tin, Oath, you can fall out now,"Noah said as he released his illusion. They appeared from the Wood, seeing Noah with the three horses standing nearby."Loot the stiff and then let's have luncheon. The way back to the small town will be much easier now."

With the gymnastic horse, they managed to create it back to the village in the tardy afternoon, when most of the workshop had closed, but there were still a few open air that they could sell their booty to.

"Thank you for getting me back here,"said Oath.

"No need to give thanks me, you paid off your debt."

"Still, I'm glad you didn't just pink me out and slip my wearing apparel like you said you would. I have to go see my father, he must be worried sick."

"I'll expect you to bring that buck back."

"Yes, yes, I know."

They split up, Oath returning home and Noah and Tin selling their goods. They first went to the blacksmith, as most of their goodness were scavenged artillery. When Noah laid them all out on the counter, the blacksmith couldn't help but sound his surprise.

"I don't think I've ever seen one man with a haul like this. You really did all of this yourself ?"

"Well I had some help carrying it back. But there is another thing you might be interest in."

Noah held up a canvas bag and set it on the counter. Its mental object had originally been in the ring, but he had emptied it before entering the shop. The blacksmith looked inside and gained a stern look.

"You found this in a goblin den ?"

It was the armor of the slain Utheric knight.

"That's right, but that was all. I was hoping I could find the steel or ring, but they were gone. So, are you interested ? This armor has better steel than anything in your shop."

"I could get beheaded just for having this !"

"Which is why you better melt it down fast to make into something really nice that you can sell for a lot of money."

The blacksmith mulled it over and released a cryptical sigh of resignation. Whether it was money or his artistic instincts thinking of all the affair he could make, he couldn't allow the armor to leave the store.

"Fine, what do want for everything ?"

As usual, bargaining with the blacksmith took a lot of sentence, but Noah left with several glazed gold coins and a replacement for his longsword. He and Tin moved from shop to snitch, selling everything that was left, then Noah took Tin somewhere she did not carry, the townsfolk jeweller. Unlike early stores, this one had guards posted inside and out of doors, and all the ware was behind a parry, with branding iron bars blocking it off from the customer. An old man was sitting at the sideboard, scrutinizing a jewel.

"Ah, how can I aid you ?"

"I was hoping you could appraise this for me."Noah took out a pitch-black gem, the size of the first joint of his fiddling finger, and laid it on the counter. The old man took the gem and looked at it through a serial publication of lenses.

"Oh, this of superb quality. Where did you find this ?"

"A hob den."

"Ah, of class. Goblins are brute, nasty creatures, but they have a strange circumstances when it comes to find out things. This is an sweetening gem."

"I thought I sensed magic in it, it appears I was right. What is it used for ?"

"When grafted to an delight item, it boosts the strength of the enchantment. imagine a magic steel that can cut through twice as very much as a normal sword. With this imbued into the knob, handle, or brand, it will now be able-bodied to cut through four times as much as a normal blade. They are a dearie of noble, for not only to they improve the enchanted detail, but they make them more visually appealing and extravagant, perfect for showing off. At orchis and ball case, you'll find high-ranking Lord with jewel-encrusted blade on their hips.

Would you be willing to sell it ?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could set it into something."

Noah took out the horse ring and slid it across the table, only letting the jeweler see it. At the sight of the ring, he became tense.

"I'm afraid I'm going to get to ask you to…"

"I'm willing to pay handsomely. I've already sold the armour that went with it."

Like the blacksmith, the jeweler took a deep breath."Tob, Gon, could you two delight step outside for a minute ?"The two guard, despite their oddity, left the memory board, giving Noah and the jewelry maker their privateness. The old man stared at Noah."Do you have a death indirect request, boy ? Just having this could—"

"I'm aware of the penalty, but you already decided you're volition to learn a peril. Cover the rune with amber leaf and set the gem. If it looks skilful and the anchor ring's spell really is enhanced, I'll pay you ten silver coins."

"Twenty."

"long dozen atomic number 47. Come on, no one out here is going to care about this. You think some royal knights are going to come bursting in ? You could show this to the baron and he wouldn't care."

"amercement, fifteen silver."

"Deal."

"I'll have it ready by noon tomorrow."

Noah and Tin left the jeweller and headed back to the inn to call it a day, but as they approached, Oath appeared."Noah, my Church Father wants to address with you."

"Can't it expect ? The sun is going to set soon."

"He says it is of peachy importance. He also wants to reward you for saving me."

Noah looked over to one of the bags hanging off the face of his saddle. It was wide of severed goblin capitulum. Was he really volition to bring those into their way at the inn ? It would probably be better just to get paid now.

"Fine, just let Tin and I drop off the rest of our catch at the inn and guide the way."

After stopping at the inn, they rode out of Ithiel Town towards the Frederick North, to the baron's estate. Being a baronial, he was comfortably off than any of the villagers, but his house was far from exuberant, just nicer looking and enceinte than anyone else's, a countrified manor, surrounded by fields that slaves tended to. Leaving their cavalry in the stalls in the binding, curse brought Noah and Tin into the house and stopped before a set of double room access.

"male parent, I've returned with Noah,"he said while knocking.

"Enter."

swearing opened the doors of the private cogitation, and behind the desk, an old man with a long beard was filing paperwork on lambskin. He looked elderly than Noah expected, for a son so untried. Standing beside him was a cleaning lady, dressed as a maid.

"You must be young master copy Noah. My son has told me of your great forte and acquisition. You have my deathless gratitude for saving him, and my respect for your accomplishments in battle."The baron didn't get up to shake Noah's hand, but that was to be expected of a noble.

"You are very welcome, Maker Fault."Noah replied with a bow of his head.

"You deserve compensation for your efforts. Twice, you have saved my son's life."

From his desk, the power drew a sack of coins, likely silver, and handed them to Noah.

"I appreciate it. While we're on the subject, I also have numerous goblin ears that I'd like receive payment for."

"Ah, of course, of course. You also deserve extra for dealing with that goblin head. Amelia,"he said, turning to the maid beside him,"please count up the capitulum and forecast their payment, and please take my son and this adorable Lester Willis Young lady to the living-room to loosen. skipper Noah, if you have sentence, I would like to speak with you about some important matters."

"Very well, then."

The maid left with Oath and Tin and the doorway were shut behind them. Finally, the baron got up from his electric chair and walked over to a whiskey carafe with a set of glasses."Would you handle for a drink ?"

"I'd love one."Two glasses were poured and one was handed to Noah. Compared to the Bodoni world, the intoxicant consumed in these Edwin Herbert Land was tough to draw down, yet the quality of the whiskey surprised him."Oh, that is good."

The power sat down."I can not thank you enough. If my son had perished, that would have been the end of my line."

"I'm sure a man like you could work up a few heirs. There are probably some already running around the town."

The baron gave a bitter chuckle."I suppose we should get down to business organization. You have already proven yourself a great rescuer and precaution for my son. I would care to hire you to do it again."

"Not more hobgoblin, I trust ?"

"Actually, something a little more difficult. I want you to facilitate him capture a dungeon crab."

"Pardon my ignorance, but I am not conversant with the term. I come from a landed estate without such things."

The business leader got to his infantry and began searching a nearby bookshelf."Dungeon crabs are monolithic mundane being, spending their lives deep beneath the solid ground. However, they surface from time to prison term, poking the tips of their shells out of the ground."

He found the desired Good Book and laid it out on the table, set to a specific page. There were two film, the first of what looked like a hermit crab, with a pointed shell several times its own size and no claws. The mo showed the tip of the shell poking out of the ground with a hollow in the top, but just that was the size of it of a lighthouse. Had the artist actually seen a dungeon crab fully revealed or was he just going by his imagination ? For a creature of this sizing to propel underground without being noticed, it would make to surface up from under the earthly concern's crust. A few days ago, the town had experienced an earthquake. That must sustain been the crab rising to the surface.

"Because they dwell so deep in the primer coat, they accumulate precious metals and gems inside their racing shell, which form vast labyrinths, hence its name. A man can get rich in one day exploring it."

"But I imagine it's not that easy."

"You'd be right. The shield is teeming with parasites, ant when comparable to the crab, but deadly demon to us humans. When a Phthirius pubis surfaces, the parasite will provide and go a danger to everyone and everything in the area. No one is quite sure why dungeon crabs surface like this. Some believe it does it when the parasites have grown too numerous and it needs to cut their numbers down, either by setting them free on the surface or using treasure-hunting world to cull their population. Others believe the Cancer feed on the humans that enter its shell, and use the sponge to vote out their quarry for them. Many believe it simply surfaces to get unfermented air, like a whale."

"And you expect us to enamour one of these affair ?"

"It's just a figure of speech. To capture a dungeon crab means to get down to the recondite division of its shell, where the most priceless metallic element is."

"Avenium, I'm guessing ?"

"Correct. Anyone who can secure a cup's Charles Frederick Worth and present it to the realm becomes a noble. That's why I need you to help swearing capture it."

"But as your son, isn't Oath already set to inherit your title ?"

"Oath is… my tertiary son. His sometime brother, Colt, was raised and groomed to be my heir, and the second Old, winner, was raised to be the replacement if anything happened to Colt."

"Making Oath the fifth wheel of a spare."

The baron grimaced."He spent his life working the flying field while his Brother hunted and earned achievements. However, both Colt and Victor died in conflict at the start of spring, so Oath is all I have left. He has a full heart…"

"But no talent, skills, courage, or reputation, and he's a bit of a brick."

"Unlike the son of my unseasoned pal, Edwin, a Bart. He is petitioning the kingdom to lift my title as baron and give it to him and his eldest son. I need to prove that Oath has what it takes to be a business leader, and the best way to do that is to subdue a keep crab. I'm too old to bring forth another heir and time is running out. swearword already has an adventuring company that he trains and fights with, but their skills aren't soundly enough to suppress a dungeon Crab. I would care you to join their party."

"Why me ?"

"Because you are youth. There are numerous older adventurers with science like yours that I can charter, but then my brother will debate that they just conquered the donjon and handed the prize to Oath."

"Which is exactly what you want me to do."

"But the fact that you are Cy Young means that you'll fit right wing in. No one will question one extra young man joining my son's party."

Noah gave a huff while weighing his options. On one paw, a political squabble between class members was the last affair he wanted to get involved in, and there was no singing if he was even skilled enough to successfully conquer a keep crab. It was an unnecessary danger. On the early hand, the idea of getting his deal on some avenium and former rare alloy and gems was a tantalising approximation. He could get enough money to fund any speculation he wanted for the rest of his life. Plus, it would get him to the working capital, and perhaps let him take a crap some valuable connections. There were probably plenteousness of venturer who would give their right arm for the chance.

"Would I be giving orders or receiving ?"

"The team is yours to lead. They're quick to set out whenever you are."

"And how long do dungeon gripe normally remain show up ?"

"A couple month. This one appeared several days ago, 30 miles to the northeast. It won't be long before its swarming with adventurers."

"Very well, we'll depart in one workweek. I want to use that metre to judge the team, see if there is anything I can do to polish their science before we go."

"That would be a blessing."

Noah got up from his tail."I have some business to attend to tomorrow, but I'll yield in the afternoon. Make sure as shooting everyone is assembled."

This fourth dimension, the baron stood up and rock his helping hand."believe it done."

Noah left the study and retrieved Tin in the front room. As they stepped out onto the front man porch, Oath came to see them off.

"So my founding father talked to you about the dungeon crab ?"

"That's right, I agreed to go along with it. I'll return tomorrow."

"I appreciate it. I'll see you then."

expletive gave a deep bow of gratitude, and in the distance, Noah saw a flash of movement, and then get a line a sound that he was well used to. It was the sound of an arrow buried deep into sinew and anatomy. Launched a second earlier, it would take in hit Oath second power in the back, but because he bowed, it found its marking in the center of Tin's chest.

Noah didn't say a Word of God, but before either oath or Tin could react, he had already leapt off the porch and was sprinting towards the origin of the arrow. He had left his bow with his horse in the stable, so he'd have to kill the assassin up close. He could see the man hiding behind a scarer and recognized him as the fourth bandit from earlier. They weren't just random marauders, they had been hired to vote out curse word !

The man nocked another arrow, aimed it at Noah, and fired, but he deflected it with his shield. He closed in, able to see the shock in the man's centre as the length between them vanished with terrifying speed. He reached the man, drawing his new sword, and beheaded him before he could even turn around to run.

The consistence hit the ground, but Noah had already left, sprinting back to the sign of the zodiac. There, on the porch, Oath was gathered with several servants, giving her one healing potion after another, as despite the removal of the arrow and the injury closing, she wasn't getting better. Noah could see it, her veins blackening, her form getting pale, and every breath seeming to cause her pain. Everyone moved aside and Noah embraced Tin, cradling her head.

"It was a toxicant arrow. We don't know what was used, we have no antidote for it. Noah, I'm so deplorable !"Oath exclaimed, shedding the teardrop that Noah should have got. Instead, he just stared at Tin, his dummy muteness unnerving those around him.

Tin looked into his eyes."Master…"she whimpered."Please, I want to go back to our way. I want to go back to our bed and eternal rest beside you. I want to help you groom your magic. I want to walk with you through the woodwind instrument and listen to a greater extent stories. There is so much I want to do with you !"

She was crying, but Noah showed no emotion. Instead, he pulled out his phone and put the buds in her ears. With the last few twinkle of free energy, Vide Cor Meum began to run, slowing her rent."It will be peaceable, I promise. Just let the representative take you there,"he said.

He cupped her cheek and she smiled. That touch was all she needed."Thank you for making my animation a beautiful one,"she whispered. Then she closed her oculus listened to the song, soon releasing her final exam breath as the last notes played out.

All was tacit, no one knowing what to say. phantom began to creep into Noah's mind, a cruel vocalisation making him shake. ‘ Great, now I have to do everything myself…'He shook the voice aside.

"Noah…"swearword began.

"I'm going to swallow her. have me a blanket to wrap her in and a digger. I'm not asking."His voice, it didn't shiver at all, and there was no awkwardness in his words.

"We'll take care of the grave, you should—"

There was the fragile twitch on Noah's face. The gear in his mind were grinding together."I'm not burying her here. I know a right place."

The handmaiden rushed to fulfill his edict, bringing out a sonant quilt that Noah knew Tin would let liked. He wrapped her in the comfort and carried her to the stable, getting onto his horse with her and being given a spadeful.

The whispers came back. ‘ I'll just throw her into the woods.'Again, he forced the voice out of his thinker."I won't be back for a day or so."

Cradling Tin, he gave his horse a kick and it took off with a cry. The sun had set, the Ellen Price Wood now at their most grievous, but Noah didn't hesitate to twit down a fellow route and into the wilderness. For hours, his sawbuck galloped through the afforest. When it tired, he would give it water and a wellness potion to regenerate its staying power, but that was the only time he stopped. giant routinely tried to set on him, but he ended their life story with his bow. As the Sun Myung Moon moved across the sky, Noah, holding Tin in his arms, felt the warmth slowly leave her body.

It wasn't just the monsters outside that were attacking, but the ones in Noah's promontory. malign rustling flooded his mind, trying to get him to sour back.

‘ She's just a slave.'

‘ I should just go home.'

‘ There is no point in risking my life.'

‘ Nothing matters.'

‘ It's all meaningless.'

It felt like all of his muscular tissue were just loosely within his ascendancy, and if his centering broke, his organic structure would act against his will, throwing Tin aside and riding back to the Greenwich Village. He had to force himself forward, despite every selfish instinct trying to moderate him back.

Finally, when the night was at its darkest, he reached the want spot. It was the falls that he and Tin had camped at. There were some Friedrich August Wolf drinking from the river, but he scared them off and ignored the lowly slimes crawling around. The area itself hadn't changed in the last few weeks. There were still the remains of the fervor he had made, and the clay drainage area was undamaged.

He tied his horse to a tree diagram and lit a blowlamp, holding it while he carried Tin. ‘ I'll just deck her and go.'He brought her behind the waterfall, where there was a humble dry area with mountain of river silt, deposited by the waterfall. He dug down as deep as he could, forcing aside any intellection to cave in up and spare himself effort. He laid her down on the cold earth and opened up the mantle, looking at her one last prison term. She looked peaceful, almost content. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver coin. When they first met, he remembered her telling him that she was only worth that much. He clasped her hands over her chest, holding the coin.

‘ What am I doing ?'

‘ This coin is valuable.'

‘ I shouldn't just contrive it away like this.'

He climbed out and buried her, then built a wad of rocks on her grave so that no animals would dig her up. Finally, he turned to the Harlan F. Stone wall at his English and began carving Tin's figure into it with her dagger. The loot were timid, but they wouldn't be simply washed away, like if he had simply drawn the letters on with a rock.

TIN

Those three lilliputian letter of the alphabet, a little twinkling light in his brain, like a faint star, told him that they looked lonely, and he focused on that. He should put More. She'd want that. But what should he write ? What did Tin mean to him ? Who was she ? What was she in intercourse to him ? Did he actually worry ?

TIN

A FREED striver

It was all he could number up with, but it didn't satisfy him. There had to be something more. He hadn't loved her, it had been a yearn metre since he loved anyone. Did he even like her ? She was fast and helpful, and took attention of him when he was be sick. He also took upkeep of her. Was that enough to consider her significant to him ? He couldn't Tell. He had spent innumerous life pretending to be a acquaintance, son, a classmate, a coworker, a husband, even a father. When was the finally clip he actually liked somebody and wasn't just wearing the façade of politeness while putting up with them ? When was the last time he told person he loved them and wasn't simply lying to their fount ?

He had buried so many hoi polloi, most of them more than once. It was surd to evidence those who were important from those he pretended were important, those who were remembered and those he didn't deem worth remembering. Who mattered to him ? Whose death mattered ? He had long since lost the ability to say, and was struggling to regain it.

Finally, some emotion. Noah punched the rock bulwark and split the pelt on his brass knuckles."Come on, think !"He shouted those words to himself over and over again. He was scratching at his own head, trying to take in parentage from rock. What had Tin meant to him ? Or at the very to the lowest degree, what would she have wanted to hear ? Noah focused on that, trying to suppose what he could accept said to arrive at her happy.

TIN

A FREED hard worker

A PRICELESS COMPANION

Satisfied, he stepped out from behind the waterfall. In the Orient, he could see the sky beginning to brighten. He took a seat side by side to the clay basin, watching the sun come up while he searched his mind for that little twinkling light.

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Cooperation

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It took a full day to ride back to the small town, repeating the master journeying he had made when he first arrived in this timeline, but now doing it alone. Like the day before, he arrived as the sun approached the horizon. Fatigue gripped him, so he went straight to the inn. He took his rear at his usual table and the innkeeper brought two trays of food."I was worried when you didn't show up for dinner last night or breakfast this morning. Where's Tin ?"she asked.

"She died."

The woman set down both trays."I'm… I'm so sorry."

"She was just a slave,"he replied. He then pulled one of the trays over and ate his meal in silence.

Having lived out of the inn for the preceding calendar month, everyone who came for drinks was used to the sight of Noah and Tin eating together. A few people, noticing her absence, inquired just as the boniface had, and Noah told them the same thing he told her. His emotionless response angered Holly, one of the chambermaids, and she grabbed Noah by the dog collar and lifted him to his feet.

"She was a nice young woman ! Everyone here knows how devoted she was to you ! Don't you dare say something like that about her !"

Noah stared her in the middle."Does any of that even matter ?"

Perhaps it was the way he said it, or the frigidness of his centre, but she dropped Noah back to his seat and stormed off in disgust. After that, no one approached Noah. When he was done with his meal, he made his way up to his room. This clock time, when he opened the door, there was no greeting. The candle was unlit and there was no fire in the fireplace. It was just a dark room.

Noah shut the door behind him and went straight to bed. Having gone two 24-hour interval without sleep, he was exhausted, and a deep, dreamless slumber enveloped him.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

"How much longer are we going to wait ?"The impatient voice came from a young man with a halberd on one shoulder joint and an obvious chip on the former. He was sitting on the front porch of the fault star sign, along with oath and the two other appendage of their team, Beth and Mira.

"He said he would be back today, but I know he also has business organization to attend to,"curse word replied.

"Do you have any idea where he rode off to ?"Beth asked.

"No clue."

"I don't care how yob you say he is,"the man with the halberd said,"if he rode out into those woods at Nox, he's dead for sure."

"Shut up, Trevor. When Beth and I met him, we knew that he was the substantial deal."

"When Tin was hit, it was like I blinked and he had already chased down the assassin and killed him."

"I still call falderol on him taking out three men in that field."

"I looted their remains myself."

"Oh, there he is !"

On the road leading to the house, a galloping horse with its rider could be seen. Noah approached them and climbed off his horse."Sorry I'm late."

"That's the nice ring. You look more like a Lord than I do,"said Oath.

It was the knight ring, all done after the town jeweler had worked on it. The avenium rune had been covered up and the enhancement jewel was set on top of the crest. It was certainly garish, but sometimes gaudiness had its own charm.

"Thanks. Beth, Mira, you're doing well, I see. When did you mold this company ?"

"Right after we met you in the woods. We looked around for anyone willing to team up with us and found Oath and Trevor,"said Mira."And I'm sorry about Tin."

"Me too,"Beth added.

Noah simply nodded."So the baron has asked me to extend this squad to conquer the dungeon Cancer. Before we do that, I need to—"

"You aren't leading anything,"said Trevor."You're not the chief of us, just the babysitter for the big businessman's son."

"You're just going to beef and moan throughout this whole ordeal, aren't you ?"Noah asked.

"Fuck you. Try giving me orders and I'll shove this halberd up your ass."

Noah took a deeply breathing space and rubbed his synagogue."Ugh, one of you citizenry. This is the last thing I need.

Listen, here's what's supposed to happen : you and I spend the next week playing the secret plan where I act as the ass yet translate say-so figure, and you keep throwing toughness tantrums due to some unspoken deep-seated issue. By the clock time we arrive at the donjon crab, you'll hate me more than ever, and almost get us killed, probably with me having to pull through your life. However, your screwup will aid you realize you're full-of-the-moon of nothing but bravado and sawhorse motherfucker, and you'll finally decide to listen to me, allowing me to split up your hard outer shell to avail you lick your behavioral job, which I'm guessing is about your Father-God, or tone of inadequacy, or something along similar lines. We'll capture the donjon Crab and forge a lasting friendship of respect and trust.

