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Chapter 261 - 261

"Time flows, three months have passed. After these three months of unremitting effort, I can finally stab a Mosquito's Wings in the dark with a Fine Needle half a finger long..."

Kashya: "..."

"What Daydream are you talking to yourself about? You've only made this little bit of progress in half a month, and you dare to put on a smug look like you've made great progress in Skill? Hurry up and start!"

"Yes, yes~~, I know~~." I replied in a half-dead, dragging tone, weakly pressing my obliques, and letting out a long yawn before closing my Eyes again, resignedly covering my Eyes with the Black Cloth Scarf.

That's right, the previous sentence was just my own mental fabrication. Now I finally understand that things like "reaching the heavens in a single step," "progressing a thousand miles a day," "mastering divine Skill in a week," and "becoming invincible throughout the world in three years" are all lies. The result of half a month is only being able to catch five Fellglows in a Dark Room the size of an indoor basketball court within a day, and that's in my transformed state.

In the beginning, I foolishly tried hard without transforming, but the progress wasn't significant. Occasionally catching one was just good Luck. One day on a whim, I let Light Snow go in. The result was that after just ten seconds, it came out, proudly raising its Head, holding five half-dead Fellglows in its basin-sized mouth.

Don't you know what it means to overshadow your master? Damn it!

Still unconvinced, I let Xiao Er and the others try it too, and the results were the same. The longest time didn't exceed two minutes. Finally, I let Poison Creeper go. This time it was good. I waited for a long time, but it didn't come out either. I went in to take a look. The five Fellglows were gone, Poison Creeper was asleep, and half a bird feather was still stuck to its mouth...

"..."

Finally, I let Oak Sage go in, and only then did I finally find a bit of psychological balance.

However, this experiment also allowed me to step out of a simple misunderstanding. Damn it, I was completely misled by that Old Drunkard Kashya. Although there's no way to avoid fighting in the dark, the enemy can't stop me from transforming, right? If that's the case, then my Werewolf Transformation isn't cheating.

Undoubtedly, after Werewolf Transformation, all Five Senses were enhanced by more than one Level. My sense of smell could clearly smell the scent of Fellglows, my ears could clearly hear the sound of their Wings vibrating, and even if the Light was completely blocked, my Eyes seemed to be able to vaguely perceive some things. Could this be the legendary Infrared? The Secret Technique for Light Snow and the others to easily catch Fellglows is probably in this. As for Poison Creeper, it originally didn't have Eyes, so whether it's dark or not has absolutely no Influence on it.

After Werewolf Transformation, the next step is easy. First, mess around inside to make all the Fellglows dart around. The first one is the hardest to catch, often taking a long time to catch. The more you catch, the easier the rest become. But even so, I also spent half a month's Effort to reach this Degree.

Now, the Small Dark Room has been changed to the entire Training Ground, and instead, I am blindfolded. Kashya probably put dozens of Fellglows inside. From morning till night, I catch as many as possible.

Don't think the Training difficulty is just the expanded Space and the Quantity increased. Damn it, indoors and outdoors are completely different matters. Because of the Wind flow and other subtle noisy Sounds, my Five Senses were severely interfered with, and my Eyes were completely unable to see. Covered by a specially made Black Cloth, let alone Infrared, even X-ray is useless.

How unfortunate!

What? Just Training? If you think this way, then you are greatly mistaken. Just this kind of Training is not enough to make me let out such a Sorrowful Wail. After all, I also survived nine years of Obligatory and seven years of paid Exam-Oriented Education, so I wouldn't be scared by something of this Degree.

So the things that truly make me complain endlessly, there are three points: First, the current Training. Second: Kashya's Irresponsibility. Third: Cain's nagging.

What do the latter two points mean? I'll explain it to you now. Irresponsible, just as the literal explanation says. In the past, Kashya's Method of action often had traces to follow. Soldiers familiar with her could easily find her in the Training Camp. But now, this fellow doesn't know what she's doing. Every morning she throws me into the Training Ground after giving instructions, and only returns in the evening. Although she says she has "important matters" recently, I think her most important Matter is Inn. Therefore, I can responsibly judge she must have hidden somewhere to Drink Alcohol.

