Both of them almost choked from the sudden history essay jumpscare.
The 'French' girl recovered first, watching Cecil cough for a few seconds.
"All of us are waiting for Velhana here to comple—"
He stopped coughing and dragged his bowl closer.
"What even are you two doing?"
Lydie and Aron blurted out at the same time. Only Lydie looked a bit affected by the accidental sync.
Their eating speed was rattling the table earlier, and distracting them a bit.
"mngnom—"
The white haired girl was probably saying sorry, but the spaghetti looked like a bigger priority. Figuratively and literally.
"This was not what I had in mind when I ordered Chicken and rice for us, C."
Aron said impassively as Cecil pinched his throat and pulled outwards, like it would expand his gullet or something.
The 'French' girl finally swallowed the last swirl of spaghetti, and triumphantly glared at Cecil.
Now, Cecil swallowed the last gulp of the paste, fully relaxed.
"There's a single spaghetti on your face."
Cecil said after finishing his.
He was not saying spaghetto in real life.
Dishonorable little shit.
She had even paused when Aron and Lydie interrupted them!
"So, what were you two doing, exactly?"
Aron and Lydie spoke in unison.
Is Aron doing that on purpose?
Lydie thought.
"What do you mean?"
Cecil was not clueless.
"I have to write an essay for all 400 of us, so I just ate quickly."
Aron just knew that was not what Cecil wanted to say.
He just couldn't prove it.
"I always eat fast."
The 'French' girl muttered as Lydie passed her a tissue paper from her inventory.
Every hundreth level gives a common reward to all binders.
At 100, Daily Quest, Quest Shop and the ability to make your status window visible to others is unlocked.
At 200, Weekly quest, Mystery box and Inventory is unlocked
At 300, the shop gets upgraded and the global chat is unlocked.
There are more rewards, but a non binder like Cecil was not told of them. A waste of time.
Cecil went back to writing his essay on his phone.
"Hey, Aron, what dungeon you say we rent on wednesday?"
Lydie tried to pep up as the 'French' girl began sulking.
She had barely eaten half a pancake.
"I was planning on taking Cecil with us this time, Orland's on leave, so that makes us still be 6 and not get paired with randos."
Aron also began eating his chicken, normally.
Lydie didn't really care about Cecil joining. Orland was an Alchemist, so he was not really doing a lot.
"Pourquoi lui, putain ? I get the need to fill half the slots for exclusive dungeon access, but Cecil is Level 1! We go to D-rank, Silver Simulation Breaches! The monsters there are all above 100!"
The concern was not only because of the strength difference.
You don't get Experience points if your enemy is a hundred levels above or below you.
This prevents high level binders dry a breach world and low level binders from going to places they shouldn't be.
Every Breach has multiple small and optional dungeons, and a Big dungeon that contains the Breach Core, or the objective of the Breach expedition.
"I'll get to atleast Level 50 by Wednesday."
All three of them shot strange glances at Cecil.
"I have a plan."
No one wanted to believe Cecil, but Aron's instinct approved and Lydie didn't mind, so the 'French' girl backed off too.
[New Quest Unlocked]
[Prove them wrong]
[
You will granted a personal Breach tonight, prove them wrong.
Reward- Animated Rose Gold chunk doubled
Death is highly possible.
]
Yeah. That's the plan. Cecil almost snapped, but the system notification made him calm down.
[You will be automatically teleported in 10 hours]
Cecil checked the time.
2:58 PM
He set a schedule immediately.
Gym With Aron: 7 to 9
Rest: 9 to 10
Alchemy Extra class: 10 to 11
Prep: 11 to 1
Then Breach.
He was now planning to go upgrade his Daggers first, after all, he had no plans of stopping at level 10.
Well, unless he dies.
Death didn't cross his mind.
He had initially not cared a whole lot about becoming strong, but now...
... He was going to prove them wrong.
———
"Sanguine Steel, Igvul and Tungsten. Wierd combination, kid, you want me to make you a weapon?"
The Weaponsmith asked Cecil.
Cecil was at a pretty high profile Smithry, and the place looked the part. High ceilings, clean, white floors and walls. If not for the anvil and hammer symbols outside, one would not even know this was a Smithry.
The receptionist had went off to get a weaponsmith, and this stocky old man, who Cecil could swear had appeared out of nowhere, began checking his stuff.
"This Sanguine steel has no pink shades, high purity, color looks uniform, must be pretty old."
The old man held the reddish ingot close to his eye, running a finger along the smooth surface.
"This Igvul chunk has well devloped bristles, probably buried for a couple o' centuries."
His other hand squeezed the chunk of the black metal, ignoring the white metallic needles poking out of it.
"And good ol' Wolfers"
The cube of Tungsten looked out of place.
"I am here to upgrade my daggers."
Cecil was dazed for a sec.
"...'gers'? You got more than one, boy?"
"Yeah."
His hand moved to his back and three daggers were out, held like playing cards.
"Oh. Hohohoh. Looks like someone forgot MAG. Hope you've got the trick to these three."
What.
"Trick?"
"you haven't? Damn kid, you should'ave."
"Why don't you just tell me the trick?"
"Kids these days don' use a whole lotta their brain, do they?"
That's probably a no.
The receptionist was back, and was followed by another man, wearing a square, metallic face mask. Both of them froze on the spot after seeing the man with Cecil.
"G'day, Chief."
The newcomer blacksmith managed to speak first.
Chief?
"Aye, good to see that some people remember me."
He didn't look at Cecil, but Cecil felt a pair of eyes on him, and another on his plain sleeves.
"Get my good for nothing apperentice, tell him to get this kid's daggers upgraded by night."
The chief looked at Cecil once more.
"Y'know what? Get 'em delivered to the dorms too."
The receptionist regained composure too.
"Right away, chief."
"Good."
The chief walked away, leaving Cecil wondering if all this is a fever dream and a trail of speculations in his wake.