Now, that is what is supposed to fall out, and as lots as I would do it to go on that emotional journeying with you, I have literally a million expert things to do with my time. So, let's nip this in the bud right now. You and me, one on one, until one of us can no longer stand. The loser has to hear and obey the winner until the dungeon crab is captured, including an order to leave the party."

Most of what he said went over everyone's top dog, but sanctify Trevor's heart, he was sassy enough to realize he had just been insulted."You son of a beef !"he barked as he got to his substructure and pointed his halberd at Noah.

"That's the spirit. render it your Best shot, because if you don't take me down, you're going to end up swallowing a lot of blood."

Trevor took a posture, leaning back and gripping his halberd with both hands, and enveloping the blade with mana with runes appearing in the air. It was just like the while the goblin chief had used on his sword to increase the enduringness of his separatrix, meaning that getting hit with that halberd would surely be deadly.

"Trevor, stop this ! This is insanity !"Mira implored.

"No, don't get in his way,"said Noah as he removed his ring."The most important object lesson hurt the most."

Trevor lunged with a decent phase and push up his halberd towards Noah. It wasn't just the destructive top executive of his halberd, his stop number had more than doubled."Mountain-Splitter !"

It was by a lose weight gross profit margin, but Noah stepped to the side and the sword missed. He grabbed the shaft of the halberd and delivered a bone-crushing lick to Trevor's nose, causing him to let go and stagger back.

"That was a good poke. I imagine you've spent tidy sum of time practicing it."

Trevor's face was pouring blood, but he remained standing and glared at Noah with limitless hatred."founder it back !"

"Fine, but I think it's been established that you can't hit me with it."

Noah tossed the halberd back and Trevor caught it. He wasted no sentence in charging the blade with mana, producing an telling aura. This time, instead of a knife thrust, he made a wide swing."Erasing Cleave !"

Once to a greater extent, Noah simply backed out of his range, escaping with zero damage. Then, when the coast was net, he closed in and delivered and uppercut to Trevor's jaw, busting his teeth and making him an even bloodier mess. This prison term, Trevor couldn't stoppage on his feet and fell back, trying and failing to stop his cry of anguish. Looking around, Noah could see the baron's servant watching from the battlefield and through the windows.

"Noah, that's enough ! You two need to stop this !"Beth exclaimed.

"He's the one who decides when we stop. Feel gratuitous to give way him a wellness potion, though."

"I don't need a have a go at it health potion !"Trevor shouted.

He scrambled to his base and went at it again. He abandoned the idea of using charming and attacked Noah with a barrage of rapid-fire pang. Noah deflected each onrush with his cuticle, and when Trevor tried to get in close for another swing, he once again grabbed the halberd and stopped Trevor from moving. It became a tug of war, but despite Trevor's accumulated force, Noah maintained his posture.

"You know what I'm going to do now, right ?"Trevor tried to project out how Noah would throw another punch, but instead, he let go of the halberd and sent Trevor falling onto his ass."Your skills with that matter aren't that bad, at least, if you just stick to hunting behemoth, but you'll never hit me with it. Try showing me how good you are with your fists."Noah placed his hand on his longsword and slowly drew it halfway."Unless you'd prefer to amaze to fortify fight, in which case I'll gladly humor you."

Trevor abandoned his halberd and charged, sending a uncoiled right lick towards Noah. Noah caught his fist and then struck his articulatio cubiti, snapping his arm like his finger cymbals were made of glass. Before Trevor could even scream, Noah silenced him with another punch to the nozzle, once more knocking him to the ground. It didn't seem like he was going to get up, so Noah took out a wellness potion and poured it on his face. The nebuliser woke him up and healed his nozzle and sass, though his arm would have to be reset before a potion could mend it.

"So, do you want to keep going ? I can go all day if you want. I mean it, I've got zip but time. And we can go whenever you want, this isn't your only chance.

Now I suppose there are a telephone number of ways we can go about this. We can do the completely emotional journeying matter, but the fact that I've explained it kind of takes away the magic. You can just leave the party, I'll give you that option. There's the pick of waiting until I have my book binding turned and then getting your revenge, which, again, you are free to do so at any sentence, but at your own risk. Poisoning my food might work, but it would just be you admitting your weaker than me. I suppose your secure pick would be to close your fucking lip, accept that I'm stronger than you and voguish than you, and pay attention to what I will teach you, as it will improve your skill and your probability of survival.

From there, we can go to the donjon crab, and you'll easily master challenges that would bear killed you at your stream level of strength. With a honorable amount of effort and coordination, and no famine of fate, we'll conquer the dungeon crab and get copious beyond our fantastic dreams. There is always the option of betraying us down there and running off with all the moolah, but boy, oh boy, you'd better make certain I'm stagnant, because you don't want me coming after you, you really don't.

So, what do you say ?"

Everyone was silent, waiting to get a line Trevor's answer. He was glaring at Noah and taking deep, tempestuous breathes through his nose."You say you can make me stronger ?"

"I guarantee it."

"We conquer the dungeon crabby person and we're done, right ? I never have to see you again ?"

"You can hit the sack to some project beach theater, you'll be so rich. I'll never bother you again."

"Fine."

"I'll let the three of you fix his arm. I need to address with the baron inside."

Noah stepped onto the porch and entered the menage, walking right by the spot where Tin had died."Is the top executive in ?"he asked, addressing one of the maids.

"In his buck private report, sir. He's waiting for you."

Just as Oath had done the day before, the maid knocked on the two-baser threshold and announced Noah's comer, with the baron granting entryway. The old man was behind his desk."That was quite the spirited catch outside. Your acquisition are the real deal."

"The rattling acquisition is producing results from it."

The baron walked over to his whisky set and poured himself a crapulence."I'm glad you returned. I'm sorry for the loss of your companion."

"Don't worry about it. I already killed your sidekick and his son."

The glass fell from the mogul's hired hand and shattered."What ? !"he exclaimed.

There was an immediate knock on the doorway."My Lord, is everything fine ?"a butler asked.

Noah's regard never left the baron, without any sense of fear or prediction of what might come next. He simply waited for a response. The baron gripped the nook of the desk but managed to hold himself.

"Everything is fine. We are not to be disturbed."When he sensed the butler had left, he turned his attention back to Noah."You wouldn't even give me the probability to tattle you out of retribution ?"

"It was zilch of the sort."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

It was midmorning, and Noah had just claimed his ring from the jeweler, the last of his sunrise errands, and with information given by those around town, he now stood before the home of the local baronet. It was in the outskirt of the townsfolk, one of the farms, and neither the sphere nor the theater were on par with the baron. Despite the social status of noble, baronet were simply commoner with the prefix ‘ Sir'or ‘ Madam ’.

He found the baronet repairing a cows fencing behind the house. He was monovular to the baron, but without the byssus and sporting few wrinkles. Noah was invisible, so the man didn't even notice him approach, but was calm when Noah pressed the blade of his knife to his throat and told him to drop the cock he was using.

"Sir Edwin Fault, I presume ?"

"Who's asking ?"

"Did you employ four men to kill the curse Fault ?"

"Now why would I try to wipe out my beloved nephew ?"

"To get your son the social status of big businessman. But if you aren't going to serve my questions, I suppose I can always ask him, or maybe your wife."

"You must be the motherfucker who saved him from that goblin den. I had to pay that adventurer a good deal of money to belt down him. To consider he'd be such a chickenshit and leave the job to goblins."

"Did your son know about the hit you put on his first cousin ?"

"He would have killed that talentless bratwurst himself if I hadn't talked him out of it. He didn't do anything. You have a os to break up, put that stab away and let's lick this like men."

Noah's answer came in the form of a fluid flick of his articulatio radiocarpea, severing Edwin's jugular and sending him tumbling to the ground, trying pointlessly to finish the bleeding. Noah stood by to sustain the death and then made his way towards the fields, where the baronet's son was working.

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"There was a clip when I took nifty joy in making the great unwashed suffer, and I've been working to change myself since then. I don't reserve myself to kill for pleasure or payback, and certainly I didn't kill them for what they did, but what they would continue to do. Associating with you and your son has already cost me the life of a firm subsidiary, and I'd rather not fall in anyone the luck to get in my way.

If I were to allow them to live on, they would continue to try and kill you and Oath, and I'd have to clean up the muddle, just like I've been doing since I found your son in that hob den. The hold up thing I'd want is to conquer the dungeon and then get ambushed by your brother's partner in crime when we're too wear upon to fight back back. I assume you had forgiven your brother because he is your family unit, despite his effort to drink down Oath, but you're hiring me to keep oath live, and if I'm going to do that, it will be done my way.

If you have any objections, state them now."

Ivan didn't respond. He simply slumped in his keister and exhaled deeply. trench down, he knew that his brother had to be dealt with in one kind or another, in monastic order for his son to inherit the rank of baron. However, even if it had been melt off before, there was always a chance of reconciliation. He had dreamt of conversing with his brother, as they had a tenacious, long clip ago, and burying the hatchet. Now that theory was gone forever. Noah claimed he hadn't acted out of vengeance against his brother, but Ivan couldn't help but feel he was the one being punished.

"I thought as lots. Despite your sidekick and nephew dying, I'm aware that your son still had footling prospect of inheriting your rubric, so the dungeon capture will move as plan. We didn't have the chance to sing about defrayment for this job, but don't trouble, I'm not matter to in money or demesne. There is something else I want."

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It took more than one healing potion to repair Trevor's arm, and that could only be done when the pearl were reset. He was all patched up by the clip Noah made his return.

"I promised the baron we'd set out in a week for the dungeon. That was two days ago. For the next five 24-hour interval, I'm going to appraise each of your skills and see where improvements have been made. First, we're going to run some monsters. I want to bed your combat attainment and see how well you work as a team. You all have your weapons, so we're going to depart now and change of location Inner Light. Any remonstration ?"

No one said anything, not after watching how he thrashed Trevor. But their silence was not out of fright, rather an sentience that Noah knew what he was talking about. He was the sure-enough of the grouping by only a year, but they all sensed he had much more experience than they did.

"Good, then let's depart. Oath, you know the field. Please lead the way."

"I actually know the location of a wizardly spawning rophy. Let's question there."

They gathered some supplies and set off into the wilderness, leading a face pack sawhorse to carry back their harvested monster parts. From the moment they were enveloped by the darkness of the trees, they were vulnerable. The dominion of the monsters was well-established, due much in part to the evocation Mexican valium that they spawned from. They only intruded into human territory when there was a famine of food for thought or their numbers had grown too great, issues that were both solved by the constant flow of adventurers working to curb their population.

As they walked, Noah spoke to everyone.

"Mira, we talked once before about this. Have you developed any skills for close-quarter fighting ?"

"I've been training with my faculty since then. Oath and I spar a lot when we're not hunting."

"What about magic ?"

"I haven't been able to spring up anything for fighting enemies up close."

"We'll work on that. curse word, Beth, can either of you use magic ?"

"I can't,"said Oath.

"I can create weewee, but not in any kind of attack. I use it to replete up my water skin."

"commodity, we'll definitely postulate that in the donjon. You're still using your bow as your main arm, right ?"

"Yeah, and I got toxicant for my arrows just like you…"

She trailed off, remembering what Oath had told her. Tin had been shot and killed with a poison arrow. Noah paid no care to the drop of her speech.

"What about close-range ? Any weapon ?"

"I use a knife."

"good. Trevor, you can trigger off legerdemain when you thrust and swing your halberd. Anything else ?"

"Nope, the halberd is all I can use."

Noah had picked up some scraps of info on the different branch of magic in this world, and Trevor appeared to be in the warrior grade, just like the hob honcho. Warriors could only trigger their acquirement with specific weapons, which depended on the individual. He wasn't exaggerating when he said the halberd was all he could use. He couldn't activate his legerdemain with any other weapon.

"We're here,"said curse word. He then stopped in his path."On second thought, I think we should become back."

Noah looked ahead. On the forest story, he could see a expectant conjuring trick round, consisting of rune and class condition. Standing in the roofy was a bear the size of a minivan. However, its trunk was faint, translucent, like it was just a hologram, but with each passing consequence, its color deepened.

‘ Is it teleporting ? No, it's hardening. The circle is converting mana into forcible matter and assembling it. So, that's what it means for a animate being to be summoned.'“ I've never seen a bear like that out here."

"It's a sledgepaw, a rarefied breed. It is to unconstipated bears what that hob was to habitue goblins. We should get out of here before it attacks. This is a little bit out of our league."

"No, it's perfect. We'll wait for it to wind up spawning and then take it on. For all we know, the keep could have far worse monsters."

"All right, then let's read formation,"said Oath.

"wait for it to attack us. Taking your clock time in setting up a firing squad while it spawns won't give a great deal experience or information."

It took only a instant for the bear to fully happen, immediately spotting Noah and the group and labeling them as foe without any kind of faltering or confusion. It released a roar of furiousness and charged, signaling the startle of the fight. Noah kept his aloofness while the chemical group spread out, surrounding the bear. Beth nocked a poison pointer in her bow and shot the bear in the neck opening. It turned to her and snarled, about to whip out with its hook, but Oath attacked from the side and slashed at its shoulder joint with his sword. The brute's hide was tough, and Noah couldn't Tell if the attack had actually done any damage. Enraged, the bear knocked Oath aside. Like Noah, he was wearing leather armor, and while it stopped the bear's claws from reaching his shape, the armor itself was nearly destroyed by that one swipe.

"curse word !"Mira cried out.

Trevor stabbed the bear in the thigh with his halberd, and while he drew a roar of pain in the neck from the animal, it hadn't forgotten the arrow in its neck opening and attacked Beth. It was faster than she expected and it knocked her to the ground, with her bow wedged between its jaws keeping it from biting her. She was crying in anguish as it weighed down on her, spittle from its mouth splashing on her grimace with its massive Fang inching closer and closer.

"closure by compartment golf stroke !"

Trevor swung his halberd like he was splitting Mrs. Henry Wood, and the axe blade, glowing with legerdemain might, dug deep into the give birth's back, though it missed the spine.

"earthly concern Surge !"

Having gathered her mana, Mira struck the terra firma with her staff. The surrounding grunge, not gripped by the tree roots, was gathered together and slammed into the bear like a mudslide, knocking it off Beth. The bear was slow down to get back on its base, as its specialty was fading with each lost free fall of pedigree and the poison was taking its toll. Regardless, it still could crush the skulls of the feeble humans with a exclusive cut of its mighty paw.

oath was back on his metrical unit and charged with a shout of determination and his sword raised high. Seeing him plan of attack, the bear reared back on its hind legs, and despite his heartiness just moments ago, the view of the towering beast robbed Oath of his courage. He was paralyzed with awe and the bear swung at him. instinct saved his life, the instinct to elicit his sword and jam the attack, though the force still slammed him into the solid ground. An arrow was buried in the bear's chest before it could aggress again, managing to pierce a lung, and Trevor stabbed it in the abdomen.

The bear fell back and rolled onto its wooden leg, roaring in wildness but then breaking down into a fit of bloody coughing. Beth fired a thirdly arrow, striking the shoulder, which Trevor then cleaved with his halberd. As this was going on, Mira rushed over to Oath's side of meat and helped pull him out of harm's way. With Trevor and Beth continuing to wail on the wolf, its life was soon extinguished. Its monumental organic structure collapsed and Oath and his acquaintance released their held breath.

Noah, who had been observing, got up from the tree pulpit that had been his derriere and approached, and while everyone patched themselves up, he severed the bear's spikelet with his brand to make for certain it was dead.

"Congratulations on your kill. However, it was rather messy."

"Messy ? !"Trevor exclaimed."Look at how big that monster is ! We took it on while you just sat back and watched ! We've never faced anything that big before !"

"Its size wasn't the swelled challenge. Your disorganization was."Noah took out his knife and began carving into the bear to absent its fell. He looked only at his work, but he continued to lecture them."You surrounded it on all position, which, while good when facing something smaller and prone to running, left Beth and Mira defenseless. Don't split up like that unless it's something that each one of you can physically cover. Beth, consider all the metre that you spent pinned. That was all time you could have spent firing arrows had you and Mira kept your distance. Though speaking of arrows, your aim was very dependable, both that jibe to the neck and to the chest of drawers. But from now on, the two of you should hang back while Oath and Trevor fend the foeman off.

Oath, when you first attacked, what were you aiming for ?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to inflict some damage."

"You should have gone for the head. With a ogre of that sizing, did you imagine a flesh combat injury or muscle impairment would kill it ? Unless they're well protected, you should always aim for the lively spotlight. Swing at the head, stab at the chest of drawers. Lapp with you, Trevor. When you attacked its back, were you aiming for its spine ?"He didn't respond."I'll take that as a no. necessitate aim with your attacks, and not just at possible action in your resister's guard. You should try studying chassis, figure of speech out where the most critical points are. You went at the belly, that was impudent. It's soft and strong to protect, but you stabbed too low. You should ingest gone gamey, towards the liver, or at least the stomach.

Mira, you did well in getting Oath out of danger. However, you waited too long to regorge your spells. I see that you developed a new magical spell, and while it did deal to get the bear off Beth, it was a larger-scale spell not suited to the woods. I remember you once told me you can create a dust cloud and send rock 'n' roll flying ? You should suffer stuck with that. A bit of rubble could deliver blinded the bear and maybe even hindered its signified of smell, and a rock or even hard-packed poop can inflict plenty of hurting when striking the head or the crotch.

And Oath, you know what I'm going to say, don't you ? You choked, and your mistake put the lives of your friends in danger. It was inherent aptitude that saved your animation. You need to make these kinds of decisions faster. Before we head to the keep crab, we'll have to remedy that. Now, all of you give me a hand. This bear is going to avail fund our preparations."

Everyone joined in, helping to take away the bear's hide as intact as potential. When it was done, Noah placed his bridge player on the hide and tried to seal it in his band. The enhancement jewel had doubled the carrying capacity of the ring, but the pelt was so heavy that the pack was refusing to accept it. He'd have to off some things first.

Noah held out his hand and closed his fingerbreadth around an invisible handgrip. A sword appeared in his grip, the sword that he had taken from the goblin. He had even found the sheath that went with it, something that the regular hob wouldn't have been smart enough to lead. It was much larger than his broadsword, and he had assumed its sizing might be utilitarian against a magnanimous opposition. cuss, who knew both the genuine identity and might of Noah's doughnut and what it was known for, was exempt from the voices of amazement the others made. Even Trevor was shocked by the vast brand appearing out of thin air.

"Oath, where did you get your brand ?"

"Uh… it was my grandfather's."oath stuttered, feeling an automatonlike mother wit of peril by being queried by someone who had just revealed a sword.

"May I ?"Noah held out his hand and curse word reluctantly handed it over. Noah looked it over. He was an experienced blacksmith once, a week-long learning course at a metalworking school that turned into a career, though while his memories were a bit fuzzy, he could still discern the craftsmanship put in. However, his focus wasn't on the existent quality of the alloy, but the length of the hold. It was a bastard sword, otherwise known as a hand-and-a-half, which could be held with either one hand or two.

"It's just. And your father said you grew up working the field of operations, right ? Lots of plowing and clearing trees ?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I want you to try using this hob steel for a while. Swinging a hoe or an axe require purchase, leverage that your grandfather's sword can't give you with the distance of its handle. Your hands are too ending together and it's throwing off your snapper of gravitational attraction when you hold it. This larger sword will allow you keep your manus farther apart and provide a more than similar motion."

He handed both swords to curse word, but he only took his granddad's sword."I can't accept that. That's your trophy for killing the monster."

"You're just renting it from me. Besides, if this venture works out, I'll be rich enough to buy an even better sword."

"As you wish, then."He wasn't fully convinced, but he took the sword and hung it across his back.

"Ok, let's shift our strategy a little. We'll take the shaping of a W, with Oath in the eye, me and Trevor at the side of meat, and Beth and Mira in the back."

It would have perfect if they could fight another sledgepaw bear and equivalence strategies, but considering its oddity, it would probably be a longsighted time before it respawned. They set off instead to feel more lusus naturae, not having to hike long before coming across a pack of wolves. They took geological formation and stared the creature down, all armed and ready to fight.

"Beth and Mira, you two are our independent form of attack. The three of us are just a shield. You'll have to focus on not getting us caught up in your attacks."

"right !"They both replied.

Arrows began flying past curse's right side and rock 'n' roll and pieces of packed dry land were flying past his left hand. The wolves were caught off guard and several were left stunned or injured. A beast standing directly in front end of Oath managed to avoid the onslaught and leaped towards him. cuss swung his sword, nearly losing his proportion and falling over. However, though the weight was much greater than any hoe or axe he had used, it wasn't the cause. It was the relaxation he felt, the swing now more reminiscent of a associate question, and he was capable to use sinew retention to cry out great strength and acquirement. The repose robbed him of his tension like he had removed weight from his articulatio humeri, causing him to bumble. The sword carved through the airborne brute like a buzz saw, nearly slicing it in two.

At the Lapp time, the woman chaser that were still on their feet scattered to try and flank the radical. Two ran towards Trevor, and the start, attacking from above, ended up getting impaled on the spear up tip of his halberd. The second base tried to close in, using the death of the start as a distraction, but Trevor swung his halberd down and buried the axe blade in the Wolf's back.

On the other side, three charged towards Noah. The showtime pounced, sending Noah dodging to the side and then beheading it with a downwards swing. He spun around, thrusting into the indorsement wolf's chest as it pounced from above. The third gear tried to snipe from his blind spot, but drew his short brand and cleaved its skull open.

All that was left were the wolves stunned by the chess opening onrush, but they had been dispatched with Beth's arrows. The exclusively conflict had taken a smattering of bit, causing cuss and his Quaker to all interchange shocked glimpse. They had never won that fasting before, especially when they were outnumbered like that. The value of Noah's advice had been proven.

They stripped the wolves of their hides and collected all early valuable physical structure parts, then continued their journey. There was still deal of time before they'd have to set up camp, so they wanted to get as much hunting done as they could. As they traveled through the wood, the spark of excitement filled them. Now that the young adventurers had improved their scheme, they wanted to see how else they might get stronger, and what this new boost would earmark them to do. They were hiking through a hilly orbit, sticking only to the flattest ground for the sake of their horse. It was when they were traveling along a floodplain that Noah stopped them, his eyes glued onto the nearby Hill and a large fallen tree.

"flavour over there. See the solid ground where the dirt and leaves have been disturbed ? Goblins probably laid a yap and are hiding behind that log. Mira, can you set up one of your spells to try and smoke them out ?"

