The two of them quickly returned to the inn.
Søren bought a clay pot, a pound of pork, and a pound of beans.
He had promised to make some delicious food for Vivian, but it wasn't convenient to do so in the wild, so he decided to make it up to her by making her something to eat at night. There were a lot of people gathered outside the inn. Some of them were residents of the town who wanted to see if there were any cheap goods, and some were local hunters who wanted to sell their furs to them at a cheaper price so that they didn't have to go to the city to sell their furs. There were also some people who came to watch, mainly to see the ankhegs on the carriages.
"It's really an ankheg!"
"Looks like they killed at least three of them. These people are really strong!"
There were militiamen and children in the crowd. For these people who lived in the outskirts of the town, they didn't know much about the legendary monsters, but ankhegs were one of the most dangerous creatures they knew.
"Let's go in."
Søren glanced at the others and was about to go in and rest.
However, when a slightly skinny but well-built figure appeared, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks. The guard captain also stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at the man who just appeared. The other party was not very old, probably in his twenties. His face was quite handsome, and the outline of his face seemed to have been carved by a knife. His eyes were very spirited and sharp, and his eyebrows were straight like swords. This kind of appearance gave people a very strong impression, not to mention his restrained but sharp aura.
"A Sword Saint?"
Soran glanced at the opponent's weapon with a playful expression on his face. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect this town to be so full of hidden talents."
"There's actually an advanced Sword Saint living here."
Sword Saint.
It wasn't a name for a person's strength.
It was a profession that extended from the warrior class. The word 'Saint' represented a pursuit and belief in many places, such as the Paladins, Holy Fist Guards, and Clerics. Sword Saint was a high-level profession that advanced from the warrior class. The requirements to become a Sword Saint were more stringent, and it was also a profession that gave up on using armor. If one wasn't talented, they would need to reach Grade 3 before they could successfully become a Sword Saint. Sword Saints did not have a specific weapon, but they usually used a straight blade. This kind of weapon was still called a sword by many.
They were good at finding the enemy's fatal weakness, and at the same time, they knew how to maximize their own strength. The 'Qi Raising Slash' ability was gradually passed down to the ordinary warriors by the Sword Saints.
Many Sword Saints had received the training methods of Weapon Masters. They even learned the meditation (meditation) of Wushu Monks.
The Sword Saint observed the caravan for a while before a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
He quickly left the crowd and walked towards the back of the town.
The Sword Saint was a profession that liked to find people to spar with. They hoped to hone their skills through battle. If they were active in the Beastmen's territory, the Blade Sword Saint would like to find foreign experts to challenge.
"Vivian."
"You go in first. I'll be back soon."
Søren's curiosity was piqued. He quietly followed the man outside, but he didn't follow him too closely.
The sky gradually darkened.
The Sword Saint did not go back. Instead, he went directly to a big tree.
He stabbed the straight blade on his back into the ground, then sat cross-legged behind the blade. He didn't have exaggerated muscles, but his sharp arms held the sword hilt. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed.
He sat there for half a day.
Søren's figure was very hazy in the shadows. He seriously looked at the Sword Saint in the distance with a serious expression.
The Sword Saint did not sit on the ground.
In fact.
From the beginning until now, the Sword Saint's body was about one centimeter above the ground. His entire weight was supported by his arms. His hands were holding the sword hilt from the beginning, and his whole body weight was also placed on the sword hilt. His breathing did not change much from the beginning to the end. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had entered meditation.
However, Søren was very sure of one thing.
Once he was within twenty meters of the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint would be able to detect him in an instant.
Most Sword Saints were grade 3 or higher.
In other words, the Sword Saint's profession level was probably 10 or higher. If such a person were to fight, Søren's chances of winning were less than thirty percent.
So he quietly retreated without disturbing the Sword Saint who was training.
The Sword Saint was the most powerful profession for Warriors. The second most powerful profession was the Weapon Master, and the third most powerful was the Berserker.
Because Sword Saints did not wear any armor, it was very easy for them to fall.
Especially in the future, during the Age of Chaos, Sword Saints would easily become the main target in large-scale battles. So Søren had not met many Legendary Sword Saints. The Legendary Sword Saint's' Weakness Insight 'could even find the weakest point in the defensive force field (energy) cast by Spellcasters.
Professionals did not always go out adventuring.
If they felt tired, or if their ability reached the critical point of a breakthrough, they would find a quiet place to try to advance.
Some special professions would even return to the place where they were trained.
"Looks like I have to find time to start training."
In a small town, there were so many professionals, which undoubtedly increased the pressure on Søren.
He did not have such a strong feeling before.
But now he found that these natives were not simple!
Even if there was a mysterious stream of data in his mind, if he did not work hard, he might not be able to surpass these natives in the future and face the Gods in the coming Avatar Crisis.
"Phew!"
Søren silently put his hand on the curved sword and said to himself, "No wonder the Gods killed by the players were less than one-tenth of the natives in the story."
"This gap is not something that can be made up with data!"
The Gods fell.