Unable to find Kashya in the Training Ground, the Soldiers naturally put their Target on me, this unlucky Elder who is running around in the Training Ground blindfolded. And so one day Soldier Alpha ran over: "Lord Fan, this is bad. A large group of Fallen has appeared ten kilometers northwest of the West Gate, moving towards Rogue. Lady Kashya instructed that if she wasn't here, it could be handed over to Lord Fan for full authority to handle. What do you think..."

Alright, I know that Old Drunkard's purpose now. Hmph hmph, don't let me see you tomorrow.

And so, after getting a good start, those Soldiers were also too lazy to leave me, this scapegoat who squats in the Training Ground every day, unused, and went all over the Training Camp to look for the elusive Kashya: "Lord, a large group of Quill Rats has appeared on the Plains outside xx Village, severely affected the Villagers' Herding..." "Lord, xx Zombies appeared in xx Forest, five Hunters have already been injured..."

Are you the NPC Old Village Chief from the Novice Village?

"Lord, the Bow and Arrows in the Soldier Supply Depot are almost insufficient. What do you think..."

"Bastard, go find Akara for me! What the hell do Bow and Arrows have to do with me?!"

In my Anger and Helplessness, I couldn't help but feel a trace of Sorrow. It's laughable to say, not because I felt Sorrowful myself, but towards Kashya, the Instigator. Even a small Druid like me also feels that dealing with these trivial little Monsters is simply using a cannon to shoot a Mosquito. What about Kashya, who is a Level 78 Amazon? She's been doing this for decades.

Putting aside the Old Drunkard's Idea, another Matter that bothers me but cannot Refuse comes from Cain and Akara. Remember back in Lut Gholein, when I was dealing with the old fox Aegis at the Gambling Shop? When buying Books, I once thought whether I should try to bring out some rough Papermaking Techniques that I know and let Cain and Akara research them? With their Ability, I believe it won't take long before Paper can be popularized. When I told them this Idea, Akara was shocked, and Cain was happy. These two old fellows, after learning the Method from me, surprisingly didn't eat or Drink Alcohol for two days and two nights, stubbornly finalized the entire process. Until now, I can still clearly Recall the Appearance of Cain holding the Paper with tears streaming down his face when the first sheet of cheap rough Paper took shape under everyone's Gaze.

It's not that I don't understand the Importance of Paper for an Era. Able to be called the Four Great Inventions along with Printing Technique, Compass, and gunpowder, it definitely has a huge driving effect. But I cannot understand Cain's Mood. Even knowing its Importance, but as someone who came from that world where I tore up Books and folded them into paper airplanes after graduation, I truly cannot empathize with their excitement.

Hey, didn't I say I couldn't empathize? Why do you keep coming to bother me every few days? Go away, go away. Of course, these words can only be said in my Heart. As for Cain, I still respect him from the bottom of my Heart. But now this Old Man has completely become a treasure. As long as the Paper makes a little progress, for example, becoming a little whiter, a little tougher, a little softer, he will drag me to see the finished product as if asking for Merit. Please, I've seen Paper ten times better than this, just spare me.

I still underestimated Akara's emphasis on this. When the researched finished product could be officially put into use, to facilitate transportation, she set up a Paper Mill next to a small river near the Misty Forest. Then to prevent attacks from Monsters and Forest Demon Beasts, she seriously transferred Adventurers in groups of two from Harrogath. Each group rotates every two months. For High-Level Adventurers, this is completely a good thing like public-funded travel and returning home in glory. Naturally, they were happy to agree.

But they quickly discovered this wasn't entirely an easy job. Don't forget there's also the middle-aged old virgin Kashya in Rogue who's been pent up for decades. Seeing that some decent Experts finally arrived, how could she let them go? Although these two gentlemen are Experts from Harrogath, who is Kashya? Once reached Harrogath in Act II, even a super Expert with the Strength to reach the Third World. Even if both of them went together, they were suppressed by Kashya and complained endlessly. This is the Gap between Strength and Experience.