"It's a trivial far, but I'll try."She stabbed the ground with her staff."Earth Bind !"

Like a crack cocaine splitting ice, a visible furrow ran through the surface of the basis over the domain behind the log. There was the audio of shrieks and several goblins scurried out from their hideout, with one caught within the stone jaws of Mira's spell.

"Beth,"Noah said.

Beth perked up and took aim with her bow, managing to lash out one of the dispel hob. From behind the tree diagram around the log, Sir Thomas More goblins appeared, howling like scalawag. They charged Ithiel Town the hill, a dozen of them, with two hanging back with their own arc.

"Beth, take out the Sagittarius. Mira, try to funnel them so that they don't flank us. Oath, if more than one hobgoblin attacks you at once, don't do another downward slash. It'll leave you open. Trevor, don't let the momentum of your baseball swing take you out of position."

No one questioned him, and as Beth waged a long-distance exchange with the archer up the hill, Mira created pitfall and steel of earth that burst up along the flanks of the hobgoblin horde. They swarmed for Noah, cuss, and Trevor. The fastest hob reached Trevor and dropped a nine towards his principal. Trevor swung his halberd, and while the blade failed to move the goblin, it did get caught on the hold, hurling it towards curse word, who dispatched it with a cleave. He then swung his sword from the side like Trevor had done, catching two goblins in the temples and slicing off the top of their skulls.

At the end, Noah was stabbing and slashing any hob that came near. He overpowered them whenever they tried to block and every swing of his sword sent descent splattering across the nearby trees. A goblin pointer planted itself in his venter, nearly sending him tumbling to the primer. His leather armor had slowed it down a bit, so it didn't accomplish his organs, but as someone who had been shot legion multiplication, getting hit with the splintery goblin arrow hurt a lot more than about bullets.

"Mira, I'm hit. I need a rubble cloud !"

"R-right !"

She stuttered momentarily, but regained her calmness and sent all of the dry grunge around the goblins airborne, blinding them and leaving them coughing. He only had a couplet moments, so Noah ripped out the pointer with a hiss of bother and spurt of blood and poured a healing potion on the lesion. As his flesh stitched back together, the hob managed to sort out their eye of the dust and resumed their charge, but just like before, Noah mowed them down. The battle was over in to a lesser extent than a hour. Once again, Oath and his friends exchanged glimpse of excitement.

A few battles later, the setting sun put an end to their hunt for the day, and they set up camp between a clump of great Tree for trade protection from monster and flatus. They built up a flaming in the center and cooked meat from the slain bear. They hadn't packed any food with them, so they could only eat what they collected. Dinner was eaten mostly in muteness. Noah was new to the chemical group and they hadn't gotten used to him yet, so the others couldn't immediately talk at their common conversational depth.

Between morsel, Noah took out a mobile canteen replete of water and added some pine needles from his pocket. Metal bottles were more expensive than glass nursing bottle and water skins, so everyone noticed when he set it next to the fire.

"You're making tea with pine tree needles ?"Mira asked.

"Pine needles help ward off scurvy even honorable than lemons."

"Really ? Where'd you hear that ?"

"Just something I picked up."

"Where can I cull up interesting stuff like that ?"Beth complained."Where did you learn to fight monsters ?"

Noah thought back through all of the fantasy novels and role-playing games he had enjoyed over the years."That ? That was just intuition."It would be best to stir the conversation away from himself.

"What are you going to do after the dungeon crabby person ?"she then asked.

"That question seems like bad luck, don't you think ? They say that when men plan, God laughs. What about you ? You get to suit a noble if you capture a donjon. You could be set for biography. expletive is going to inherit his father's title of respect. Are you also aiming for nobility ?"

"I'm going to keep traveling and exploring,"said Beth.

"I just want to make enough money to settle down and begin a family,"Mira added.

swearing's futurity had already been laid out, so adjacent it was supposed to be Trevor, but he didn't show any interest in even acknowledging the inquiry.

"I have no interest group in becoming a baronial,"said Oath.

"Then why do it ?"Noah asked.

"Because my male parent wants me to."

"Again, why do it ?"

"I already told you. My—"

"And what does that give birth to do with anything ? You're old enough now that you can set out on your own. You've found your talent with that blade. Keep being an adventurer. Do whatever you want to do."

"Isn't my begetter paying you to make certainly I become a Lord ?"

"I fully expect you to become a noble, even if I have to tie the title around your wrists. I just want to make sure you have a inviolable ground so that you won't choke up. So, go on, tell us the tangible reason."There was an clumsy silence, during which Noah carefully retrieved his canteen, which had come to a simmer."Unless, of course, you already gave us the real grounds. Your founder wants this, and you want to make him happy."

"Is that really such a strange desire ?"

"You want him to finally treat you like he did your brother. You want reconciliation, to shit everything right so that all the years of carelessness can be made up for, that it was all worth it."

"For individual judging, you sound like you have experience."

"No, I was the opposition. My dad was like yours. He thought a parent's love had to be earned and wouldn't assume bankruptcy. If I wasn't the best, then I wasn't his son. Unfortunately, I didn't care, and I told him that. I told him that his favourable reception meant nothing to me. I never had any intention of making him proud."In actuality, he had several father who followed that outlook. It was a personality case that made an appearance every now and then.

"What happened ?"Beth asked.

"Oh, he hit me, various clip. Yeah, he went nuts."

"So what did you do ?"

‘ I waited until he turned around and then I stabbed him in the spine. He spent the rest of his sprightliness in a wheelchair.'“ I left abode and became an adventurer."He took a tedious sip of his tea."You have to forecast out your own reason for doing things, your own reason for living. Neither your parents nor God can give you meaning. It's something that you have to create for yourself, and if you don't do it carefully, if you pick an idea or a belief that is faint and frail, it'll fall apart in your hands and you'll have nothing."

The camp went mum, everyone staring into the flames rather than take the risk of making eye contact with someone else. Beth, no longer eating, hugged her knees to her chest."My founding father was actually an adventurer. He taught me how to shoot a bow and always told me of his adventure. Sometimes he'd disappear for workweek at a time, but he would always make out home plate late and night, when I was asleep. We had a biz where he would hide under my bed, just before dawn, and went I'd step onto my trading floor, he'd grab my ankle joint and make believe to be whatever monster he had just fought. It made me a light sleeper, because I'd always try to hear him creep in and overtake him."

"I wish I knew my father,"said Mira, trying to keep the conversation going.

Like before, it became Trevor's turn, but he still showed no pursuit in participating. They then realized that he had already fallen asleep.

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They set out at dawn the adjacent morning to continue hunting, while making their way back to town. Just like the day before, their new formation proved unstoppable against the freak of the wood, and they found themselves carrying so much dirty money that it was draining their stamen faster than the struggle. They had to take frequent plosive speech sound, and as usual, Noah would use that clock time to pucker valuable plants.

At last, they broke out of the cover of the forest, now trekking across tillage with the village not far off. Despite their fatigue duty, their spirits were gamey. The sun was setting and their trip had been both fertile and informative"I think we should just go straight to the dungeon Cancer the Crab tomorrow,"said Oath."We're already strong enough."

"Not yet,"said Noah."We've built a formation, now I want to improve your abilities."

"So more hunting ?"Beth asked.

"No, education and drill to increase forcible lastingness and mana reserves. All of our loot from this trip is going to fund it."

Upon arriving to township, they first stopped off at the local tannery to betray off the skin. The possessor of the shop class, a near man who struggled to acquire a decent byssus, St. Luke, met them as they entered his store. As one might require, tanneries weren't known for their pleasant aromas. It smelled like a wet dog that had just fed on roadkill. The air had moved beyond simple stink and now had its own taste perception, a very spunky flavor. It annoyed Noah every time he stopped by.

"Mr. Noah, I haven't seen you lately. And the young original, I'm sword lily to see you are doing well. What have you come with today ?"

"We have fur to sell, including a special piece."

All of the wolf and other hides were stacked on the counter, with the last, belonging to the sledgepaw bear, having to be laid out on the floor like a rug.

"A sledgepaw ? And in such good condition ! This is definitely a rarified breakthrough !"

"We fought it as soon as it finished spawning,"said Oath."That's as fresh as it gets."

Gospel of Luke bent down and examined the hide, paying close attention to wounds created during the fight."And there doesn't appear to be too much damage… I can give you two gold coins for everything."

"Two and half ?"Noah asked.

"Two, that's my limit. This affair has some big cuts in it."

"Fine."

The substitution was made, but Trevor objected as the coins were handed to Noah."Why do you get the money ? You didn't fight it !"

"I'm not keeping the money, just holding onto it until we spend it."

Next, they sold off some hobgoblin arm to the blacksmith, and anything else that they had managed to gather up, though their terminal plosive speech sound was the pill pusher, and rather than selling, Noah was buying. Oath and the others stood back and watched as he ordered armfuls of different plant for sale with the old fair sex watching him with an eye of interest.

"I'll also take every health and mana potion you're bequeath to sell."

"Why can't every customer be like you ?"she asked, teasing him.

They returned to the street."Ok, let's call it a day. Tomorrow morning, we'll sports meeting back up at the baron's plate and begin training. I'll use these plants to lather up lots of potions."

The radical split up, with oath and Trevor heading off their several homes, Beth and Mira returning to the inn, and Noah running a few more errands. Night fell, and like the char, Noah made his way to the inn. It was bustling as common, but the table that Noah sat at was quiesce. He ate dinner quickly and went up to his room. By candlelight, he ground up the plants he had bought and mix in them together. He had a long list of potions and tool to defecate for this dungeon adventure, so even his Nox would be busy. An hour after he started, he heard a knock at the door. He answered with his knife in script but out of visual sense, as was natural. He opened the threshold to see Beth standing there, a smile on her face that was coy, nervous, shake, and embarrassed, all mixed together.

"I wanted to enjoin you again how meritless I am to hear that about Tin. But just because she's gone, that doesn't mean your dark have to be lonely. I want to receive the legend that everyone in townsfolk has been talking about."

An honest smile, rare for Noah, crossed his grimace. However, it was more in amusement than lustfulness."That seems like something that would really bring us some bad luck later, considering the unscathed dungeon crab thing."

"What ?"

"Nothing. As much as I would like to say yes, it would be best if we both went straight for bed, considering the training I have planned. Plus, I still have a lot of potions to make."

Her spirits were deflated, but she wasn't ready to give up."Are you sure I can't change your judgment ?"

"I'm sure. But if you still have lastingness tomorrow after dinner party, then I'll happily indulge you."

"I'll look forward to it."She then gave him a wink and went back to her room.

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"The preparation I have in mind will consist of long sessions of brawniness breeding and then magic training in a physically played out state, replenishing lastingness with potions, and repeating the process."Noah addressed Oath and his friends in front of the baron's manse. By his face were a large sacking full of red and drear potions, as well as some early concoction."It's a combination of two workout routines I've created."

Mira looked away for a moment, pondering something. She then perked up in shock."That's what was happening with you and Tin at the inn !"

swearing, Beth, and even Trevor looked at her, taking a moment to work what she had said, and then swerving their eyes back to Noah like a car drifting around a corner. expletive had forgotten that short fact, and Trevor, resigned to bearing a silent grudge, was remembering those rumors he had heard and finally feeling a bit of obedience towards Noah.

Noah let a small laugh escape cock."Yeah, that's right wing. My theory is that mana output is a combination of physical and apparitional muscularity. When your apparitional mana can't keep up with the demand, your physical mana picks up the slack, but it means your spirit gets only part of the welfare of breeding. Therefore, the best way to train your flavor's charge per unit of output and artificial lake size is to either do so after you have just depleted all of your staying power, or during battle, when you are using up both, though I believe the latter is less efficient. Tin was assisting me with the expenditure of strong-arm energy."

"All morning ? !"

"I have a lot of stamina, which is the result of the other exercise routine. Over a recollective stop of time, I've mastered several unlike forms of exercise and refined them to aim muscularity growth in a particular way. People and other large animals have three kinds of muscle : red muscle, which is muscularity that is great for stamina and running ; white sinew, which is muscle for forcible power and volatile military force ; and rap muscle, which is a combination of both. My routine centering on producing tap muscle. Unfortunately, sex isn't the exercise modus operandi, God, though I wish it was.

swearword, I saw you struggling to repeal your new steel, but making hone slash every time. Because of all the sentence you've spent swinging a hoe or an axe, neither of which is very backbreaking, you have a lot of red muscle, which lets you go for a long time up to a sealed limit.

Trevor, I noticed your movements decline faster than Oath, despite expending a similar amount of energy. Your stabs and slashes, while initially quite sinewy, made a steady decline. You have too much livid muscle, which lets you carry more than expletive, but not as far."

To Oath, it made common sense. He had yet to see Noah truly fatigued, not after clearing the goblin den or even when they returned to the village the premature day. At the same metre, he was able to slice up through colossus and carry their remains with majuscule strength. The others had noticed it as well, another category in which he outclassed them.

"Wait a irregular, if that was your"exceptional mana training"you were doing with Tin, then that means you can use magic,"said Beth."You told us you couldn't."

"I wasn't sure I could bank you when we first met. I was willing to tell you how to progress to yourselves stronger, but not how to ca-ca me weaker."

"You've been hiding magic this unhurt time ? But we showed your ours !"Trevor yelled.

"And let that be a lesson to you in the future. The sooner your enemy knows about your strengths, the sooner they know about your weaknesses. When meeting new masses, hold back your abilities until the finale moment, because that moment might be a battle. However, since you followed me on that hunting tripper and are bequeath to undergo my workout routine, I believe that it's only fairish to lay my cards on the table."

He covered his eye and disappeared, drawing shouts of surprisal from everyone.

"Noah ? !"curse word exclaimed, looking around for him.

Noah released the conjuration and they all yelped again."I can make myself unseeable. When I first unlocked this ability, I could only do it for a few second base at a meter. After a calendar month of breeding, I could do it for More than five minutes."He'd keep his second base spell secret, as well as the genuine duration he could hold the both of them for. His trust in them was still in its infancy.

"I've never seen or even find out of a magic like that before. Maybe some form of holy magical spell ?"Mira muttered.

Her Holy Scripture took away a lot of his restiveness. He still knew so little about the thaumaturgy in this mankind, there was no telling how common exponent like his might be. For all he knew, this lie might defecate him front pathetic. However, if Mira had never heard of it, there was a opportunity that it was rare enough to not be considered common knowledge.

Noah retrieved some bottle wide-cut of a green liquid and tossed one to Oath and each of his friends."Drink that, it's a piffling something I whipped up from the plants I bought yesterday, along with some honey. It'll kick in you a little extra energy. These succeeding few days are going to be exhausting."

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Pained gasps.

A feminine whimper.

"Oh God !"

Beth collapsed, fighting for every breather with Noah standing over her, the two of them drenched in sweat.

"Come on, get up,"he said.

"I can't do anymore !"

"You know what comes next."

She looked at him with oculus good of hate."You're a demon,"she hissed.

A sack up, stabilise stream was produced, arching onto the solid ground with a splash.

"Oh, she broke her record !"said Oath.

"I wish my mana would grow that fast !"Mira complained.

The water spurting from Beth's fingertip trickled to a freeze. She rolled onto her back, feeling like the operose road underneath her was now as soft as the king's mattress. It was the irregular day of Noah's preparation, midmorning, and he was running laps with Oath and his acquaintance around the faulting land. Since yesterday, this what they had been doing with most of their clock time, running almost nonstop. It was Noah's rule that they had to run until they collapsed or nearly threw up, and then immediately cast magic until their mana was completely depleted. swearword was nontaxable, but only because he had no aptitude for magic.

Noah crouched down and fed Beth a watered-down healing potion, just something to fix her staying power a bit. While she recovered, swearing, Mira, and Trevor sucked in air. This was the only break they got, when mortal collapsed.

"I'm starving, can we eat luncheon now ?"Trevor asked.

"I can't even think of food,"cuss groaned.

They all complained throughout the whole ordeal, but in accuracy, no one had yet given up and refused to go any further. Despite their anguish, they didn't springiness in. It wasn't to test their determination, rather it was the dewy-eyed fact that Noah's method acting were producing upshot. Just the day before, at the same time, if Beth cast her go, it would have just been a few fall falling from her finger, less of a fountain and more of a talebearing faucet. Also, everyone's stamen was increasing noticeably. Thanks to the health potions, they could execute calendar week of day-to-day physical exertion and recovery in a number of hours, compressing the rate of improvement so it was much more obvious.

"Yeah, I'd say so. I'm on my last branch too."

Oath and the others groaned in relief and began throwing down everything they carried, as well as stripping off any armour. Noah was making them run in all of their adventuring gear wheel with their weapons in hand, and in meter, he'd incorporate free weight to prepare them for carrying the dungeon Cancer's hoarded wealth. There was a domain nearby, but they didn't charge and squatted down right in the middle of the road to eat. It was on the baron's estate, so there wasn't the worry of traffic.

They each carried dejeuner made by the maiden and were chowing down like voracious animals. Even Noah was giving in to his hunger and stuffing his face. But as he ate, his middle swept over everyone in the chemical group. This workout was definitely vivid, shredding muscles and then immediately repairing them. In this case, the counterpoison was worse than the poisonous substance, according to the Town apothecary. He had spoken to her the morning after he returned to Baron Clive while on his way to pick up his ring.

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"exploitation potions for exercise ? It would be a good thought if it wasn't such a bad idea,"the old woman said. As always, she stared Noah down, looking at him through the gage of her pipe.

"I can't imagine I'm the first person to consider of using them this way. What I want to know is if there are any serious effects. You always have them in blood line, so getting the constituent isn't an issue."

She took a inscrutable inhale and released a great heater cloud."There is a downside."

"Am I going to receive to pay you to find out what it is ?"

"In a rush, are you ? Yes, it's always hoi polloi like you using this method. Mana and wellness potions, as well as all other concoctions used by venturer, may seem like bottled miracles, but they are a double-edged sword. If overexposed, the body can draw a blank how to revivify and touch on itself. If a wound is repeatedly inflicted on one smear and healed with potions, eventually the body will misplace the power to furbish up that spot on its own. swing will hemorrhage ceaselessly, broken os will become like rock, and Hammond organ will eventually shut out down. The outcome are even forged if the potion is consumed, rather than poured, as it spreads throughout the body."

"How long before John Roy Major terms is inflicted ?"

"If used for daily workout, potions will lead to expiry within two weeks. Lesser damage depends on the user."

"And what about mana potions ?"

"Mana potions stunt the exploitation of conjuring trick. The more often they are used, the harder it will be to make and learn new spells."

Noah thought back to his"training days"with Tin. He had performed them every early day and with watered-down potions, multiplying his reserves countless meter and giving him an boundary, but there was no telling how much it had hindered him in the long run.

"And of form you decided to wait until now to tell me, despite all of the potions I've been buying for the finis month."

"Are you expecting an apology ?"

"No, I just have something I want you to front at and I would favour some honesty."

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Three twenty-four hours, that's how prospicient Noah was willing to use the potion method acting. That would hopefully pull up stakes them with enough meter for the side-effects to wear off before they entered a dungeon. So far, everyone's physical stamina was continuing to prove, but if he saw them plateau or even reverse, he'd cut them off, frigidity Turkey. He was even holding off on letting everyone use mana potions, instead letting it replenish as they ran. He didn't want to push back the date of their deviation if he could void it. If anyone got a wound, he made sure to observe closely, to make sure their blood was clotting.

"All right, let's head teacher back. We're doing the same routine as yesterday."Everyone groaned and cleaned up their mussiness, but before they could return to the manor, Noah stopped them."Hold on, we're doing lunges."

"Please, not again !"Mira complained.

"You'll thank me later."

With their artillery in paw, everyone began doing farsighted whole step, stretching out one leg and leaning down with their other knee joint almost touching the ground, and they had to keep back a fast yard. It was sweaty, irritating work.

"This is so embarrassing, we look ridiculous,"Trevor muttered. He seemed to lie with complaining, but since Noah beat him in a fighting, he was keeping his word about following directions."It's not like where going to be running like this through the dungeon crab."

"No, but it'll build up your potency and stamina. The most important physical plus in fight is leg strength."

"time lag, really ? Even for brand fighting ?"Oath asked.

"Really. If you support your body with a solid base, you can push while staying on your feet longer. It doesn't matter how firmly you can throw a punch or swing a sword if your stage just buckle as soon as you meet electrical resistance. Think of it as like trying to fight while standing on slippery ice vs satisfying ground."

Just like before, Noah pushed them to the percentage point of collapse. Normally, this kind of reckless training would be frowned upon, but they needed to try and tear their musculus to the absolute bound, mend them with potions to score them even impregnable, and repetition, with mana depletions after every collapse.

There was no sleep for them when they returned to the manor house. Under Noah's instruction, Oath and the others began stretching and lifting varying weighting in various manner. To the hard worker working the field, it looked like a basic exercising, but Noah scrutinized every apparent motion, from the form their arm took when lifting a heavy pit, to the precise angle of their hips when they twisted their eubstance. Every front had to be perfect, so that all the emphasis went to specific muscles. Had he the means, he would go even further, focusing on single muscle threads.

In a way, Noah was grateful that this opportunity came along. Being an adventurer kept him active and fit, but it didn't material body strength in the Sami way as this workout, and coming to this Earth had scrambled his modus operandi. He had to use this chance to properly polish his bod. He had planned on teaching this physical exercise to Tin to make her secure and capable of defending herself, but that opportunity was gone.

Once they reached the centre of the afternoon, Noah had them move on to the next stage of their breeding. curse, Trevor, and Mira stood side by face, all of them gasping for air and cursing in hurt as exertion poured down their faces. For Oath and Trevor, the workout was simple, though far from well-fixed. They held out their weapon system as far as they could and celebrate their weapons system raised for as long as possible. They had to keep doing it until they collapsed and they couldn't palpate their arms, at which item, they'd take a health potion and initiate again.

"Ah, dammit !"Oath cursed as he dropped to his knees.

"Fuck, you're weak,"said Trevor.

"For once in your life, just shut up !"Mira hissed, unable to keep her usual polite personality.

Her training was similar to theirs, only using legerdemain. Before her floated a lump of land as great as a beer keg. grime from a bald patch underneath continuously floated up and added itself to the wad. For her training, she had to maximise the amount of earth she could plagiarise, as well as the duration, and degree of condensation. She'd rotate it in the air to preserve it from becoming lopsided, but every time it moved, she struggled to retain control.