In the past, there were less than two digits of Divinity among the players, but there were hundreds of natives in the story who obtained Divinity.
It was not just the difference in profession level!
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Søren went back to the hotel and began to prepare dinner.
The caravan guards were busy with their own things, and the mysterious hostess did not show up for two days. Wizards rarely dealt with ordinary people, so no one felt strange.
Vivian was learning to read in the room, and the little girl had almost finished learning the common language.
She did not ask where Søren went.
When Søren came back, she moved a small stool and sat next to him. Søren was cutting the pork he bought into pieces, and then poured the beans into a clay pot. Then he took the clay pot to the hotel kitchen, carefully sealed the pot, and covered it with the ashes of the burned firewood. Then he clapped his hands and said, "Let's eat something first."
"It should be cooked when it gets dark."
This was a relatively simple food, and it tasted good. Søren used to make it himself when he was free.
The only requirement was patience.
Because it was stewed, it took about three hours.
Night fell.
The caravan guards were drinking and chatting in front of the hotel. Occasionally, some of them would go out and fight. Some merchants gathered together to count their goods. Today, they bought some furs in the town, and they should be able to make some money by shipping them to the next city. Søren sat at the back and played with his curved sword. However, he did not use his right hand, but his left.
[Dual-wielding].
This was a very difficult ability to train, and it might take a long time to learn.
You either have to spend some ability points to learn it, or you have to train hard. However, Søren already had the ability [Nimble Left Hand], so it was much easier for him to learn [Dual-wielding].
No one knew who started the commotion, but someone urged Soran to go down and play as well.
Soran happened to have such an idea, but he used his left hand when he made the move.
It was a young man from the North.
The guard captain was also eager to test Søren's skills, but he gave up when he saw that Søren was using his left hand.
However, his expression was quite strange, because it was rare to see people using dual weapons.
This required a lot of skill!
Currently, the best creatures using dual weapons were the Elves. Only those with long lifespans had the time to practice this skill.
Vivian stood on the table that was taller than her and watched.
Because she was too short.
In the empty arena, Søren walked around with a serious expression. Holding the curved sword in a reverse grip affected his performance, but it was a good way to train the agility of his left hand.
Even though he was using his left hand, he was still not at a disadvantage. He even looked like he was testing his moves on his opponent.
The little girl stood on the table and watched very seriously. She held a table knife in her small white hand. She watched the fight on the arena and even used the table knife to make a few moves. She frowned and thought from time to time.
Her appearance was a bit out of place, but her expression was very serious!
Gradually.
When she made a few moves, there were even some similarities.
No one noticed the little girl in the corner. They were all focused on the fight on the arena. Søren's dodging skills amazed many people, especially his footwork and the difficult movements he made when he dodged the attacks. It was impossible for an ordinary person to do something like this without specialized flexibility training.
On the second floor of the inn.
The mysterious mistress of the merchant group appeared out of nowhere. She glanced at Søren who was fighting on the arena and quickly lost interest. However, when her gaze landed on Vivian in the corner, her face lit up. She looked surprised, interested, and amused.
The little girl stood on the table and made some gestures.
Then, she put down the table knife and mumbled to herself, "It doesn't seem that difficult!"
"Big brother isn't fighting seriously at all."
"If he had used the move that allowed him to run horizontally on the wall, he would have killed that guy with one slash."
"It's just a few moves over and over."
"Big brother's opponent isn't even as good as that guy during the day!"
The little girl pursed her lips and sneakily glanced at the others. Then, she quietly picked up the wine pot with both hands and poured herself a cup of ale. (Because she's too weak)
"Mmm."
Vivian took a sip and smacked her lips. "It tastes weird," she mumbled to herself.
"Why do they like this?"
The little girl took a few more sips out of curiosity. Soon, a blush appeared on her pretty face.
"Mmm."
"Why do I feel a bit dizzy?"
Vivian's petite body started to sway.
When Søren came back from the arena, the little girl was already drunk. Her cheeks were red, and she hurriedly hid the cup behind her back.
Søren noticed that she was secretly drinking!
When he saw the drunk Vivian in front of him, his face instantly darkened.
Slap!
A slap on her butt.
Søren directly put her in his arms and threw her to the room on the second floor to sleep.
The night was cold.
Soran went to the kitchen to take a look at the pot, then covered it with the ashes of the charcoal fire. He then lit an oil lamp, took it to the room on the second floor, took out a book from his multi-dimensional bag, and started reading silently. Occasionally, his eyes fell on Vivian who was sleeping soundly. Her cheeks were still a bit red from the alcohol. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You're quite brave!"
He reached out and pinched Vivian's little nose. The little girl felt uncomfortable and waved her little hand. Then, she turned over and fell asleep.
She was really drunk.
Although she only drank a small cup of ale.
The night was getting darker.
Søren put away the book, blew out the oil lamp, and went to sleep. The little girl drowsily leaned over and naturally reached out to hug his arm. Then, she smacked her lips and muttered a few words in her sleep.
The night passed just like that.
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