"Wake up~!"
"Wake up~!"
Caelan heard ethereal calls, and his consciousness gradually cleared.
But it was dark all around, and he couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, he remembered that he was taking a nap, and his reserved milk tea delivery should be arriving soon.
The next moment, several ugly Goblins surrounded him, stabbing at him with their weapons.
"Ah~!"
Caelan suddenly opened his eyes, startled awake from the nightmare.
There were no Goblins, no blood.
There was only the blue sky, white clouds drifting with the wind, and the sound of trickling water nearby.
A gentle breeze caressed his cheek, cool and refreshing.
"Is it already dawn?"
Caelan yawned, raising his right hand to shield his forehead, adjusting to the outside light.
His head ached a little, and Caelan couldn't help but shake his head with his eyes closed.
Getting up from the dilapidated room, Caelan tidied his clothes and walked to the nearby river to wash his face.
Looking at his reflection in the water, Caelan fell into a daze.
Being chased by Goblins, Summoning Goblins—everything that happened yesterday wasn't a dream.
He finally managed to run to this place called Gruer Town, only to be stopped by a Guard.
After some explanation, the Town's Guard treated Caelan as a traveler in distress.
A Guard, seeing Caelan injured, led him to the church in the center of the Town.
There was an Old Priest in the church who could cast healing magic.
However, it required payment of one silver coin.
Caelan certainly had no money.
But he had obtained a cloth bag from the Goblins.
Opening the cloth bag and rummaging through it, he found that besides two damaged silver coins and a beast's tooth, there was only a pile of useless miscellaneous items inside.
Caelan was initially glad he had looted a corpse, but when he took out the silver coins, the Old Priest's words stunned him.
"The silver coin is too severely damaged; this silver coin is only worth 30 copper plates!"
Normally, 1 silver coin equals 100 copper plates!
Caelan didn't know if what the Old Priest said was true or false, but the silver coin was indeed somewhat damaged.
When Caelan took out the second damaged silver coin, the Old Priest still shook his head.
"Together, the two are only worth 80 copper plates!"
The Old Priest sighed and eventually accepted the two damaged silver coins.
But he had one condition: Caelan had to return the remaining 20 copper coins once he had money.
Subsequently, the Old Priest cast healing magic on Caelan's left hand.
This was the first time Caelan had seen magic in nineteen years.
The Old Priest's staff emitted a soft glow, and the arrow wound on his forearm and the wound on his left hand also glowed.
Within a few seconds, the wound no longer caused pain.
"It's done; I can only do this much. If you want your severed finger to grow back, you'll need to go to Valkam City and find a High Priest for healing!"
The Old Priest's words made Caelan pause, and then he realized that while his arrow wound and the bite wound on his left hand had indeed healed, his bitten-off thumb was still bare!
The thumb plays a very important role.
Without a thumb, he couldn't even hold things steadily; his left hand was half-useless.
However, Caelan could only accept it.
Losing a finger was better than losing his life!
Afterward, he talked with the Old Priest for a long time, learning some basic knowledge about this world.
Caelan was currently on the Angomelos Continent.
Humans, demi-humans, dwarves, elves, and a large number of monsters lived on the Continent.
Among them, Nigar Kingdom, Aureber Republic, and Roland Empire were the three countries established by humans, constantly resisting the invasion of monsters.
Gruer Town was part of the territory of the Nigar Kingdom.
Valkam City, mentioned by the Old Priest, was located north of Gruer Town, about thirty kilometers apart.
Valkam was the largest city on the southern border of the Nigar Kingdom.
Within the city, there were not only High Priests but also numerous Professionals and mentors of various Professions.
On the Angomelos Continent, humans had six training paths.
These were Warrior, Knight, Mage, Hunter, Priest, and Thief.
The way for humans to become stronger was to choose one of these as a Profession.
Professional skills could be taught and imparted by mentors by paying a certain amount of money!
Once they had a Profession, they could choose to join the army, becoming soldiers of the country to resist monster attacks.
They could also be recruited by various families or merchant guilds to become Guards.
Or join a Mercenary Corps and take on commissions to earn money.
Alternatively, they could continuously train and become stronger, obtain a mentor certificate, and teach new recruits in any city within the country's territory.
Gruer Town had only over two thousand people, and there were no resources nearby, leading to a lower standard of living.
Most people in the Town were ordinary folks, so there were no Professional mentors present.
The Old Priest himself had left Gruer Town in the past, achieved nothing, and chose to return in his old age.
Towards the end of their conversation, Caelan's stomach rumbled.
The Old Priest gave Caelan a black bread and water, and also provided him with the location of the slum, then let Caelan leave!
Slum!
As the name suggested, it was a place where a group of people who couldn't even guarantee food and warmth lived.
Most people here had escaped from villages that had been attacked by monsters.
They were homeless, or had disabilities, and could only barely survive in the Town's slum.
Caelan's only two damaged silver coins had been used to pay for treatment, so he was currently penniless, and the slum was his best option.
There, finding a dilapidated house to sleep in for a night was better than sleeping on the streets.
After all, it was only early summer, and the nights were still cold.
Caelan had been on the run, and was indeed hungry and exhausted.
Although the black bread was hard and didn't taste good, he still ate it in a few bites and washed it down with water.
After his stomach was slightly filled, Caelan walked towards the slum indicated by the Old Priest.
It was already dark, and there were few people on the road.
But the dilapidated, potentially collapsing houses in the slum were still easy to identify.
Caelan walked all the way to the slum, seeing many people, as ragged as himself, huddled in old houses.
These people also saw Caelan, but when they realized Caelan wasn't much better off than them, they stopped paying attention.
Caelan searched around and found a place with only walls but no roof to lie down.
He was too tired and soon fell into a deep sleep.
....
"It's been a day; is my delivery still outside?" Caelan squatted by the river, remembering the milk tea he had ordered before he transmigrated.
"Ah~, I really want another cup of Mixue Ice Cream & Tea!"
Caelan groaned, dragging his hungry body towards the center of the Town.
The Old Priest had said yesterday that the beast's tooth in his hand should be able to be exchanged for some copper coins from a merchant, and Caelan now planned to go to the market to check.