Noah told her she had to be able to wrick dirt into solidness rock in minute, as well as train her soundbox to produce mana faster.

Nearby, Beth was sparring with Noah. She held a sheathed tongue in her manus and was swinging and stabbing at him with foolhardy madness. Despite her elbow grease, he'd block and deflect her attacks away from his body, using several fighting vogue he had learned across the multiverse. As soon as she paused her barrage, he'd fire, forcing her to heighten her reflexes for dodging.

Finally, when the sun set, Noah said the magic words."Let's call it a day."

On cue, everyone collapsed. Even Trevor abandoned his tough guy bravado and simply went limp.

"I think I might be dying,"Mira moaned, spread bird of Jove on the footing and staring up at the sky.

"I'm too hackneyed to eat and too hungry to catch some Z's,"Beth added.

"I've spent my life working on this farm, but I've never been this tired before,"said Oath.

It seemed that their stamina had been pushed to its limit, beyond the point that potions could replenish. Now they needed intellectual nourishment and sleep.

"I should probably head back to the inn while they're still serving dinner,"said Noah.

"You guys can have dinner here,"Oath said.

"Why didn't you say that yesterday ?"

"Sorry, but after a day like that, I couldn't spend another second thinking about training and the dungeon crab."

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The board was old and unvarnished, hand-carved with roughly sanded board, though time had helped to soften its edges and the low-quality table textile hid its airfoil. On it, candle burned to illuminate the room, which smelled like the baked fish Noah and the others were eating, along with bread and some vegetables. In the modern earthly concern, not even soup kitchens would attend to food of this needy grade, but after a month in these new land, Noah had managed to calibrate his taste buds.

It was only the five youth lay out. The baron was not taking part. As with lunch, everyone ate voraciously, their bodies begging for sustenance to try and make up for the fat they had burned. It was surprising that Mira actually noticed Oath had stopped eating, staring had his half-finished dinner.

"Oath ? Is something incorrectly ?"

"No, I'm just trying to remember the last time I sat at this mesa with this many people."

‘ Oh my god, that is so corny,'Noah thought, drinking from his meth so as to not break up his straight face.

"You're going to make believe me disgusted,"Trevor muttered. Noah resisted the desire to thank him.

"What were your sidekick like ?"Beth asked.

"My one-time, Colt, was a soldier, serving under general Tarnas against the barbarian in Handent."

"He really served under Tarnas ? !"Beth exclaimed, bolting to her feet.

"Is that a serious or bad thing ?"Noah asked.

"Adwith Tarnas is one of the body politic's greatest heroes, and easily the firm paladin,"said Mira, trying to shroud her embarrassment with a smile."nigh tiddler are raised on his tale, and for as foresightful as I've known Beth, she's been a huge fan."

Beth sat back down, a inebriate smile on her expression."When I was untried, he and some of his personnel passed through my Town. Watching him hinge on down the street, wearing golden armor… I was no foresightful an innocent child. I had awakened my womanly desires."

"You never heard of him ? What rock 'n' roll have you been living under ?"Trevor asked.

"A declamatory one. order me about the war, I'm curious."

"Oh, well, according to my brother, it started when the barbarians began ransacking villages along the border, eventually leading to the celebrated slaying of highschool Priest Grybaen by Chief Waer. After that…"

The conversation had taken a strange turn, but Noah absorbed every point while making his programme for the future. That night, at the inn, Beth didn't go with Mira into their shared room, but followed Noah into his. She had been too tired the former night, but tonight, she had just enough strength to pamper her curiosity.

The third day of training was just like the two before, including the same subprogram, but now with weights added. However, the use of potions had dropped in every bodily function. The increase they had gone through over just a few days would have normally taken weeks or even calendar month. In the belated afternoon, their training was changed. Now instead of simply holding out his blade, Oath was practicing his slashes like he was studying kendo. He needed to micturate both his onslaught and his recovery faster.

Next to him, Trevor was improving his thrusts, using what Noah had taught him and incorporating his legs so he could increase the effectiveness with LE effort. He had also given Trevor the challenge of writing out the letters of the alphabet in the air with the gig tip, to heighten his accuracy. Beth and Mira had switched plaza, now with Beth straining her magic and Mira staff-fighting with Noah. Unlike Mira and Trevor, Beth's charm couldn't be used for fighting and she appeared to be reaching the limit of her witching aptitude, but creating fresh water was something they'd need if they spent Thomas More than a day in the dungeon.

On the fourth day, Noah met everyone at the business leader's estate as he normally would. He held out a backpack entire of potions."Today, I want you all to see if you can follow the routine on your own. Until we enter the donjon crab, I am completely banning the use of all potions."

"That's crazy !"Beth exclaimed, with the others similarly nervous.

"If you can't do the day's workout without potions, then you simply aren't ready for the keep crabby person, and the prospicient we wait, the more rival will accept. I don't want to gain the bum of the shell and find all of the avenium already taken."He put the knapsack down and put on a jacket with all of its pockets filled with rocks."Come on, time to pop out running."

The workout proceeded as planned, but with no less complaining. Now without potions, they could only meet their strong point during shift, but the number of sentence they had to block up and rest was as Noah predicted. On the fifth day, Noah faced them with the morning sun burning away the mists clinging to the baron's acres. For Oath and his friends, this was the last day of training and they all felt confident. They weren't screen to their own maturation. They now stood with consistence covered in weights, make for Noah to feed the signal to start up their morning run.

"Since today is the last day, we're going to do something different. Trevor, I want you to hit the footing with a downwardly strike and your strongest spell."

"What for ?"

"Just swear me. Pour as much mana as you can into the axeblade and founder it a shot."

Trevor grunted and held out his halberd, and from the moment he began channeling his mana, everyone noticed the conflict. These past tense various days, whenever he, Beth, and Mira practiced with their deception, it was always in a country of enervation, forcing their physical structure to squeeze out every stopping point drop of power. This was the first sentence in daylight that Trevor was using a spell while at full strong suit. What would induce been a shimmering aura around the blade was now like a big colorless flaming, causing his friends to instinctively step back.

"Whoa,"Trevor said, unable to peck any other words. He held his halberd with trembling handles, feeling like it was a rabid animal in his hold. He raised it above his chief like a blinding torch."Execute !"Apparently, saying the epithet of the trance helped focus the brain and increase the potency of the while. To Noah, it seemed a bit ridiculous, but it did clear things a bit more entertaining.

As per the name, he swung down with the halberd like he was performing a beheading, and the moment the sword touched the ground, it was like a howitzer rung had gone off. A chest-thumping explosion was heard and scandal and rock were sent flying in all counsel. Originally, what would have simply buried his weapon in the dirt, had now opened up a crater the size of a bathtub. Just as incredible, the volume of the mana flowing from the halberd had not lessened in the slightest, nor did Trevor come out fatigued.

Everyone was stunned, with Noah flashing a rare grinning."Mira, your results would probably be similar if I asked to use your unassailable tour. Now that you have all this mana to work with, think of it as a resource for experimentation. I don't have a go at it how the two of you develop conjuration, whether you just make new spells yourselves or learn by watching others, but I want you to give yourselves to improving your accomplishment. evidence me something new. Today, we're forgetting about effectiveness and toughness and focusing entirely on technique.

Beth, I want you to practice your archery until your fingers bleed and you can shoot the wings of a fly. As for Oath…"Noah drew his longsword."You're going to be fighting me."

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Beth's chest heaved with each movement, and her nipples, chilled by the evening, pointed out and eviscerate electric arc in the air. Just moment ago, she had been riding so vigorously, having to discard her clothes when she began to overheat. It had been a struggle for her to keep her groan contained, especially with her pelvic arch refusing to obey her control and retard her bouncing.

She now took a gentle pace, rolling her hips from position to side while she regained her strength. Her somewhat cheek was one of tipsiness, her mind overtaken by lust and endorphins. Her grinning was lustful, her face flushed, her lips wet, her pupils dilated. Noah could see the fresh sweat on her physical structure with the light of the night sky. What was just supposed to be a quick tryst to scratch the ol'itchiness had turned into something a little more intense.

Sitting up, Noah kissed her breasts and grabbed her ass, kneading it like dough. Beth had a dainty athletic pattern, not much fat on her, but the ass of a volleyball player. Noah's rim on her nipples, his humanity stirring her up, and his hands massaging abstruse into her muscleman, these stimuli combined into a power that Beth was struggling to withstand. They were out in the Sir Henry Wood, so Beth's moans could pull in behemoth, or even speculative, the capitulum of her friends.

Mira knew about them, so oath and Trevor were probably aware as well, but still, it would be a bit rude make them see the phone of moan and flesh against flesh. That was Beth's cerebration, but Noah didn't care either way. His only care was getting stuck in an awkward conversation with everyone because of this. That, and the fact that he and Beth were breaking the rules of every horror picture and having sex in the woods. The flag they were raising could have been visible from space.

Beth's strength gave out, a final sexual climax draining her and leaving her dead body hobble. Noah was forced to frown to her to the earth, but she didn't objective to him continuing to squeeze until he had a climax of his own.

"Come on, we should get back to the encampment,"he said.

"What a romantic thing to say after filling me up."

"You know what this is."

She giggled."Relax, I'm kidding."

They got dressed and returned to the coterie, where their feller adventurers were awake and waiting for them.

"What are you all doing awake ?"Noah asked.

"You two are a lot prying than you think you are,"Mira said while keeping her heart down.

"You do make it awfully hard to sleep. I thought some wolves were tearing apart a hob out there,"said Trevor. In retaliation, Beth kicked him while circling the campfire to pass her spot.

"vigil it !"he shot back.

Noah took his own blot and stoked the firing."Enough. Everyone, get some respite. We're going to ask our potency for tomorrow."They were less than half a day's tramp to the keep crab.

"None of us can catch some Z's. We're too uneasy about tomorrow,"Oath said.

"It'll be very well. In twenty twelvemonth, you'll ask your children ‘ did I ever tell you about the time I conquered a donjon crab ?'And they'll groan and say, ‘ yes, father, a one hundred times. We're sick of hearing about it.'”

"Are you going to do anything with the dominion ?"Beth asked."change any Torah ?"

"No. Clive is perfect the way it is, and I don't want to transfer anything."

"You're letting a golden chance slip by,"said Noah.

"What do you imply ?"

"I assume that as long as the kingdom gets its taxation, it won't fear about how things change, so you might as well try some affair. Think of the township as the situation to perform social experiments."

"What's a social experiment ?"Trevor asked.

"It's when you put people in a certain locating with certain conditions and see how they react. You can see how human nature plays out. Let's say that as a baron… you introduced a new holiday, just to see how that affects revenue."

"That sounds really incorrect,"Mira muttered.

"It's a way to learn about people. In the center of town, put up a statue with a star sign saying not to touch, that the pigment is wet. Then you can see how many people are actually going to touch it."

"What is that supposed to do ?"Oath asked.

"How many people are in Clive, a hundred ? If one-half of them relate the statue, then you could take a crap the argument that half of the human airstream is silent enough to adjoin pigment even when they know it's wet. Or perhaps it's simply that half the town can't read.

If you repeated the experiment in another Ithiel Town, maybe a big metropolis in another land, you'll probably find that different numbers of people will concern the statue. Then you can get down to figuring out why. Why do dissimilar areas have unlike outcome ? Are the masses simply dumber ? Is it a literacy problem ? Is there a culture of rebellion to assurance ?

There was once an ancient city named Italian capital, which had a massive I. F. Stone battle scene of action called the amphitheater. It was so monumental, that the emperor moth put the minds of his honest architects into figuring out how to plan it so that the spectators could easily get in and out, otherwise, they'd start a riot. You get a cluster of people together in close proximity, one of two dissimilar things may befall, sometimes even both at the same sentence. The outset is that people will require to draw into themselves. They'll want to create personal blank space, prove a border, reap that line in the sand that no one can cross. If someone crosses that line, they may get dread, they may get violent ; no issue how small it is, it produces a negative reaction.

The early is to surrender to the will of the mathematical group. If everyone around you is saying something, you'll assume it's mighty and iterate it, because you want to believe in the radical, you want to believe you're right. You want to believe that you're in the bearing of people who know what they are doing. If you're in a mob where mortal is shouting for the death of the Billie Jean Moffitt King and everyone cheers, part of you will naturally agree.

Someone losing their temper will start a fight, that fight will spread and set off More engagement, and suddenly the hospital attendant masses that were simply trying to pass on the Coliseum are sweeping through Eternal City, having abandoned all idea of civility and now simply destroying everything in their way."

"That could never take place,"said Beth, as if Noah had just uttered a nestling's nonsense.

"I've seen it happen plenty of meter. Once you establish the rule that escape is not uncommitted, that cd commencement electrocution, and it burns quick."

"I don't know. I think the great unwashed are good at meat,"said Mira."They don't just go looney like that."

"Then you could evidence it. Let's say you could create any kind of social experiment, completely free repercussions, like a dream. What would you do ?"

"How am I supposed to get it on ?"

"The repose of you ? Just think ‘ I wonder how many people would ( blank ) if I ( blank ) ?'Or ‘ what would chance if I put ( blank ) and ( blank ) together ?'Literally whatever you wanted to acknowledge, or simply just see."Everyone looked up into the distance, trying to process the challenge."Think about it. It'll assistance you fall asleep."

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A unanimous thump woke Oath up, a sword striking the basis just in from his face. He instinctively shouted in terror and tried to scurry back, realizing it was Noah's sword and he was standing over him. His admirer, alight tie in an area this dangerous, woke up in a flash and got to their feet with their artillery raised, confused and alarmed by the sight of Noah in the predawn light. Was this an blackwash attempt ? However, they looked down and spotted Noah's real mark. It was some kind of insectoid animal, a stubby centipede with a bulbous shell. It was the size of a squirrel, with frightening pincers.

"What the hell is that thing ? !"Mira exclaimed.

"It's one of the parasites from inside the dungeon crab. I did as much research as I could on the donjon crabby person whenever I had the time."

Looking at Mira and Beth, he could see them shuddering in revulsion.

"You mean to recite me that there are more of those things in that crab ?"

"Almost certainly, but they're flooding out into the woods, so just means that the Thomas More we find out here, the fewer we'll have to fight in the crab. Now let's eat some breakfast and get a motion on."

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It was a erratum mountain of retrousse earth and shattered basic principle, the resultant role of the dungeon crabmeat rising up from the planet's freshness and jutting out the tip of its shell. At the very summit was the entrance, but the mountain was no indication of just how magnanimous the actual Crab was. Before they could go down, they'd have to climb up.

"Look up there, I think I see a tent."

Noah scanned where Beth was pointing and confirmed."Someone must give birth set up encampment there before heading in."

"There are camps all over the mountain. There must be a lot of people in there,"said Mira.

"Most of them have probably been killed by now. Those camps are abandoned,"said Trevor.

"Trevor !"

Despite Mira's ira, Noah agreed with Trevor. The closer he looked, the Sir Thomas More tents he saw, and the legal age of them probably belonged to the deadened, but he didn't want oath and the others chewing on that."Relax. Everyone going in just packed light because they want to gestate as lots hoarded wealth as they can, and probably couldn't carry anything extra when they came out. We'll be in the same situation when we come back."

"Wait, I see people too,"said Beth.

She was right, there were pot of adventurer roaming the mountain.

"They must be scavenging for stone and precious metals. When the crab appears, it probably pushes up more than just Harlan Fisk Stone and dirt."

"If you can get amber from sifting through the dirt, then why bother going into the keep ?"Mira asked.

"They're after whatever they can get their hands on, unlike us. We're after avenium, and it can only be found inside."

They put their concern aside and began climbing up the side of the mountain. There were no established paths and the footing was difficult, to say the least. The dirt had settled since it was first moved by the comer of the crab, but there were no works to accommodate it all together, so it was like hiking up the side of a sand dune in many areas. They also had to be wary of the big stone chunks commix in. They were freshly broken and hadn't been weathered by the wind and the rainfall, so they could easily cut through skin. While climbing, Noah grabbed a Isidor Feinstein Stone handhold and his palm was skinned by the crystal-like acuteness.

They passed by multiple prospectors and treasure-hunters, digging around for anything worthwhile. No one paid them any attention, and they offered none in issue. However, that changed when they heard the sound of fighting. Nearby, they saw a beard man fighting off one of the dungeon parasites that had wandered outside. It was a four-legged crustacean, the size of a woman chaser. It swung its heavy forelimbs like cabaret and tried to squeeze the man onto his back.

"Noah, we need to help him,"said Mira.

"Keeping him alive isn't my job. Besides, any forte you use against that one monstrosity will be strength you can't use in the shell."

"Then count this a field trial run !"Mira held out her staff."Shatter Mace !"

composition of gem and packed grunge flowed to the end of her staff, joining together into a hardened sphere, the size of it of a basketball game and covered in incisive protrusions. She left the group and ran over to where the man was fighting, with her weapon not hindering her movement at all. rather than physical metier, she was holding the field together and lifting it with mana.

The beast had the man pinned on his rear and he was fending off its snapping nipper with his pickaxe. Sneaking up behind it, Mira raised her staff and brought it down onto the demon's back, unleashing the wax weightiness of the stone and breaking through its racing shell. The monster hissed in hurting and fell over, and she dispatched it with another swing, this one crushing its exposed headspring. A week ago, such a labor would have been impossible for her, but under Noah's tutelage, both her attainment in magic and forcible combat had been multiplied several times over.

"Thanks,"the man grumbled before dusting himself off and walking away.

She returned to the group, where Beth was clapping for her."Well done !"

Noah, however, clasped his hand on her shoulder joint."Don't do that again."There was very little anger in his phonation, but still, she shrunk away."The Lapplander goes for the rest of you. We're not here to play Hero, we're not here to economise life. We're here to make money and inhibit the dungeon. Our intensity, our attention, our weapons, our potions, they are reserved only for our own use and our own benefit. If you save person, it had better be to use them as a pack scuff or a nub shield. Understood ?"Everyone nodded."Good, then let's move on."

They resumed hiking up towards the summit, and Oath soon asked a question.

"Noah, you researched dungeon crabby person, right ? Did you recognize that monster ?"

"Yes, it was one of the leech mentioned in the books your father had."

"Do you know what else we'll find ?"

"Unfortunately, no, there was actually very minuscule written information about the donjon Cancer the Crab and what exists within their casing. Those who remain in the upper portions and subsist parcel their information, but those who delve deep enough to reach the avenium either die or hold open it a secret."

"postponement, why is it a privy ?"Trevor asked.

"If I had to guess, I'd say it's because the nation's magnanimousness doesn't want people knowing how to join their ranks. In this Cancer the Crab are the keys to the kingdom, after all. Too many immature parvenu could break the equalizer of powerfulness between the rich and the poor, or they could form junto that get in the way of the higher-ranked nobles. Some info gets out, of line, from those who manage to break loose with their lives but don't conquer the donjon, or from other countries, but I imagine that the lonesome adventurers who are really informed are those already working for high-level nobles."

A monstrous hiss ended the conversation, as up ahead, a new threat revealed itself. It stood on a duo of muscular legs, like a ravening fowl, but it had a lowly trunk and no neck, only a forward-placed skull that resembled an alligator. It was a pair of snapping jaws on feet, that was all it could be described as, and it was glaring at Noah and the group. It had the senior high solid ground, and after emitting another hiss, several more appeared, from both above and the sides.

"A pack-type sponge, concern,"Noah said as he drew his sword."Get ready, everyone, the fighting starts early."

They took formation, with Oath in front and Noah and Trevor guarding the flanks, while Beth and Mira attacked from a aloofness. The monsters closed in all at once, leaping through the air while flashing the talons on their ft and spreading their jaws.

"Trevor !"Noah shouted.

"Phalanx lance !"he cast while swinging his halberd like a flag.

A trail of mana was left behind with each movement, and the mana solidified into floating blades like mist condensing into ice. The floating blades pierced three of the beasts before they could bring, two more than were wounded, and the ease had their assiduity broken and failed to pounce properly. With that opening, Noah and Oath began hacking and slashing away at those who landed closest by.

"solid ground Bind !"

Mira stabbed the ground, and beneath the injure beasts, perdition opened up to swallow them whole, then were closed with earthen spindle like cage saloon. It wouldn't maintain them long, but it kept them out of the engagement. Not only could Mira now manifest the turn multiple times from one cast, but the dry land proved unadulterated for its use. Those who had avoided Trevor's spell and Noah and curse's swords tried circling around, but Beth dispatched them with her bow, and any she missed ended up getting cleaved by Trevor. Once all of the nomadic ones were slain, the wounded were put out of their misery.

"Good, well done,"said Noah.

Normally they would then harvest the monstrosity for valuable pieces, but the market for dungeon crab louse parasites was too niche to be worth the effort. Besides, they wanted to save as practically room for treasure as they could.

They continued their rise, and after a couple more monster fight, they reached the summit at noontide. There, sticking out of the ground was the tip of the crab's carapace, like a light house on a bouldered cliff. Noah could see the curl of the shell, and before them, the opening, a doorway great enough for an elephant to take the air through. Noah reached out and touched the shell, made of meat somehow strong enough to defy the warmth and pressure of the globe's interior.

In the month since Noah's arrival to this world, he had seen plenty of matter that shocked and baffled him, from magic to monsters, but just the sight of the entrance blew him away. To think that such a creature like this could survive, that something so monolithic occupied this world. It blurred the vernacular good sense accumulated from more than a century lifetimes. Where did these thing come from ? Were they made by magic ? Perhaps by some kind of god ? How old was this one ? Was it level-headed ? What was its life rhythm ?

"I never thought I'd ever see something like this,"said swearword, similarly amazed.

Everyone in the radical was staring at the white column in awe and attainment. True, the rattling struggle had only just begun, but compared to what they were doing not too long ago, just reaching this home was a huge attainment.

"smell at this panorama,"said Beth.

Without any trees to blockade their sight, the spate meridian let them see for miles in all directions.

"I think I can see the settlement !"said Trevor.

"Let's break here for tiffin, gather some of our speciality, and then guide inside."

They all sat down and Noah pulled food and water cutis out of his hoop. He had enough intellectual nourishment and water to bung them all for various days, and thanks to Beth's magic trick, they could replenish their mobile canteen whenever needed. However, everyone carried two Day of rations, just in vitrine they got separated. Their tiffin consisted of dried fish and yield, as well as some bread, something light to keep them moving. Up atop the mountain, there was a overnice breeze, and the view was spectacular.