What made me even more speechless was that this old bastard Cain surprisingly suggested sculpting a Bronze Statue of me in front of the Paper Mill. He even thought of the words to be carved under the Stone Statue. "God brought Light to the World, He spread Knowledge throughout the World. Let us remember him, the creator of Papermaking Technique - Wu Fan."

I say, I'm not dead yet, I still want to live for a few more years. You don't need to curse me like this, right? In private, I secretly told Cain that if it absolutely must be done this way, sculpt the Bronze Statue to be more handsome, with a more Dominant posture. It doesn't matter if it looks like me, the important thing is the Image.

The sound of a Gentle Breeze, the sound of sand and dust rubbing, the sound of airflow caused by flapping Wings. In this Space, countless subtle Sounds converge into tiny streams, then I capture them with my ears, searching for the Sound I need. However, a slight sound of Footsteps disrupted everything. I let out a light sigh, untied the blindfold, and simultaneously canceled Werewolf Transformation. Looking at the cage next to me, there were three Fellglows Restless inside, struggling. This is the Result of my hard work for half a day. How unfortunate.

Then, I raised my Head, casting my Gaze towards the Training Ground. The Corner of my mouth couldn't help but curve into an arc—a Soldier's Figure was running towards me in the distance. If it were before, I definitely wouldn't be able to distinguish the Footsteps from afar among these many subtle Sounds. Training really is a little useful after all, isn't it?

"Lord, signs of Fallen and Quill Rats appearing have been found in the Small Grove six kilometers directly in front of the North Gate. Quantity unknown." This Rogue Soldier was panting heavily, but still clearly making his Report to me.

"Understood. You've worked hard. Go down and Rest for a bit."

I beckoned to Light Snow , who had been dozing not far away, and flipped onto its back and leaped on, under the Soldier's Awe-filled Gaze. "Old fellow, let's Depart." With my command, Light Snow 's lazy Gaze instantly became sharp. Its slender Body suddenly tensed like a Bowstring. The next moment, its Body was like an arrow released from a bowstring, quickly turned into a black dot under the Soldier's Dumbfounded Gaze.

Whoosh whoosh-- The gentle Gentle Breeze also turned into a fierce airflow, rushing towards me. Even the surrounding scenery became blurred. Amidst the screaming Sounds of countless Students, Light Snow was like a Storm, fiercely swept through the entire North District Training Camp. Among these countless blurred scenes, a familiar scene in the Corner, however, Attracted my attention. I couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh?", circled widely with Light Snow , and quietly approached. Guess who I saw?

Crypt Level 4...

"Damn it, it seems God is still on our side."

The enormous Pressure coming from opposite the Door was suffocating, making Doug's forehead stream with Cold Sweat. But instead of being surprised, he was happy. This terrifying Aura, who else could it be besides Andariel?

Since deciding to take a gamble, what they worried about was no longer whether they could win, but whether Andariel had been preempted by others. You know, strike while the iron is hot, then decline, then exhaust. If they came up empty this time, it would be very difficult to regain the current Presence next time.

"Doug, Gus, tell me, are you afraid?" After Resting, Lars stared intently at the Door filled with Evil Aura. The sharpness and Killing Intent in his Gaze could greatly surprise people who were used to his usual cheerful Appearance.

"Go ask in Harrogath, which Barbarian is afraid of Death? It's Big Brother you, and Sister-in-law Shali, and Sarah, aren't you afraid of not being able to return?" Doug laughed heartily.

"Heh heh." Lars gave a faint smile. "In the past, I would definitely be afraid. No, perhaps I'm still afraid now. But, it's precisely because I'm afraid that I must win!"

"I follow Big Brother. If we live, we live together. If we die, we die together." Gus only said one sentence.

"Very good, as expected, you are my Brother." Lars let out a long laugh, stepped forward, and firmly and forcefully pushed open that Hell Gate.

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