"Noah, remember what you were saying finis night about social experiments ?"Beth asked."If I could try one, I'd want to see what happens when you put only women together and tax them with building a company. What would Clive look like if it had only women ?"

"A female-only companionship ? Yeah, that would certainly be interesting. Ok, paint a picture for me. What do you expect would happen ?"

"I think that without any men to get in the way, they would boom,"she said, rather smugly.

"Until there is a spider that needs to be killed,"said Trevor.

"Come on, I want details. For example, there are roles in high society that are typically considered manly, and others that are considered womanly. If only womanhood perform the manly chore, then what will change ? Will the nature of the task alteration, or will the women change ? Will the cleaning lady who spend all day hunting, blacksmithing, and all those other line start acting rough and crass like men ?

You're an adventurer. You spend your 24-hour interval hunting, fighting, scavenging, getting down and colly. But you also consider yourself quite schoolgirlish, right ? But how do you call up a girl who spends her twenty-four hour period weaving and taking care of nipper sees you ? Will a divide variety ? The case A personalities arguing with the Type B ?"

"Type A personalities ?"

"Never judgment. swearing, you got an idea for an experimentation ?"

Oath took a deep breath."Something like what Beth was talking about, but it's men and women, and all of them have lost their memories."

"Oh, that's the skillful one. The total expunging of culture and starting from scratch. If you completely remove bringing up from the par, then you can truly see how nature manifests. Will men and women follow paths considered normal by society ? Will they adopt the same theatrical role that their ascendant have ? Or will they do everything new ?"

Everyone watched as he started putting things away. He didn't need to say anything, they knew it was time to deal the plunge.

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Once they had finished feeding, they packed up their affair and entered the cuticle, with Noah taking the lead and holding a flashlight. Because of the shell's device, they had to deign a spiral passage, like a staircase but without real stairs. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the passage were perfectly smooth, but there were no true agate line of any form. It was like wandering through a constringe canyon carved by flashflood. nigh of the floor was covered in shite and broken stone, perhaps seeping in from the opening of the racing shell. Luckily this meant that Beth would deliver something to play with to use her spells.

The crab had been venting its racing shell for More than a week, but the air still had a triteness to it. It smelled earthy, like a mineshaft or a quarry, but he could also smack the biological touch of the leech. The air seemed fine to breathe and the blowlamp didn't appear to ingest any way out burning. Was all that oxygen from the outside ? How long could the oxygen last if the crab went back below the airfoil ? How long did the dungeon crabmeat live underground before surfacing ? Either the crab and its parasites could officiate in an oxygen-poor environment, or something within the crab could raise a human-friendly standard pressure.

They had descended L metrical unit when the commencement crotch appeared, another tunnel branching off from the staircase.

"We're going to keep going down, right ?"Oath asked.

"Yeah, whatever passage leads us down, we'll use up it."

One of the bipedal parasites burst from the fork tunnel, aiming for Noah. He stepped to the side to dodge, drew his short blade, and stabbed the beast through the spine when it landed.

The deeper they delved, the more branching tunnels they came across, but they continued their descent, until reaching a bombastic chamber at the bottom of the staircase, with five tunnels spread out. The staircase had been just wide enough for two mass to walk shoulder-to-shoulder, but these tunnels were like subway telephone circuit. There were signs of adventurer coming through here, marking the tunnel to try and keep track of which paths they had taken. There were also some blood splatters, torn clothes, and a develop sword.

"What's that, hanging from the cap ?"curse asked.

Above their read/write head, icky threads dangled like icicles, and at the al-Qaeda of each, a small lump of light.

"Cave worms. Their bodies are bioluminescent, attracting prey, which get caught in their threads like spider webs. This is a proficient affair. We won't need this."Noah extinguished the torch and stored it in his ring."Ok, let's split up up. We can cover More ground that way."

"hold, WHAT ? !"everyone exclaimed.

It was the tough Noah laughed since coming to this man."Relax, I'm just kidding. Can you imagine ? Let's take this path over here. It looks like it continues to slope."

They took the right-most path, further descending into the dungeon crab, and soon stopped at the entrance of a branch bedchamber, hearing movement within. They stayed against the bulwark so as to forfend drawing the care of whatever was inside. Noah signaled the others with his hired hand and cast his invisibility, then stepped into the door. The sight before him was a grotesque, a pile of maggots, each the size of a football, feasting upon the remains of some slain adventures. Their fat torso quivered as they peeled build from os. The rampart were honeycombed to firm the creatures between meals, and three grownup were standing guard.

The guards were bugs of some kind, consisting of four legs surrounding a caput and torso that were integrate together with annex between the legs. The branch were armor-plated and sharp, and their downward-pointing face had dentition like an angler Pisces. They looked almost like winged bar dejection. Noah drew his sword and killed one of the wildcat without it ever realizing it was there. Seeing their comrade spontaneously die, nearly being sliced in one-half in the process, the early two began to panic and look for the invisible attacker. He killed them almost as easily as he had killed the first.

"clear,"Noah said as he released his spell.

He reappeared, just as expletive and the others entered the room, immediately broadcasting their revulsion at the remains being fed on. Noah knocked the pile of organic structure over, and kicked away the maggots so that he could start poking around with his sword.

"Don't loot them !"Oath said in disgust.

"Why ? Because we didn't defeat them ? We're adventurers, we thrive on the decease of others, be they humans or teras. Meh, nothing great."He was able to collect a few arm and arrow, but that was it.

"Hey, something's coming !"Trevor shouted. They ran out into the hall, hearing the sound of wingbeats. Further down the tunnel, several Sir Thomas More four-legged germ were flying towards them, having likely detected the demise of their familiar."Phalanx Spears !"he then cast.

He blocked the musical passage with an array of mana sword and Beth began firing arrows, but the armor plating on the monster's legs proved stronger and they smashed their way through. curse took down one, but a second tackled him from the side, tearing into him with its teeth and claws. Noah killed it before it could visit more damage, then fended off the others with well-placed stabs. Trevor had also been tackled and knocked onto his back, with Beth and Mira working together to pry the beast off.

Noah was still on his human foot, so the monsters were heading towards him. He put away his longsword and instead switched to his short steel. The first bug that tried to tackle him was met with his shield and then a sudden thrust. He repeated the scheme, breaking the foeman'inertia by blocking with his shield and then stabbing while they were disoriented.

The battle had ended and healing potions were used where needed. This certainly was an interesting environment for battle. Most of the monsters seen so far had gruelling outer shells, something Noah and his group had little experience in dealing with. Their mathematical group focused on attacking rather than survival, as they were always fighting beasts that were as vulnerable as themselves. Aside from Noah's shield, the chemical group didn't have much in way of defense outside of light armor—and a strong offence, of course.

They continued on deeper, passing by unnumbered ramification burrow and eventually coming to another branching. Once more, their ears stopped them from proceeding, as they heard drive down one of the tunnel, and soon saw it as well. It was a flood of centipedes, just like the one that had tried to down curse that morning.

"Holy jack !"Mira shrieked, something very out of character for her.

"Come on, this way !"

Noah ran down one of the transition with the others following, but so too did the centipedes. It seemed they were familiar with the scent of masses and now hungered for Noah's group. He slowed his pace, letting the others get past him, then untied a bag hanging from his knock and scattered its powdery contents across the floor. It was lye, the best he could prepare within reason. It was much more vitriolic than what he had made in the forest with Tin, and when the centipedes ran through it, getting it on themselves and breathing it in, they immediately began to worm and curve in pain. However, it only slowed them down, and those in back simply climbed over their ill kin.

They kept running, though more monsters were bursting out of the tunnels ahead. Noah and Oath took them out to the best of their ability, trying to at least incapacitate them with one cut. Those not bump off retreated immediately as the chemical group passed by, not wanting to go the prey of the centipedes behind them.

"There's a room ahead !"said Trevor.

"Mira, wait until we reach that room, and if I give a signal, use your Earth surge spell,"said Noah.

They entered the chamber, though regret filled them immediately. A new, colossal peril awaited them. It was a insect, coiled like a hiss cobra, with a dead body more than ten feet wide of the mark and long as a football plain. Its human body was rough, like living stone, and it was covered in countless small base. Towering over them in this arena-like sleeping accommodation, it stared without eyes and roared from a oral fissure that was simply a pit of teeth.

The raft of the colossus shocked everyone into a stunned secrecy, like expletive when standing before that bear, but not even Noah could castigate them, for he too was momentarily crippled by fear. The fraction of second between two cadence of his heart seemed like it would concluding forever, but that future clump shook him from his daze, letting him collect his sentiment and began working on a plan.

"Mira, do it now ! Beth, shoot some pointer into that thing's mouth or anything else that looks cushy ! swearword, you and I will be the bait. Trevor, you attack with all your thaumaturgy. We need to just wind up it long enough to get away !"

No one else moved, but Noah giving expletive a shove woke them up. Mira turned back to face the oncoming undulation of monsters, and counted with a waving of her own. She cast her patch upon the earthen basis, taking control of all of the rock and roll and dirt and unleashing it on the centipedes like a mudslide. While that was going on, Beth was firing arrows at the worm's mouth, striking its exposed physical body but only doing enough damage to piss it off.

It turned its attention on swearword and Noah, running at it from its left and rightfulness English. It lunged at them both, aiming to eat Noah and swat curse word with its rear end. Noah made himself invisible and dodged the worm's sass when it lost rails of him, and Oath blocked the fire with a swing of his steel, breaking into the fiend's tegument. As they had distracted it, Trevor could now loose his charged trick. Both the spear brand and the axe head of his halberd were glowing with a radiant storm of mana, and runic letter spun around the shaft. He charged towards the worm's coiled organic structure, released a roar of fury, and brought down his blade like a divine smite.

"Voulge Slash !"

It was a combination of his stabbing and cleaving spells, and while the movement were the same as just a convention swing, it inflicted damage differently in the form of a virgule. It had less penetrating mightiness than the other two, possibly failing to break the louse's rocky exterior, but it would do much not bad damage to the flesh. His mana, having solidified around the heading of his halberd, carved deep into the worm's flesh, and as Trevor swung his artillery down, he left a oceanic abyss cut on dissimilar segments of is torso. rake poured from the wound and the insect shrieked in agony.

"Let's go !"Noah shouted.

They ran off through another handing over, leaving behind the worm with the centipedes. They didn't arrest running play, wanting to get as far away as possible. They kept maneuvering through the dungeon, fighting the monsters leaping out while they searched for a safe spot. It seemed like every clock time they slowed down or even paused, something would burst out and set about to take a clump out of them. Finally, when they were gasping for air with their throat feeling as dry as sand, the chemical group found a sleeping room with a small opening and no freak inside. They set their packs against the entering, hopefully to help hold open the demon from detecting them. They all slumped down on the floor. Even Noah was feeling sick from the adrenaline.

"Fuck ! This plaza is a destruction trap !"Trevor exclaimed as he poured a healing potion on a deeply puncture wound in his thigh, caused by something resembling a cycloptic Panthera tigris catching him with one of its giant fangs.

"No wonderment magnanimousness is the prize for conquering one of these things. You deserve to be a hoot king if you can subsist this place,"Beth panted. Despite fighting from the book binding, she was covered in monster blood.

"Guys, I got ta tell you, I'm not for certain we're ready for this place. It's too soon,"said Oath.

"Don't say that. We're active, aren't we ? We managed to get through it and find a topographic point to rest. Not too long ago, we would have died before even reaching the dungeon. We can do this, right, Noah ? Noah ?"Mira turned to Noah, seeing him staring at his trembling helping hand, but with an expression that, frankly, didn't fit the position.

After dying so many times, expiry was no longer something Noah feared. It was to be avoided, but with about the like total of effort used to ward off dying in a video recording game. He still possessed the survival instinct in some style, but he could no longer properly appreciate the corking risk of death in a given position. He was no More afraid of shooter that he was a coffee mesa's sharp corner. But what he felt when he saw the worm was true fright, when he realized that not only was the louse the most in all likelihood cause of his death in that elbow room, but that it was a decease he wanted to void to a greater extent than any other. That feeling of fear, after so long, it was as though some of his soul's thirst was clenched.

"Noah ?"she asked once more than, hearing him chuckle.

He shook himself back from his thought process."Sorry, I was just thinking about this place."

"And ?"

"A snail."

"What ?"

"The book at the king's home, it had a pictorial matter of a dungeon crabmeat. It might have just been a guess at what it looked like, but it was of a giant hermit crab. However, hermit crabs don't create their own shells. Snails do. Hermit Crab just demand them over. So, either we're actually inside a escargot, or if this really is a hermit crab, then that means it probably got this shell from a snail, and if there are these gargantuan Cancer and snails living within the dry land, what else is down there ?"

"And how does that help oneself us ?"

"It'll take your mind of affair. We'll be fine, we can get through this. Had we tried this a calendar week ago, none of you would still be here, but you've all farm stronger."

"So what should we do ?"cuss asked.

"Exactly what we've been doing. Just watch our footmark, subscribe to it one challenge at a meter, and hold back our rhythm steadily. Besides, I'd say there is tidy sum of motivator to stick around."

Everyone glanced around the chamber and gasped when they realized the ground was gleaming like a starry sky. It was severely to assure under the blue light of the glow louse, but it was bits of alloy and gems mixed into the dirt.

"Our first score !"Beth exclaimed.

They began collecting the glimmering pieces and cleaning off the undesirable grunge and rock. Most of it was raw and diluted, so excess sediment had to be scraped, hammered, and rubbed off, and even then, there was no telling how practically gold or silver was collected until it could all be properly melted down. Despite the find, Noah couldn't deny his disappointment. When he had heard about these dungeons and the treasure within them, his inside nerd had been imagining something Thomas More along the lines of an actual treasure chest of drawers. That worm back there could be considered a mini-boss, after all.

With their spirits lifted, they left the safety of the chamber to preserve their bloodline.

"Trevor, you take period,"said Noah.

"What ?"

"I mean you're in figurehead, in the middle blank space. Oath will now be opposite from me, where you once were. In these narrow burrow, we don't need to worry about an enemy circling around to Beth and Mira, so it would be best to put your tenacious reach directly in the movement. If we enter a lawless space, we might exchange back."

Trevor stepped forward and led the grouping, and not long after they departed, they faced off against a pair of the four-legged monster like the one that Mira killed outside. Now in the marrow, Trevor warded them off with his halberd.

"oath, with me. Trevor, don't let them stand over us,"said Noah.

He and curse stepped forward, keeping just out of stove of Trevor's halberd with Oath delivering a mighty cleave. His sword cracked into the giant's scale and struck its mind, though the wound was shallower than oath expected. Nearby, Noah was fending off swinging and twinge of the brute's jagged forelimbs, but when an opening came, he hacked one of them off and then pierce his blade into the monster's face.

"These shells might be deserving something."

Knives in bridge player, they carved the top cuticle off, each one the size of it of a tower shield. They were hard enough to stop Oath's cleave and rather light, so there was the in force opportunity they'd be worth something to an armor dealer.

They proceeded onwards, fighting their way through wave after wave of the shell's inhabitants. They survived each encounter, but not without shedding parentage. They kept their eyes peeled, not just for goliath, but for glimmers of gem. They searched every room, finding gold, silver, and treasure of all unlike color. They also found plenty of sign of human natural action, though rarely any soundbox, Sami with the monsters, and the numb ends were a constant annoyance.

"wait, hold up."

"What is it ?"Trevor asked.

"This section of the hallway, we should avoid it. calculate at it."The next century pes of the tunnel had a different consistency than the sleep. It was a sarcoid, punch aerofoil, like a dish sponge."Something like that is probably some kind of trap. We need to backtrack."

"It looks all right. It probably means we're getting close to the bottom of the shell."

"It very well could be, but it's also too suspicious to take chances. We're going back."

But as they turned around, they heard screams and shouts and terror, and from the way they just came, another adventuring political party appeared, a group of several adult men with low-quality leather armor.

"It's coming ! It's fast !"one of them screamed.

"Run ! You have to get out of here !"another shouted when he spotted Noah and his group.

Mira stepped forward to try and stop them."postponement, you can't go this way !"

She was shoved aside like she had been struck like a charging bull, the man who did it knocking her in the chin with the handle of his axe to get her out of the way.

"Mira !"Beth exclaimed.

She and Oath rushed to her side, while nearby, the screams of awe became thigh-slapper of pain. The men, having entered the hallway, now found themselves being assailed from all sides by flying cut. They shot out of the holes in the wall and ceiling like bullet and imbedded themselves in the men. They were barbed, like bee stingers, and Noah could see them pulsing as they injected their venom.

"Get her on her animal foot. Something is coming."

Mira was pouring blood from her lip and seemed delirious. Oath forced her to drink a wellness potion, but it wouldn't get her into fighting circumstance soon enough. The monster the men had feared arrived, some kind of hulking cross between a white-haired bear and a komodo dragon. Its back was covered in buddy-buddy scales and its underside didn't seem very weak either. It stood on its hind legs, exposing its madly nipper, and released a boom from between two row of shark-like teeth.

Beth, standing behind cuss and Trevor, shot it in the stomach with an pointer, though the wound was shallow, and it would take time for the poison to kick in. Regardless, it took the message and dropped back down onto all quartet and charged.

"slew splitter !"Trevor cast.

He thrust at the oncoming teras, aiming for its head with the blade alight with mana. The beast managed to avoid a lethal wound, instead staking the snow in the articulatio humeri. Its scales were like thick Edward Durell Stone and just as heavy, so while Trevor reached the tissue underneath, virtually of the free energy was deflected. Getting past the halberd, it slashed Trevor across the chest, sheering through his armor and knocking him against the wall. Noah took out a lye turkey and struck the beast in the brass, blinding it and making it stumble back.

"Beth, save Trevor. Oath, get over here !"

Noah didn't throw it any probability to reclaim and lunged for the colossus, slashing and stabbing at any spotlight that looked soft. He focused on the maimed shoulder, but the beast was guarding it well, and despite being blinded, it was swinging its nipper with baneful accuracy, and even Noah ended up with some deep stinger across his thigh. Oath came out from behind Noah and brought down his steel on the monster's head, doing some slim concussive damage.

"I'll distract it."Noah cast his invisibility and charged at the monster while drawing a length of thick chain from within his doughnut. He wrapped it around the lusus naturae's neck and jumped onto its back. He pulled with his full weight, forcing it to rear back on its hind branch so that curse could trounce it across the stomach and expose its home variety meat

"Earth Surge !"Mira cast as he got out of the way.

Since Oath had created a way in, Mira bombarded the giant with a blast of poop and rock candy, aiming for the laceration. It fell on its dorsum, too wounded to continue fighting, and Noah finished it off.

"Good. What is everyone's condition ?"

"Unhurt, but tired,"said Oath.

"I'm out of mana and I can barely digest,"Mira whined.

"Trevor looks ok, but I think we should stop for the night. I'm starving,"Beth said.

"Yeah, it's probably Night by now. We'll call it a day."

They searched around, finding a room for them to camp out in. They made a door out of demon shells and barricaded it with their pocketbook. There were no gleaming dirt ball in this room, so Noah lit his torch.

"Let's eat quick and get some sleep. I'll take low gear watch."

After a unsatisfied night, they left their enclosure."There is something I want to check out,"he said. He led them back to the corridor that had killed the other adventurer mathematical group, only to determine that the corps were gone, same with the armored monster that had given them so very much trouble before."Interesting."

"What ? Something just came along and took the bodies. What's the big deal ?"Trevor asked.

"This hallway probably kills whatever enters it with those capitulum. Only something heavily armored like that bear-thing could give gotten to them, but there are no drag scrape, no step. Maybe one of those giant hemipterous insect flew in and pulled them out without being detected, but I'd say it's more likely that they were eaten by something other than just a parasite."

"You mean the crab ?"asked Beth."How ?"

"I'm not indisputable, but I'd like to fancy it when I have the hazard. Let's go."

They set out, continuing their geographic expedition. The monster attack was relentless, a wave emerging every yoke of minutes, each one pushing the adventurer beyond their limits, both from the numbers and the strength they carried. Everyone received injuries, even Noah. While his invisibility granted him a tolerance of damage compared to the others, stealing did little against such vast military unit. There was simply not adequate way to dodge or retire. They were running through their reserves of potions faster than Noah had anticipated, but not beyond his planning, and he still had enough to make the full misstep.

He assumed they had reached the body of the creature, or at to the lowest degree were no longer in the unoccupied portion. More overweight corridors were appearing, most of them containing some variety of biologic yap like the spikes from before. Wherever this inscrutable portion of the cuticle was, it had to be close by. Besides, there was also peck of incentive to take the risk. While they did a lot of traveling, much of their clip was spent garner hoarded wealth. Their camp and pouch were getting heavy with valued gems and ores, and even Noah was dumping stuff out of his halo to make room.

That weight was currently a baulk, though, as they found themselves running from another moving ridge of centipedes. The consistency of the corridor had also changed, where they were now passing through a chemical chain of 30x30ft suite, each one with a deep bowl-like floor.

"Whoa ! full point !"Noah shouted.

Everyone halted at the entree to the adjacent room, blocked behind his weapon. The flooring of the chamber was waist-deep with dreary water, or at least, they hoped it was water. By now, they had all become a bit paranoid towards the monsters, as well as picked up some of their tricks. There could be untold savage lurking in that urine, quick to grab them and drag them under, perhaps injecting them with poison with needle teeth or barbed stingers. But the centipedes were closing in fasting, and there wasn't enough fourth dimension to backtrack to a subdivision passage.

Noah summoned some solid food from his ring and sprinkled it across the surface of the water, and the future few bit passed by with agonizing prediction, but nil came up to feed, which was good enough for them. Not without grimacing, they stepped down into the pigswill and waded across. The next way had a puddle of water like the first, and the next after that, and the third, and it was taking their toll. Despite all of the run they had done, there was only so practically that stamina could do in this kind of workout. However, as he moved through the fifth, Noah noticed something.

It was a layer of petroleum oil floating on the water's surface. He looked back, seeing the centipedes pursuing them, even swimming like rats. Noah and the others got out, but he turned back with a flint and knife. This was something he wanted to forefend doing in this oxygen-low environment, especially since he was now soaked in oil, but he struck the flint against his knife and spent off a spray of sparks that set the pool ablaze, filling the bedroom with a paries of fire.

He rejoined the others, passing through several Thomas More rooms and taking multiple bout, but they finally had to give up and catch their breath and gasped in ministration that they were no longer being pursued. Even Noah needed rest, so no one said anything and they all just leaned against their knees, sucking in air with their faces over the surface of the water.

Noah stood up straight, and as he breathed in, the ground disappeared from under everyone's base. Some kind of organic trap door had opened up beneath them, and the pond of disconsolate water became a roaring whirlpool. Standing in the pith of the elbow room, Noah and Beth dropped helplessly, disappearing down a vast throat. Trevor, Oath, and Mira were saved by the cutis of their teeth. Trevor's halberd and Mira's stave had gotten stuck, granting them something to grab onto. They were hanging over the entrance to the throat like a bottomless well of living, quivering stone.

Sensing the obstacle, the paries began to close in to try and dislodge them. The three young person couldn't assist but call in terror as they struggled to climb up out of the throat. They were drenched in filth, struggling to take for onto their artillery and get any kind of purchase. They squeezed and clawed their way out, feeling like their fingernails would peel off. Their faces were pressed to the sloped floor, forced to breathe in and taste the swill. They reached the succeeding room, but despite their exhaustion, they couldn't residual yet. They could hear them, the approaching centipedes, having gotten past the fire Noah started.

They forced themselves onto their feet, barely able to stand, but once More having to run. They were in a desperate office, but Noah and Beth were even worse off. They were forced down a pit of flesh, gasping for air and spirit around for anything they could grab onto to stop themselves. To Noah, it ranked as one of the weird moments in his stallion multi-life story. They were soon tossed out, dropping through candid air before making a hard landing place on what felt like a pile of firewood. It was pitch black, no cave worms around, and the mo Beth tried to breathe in, her combustion lungs cried out in a new anguish. The air was toxic, she could taste it, and every breath trauma. She coughed and wheezed, her font turning purple.

An arm wrapped around her from behind and something was slammed over her face. instinct made her cam stroke her elbow back in self-protection, but it failed to land a hit.

"It's me ! Just breathe !"Noah shouted.

It took effort, but she drew in a deep breathing time, and at last, it was authorise. She drank the separate out air in greedily, while the thing over her mouth was tied around her head. It felt like leather, and it smelled like… wood coal ? I really made her want to sneeze, but even the itchiest breath was worth it.

"Noah ?"

"I'm here, hold on."

There was a spark in the darkness and a torch was lit, Beth seeing the Saame device attached to Noah's face.

"What is this ?"she asked.

"A gas masquerade, something I whipped up. I was worried about the air quality in the dungeon, though I'm not sure how a lot faith should be put in them. We should get out of here, quick."

Beth looked down and shrieked. The raspy Earth's surface they had fallen on was an island of bones, and just twenty away, the shoring of a moat of stomach acid sizzling away. They were standing on the dissolution remains of those who fallen for the Sami trap.

"Oh God, this isn't happening ! This isn't happening !"Beth cried as she crumbled.

Noah would have chastised her for losing her nerve, but considering the post, he too was almost ready to snap."We're not dead yet. Here, hold this."He handed her the torch and looked around. There was a subdivision of the island touching the bulwark, so the loony toons was frothing just under his feet.

He leaned over towards the wall and slashed at it with all of his strength, but the sword simply slid off, throwing him off his equipoise and nearly sending him tumbling. He reformed his footing, this time attempting a stab. Once again, his blade, despite striking the pulp head on, simply bounced to the side, and he fumbled. He tried again and again, but his gauge of its resiliency was that it was beyond his stratum of speciality. However, he wasn't out of idea yet.

Sheathing his blade, returned to the centre of the island, then began scooping up armloads of rot-slickened bones. He piled them against the paries, then removed a tightly-bound canvas package from his ring.

"What is that ?"Beth asked.

"Give me the torch."She handed it to him, and he touched a plug in disgraceful string to the flames. It came alight, and he forced the package against the wall, pressed with his shell, and backed by the mess of finger cymbals."Ok, back ! backrest ! backrest !"He coaxed her as far back as he could within the tum, then conjured up the monster shells they had collected before."Duck down behind this and try to brood your ears !"

They got behind the shield-like carapaces, then an burst blasted off on the other position of the room like it had been struck by lightning. fastball filled the air, and deadly shrapnel sprayed their United States Department of Defense. Beth released a scream from the monumental electric shock, but Noah held her still, and though the great mullein had gone out, there was now a jam in the side of the abdomen, from which bioluminescent spark was pouring in and stomach acid was pouring out.

They did their best to forefend getting splashed with back breaker and climbed out into a new bedchamber."That explosion will induce drawn giant. We have to go."

"What about the others ?"

"They're bearing for the Saame place we are. We'll meet them there eventually. Come on."

She followed him through the internal ear, managing to stave off fight and discover a room where they could rest. The air was stale and disgusting down in these tunnel, but compared to the fumes of that stomach, Noah and Beth removed their masks and felt nothing but gratitude and relief with each breath.

"I… need to rest…"said Beth.

"Agreed, but I think it would be best if we cleaned off first."

Beth pointed her fingerbreadth at him."Make Water."

water began pouring from her fingertip with the volume and intensity of a garden hose. Noah leaned into the nebuliser, scrubbing off the filth and trying to get everything clean. Beth then took a turn, and they switched back and forth until they deemed themselves decent.

"I thought you could only use magic to relieve oneself yourself inconspicuous. What was that back there ?"Beth asked as they both stripped off their soaking clothes.

Noah, standing with his backbone to her, rung out his shirt."That was a turkey, made of something called black powder."

Beth peeled over her trousers and the rough, unflattering fabric that passed for undergarments at this era."So it was alchemy ?"

"Sort of, there wasn't any sorcerous involved. It's just a powder that reacts violently to fire."Noah shed his own pants, still slippery with oil.

"So, that matter you made… Was that something else you just whipped up like those gas masks ?"

"Yeah. It's been a while since I made one, plus I couldn't really experiment to take a crap sure I got it right without drawing suspicions."

Beth ignored the shirt she was trying to dry out and turned to Noah."Just where on solid ground do you go to learn how to make stuff like that ? You said you couldn't find information on the dungeon crab, but you knew to make these gas masks."

"It was a job I took before I came to Clive. I spent a few Clarence Day working in a mine. Down there, they were using blacken powder to smash apart rock and they had to use these masks in case they hit a gas pocket."The response seemed to placate her and he bowed down."Can you spray my head again ?"

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The history of curse

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curse, Trevor, and Mira fell to their script and articulatio genus, close to passing out. They had finally managed to escape the centipedes and were now back in a normal corridor. Their force was next to zero, and Trevor was knocking back potions. Only once all was calm did they finally get back on their feet.

"We need to encounter Noah and Beth,"said Oath,"we should—"

A solid clenched fist striking his typeface both cut him off and sent him falling to the basis. His eyes were rolling like billiard Ball, but the strait of Mira's screaming forced him to focus. Trevor had tackled her and driven a knife into her chest.

"You son of a bitch !"curse word bolted to his feet and attacked Trevor, knocking him off Mira, who was choking on her own blood.

As they fell over into a violent storm of grappling and thrashing, Mira used what little strength she had to retrieve a wellness potion from her pocket and pour it on the wound. She passed out, stuck in a race between bleeding to end and recovering in time. Nearby, curse word and Trevor had gotten to their animal foot and were now hurling punches wildly.

"Trevor, what the hell are you doing ? !"curse word shouted.

"acquiring you out of my way !"Trevor yelled back.

He retreated, going after his halberd. Oath did the Saami, retrieving his steel and raising it just in time to block Trevor's stab. Despite his strength, Trevor was able to wield more continuous violence, and the gig tip of the halberd pierced his shoulder. swearword couldn't contain his cry of anguish as he was pinned against the wall. It was a standstill, Oath stuck where he was, but Trevor unable to let up the pressure.

"It would hold been better if Mira had followed those two in the pit. I didn't want to have to drink down her, but I couldn't risk you two teaming up against me."

"We weren't going to team up against you ! What the shtup are you talking about ? !"

"I just didn't want her to interpose when I tried to kill you. It doesn't subject, I'll just tell the others the two of you were both killed by the Lapplander monster, if they're even still alive."

swearing struggled to contend with the blade in his articulatio humeri, but it felt like the lesion was just getting bigger and bigger."Why are you doing this ? !"

"I need you out of the way so that I can get the baron. I wanted to do it after I got the avenium, but I couldn't let this opportunity slip by."Oath was forced down towards the flat coat, leaving a trail of bloodline across the paries."You're the last of the main Fault family line, so once you and your Fatherhood die, I'll be next in melodic phrase to receive the title."

"You're another member ? But my father said the ramification family had been slain !"

"They were, just a week ago, actually, it was probably Noah, hired by the big businessman. But he only thought to belt down my Father of the Church and my stepbrother. He didn't think it deserving investigating farther, to find a bastard like me living in Clive. The township will be mine, it should be mine !"

expletive reached around, grabbing a Harlan Fisk Stone on the soil. Fate was kind to him, guiding his cam stroke and striking Trevor in the eye. He staggered back, bleeding horribly, and expletive wrenched the halberd out of his shoulder and scrambled to his feet. He could barely experience his left arm, and he could neither open a wellness potion nor properly swing his sword with only one hand. Should he drop his brand and go for a health potion ? abandon it and use his knife instead ?

Trevor, facing a similar predicament, chose to call up his halberd and stare oath down with his one good eye while launching stabs. Oath did his honorable to deflect the blows, as he didn't have the speciality to do another shoving match. He was losing ground, fast.

"So all this time, you were just waiting for a chance to kill me ? From the day we met ? !"

"Not at first, not until you came out to us as the mogul's son, but when I found out about the dungeon Crab, it was staring. I could use you to get the avenium, so no matter what, I'll still become a noble !"

curse pulled away and reformed his posture, then went on the offensive. His capacity for wielding a sword had greatly diminished, but still, he could fight, and his wide swinging forced Trevor to draw back. True, Trevor had the longer reach, but it was much well-heeled for swearing's sword to break his halberd rather than frailty versa. curse pushed him back, trying to get past the swinging axe blade.

"You're insane ! You think you can get the avenium or even take to the woods this place on your own ?"

"That's a risk I'm uncoerced to charter. I want you to die down here, unburied, eaten, robbed of your little folk burying secret plan behind your mansion."

"What could I have possibly done to make you detest me so much ?"

"I just plain don't like you, even before I knew you were the big businessman's son. I wanted to complain you out of the chemical group. You're too weak to find these landed estate. You can't even use magic."

As Trevor spoke, his blade began to glow with mana, and curse word instinctively stepped back. His sword would likely snap if he tried to block or even head off an attempt like that. This clip, when the swings and stabs came, he only dodged, not letting the two artillery touch.

"All you do is let that chesty incision take precaution of everything and toss out orders. Clive would burn to the priming on the first day if you took over."

Oath swung his sword, just narrowly catching the halberd's shaft and stopping Trevor long enough to close up in. Trevor raised the halberd to block, but a cleave of Oath's sword snapped it, leaving a shallow cut across his forehead and chest. He jumped back, now holding an axe in one helping hand and a quarterstaff in the other,

"I can do plenty on my own, without Noah,"said Oath.

"Shut up and die,"Trevor guessing back before charging at him.

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To Beth, it was horrifying, the vastness of the chamber, for this heroic cathedral to be just a humble sac of this unworthy labyrinth. Noah, however, felt a spine-chilling upheaval. This was no ordinary sleeping accommodation, as not only was it as heavy as a football bowl, it had a bridge stretching across, perfectly flat, and a ceiling with nifty outward-bending arches holding it up. No, they were mountain range, each link the size of an SUV, and encrusted by the racing shell. So too were there cracking statues adorning the paries, a pantheon of small creatures and bang-up giant, all of them entombed by White person, like tent flap in a spiderweb. The chamber was flooded, hence the bridge, but not with water. It was a lake of hydrargyrum, glistening from some unseen light military unit beneath its depths. The air above it was filled with fly-like hummingbirds, hanging their heads directly down and touching their schnoz against the surface as if fishing for something. The hummingbirds didn't seem strong-growing, as they paid no notice to the two outsiders.

Noah and Beth crossed the bridge, staring in awe at the bodily structure.

‘ This isn't a natural social system, this was surely constructed by a sentient will. Who made it ? How ? How many mass know about it ? What happened to this place to end up like this ?'

It was his commencement fourth dimension facing question like these, for the presence of conjuration in this world created infinite possibilities that he would never accept seen in previous worlds. Everything strange he ever encountered was either manmade or caused by nature, but the comportment of deception added all new options, instigating oddment. It could have been done by a unharmed former species, using power beyond his understanding. It was a new way of thinking, one that invigorated him.

They crossed the room without any conflict, entering a G. Stanley Hall with normal-sized room on either side. In these bedroom too, there were social system and shapes encased by the casing. Were they people ? article of furniture ?

"Interesting."

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Oath and Trevor were locked in scrap, struggling to avoid each other's attacks. curse had broken Trevor's halberd in two, taking away his ability to use thaumaturgy, but he still lunged and campaign with the remains, granting him two smaller weapons. He would swing the head of his halberd like a hatchet, forcing Oath to block with his brand, and then use his free hand to take up Oath with the halberd's shaft. The blows were delivered at full-strength and cuss couldn't stop them.

"You don't deserve to become the next magnate if this is the best you can do. You must be the weakest of the family."

"Trevor, listen ! Do you really think you can get out of here without my help ? Stop this, and we can both walk out of this dungeon awake ! You can still turn a noble with the avenium !"

"That's not skilful enough. I want the nation that my Church Father couldn't have, the self-assurance. I want to spatter on his grave as the unwanted mother fucker and flaunt the power that he lusted after. I want Baron Clive, and I want to rip it out of your hands. It's not good enough for me to win, you have to lose !"

A retentivity then flashed through curse word's mind, and despite the dire situation, a chuckle let slip."I remember Noah saying that you were a jerk probably because of something to do with your father. I think he even said you would betray us. It must be embarrassing, to be sized up so easily and stimulate your true colours seen !"

"Shut up ! If he's still alive, I'll kill him after I've killed you !"

Trevor charged at swearing, and finally, Oath managed to render a wound of his own. He blocked Trevor's three-fold attack and pushed forward, his sword slicing Trevor's shoulder joint. Trevor dropped the broken rotating shaft, his arm now slick with blood line, though Oath was in the same state, no longer capable to grip his sword with both hands. They stared each other down, picking the consequence to strike. Trevor's infract halberd was lighter and inadequate than oath's sword, so it would be well-to-do to exert, but he wouldn't be able to block well with it, so he'd have to focus entirely on offense. For curse word, his justificative site was better, but while he could strike his blade with one arm, his speed would pale compared to Trevor's and he'd be lucky to inflict very much harm. His best bet would be to kibosh and then try to overpower.

Looking at his cousin-german, cuss was reminded of that scenery from the athletic field, when that grouping of men attacked him, Noah, and Tin. He had been utterly useless, just pulled into the woodwind while Noah took care of the threat with relief. But in the week since then, he had trained relentlessly, and now, he could finally oppose himself and his line, even against his own kin.

"This is your shoemaker's last probability, Trevor,"said swearword.

"No, this is—"A jam opened up in Trevor's chest with blood pouring out.

Noah appeared behind him, his sword seemingly materializing out of sparse air and now wet with Gore. The vane had gone straight through Trevor's heart, leaving both he and Oath stunned. Trevor tried to speak, but all that came out of his rima oris was roue. Noah dropped him to the story, pulled out his steel, and then pierced the back of Trevor's skull for in force measure.

"stoppage ! What are you doing ? !"Oath shouted.

"I'm fulfilling my contract. He became an enemy, so I dealt with him."

"It wasn't your place to decide he should die ! Trevor wanted to become the following baron in my place, so it was my responsibility to take him down !"

"What are you talking about ? He wanted to take your property as Clive's next baron ?"Noah asked.

"He… he said he was my cousin, an illegitimate baby. He kept it hidden all this time."

"Oh please. His father wasn't ranked richly enough to take in an"illegitimate minor ”. Trevor was cypher more than a green cocksucker. And while I'm sure he had some hard-luck backstory about growing up on the streets that would make us all ruth or support him, I'm simply not interested. We don't have time for you two to trammel over your pop issues."

Beth arrived, standing beside him."What's going on ?"Mira was with her, having narrowly recovered and been given a sec potion.

"I can't just leave it this way !"swearword yelled."I can't just walk off without knowing how it would have ended ! If I could have beaten him myself !"

"That's just your pride talking, but pride won't keep you alive in this home. Should I have just sat back and let you keep on your childish squabble ? I was hired to keep you from dying, not facilitate you live up to your ego."

"delay, what happened ?"Beth asked."What happened to Trevor ?"

"He tried to kill me and Oath,"said Mira.

"You can't be serious ! After all the time we spent together, he just turned on us like that ?"

"It was his program from the beginning,"oath muttered."He's my cousin-german, and as soon as he found out we were in contention for the title of baron, he planned out how to use us and kill me."

"We're not going to pee it out of here, are we ?"Mira asked.

"We should have turned back when we had the probability !"Beth tearfully exclaimed, falling to her knee as the pent-up strain finally released itself.

"Crying and worrying about it won't help us,"said Noah."Look, we're all exhausted. Beth and I found a room we can rest in. Let's set up summer camp and get our forcefulness back. You three go, I'm going to separate through Trevor's things."

"Noah, you can't,"said Mira."Trevor may have gone crazy, but it's not right to just rob his corpse."

"well you can either pick out to stop me, or you can go, eat some dejeuner, and put the totally matter out of your judgment. So what are you going to do ?"Mira backed down and briskly walked off with Beth behind her."And you go too,"he said to Oath.

"I'm not going to leave you alone here."

"When the adrenaline wears off, you won't be able to. You'll flop and I'll have to express you to the camping area. You're wound, go patch yourself up. I'll be fine."

"I guess you will, won't you ? Nothing ever gets to you,"expletive muttered.

"I hear talking when I want to hear tormented footsteps. Go."

oath limped off after Beth and Mira, and Noah began picking through the treasure that Trevor had gathered, as well as taking pecker and supplies that he had been carrying. It had gotten to the point where he really had to be fussy about what he could take with him, as he was reaching the demarcation line of what he could behave and still proceed effectively.

Once he had collected everything of worth, he activated his invisibility and backed off to a rubber distance, where he sat down and waited. It happened after only a few mo, openings in the floor appearing like cracks in ice, but the shell wasn't actually breaking. They were seams, invisible to the naked eye until they actually opened up, and from within, a special K guck appeared. Rather than simply spreading out under the force of gravity, it was moving willfully towards Trevor's corpse. It enveloped him, and though Noah could not see it, the body was being disassembled in while the sizing of food grain of George Sand. In time, the slime retreated, leaving cipher but some bones and scrap of fabric.

‘ So that's how it feeds.'

He went to the pack bedchamber, where everyone was sitting against unlike walls. There was a all in flavour in their eyes, exhaustion that was both mental and physical. They had each held a hope deep down that they would shit it out of the dungeon Phthirius pubis together, all of them, that their political party would last this trial and remain whole. Trevor was bounderish and untalkative, but his loss left a void, and they suddenly felt a good deal weaker without him. But with the truth they were forced to accept, was it really a loss ? After all, he showed no hesitation in trying to off the people who were thought to be his friends.

"How could he do it ?"Beth asked."How could he lie to us for that long ? feign to be our friend ? All those battles where we had to depend on each other, did that really mean nothing to him ?"

Noah sat down and began unpacking his lunch."You'd be surprise how long you can retain the lies going, how easy it can get."

"Have you lied to us about anything ?"

Noah stared at her, challenging her to accept his answer."Plenty of matter, none of which subject in this situation."He tossed some food to everyone."Eat up. It doesn't matter if Trevor is dead, it doesn't modification our plan."

"No, it changes everything."Beth stood up."We should leave. While we're still alive, while we still have supplies and potions, we should leave. We're not set up for this berth. We weren't ready even when we had Trevor. We have plenty of treasure, to a greater extent than enough to live happily. Isn't that enough ?"

"It's too late to turn back now, to leave here without the avenium. I'm indisputable by now we've almost reached the bottom of the shell."

"What are you really getting out of this ? You're so sure we can do this, you keep pushing us forward. What is it that you want so badly as to adventure all of our animation ?"

"The same affair as you, an adventure. Isn't that what you wanted ?"

"I was wrong, this is too much."Beth gave an indignant suspiration."Oath, Mira, you agree with me, right ?"

swearing took a deep breath."I can't walk away from this, not now. I want to see this through to the end. I need to. I don't want to endure my liveliness as a coward."

"Mira ?"

Mira hugged her knees to her breast and hid her face. Was she refusing to lease part in the conversation or had she simply shut down completely ?

Beth turned back to Noah."We're in over our chief. It was a mistake to come—"

"You're innocent to leave whenever you want,"said Noah, cutting her off."I don't expect anything from you. If you want to go back to the Earth's surface, you can just walk right on out that door."

"After everything you and I have done together, you would say that to me ? !"

"Like I said before, you knew what this is, what it was, just two people scratching an itch."

"Well because of that itch, I'm late."

Mira tensed in shock and swearword's eyebrows nearly shot off his human face, yet Noah didn't even recoil."And ?"Beth stammered at his question, not sure how to respond."Again, you knew what the mickle was when we started, no attachment. I'm getting that avenium, and there is nothing you can say to stop me. You can either leave now and try to build it back out on your own, or you can fall with us down to get the avenium and we'll make the trip back together."

"This is an compulsion ! I don't know what the mogul promised you, but let it go !"

"That's enough. Everyone shut up and get some rest. We set out again in an hour."

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Trevor's absence took a heavy toll on the radical. Beth and Mira continued to lash out from behind Noah and Oath, but the monsters still withstood barrages of Stone and arrow to try and fall off their dentition into something. Normally, Trevor and his halberd could have got warded them off, breaking their momentum so that Noah and Oath could go in for the killing, but now, they had to be the briny defensive attitude wall and blocking everything with their swords.

They battled through the monster, but took injuries with each clash. It wasn't just their organization that had been disturbed ; Noah could see the group team spirit at the border of an abyss. Noah was indifferent, but the others were grappling with despair. Which hurt more ? Losing a friend ? Or finding out he was never their friend at all ?

At the moment, they were surrounded by centipedes in a lawless chamber. Noah, curse, and Beth were stomping on the little bastard as they drew close, while Mira was swinging her staff, equipped with her Shatter Mace spell. She was dotty, taking out her strain and thwarting on the wildcat, with her wow of travail becoming louder with each swing. Rather than helping, the onslaught of monsters only seemed to increase her sottish aggressiveness. Beth, on the other bridge player, was acting sluggish, paralyzed by veneration and the going of hope.

As Noah stomped on every centipede that came close, he heard a scream. A few of the beasts had managed to leap out up onto Mira and were digging in. Oath rushed over to help oneself her, but that left two sides of their formation unguarded, and the monsters were closing in.

"I have a plan !"Noah said."When the monsters move away, everyone head towards that transition over there !"

Before the others could say anything, Noah drew his knife and slashed his wrist, sending a torrent of line pouring onto the ground. Seduced by the odor of stemma, the centipedes turned their aid from Oath and the others and swarmed towards Noah. He took off, sprinting across the field of panoplied backs and spindly leg, leading them like the Pied Piper.

The trio didn't hesitate and rushed towards the exit, though looking back to see Noah's post worsening. Once he saw them reach the doorway, Noah turned around and made himself invisible. The centipedes were understandably confused, as even his odour disappeared. His blood, shrouded in mana, vanished as it fell. He made his way to the others while stepping on as few centipedes as he could. By the time he reached the exit, he had already used a healing potion to mend his wrist.

"Let's go."

The door brought them to a scent stairway. However, unlike the pissed spiral of when they first arrived at the dungeon, this staircase spun down the wall of a chasm-like sleeping accommodation like grooves on a practice bit. It was too sorry to see the ceiling or the base of the bedchamber, but in the blackness, there was a New York minute star, far below their animal foot when it should ingest been above their heads.

"Everyone, be supererogatory careful and step quietly. I think we've reached the prat of the shell."

They proceeded down the staircase, this one having existent stairs. The darkness swallowed them from the lack of cave louse, but Noah lit his torch, easing everyone's fears. It when they reached the bottom of the stairs that their fright all came rushing back like a flood.

‘ Of row,'Noah thought bitterly.

The bottom of the room was occupied by some variety of massive slumbering freak. This circular chamber was more than a one hundred ft wide, and the animal was coiled up all over itself like a snoozing boa constrictor. There was no telling what its real number sizing or form was, and Noah's torch couldn't provide enough light to properly reveal its appearance. But in the eye of the way was the dirty money for this journeying. The walls and staircase were strong case, but the floor under the monster was soma, and in the middle, in a raised basin, was a consortium of fine-grained alloy with a turquoise glow. It was avenium, just like on Noah's ring. It was so close, but the risk before them was giving everyone doubts.

curse word stepped forward."I'll go,"he said as quietly as he could.

Noah grasped his shoulder joint."No, I'm better at stealth, remember ?"

swearing turned to him, loudly whispering."Please, it has to be me ! The unanimous reason why we made this journey was so that I could become a noble ! I need to be the one to get the avenium. Let me earn my title."

"None of that matter, not in here. All that is important is getting the job done and getting out of here alive. If you want to do things the"rightfulness"way, do it on your own time. I'm going to do things the smarting way. If this thing so much as twitches, leave me behind and run as fast as you can up the stairs."

Noah didn't postponement for him to reply and activated his invisibility. True, this monster slept with its center closed, but he couldn't discount rate its good sense of olfaction and sense of hearing. He moved past expletive and stepped onto the heavy ground. Whatever this thing was, it had a lot of tentacles, and they were spread everywhere. He stepped lightly, double-checking every fleck before putting his weight on it. It was difficult, not just on the outside, but the inside. Noah had not been able to escape the depredation of fatigue duty, and his brawn were becoming treacherous.

For oath and the others, it was nerve-wracking, as they couldn't see Noah, just the blowlamp he was holding over his head. Every time the light trembled, they imagined him fumbling, stepping on one of the teras's tentacles and waking it up. When the Verbascum thapsus finally reached the basin, they released their held breaths. It was a significant quantity of avenium, at least two l of the glistening dust, and it was so amercement as well. Perhaps it was expelled from the crab like a splinter, and it would compile in the washstand over time while the crab was hush-hush. ‘ If this ends up like that vista from Raiders, I'll just kill myself here and now.'Noah rested his bridge player atop the avenium and sucked it all into the ring, every grain.

cypher happened, there was no reaction from either the ogre or the basin. Noah waited a few second to be sure as shooting, then turned and made the return journey back to the staircase. Once he reached oath, Beth, and Mira, they all resumed breathing and began the mum mounting back up the stairs. It was when they reached the halfway point that a terrifying holla shook the chamber, and rather than below, it was coming from above. The group looked up in repulsion, seeing a second teras descending towards them. It appeared to be the Saami species as the 1st, looking like a prodigious Lion with a teeth-filled bill and tentacles growing from across its back that it used like spider legs to serve its descent. It was like some sort of Lovecraftian griffin. Just one swing of its manus would kill a sledgepaw bear. Had it also been nesting in this bedroom ? Perhaps the teammate of the one down below ?

"Beth, occupy it down !"

"Too late !"

It reached across the bedchamber with its tentacles and swung over, its neb widely open. The group scattered, managing to forfend its bill, which smashed into the wall, though Beth ended up losing her bow over the edge of the staircase. One the talons on its forelegs made its mark and clipped Mira's face, but that was all it took to break down her skull like a Gallagher melon. Oath and Beth, seeing her headless body falling off to the floor, were left in kayoed silence. Noah, already back on his substructure, stabbed the wolf in the eye, forcing his brand in all the way to the hilt. The beast howled in pain and jumped back with his sword pulled from his adhesive friction, and it wasn't the only one in agony. cuss and Beth now cradled Mira, sobbing and screaming at what was done to her. Beth, Noah could realise, but swearword's reaction stood out.

‘ Goddammit, don't recount me he loved that girl.'“ We got to impress ! There is nothing we can do for her !"

"No, I can fix this !"Oath sobbed."yield me all the healing potions we have !"

"Her head is gone, she's dead. No potion can fix that."

"Please, don't ask us to impart her,"Beth whimpered.

Another roar echoed through the tunnel, this one from below. It seemed the commencement monster had woken up. curse scrambled to his animal foot, not in veneration, but rage. He grabbed his sword with snag streaming down his brass.

"I'll kill them ! I'll stamp out them both !"

"This is no clip for heroics ! We're leaving !"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY !"curse word howled while throwing a punch.

Noah deflected and countered with a jab to the throat and a knee to the stomach. swearing collapsed like a family of bill and Noah grabbed him and hoisted him over his articulatio humeri. He turned to Beth and handed her his bow to replace hers."hold those things off our ass. If you run out of pointer, I'll give you more. Now move !"

They raced up the stairs as fast as they could. Noah was struggling under the effort of hauling oath and everything they both carried, and he had to go for the torch as well. Ahead of him, Beth was raining arrows down on the two behemoth to the best of her ability. They seemed aware of the poisoned tips and were keeping a safe distance, but they were still following them up. They started swinging at Noah and Beth with their tentacles, trying to block their route. Beth would thrash at them with a knife to realise them retract, but it was just getting forged and defective, as ahead, they could see the centipedes swarming down the staircase, having followed the group down.

"Noah, what do we do ? !"Beth exclaimed.

"Run and scrap ! That's all we can do !"

They continued their charge up the stair, stomping on the centipedes and ignoring the feel of their pincers digging in and not letting go. Their bites didn't appear poisonous, but they put bullet ants to shame on the botheration scale. Not even Noah could maintain a poker face with them biting down on his legs.

With luck on their side, they escaped the chamber, running down several corridors before arriving at a chamber where they could rest. Noah dropped swearword on the dry land and began ripping off the centipedes biting his legs. It was strange for Beth, to see Noah so winded and hurt. He collapsed near the rampart, downing a healing potion to intercept his bleeding. Oath, having regained consciousness, got back to his feet and approached the doorway with his sword.

"Don't even think about it,"said Noah.

"I refuse to result her eubstance down here. I'm going to get my revenge on that beast and bring her nursing home to inter her."

"It's a monster, it doesn't understand your feelings. If you go swinging at it for revenge, it's just going be sword lily that its next repast arrived so willingly. Besides, Mira has probably already been devoured."

"Don't say that !"curse shouted.

"Noah !"Beth added her voice to the outrage.

"You just need to accept it. She's gone, there is nothing you can do to aid her. goose egg can be done to alter what happened. I'll say it as harshly as I need to if it gets the substance through your thick skull."

"What would you have done if it was Tin who died in there instead of Mira ?"

"I would suffer left her. I've seen plenty of people die. This isn't my first time leading people into combat, and casualties are to be expected."

"So you were just waiting for each of us to die ? !"Beth exclaimed.

"As long as I could fulfill my declaration, I was prepared for all possible exit, though I'm honestly disappointed that you two all came here expecting to do this without losing anyone."

"Is that all we are to you ? Just time to come losses ?"

"Yes, that's right."Noah got to his foot."Look, we've got the avenium, so the hard persona is done. Now we can head home."

"Two of our friend are stagnant and we're in the bottom of the inning of a dungeon crab ! How is that not the severe parting ? !"Beth screamed at him.

"Because I have an idea on how to get us out of here."He took out a urine skin from his knapsack and poured in some powdered avenium from within his doughnut, then shook it up and handed it to swearing."Both of you, douse this on yourselves. Try not to let any go to waste."

"What will this do ?"Oath asked.

"When I activate my invisibleness, I wrap myself in mana, as well as anything I touch or hold, but for some reason, it won't oeuvre on anything living. The mana just won't stick on, like it's being repelled. However, I did some enquiry on avenium. It is a metal, but it bends light like a vitreous silica, and it manipulates mana the same way. I can't apply my invisibleness to you, but if you're covered with powderize avenium, it may serve me hold in you a bit. Try it."

curse word sighed and poured some of the mixture on his head, then went to make rubbing it into his hide and apparel. He handed the rest to Beth and she did the same. Noah activated his trick and grasped their workforce. The air around them shimmered, their bodies becoming deliquium, like they were shrouded in a heat haze. They became like mirages of their genuine ego. curse word and Beth voiced their shock as they looked at each former, and the fact that Noah could get wind them was concerning. It was a far-cry from Noah completely erasing his presence, but at the very least, it would make them less noticeable.

"This takes a lot of mana, so I'm going to use it on and off as we go, and we're going to be running. If there is anything you don't want to deport, get out it here now."

Beth and curse word couldn't see Noah, but they stared at the blank space he occupied. He could see it on their faces, the suspicion, the frustration, the fear, the sorrowfulness, the exhaustion. They'd just own to suckle it up.

"Let's go, and step lightly."

They left the chamber and began their journey back to the control surface. They no longer moved in formation, and they tried to preserve a quickly but unruffled gait. When ogre were nearby, Noah would set off his spell and they'd do their best to avoid signal detection. It didn't always workplace. At one point, they were being pursued by a pack of the bipedal carnivores like the 1 they had faced outside. It was too many for them to take in on, and the longer they stayed in one spot fighting, the greater the chance more monsters would be drawn.

Noah, pulling Oath and Beth along, activated the spell in his right eye.

"What the hell ? !"Oath said in seismic disturbance as he watched the clone tumble back, while the real Noah was still gripping his hand.

"It's another deception I can create, just keep moving !"

As they ran, Noah had the clone start waving his blazonry and shouting at the approaching lusus naturae, doing whatever he could to imbibe their attention. They passed through the clone in utter mix-up, turned around, and tried again and again. Their eye, spike, and noses were all telling them that prey was standing before them, but no matter how many times they tried to burn down, their jaws closed around nothing but air. They were so distracted that Noah and the others managed to get away.

"Why didn't you tell us about—"

"Shut up !"Noah barked back."If you can mouth, keep running instead !"

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

springiness was planting season, so the farms on the Fault acres were in a fury. Oath, the business leader's thirdly son, was the"nobleman"of this task. He and the slaves spent their days working the subject, though there was little distinction between them. He lived and ate his repast with his father and brothers, at least, when they were at home, but his ranking in the family was just a step above"bastard ”. His father lauded all of his congratulations on his brothers, with the younger always trying to surpass the older and win the the three estates.

The oldest was a soldier, a squad loss leader, one pace below reliable knight. He would be gone for calendar month at a meter, then return place and gasconade about the battle he fought for the glory of Uther, and how he bolstered the reputation of the defect menage. The center son was a proud hunter and skilled in magic, a natural endowment he often lorded over the older brother. He claimed legerdemain to be infinitely superior to swordsmanship, meaning he, the magically-affluent, was the future of the descent. Neither brother liked Oath, simply treated him like one of the servants. He was just another laborer. His male parent, on the other hand, wasn't cruel like them, but he simply didn't caution beyond maternal instinct. His mother was long gone.

curse had been outside when he learned of their deaths, but on break. Lying on a sun-warmed grassy pitcher's mound, he watched the clouds qualifying budget items. As the third son, he was compelled to keep back his heading down, to focalise only on the undertaking in front of him and not rock the boat. Skygazing was the only when clock time he'd break of serve that formula, abandoning the sphere to instead focus on farming his own mind, to forget about his life and province and try to figure out what was left.

He knew cypher of the world beyond his domicile and Greenwich Village, couldn't even read, and nigh of his socialization came from talking with the striver during workplace. They often didn't have a good deal to say, but they trusted him enough to include him in their gossip. He wasn't like the baron and his oldest boy ; his groundwork were more used to the soil of the discipline than the floorboards of the fault household. Those conversations were the only clock time he could learn of things beyond simply swinging a hoe or scythe, to discover that there was Sir Thomas More to existence than just crops and stock, and when he gazed at the sky, swearword would use that glimmering to try and arise himself, retrieve out who he was. That was the programme, at to the lowest degree, but he was disturbed by one of the maids of the house.

"Master Oath, your father requires your presence immediately."

The utilise honorific was just a courtesy acknowledging his stemma. There was no reliable deference in her words.

"Understood."Oath got up and followed her to the business firm, where she led him to his father's bailiwick. As he approached, he heard nonsensical shouting and affair falling over.

Inside, the baron, Ivan, was pacing back and forth, unhinged and drenched in tears. Papers and item from his desk were scattered across the story and he was gripping a whiskey glass with a shaking hand.

"Father, what is it ?"

"Oath, Colt and Victor have perished."Ivan picked up a varsity letter with a fall apart wax seal."colt was killed in engagement on the Petosic Steppes."He threw it aside."And master was killed by a bear while hunting. His remains were found this morning."He emptied his whisky glass in one gulp and staggered, looking like he was on the verge of collapse.

cuss took a moment to process the news, but there wasn't much to mental process. There was no such thing as sibling love in noble households."I'm sorry, Father."

The tycoon fell back in his death chair."Oath, you are now my alone son. That means that you will inherit my deed when I die, unless my conniving brother manages to steal it !"

"founding father, I can't be a baron !"

"This is not something you can pass up ! I will not allow our house to let nobility slip from its fingerbreadth ! But you're right. The way you are now, the kingdom would be wise to paw it over to Edwin, so we're going to change that. From now on, I am going to grave you into a suitable replacement."

After that, everything changed. From the crack of dawn until late at Night, cuss was trained in combat, etiquette, and reading and written material. The tools of the farm were replaced with his granddaddy's sword, and hr not spent swinging it were spent hunched over one record book after another, studying by candlelight. None of it stuck. Unlike his blood brother, he was born without talent and raised without an education. He couldn't use magic, could barely press, and was about as cultured and learned as the lowest peasant. There was little hope for him.

One day, he found himself at the Old Wineskin, looking for an adventuring job. multitude would brand notices, requesting items like valuable plants or monster parts, or chore like escorting person through the forest. Helping around Town would give him some accomplishment he could use to try out his eligibility for inheriting the Clive barony. He had also heard some Wyrd hearsay about the inn, about some crazy couple that had the meretricious sex conceivable. From dayspring to midday on every other day, anyone in or near the inn would be flushed with embarrassment as they heard a young cleaning lady's shout of euphoria, along with the knocking of a bedframe threatening to break apart. However, today, the inn was quiet. The only if voice he heard was addressed to him.

"Hey you, by the notice plug-in, over here !"

He looked over to the source, spotting a table occupied by three youths like himself, a man and two women.

"Me ?"

"Yeah, come on !"one of the fair sex said, a tall and bubbly blonde.

Oath crossed the bar to them."What is this about ?"

"You wouldn't pass to be searching for a political party to join, are you ?"the other womanhood asked, a cute brunette with suddenly hair.

"Oh… uh, yeah, I guess. I haven't been making a good deal headway on my own."

"well have a seat !"

Oath hesitated, feeling the man beside him shooting sticker from his heart. He was sizing him up, and apparently didn't like what he saw.

"No, change of plans, keep moving. We don't need any More weaklings in our group."

"Shut up, Trevor,"said the blonde."Ignore him. I'm Beth and this is Mira. We're currently in pauperism of a swordsman in our grouping, and you look like you would fit correct in."

"She means you look weak enough that no one better would have invited you to link their chemical group, and no real explorer would defame their dignity by joining this gro— Ouch !"Beth had just kicked him under the table.

"You're not allowed to malign the mathematical group while being a part of it,"she scolded.

"Truth be told, none of us are very dependable, but that just means we should get together,"said Mira.

swearing finally took a seat and put a deal on the brand hanging from his belt."Ok, sure enough, I'll join you guys. My name is Oath. I'm actually kind of surprised, I thought this plaza would be… louder."

"Oh yeah, those stories ? We've actually met them, Noah and Tin, the couple who make all that dissonance,"said Mira.

Now Trevor seemed occupy."Really ? Were they freaks ?"

"No, pattern as can be,"said Beth,"and they're both barely onetime than us. You'd never think it when looking at them. The guy is actually really smart. He gave us a lot of large advice about tactics and magic. We tried to get him to join our team, but he wanted to work on his own, him and that slave fille. God, I envy her."

"settee down, you're so indecent,"Mira said with a sigh. She then turned to Oath."Anyway, welcome to the grouping !"The smile she flashed at him made his heart fluttering in a way it never had before.

For the following few hebdomad, Oath and his new friends adventured together, fighting what monsters they believed they could beat, but were most often forced to run away and tend to their wounded organic structure and bruised egos. But no affair how many times they were beaten, curse was never dejected, because it was the first metre he felt truly accepted, and with mass his own age, no to a lesser extent. True, Trevor always gave him the cold berm, but Beth kept the intent of the group raised, and Mira… she was something else altogether.

She spoke with him, laughed with him, and smiled with him, all consequence of confusing bliss that he drank like fine wine-coloured. He was drawn to her, pulled by a force that he could not describe. One day, after they had managed to pour down a wolf, and only just barely, he and the others all collapsed from exhaustion. Mira, sitting following to him, ended up placing her hired man on his. The second her finger touched his, it was like cold lightning surged through his nerves, a frighteningly hefty sensation, but one that made him feel more alive than the conflict just present moment before.

Perhaps it was just the Adrenalin and the endorphins, but he looked at Mira, and she, realizing the contact between them, didn't get out away, and instead gazed at him with a shy smile and rosy cheeks. The low prison term Oath fought a monster, he froze up in little terror, and it wasn't the last clock time his awe got the better of him, but at that moment, he broke through his fear, turning his hand over to hold hers. They gazed at each early, their stomachs filled with Thomas More butterfly than a meadow in summertime. That was the moment he realized his tone for her.

The next day, his Father sat swearing down in the parlor of their home base. With them was a gruff middle-aged adventurer with a bow."cuss, no matter what, you must not let anyone outside of your political party know this. I've just learned that a dungeon crab has surfaced nearby."

Dungeon crabs were one of the with child unusual person in the mankind, but their mythology was thin. They were vague fauna, described as sustenance fortresses that rose up from the earth. Many believed that they were a remnant of the war between the gods and the John Barleycorn.

curse word wasn't trusted how to respond to the news, so his begetter continued."adventurer who manage to trance a dungeon Cancer the Crab by taking the avenium inside are granted the social rank of baron or higher by the realm. If you and your friends can reach this, then there is nothing Edwin can do and my championship will be passed on to you without question."

"My friends and I can barely look the freak in the woods. We can't plow a dungeon crab."

"I am well aware of your weakness when it comes to swordplay. I'm hoping that switching to a different weapon will unlock your possible. This man is Sendal, a vet explorer and archer. He'll teach you how to use a bow."

Just looking at Sendal, oath could tell he wasn't the well-disposed guy, but his Father-God wouldn't modification his mind. That day, he and the archer rode into the woods to run, and that was the final thing he remembered. When next he woke up, he was in a goblin tunnel, racked with pain sensation flowing from the back of his head down to the tips of his toes, but it was waning, thanks to the potion he had received.

helping him to his feet was a Brigham Young man, a bit sure-enough than him, with a girl standing behind him. Noah and Tin, he had heard those epithet before. They were the source of the foreign rumor about the Old Wineskin, but more than that, Beth and Mira had vouched for Noah's strength. expletive was skeptical, especially when Noah declared that he was going to acquit out the hob den himself, something that was nothing shortsighted of suicidal. Despite his life being saved, swearing wasn't feeling very grateful, considering he now had to work as Noah's pack mule while he marched to his doom.

But then he saw the results. Noah slaughtered the goblin with relief, never displaying any kind of magic. Oath and his friends had repeatedly tried hunting goblins, nearly dying every meter, but they fell like Walter Reed with every swing of Noah's steel. Then, when the goblin chief revealed itself, Oath got to witness true swordplay, and the memory board of his older brother's skills were painted over by Noah's battle. Had he and his friends attempted this, they would deliver ended up being cooked and eaten.

During the journey habitation, they were attacked by bandits. Tin, obeying Noah, pulled swearword into the woodwind instrument before he could even grab his brand. The battle lasted only a min, leaving Oath in awe when he saw the body of the slain bandits. He rode back to Clive with Noah and Tin, and when he arrived back household, his Church Father threw his blazonry around him, wailing alleviation to see his son's recurrence. It was the low gear time his father had ever hugged him.

"Father, there is something I need to tell you."They went into his father's study and closed the room access behind them. curse word, standing while the tycoon sat, leaned against the desk."The Hunter you hired, he knocked me out handed me over to goblins."

"Damn him ! Edwin must deliver bribed him to get you out of the picture. But if he handed you to hob, how did you escape ? Did you fight your way out ?"

"No, I was saved by someone, a man named Noah. He's untested than Colt but twice the warrior, and he's already helped my champion before. He wiped out a immense goblin nuzzle himself and even killed a hobgoblin."

Ivan leaned back in his electric chair."If a untested man of such science were to join your party, perhaps you might be able to captivate the dungeon crab."

"I was thinking the Lapplander thing."

"Bring him here. I'll talking to him."

The adjacent affair cuss knew, Tin lay dying, and he watched as Noah slew the assaulter. The pointer in Tin's pectus, it had been meant for him, he was reminded of it with each pained breath she made. Crushed with guilt feelings, he applied every potion in the house, pouring them on her wound and down her throat, but her term didn't improve. As Noah approached, Oath braced himself for the defective. It was cuss's error that she had died, her life ended because he had been saved, so would Noah demand his life as recompense ?

But Noah didn't acknowledge Oath. He simply kneeled down and held Tin. There were no snag, not even a trembling breath. Tin voiced her net goodbye and closed her centre, while Noah simply stared at her like a statue. Noah then departed with Tin, riding off to get a desirable place to bury her. Watching him ride off, swearing remembered the smile on Tin's face when she said goodbye, and imagined that look on Mira, the pure, honest, intoxicating emotion. He wanted to see her. He had nearly died, and he wanted to take the risk of infection he never could take in if he hadn't been saved.

To his Father-God's protests, he rode out to the Old Wineskin, and as soon as he entered, he heard Mira's voice."Oath !"

There they were, gathered at their usual table. Never was he so happy to see his friends. He crossed the tavern and took his nates."Hey."

"Your beginner told us you were out training with an archer,"said Beth."I'm rather insulted you didn't ask me first."

"You guys aren't going to conceive this, but I swear this really happened. That Archer knocked me out and handed me over to goblins. I was even taken to their den."

Trevor just scoffed and Beth was likewise questioning."I'm actually not that mad, you don't have to make up excuses."

Mira gave him the benefit of the doubt."Really ?"

"Yeah, but I was saved by that Noah guy that you told me about, he and Tin. I watched him gain out an entire mine full of goblin single-handedly."

"Of grade someone like you would need to be saved,"said Trevor.

"An entire mine ? !"Beth exclaimed as she bolted to her feet.

"We can barely fight a handful of them,"Mira sighed.

"Anyway, listen to this."He leaned in and waved for them to all do the same."A dungeon Cancer has appeared nearby."He was prosperous that everyone understood that term. He didn't have faith in his power to explicate it. His friends all fell back in their seats.

"You honestly can't be thinking of trying it !"Beth exclaimed."We'd be abruptly in an hour !"

"Listen, Noah has agreed to bring together our team and train us. With his help, I'm sure as shooting we can do it."

"We don't need some freak's advice,"said Trevor.

"Did I forget to mention that he also killed a bugbear ?"

Trevor didn't respond.

"I don't know. I think it's way too early for us. Why ? Are you really that broke ?"asked Mira.

"There is something I haven't told you guys. My full name is Oath Fault, son of Baron Ivan Fault. I'm his third son but I'm next in argumentation to have his title."

"Damn it, he's delirious ! Everything he's said so far was a hallucination."

"Oath, did you eat some strange mushrooms in the Sir Henry Wood ?"Mira asked with honest concern.

Stared in bear on silence.

"I swear to you, it's lawful. I'm sure the archer gave me to the hobgoblin to sustain me from inheriting the form of address. When I returned home, that same archer tried to shoot down me, but ended up killing Tin instead."

Both Mira and Beth were left in stunned silence. While they had only met her once, the news of her death was a shocking blow. Her endless moaning had become a point of superbia in the villagers, considering it a valued quirk in the identity of their nursing home, like the swallow returning to Capistrano. Besides, they had both seen the dear in her eyes.

"Yeah. Noah killed the guy and rode off with Tin to bury her. He said he would be back the day after tomorrow."

"That's awful,"said Beth.

"poor Noah,"Mira added.

"I don't think we should have him with us. We can do the donjon Cancer the Crab ourselves,"said Trevor.

"No, we wouldn't stand a hazard without him. Just talk to him, you'll see."

Beth raised a beer mug."Anyway, I'd say this calls for a drink. Let us rejoice the safe return of our comrade, crispen our approaching success, and mourn a fallen Quaker !"

expletive wanted to laugh, but truth be told, he'd demand some liquid courage.

Late into the nighttime, the four venturer splurged on intellectual nourishment and drinks, until all was calm down and the host was preparing to shut down up the bar. Trevor had gone base, Beth was currently passed out, and now it was just Oath and Mira.

"I hope this dungeon crab affair works out,"said Mira, more than a little tipsy.

"Yeah, and all the wealth from the adventurers is really going to help this village."

"With that money, I can finally pay off my mother's debts."

"You never said your mother was in debt."

Mira giggled."I guess we both kept secrets. I never liked adventuring, but it was the in force way I could make money after my father left. In a way, I'm gladiola I did it, but I just want a prissy placid home life."

"wellspring I'll become the magnate of the townspeople. Maybe you could nail down here."Never in a million eld would a solemn curse word have the courage to do so, but he reached out and held her script like he had on that day in the woods."And I could make a home with you."

Like him, Mira was fueled by melted courage, but she got to her animal foot with small thanksgiving and great courage, and pulled swearword to his."Come on,"she mumbled with an chagrined grin. They were both more than a little drunk, so they had to facilitate each other up the steps, giggling with each stone's throw. They reached the threshold to Mira's room, and as she fumbled with the key, Oath leaned in and steal a buss. It was his first off, as well as hers, and while he got her mostly on the nose, she touched her lips with a smile and a blush.

They got the doorway open and stumbled into the room, shutting it behind them. Mira lit a cd and then made herself at dwelling in Oath's embrace. Standing in the middle of the room, they kissed once more, this time able-bodied to put their hearts and souls into it.

"Are you make for this ?"Oath asked.

"I think so. Are you ?"

"I'm not sure. I don't have any experience with being with a woman. I mean… I've seen animate being on the farm…"

Mira burst into laughter, which, second to her yelling at him, was the absolute endure reaction he wanted at a mo like this."Beth has told me how to do it, don't trouble. Now that we've kissed, the next step is we take off our clothes."

swearing was already sporting a woody, and those finale four Good Book nearly pushed him over the edge. He took off his pelage, Mira removed her cloak, and for a moment, they paused, feeling the stress as they gripped their shirts, but upon struggling to actually deplumate them off, they couldn't help but gag. Mira's white meat were exposed, and Oath, a swirling inundation of adolescent hormone, was caught like a deer in the headlight. They… were so… beautiful.

"Don't stare like that,"Mira said, covering herself and looking away in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. Can I… can I touch them ?"

"I… guess."

She hesitantly lowered her blazonry, and swearing, with trembling hands, began to fondle her mild shelf. That softness, that suaveness, he was drawn to them like sugar. He was clumsy ; not brutish, but his proficiency was ill-refined, as was to be expected. Regardless, Mira shivered and purred from swearword's touch, afraid of being so vulnerable, both her body and her intuitive feeling exposed to another for them to do with as they pleased. Perhaps it was the front of that fright that made it palpate so beneficial, the care of being touched so intimately, mixed with the joy of finding someone whom she wished would do so.

Massaging deep into her bod and relishing the way her nipples felt when he toyed with them, curse word, like Mira, was overwhelmed. The probability to explore a woman's body like this, to know it, intimately, it teased his virtually innate, natural curiosity. He was so unrestrained, trembling like a leaf and touch sensation like he was going to jump out of his skin. It happened before he could do anything about it, he came, having already been pushed over the edge. Flushed with disgrace, he did his considerably to try and obscure it, but to Mira, it looked like he was just getting impatient.

She lowered her helping hand and pushed off her trousers. curse didn't immediately oppose, but that was because he was trying to gather his thinking and his strength. When he realized what she had done, he didn't have meter to conceive, and simply dropped his own pants. This time, it was Mira's turn to gaze, as she tried not to intend of when their group last fought goblins, most of which weren't wearing anything.

Mira climbed into bed, hiding herself under the blanket."Now… you get on top of me… and I think you know where your matter goes."

Oath put out the standard candle, plunging the room into total darkness. He meandered his way back to the bed, feeling the cover. His deal found Mira's torso and he felt her stir like a scare animal. He slipped under the blanket and their nude consistency met, first in the form of an bosom, then in the form of a osculation, and finally…

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

Noah, Oath, and Beth sprinted up the winding stairway towards the exit of the dungeon crab. They were covered in stemma, sweat, and turd, and had countless untreated wound. Noah's mana was completely drained, and the three of them were running on smoke. They couldn't William Tell if the monsters were still chasing them. After all this time, the refrain of holler repeated in the backbone of their minds no issue what.

Finally, when their bodies felt like they'd fall apart like sandcastles, they breathed fresh air, and felt the sun shine upon them. They burst out of the top of the Crab's shell, collapsing near the threshold. For the three of them, it was like a religious experience. Beth crumbled, bout pouring down her face, a mix of happiness, misery, relief, and mourning, and as the sun rose, Oath stared like his psyche had left his body, turning him into an void husk. As for Noah, he dropped the knight sword he had been using and gripped the earth with shaking workforce. How long had it been ? How long had it been since he last fought that hard for his lifetime ? How long had it been since his survival instinct pushed him that far ? No, when it was more than just his survival instinct pushing him ? The fear, the adrenaline, the endorphins, the painfulness, they flowed through the plica of his Louis Harold Gray issue like a flood across a desert.

"Get up, on your feet."

Noah looked over, seeing cuss standing with his brand pointing at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing ?"Noah muttered.

"You heard me, get up and present me."

"oath, you're kidding, right ?"Beth asked.

"No. You and me, Noah, right here, correctly now."

"You unthankful little bratwurst. After all I did for you, you have the nerve to target your steel at me ? The blade I gave you ?"

"You didn't do this for me. I was just a property in whatever sight you struck with my founding father. Now Mira is deadened and I was robbed of my chance to settle things with Trevor. We never should cause gone in there, but you kept pushing us. We never should have let you be a part of our team."

"oath, it's not his shift ! You also wanted to keep going ! Just put your sword down and we can all go home !"

"No ! I have to do this !"

"You're mightily,"said Noah, getting to his invertebrate foot,"you were just a prop, but I'm still under contract and not allowed to vote down you. Once we're back and I've stick my wages, then I'll put you down as voiceless as you want."

"No ! I'm done hearing to you ! From the consequence we met, you've run my life. I was supposed to be the one to arrogate the avenium, to seize my own destiny, not let you lease it and take on whatever scraps you toss my way ! I couldn't avenge Mira, I couldn't beat Trevor, and I couldn't even conquer the donjon crab louse ! I can't go home this way ! I refuse to go like this ! But if I beat you, that'll be enough."

Noah gripped the hilt of the knight steel, and the sensation he got back was far from ideal. His trunk was at its limit, he could barely even stand. He was out of potions, they all were, so there was no way he could quickly recoup his forte. At to the lowest degree cuss was in the Same billet. Despite his anger and bloodlust, he was on the verge of passing out. The look was willing, but the flesh was another narration. If Noah fought him in this state, even the smallest wounds could prove fatal, then his deal with the baron would be out the window.

"I'm not going to pamper you. If you want to get yourself killed, do it after we get back. I want to live long enough to cash in everything I've collected."

"You can't babble your way out of this !"

Oath charged with his blade raised, attempting his signature cleave. Noah stepped to the side of meat, nearly falling over as he did so. quite than a slash, he struck Oath in the stomach with the handle of his steel. oath nearly retched, but regained his basis and punched Noah. He tried to evade, but was still grazed and staggered back, drawing his sword completely.

"plosive this, you two don't need to agitate !"Beth pleaded.

"William Tell him that !"Noah argued.

curse unleashed a snow flurry of golf shot towards Noah, who lacked the nimbleness to get out of the way. Instead, he had to deflect and sidestep each swing. They locked sword, pushing against each early in a shoving match.

"You chose to go into the dungeon crab,"said Noah."You chose to come after me, despite knowing how dangerous it was for Mira. You put your pride and your nobility over her. I killed Trevor because you were too washy to get it done and you would own woken up that freak with just three steps. You don't get to find fault your incompetence on me."

"You're a hardhearted bastard ! You couldn't even shed a tear for Tin, no admiration you didn't aid about us !"

"Grow up !"

Noah let go of his sword and punch swearing, sending him staggering back. Noah touched his manus to his eye, casting his invisibleness. He only had enough mana to remain blot out for a few import, so Noah tackled curse word, disarming him and knocking him to the ground. Three whole blows to the human face left him unconscious.

Noah dropped to his knee, gasping for air with his spell coming undone. Hopefully, curse word would be much more sensical when he woke up. As Noah got to his substructure, there was a behemoth's snarl, followed by Beth's scream. One of their pursuer from within the shell had arrived and was attacking Beth. It looked like some kind of cycloptic tiger with a mat of quill pen across its back. Beth was pinned, her arm in its mouth with her flesh being deplume and her bones breaking.

"tinker's dam it !"Noah growled.

Beth still had his bow, so Noah pulled out his myopic sword and threw it, winging the beast in the berm. It turned to Noah and charged, and Noah, trying to activate his magic, realized he had used the last of his mana to handle with Oath. He jumped to the side to dodge the lunging tiger, but as he hit the priming, he realized he had less military posture than he thought. He had planned on hitting the flat coat with a axial motion and then jumping to his metrical foot, but he just fell like a tree diagram. All he could do was roll on his back, and this time, when the Panthera tigris pounced, he wasn't able to parry. It tried to sink its dentition into his neck opening, but he blocked its lip with his sword, though he could do nothing about its claws, digging into his shoulder joint. It was pushing down on him with its full phase of the moon weight, and he didn't have the forcefulness to apply it back.

Noah stared into its one, fist-sized eye and watched slobber pour from its mouth, assorted with the origin from the cuts that his sword was creating. This certainly ranked among the top of his unearthly decease. Yet when his strength was about to falter, Oath attacked the tiger from behind, slicing off his head with a swing of his sword. Oath then kicked the tiger's corpse off Noah and pointed his blade at him.

"You'll never get a respectable chance than this,"Noah said with a smirk.

expletive took a bass breath and sheathed his sword."I suppose saving your aliveness is as very much an attainment as ending it."He held out his hired hand to Noah."Let's go home."

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The townsfolk of Clive was bustling, filled with adventurer following the tidings of the dungeon crab louse's emergence. Around one-half of them would die within its shell, but those with science and portion came back to Ithiel Town with sack full-of-the-moon of ores and gems. Having returned to town just the previous night, Noah had tried listening for gossip of whether or not anyone else had managed to capture the keep. He had taken all of the avenium he found in that room, so it's possible that was all there was in the crabmeat. Oh well, they'd just have to wee-wee do with everything else they found. The absolute majority of the explorer were smarting enough or perhaps not ambitious enough to go very deep into the crab.

But that's not what Noah was focusing on at the mo. He was at the inn, sitting on the bed in Beth's room and examining her arm. It had been badly mangled by that tiger and wasn't fully healed. Since they were out of potions at the meter, Noah and cuss had to enfold it and tend it as best as they could. On the way down from the dungeon's entrance, they met an adventurer and bought some healing potions off him. However, they weren't able to completely reverse the damage. The physical body on her arm looked shed, like hard stretch marks, and the muscle underneath was out of proper flesh. At least the bone had been reset properly, but the way Beth winced as she stretched it per Noah's instruction, he knew that she was lucky to still have it at all.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll be able to disembowel a bow or lift anything heavy anytime soon. If you find someone with healing trick, they might be capable to undo the legal injury, but otherwise, I can't guess your arm will ever recover its total use or strength."

"That's fine,"she said with a monotone voice and dead Pisces middle. She shuddered, as if shaking herself awake."No, it's not alright, it's awful. But… I don't have to vex about using a bow."

"You're quitting being an adventurer ?"

"After everything we went through in that dungeon… I don't ever want to receive something like that again. I'm going to try and find a healer to mend my arm, but after that, I'm going to do what Mira wanted and get back down and make a family."

"That's for the best, I suppose."

"Thanks. And Noah, about what I said to you in the donjon, about how I was…"

"You're not pregnant. Mira was."

She looked at him in jounce."How'd you know ?"

"I have adequate experience with cleaning lady to know how to avoid getting them pregnant, and I can tell when it's confining to that clock time of the month. Mira told you she was former before we entered the dungeon, didn't she ? You pretended it was you instead. Did you lie to try and save up yourself, or her ?"

"Both, I guess. cuss didn't know, he can never know."

"I'm surprised they were able to hold it hidden from me. They always seemed a little protective of each former, but I had no idea they were so intimate."

"She told me they were both drunk when it happened, and later told expletive that she thought it would be better if they focused on getting stronger for conquering the dungeon. After, they would have the respite of their life story to…"She trailed off, then looked out the window and sighed."I'm going to go visit her mother and sibling, tell her what happened. They were in debt, so hopefully the treasure I've collected will help pay it off. I owe Mira that much."

"This should Thomas More than cover it,"said Noah, handing her a small bottle of avenium.

"So much fuss, so many binge over this metal dust,"she muttered, staring at the bottle.

"Take forethought of yourself,"Noah said before getting up and leaving.

He stopped by his room, getting his bag and any possessions he deemed worth carrying. He had already sold off all of his ores and gems, so he had mint of gold coins with him, along with various former prick and treasure hidden within his ring, including a vast fortune of avenium. He put on his backpack with his swords hanging from his belt, including a new longsword, and left the room, locking it behind him. Downstairs in the tavern, he handed the landlady the key.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"Aye, I'm a bit sorry to see you go. But before you do, you should babble with your admirer. He certainly needs some help."

At the counterpunch, he saw Oath slumped over with a half-empty mug in his hand. After returning to Baron Clive of Plassey, he had checked in with his founder only briefly, then came straight to the inn and started drinking to submerge his rue. It was a miracle the boy hadn't died from alcohol poisoning.

"Are you planning on drinking away your entire chance ?"Noah asked.

Oath raised his header, looking at him with bloodshot eyes."leave of absence me alone."

Noah took the dejection future to him and ordered a drink."I will, soon. For now, just humor me."

curse sat up and wiped his face."Remember that hunting trip-up the six of us took in the beginning ? When we were sitting around the fervor, you told me that I had to decide my reason for living, for combat, that I had to create my own meaning. When I went into that donjon, I thought I was doing it for my father, to finally win his approval. But when Mira died, I realized I had done it for her. I wanted to bear witness to her that I was a man, that I was just as strong as you and Trevor, and I wanted to leaven it to myself. Everything I failed to do, they were the achievement of the mogul that I wanted to be. I loved her, but my pride got her killed. Now… I just don't want to think about it, any of it. I just want to blank out so everything will discontinue hurting."

Noah, having received his crapulence, downed it in one gulp and slapped the drinking glass on the table, then took a trench breath."If I were to give you one last object lesson, one last piece of advice, would you aim it ?"swearword just glanced at him, neither agreeing, nor refusing."Stop drinking. Go base and mourn her properly."

"Why ?"

"I know it hurts, and you don't want to feel anything anymore, but when you block out all of the bad, you block out all of the proficient that goes with it. treasure your flavor for Mira, your computer memory of her. Don't try to inter them and draw a blank. Be grateful that it hurts. consider me, there is nothing more painful than being truly numb. When you've lost all significance and genius, you end up in a very disconsolate home, where you'll do anything just to palpate again, and you never fully come back from that."

For a moment, the watchword went over cuss's head, but then his oculus widened as a computer memory flashed through his alcohol-soaked mind. The face Noah made when Tin died, that rocklike construction, it finally made sense.

"Is that what happened to you ? You lost someone ?"

"I've lost a lot of people, Sir Thomas More than you can suppose. Losing a lie with one, mourning them, it's supposed to be hard, because if it's easy, you forget how to do it."Noah then got up and shouldered his backpack.

"Where are you going ?"oath asked.

"I have business in the capital."

"My begetter and I are going there in three solar day. You can travel with us."

"Nah, I'll find my own way. Besides, I've already given your forefather plenty avenium to ensure you become a imposing, so there is no point in sticking around here."

"You never told us what he promised you. Why were you so obsessed with conquering the donjon ?"

Noah thought back to the conversation he had with the baron, after Tin died.

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Noah was sitting in the baron's study, having just confessed to killing his brother and nephew."We didn't have the chance to talk about payment for this job, but don't worry, I'm not interested in money or land. There is something else I want."

"Which is ?"

"I want a letter of the alphabet of recommendation to the Uther knight honorary society. I heard they only grant accession on the safe word of a noble, such as yourself."

Ivan scrunched up his face and nearly spat out his drink. To be an Utheric knight was a great honor and responsibility, as while they ranked below king on the nobility scale of measurement, their achievement could cave in them greater authority and political influence."I have no interest in putting my proficient epithet on the personal credit line for a alien. Just take some avenium for yourself and become a noble. You'll be even richer than a knight. Or if you want to serve your area, just fall in the military."

"Any schmo with a pulsing can be con***********ed and turned into a soldier. I'm not after wealthiness, prestige, or achievement, and I don't care about this country."

Noah then reached into his sack and placed a yellow potion on the baron's desk.

"What is that ?"Ivan asked.

"I got this in that goblin den, and just this daybreak, I had it appraised by the apothecary. It's a high-level antidote, capable to cure almost any poison. I doubt even a baron like you could afford one. I had this with me when Tin was shot and didn't know it could save her liveliness. She died because of my ignorance. I've come to make that despite my acquisition and experience, I don't know nearly enough about this world. I want to modify that, and to do so, I need an education. Spending years in an ivory tower doesn't pursuit me. I want to pick up how to live and properly fight in this world, and the best post to do that is the knight academy, where they supposedly train the honorable of the best. That hobgoblin apparently killed a knight, but hopefully that was a fluke.

So what do you say ? Is your son's future tense not worth a single letter ?"

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"I suppose…"Noah said, looking back to Oath,"I just wanted to finally keep on a hope, rather than making yet another lie. Good luck to you, Lord Fault."

Noah left the inn and walked over to the military post where his horse was hitched. He rode out of Clive, and when he was finally alone, he held out his hand, and an envelope appeared on his palm tree from within his hoop. On it was a wax sealing wax, the Fault coat of arms. With this, his path was laid out before him. His next stop : the Utheric royal stag capital.

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*Roundabout plays*

To be continued…

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Please comment ! I 'm going to try to have vol 2 ready by the end of the year .