Hearing Amy's praise, Meg's expression suddenly turned serious. He calmly sheathed his sword and nodded. "It was just a small test."
"But Father, isn't that a sword?" Amy asked, puzzled.
"Yes, it's just a metaphor." Mag cleared his throat upon seeing this. He was rather surprised by the speed and power of this sword strike. Mag Alex had practiced this sword strike countless times in the past, and his body had already memorized the angle from which the sword strike should be unleashed, as well as the strength and speed with which it should be unleashed.
Meg had originally planned to run to the balcony every night to secretly practice the sword so that he could learn the sword techniques in his mind as soon as possible, but now it seemed that he didn't need to work so hard.
What he needed to do was to adapt to the speed of the sword technique as soon as possible and let his mind catch up with the sword. This way, he would be able to perform the sword technique to the extreme with his current physical fitness.
At this level, he should be invincible among those of the same level. If he was lucky, he might even be able to kill someone above his level.
In conclusion, there was no need to level up.
"It seems that the right way to level up is to cook well, earn money well, and get the strength points from the system and buy new strength points." Meg thought to himself. This was good too. If he had to run the restaurant during the day and practice the sword at night, it would be too tiring and he wouldn't have time to accompany Amy.
"Father, where did you put your sword just now?" Amy asked curiously as she looked at the shiny silver sword in Meg's hand.
"Up in the sky." Meg pointed up. It had indeed fallen from above.
"Wow, really? Father, that sword technique was so powerful. Amy wants to learn! "Amy's eyes lit up as she looked at Meg expectantly.
"Amy wants to learn the sword?" Meg suddenly stopped and looked at Amy with some hesitation.
Meg Alex was the continent's number one knight in the past, and his sword technique was naturally number one as well. However, Amy was now learning magic, and she was also a long-range and melee fighter. If she also learned the sword from him, it seemed that she would have to learn too many things. She was still young, so she couldn't not have some time to play.
"That's right!" Amy nodded seriously and looked at the long sword in Meg's hand with sparkling eyes. "I want to be like Father and be able to cut down the small tree in one go. That way, if anyone dares to bully Father in the future, I'll cut them down."
When Meg saw Amy's expectant expression, a smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll teach you when we get back. But you'll only practice for a while every day, and you're not allowed to tell anyone after you've practiced."
"Not even Master Half-beard or Master Julian?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, even Big Sister Mia can't do it. Now is the time to tell our little secret. When Amy's learning gets better, we'll suddenly tell them. They'll definitely be very surprised." Meg nodded seriously. Giving his daughter more self-defense skills was probably something that every father wanted to do. Only when he was strong enough would he not have to worry about his daughter being bullied outside.
As for bullying others? Amy wasn't that kind of child.
In any case, it was better than being bullied. This was a selfish thought that Meg had as a father.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind." Amy nodded seriously.
"Good girl." Meg stroked Amy's hair with a smile. He looked at Ugly Duckling, which was resting its chin on Amy's leg after running around tiredly. He opened the bag and took out a cup of water for the two little ones to drink. Then, he hung the cup on his waist and put Ugly Duckling directly into the small bag. Only its little head poked out of the bag.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling looked around curiously before finding a comfortable position to lie down in.
"Meg is tired too. I want to carry her," Amy also said to Meg with her arms open.
"Alright, come on up." Meg squatted down with a smile. It was the first time the two little ones went out of the city, and they were tired from chasing a butterfly.
Amy jumped onto Meg's back and wrapped her arms around Meg's neck. She shouted happily, "Let's go!"
"Let's go!" Amy stood up with her longsword and strode quickly toward Stranglethorn Vale. The little one was only a little over 20 kilograms, so carrying her on his back was not heavy at all. Listening to her chirping in his ear, he felt more and more energetic.
Stranglethorn Vale was about five kilometers away from the city gate, and a road about two meters wide had been created by the passing mercenaries. The road had been washed away by the rain, and there were many large footprints of different depths. They were even larger than those of elephants, and should have been left behind by trolls.
Occasionally, a mercenary on horseback would pass by, and they couldn't help but turn around to take a few glances. It was really rare to see someone carrying a little loli on his back on a mission. However, Meg was carrying a longsword this time, so he didn't receive a lot of disdain.
About half an hour later, a large valley appeared in Meg's sight. Two towering mountains were adjacent to each other, forming a valley. The closer one got to the mouth of the valley, the steeper the stone walls became. The mouth of the valley formed a spectacular sight, and there was only a three-meter-wide passage through it.
Furthermore, the stone walls were covered with black thorns that were as thick as an arm and covered with black barbs. They stretched as far as the eye could see, draping the two mountains with a layer of black clothing.
The mouth of the valley was like the gaping mouth of a ferocious beast, and the mercenaries who continuously walked into the valley were like lambs that had been put into a household, trying to snatch some grass from the tiger's mouth.
Mag identified the western slope, and walked toward it with Amy on his back. Most of the mercenaries went straight into the valley, or climbed up the eastern slope, where there were more opportunities. The western slope had mostly been dug up a few years ago, and half of it had been burned down by a fire a few years ago. The thorny bushes had mostly been burned away, and even the magic beasts didn't like to come here, so no one would go there.
Meg chose this place because of its safety. Whether or not he could find a Fire Chicken, he was still quite relaxed. At worst, he would just change the location. It was still early anyway.
"Father, I'll get down and walk on my own. It's too tiring for you to carry me. We still have to catch a fighting chicken later," Amy said with some distress as she lay on Meg's shoulder.
"It's not tiring. Amy is so light. Even if I carry you all the time, it's not tiring at all." Meg said with a smile. Although the big thorns had been burned, new thorns were growing on the fertile black soil. The thorns that were as long as a thumb still had sharp barbs, so Meg didn't feel at ease letting Amy walk on her own.
The long sword in his hand opened the way, and all the thorns that blocked the way were cut down one by one. The advantage of a sharp weapon was very obvious at this time. Meg easily climbed up the mountain with Amy on his back.
Although they were very vigilant along the way, they didn't see a single beast until they reached the hot spring halfway up the mountain, let alone a level one magical beast, a Fire Chicken.
There was a small flat area halfway up the mountain, and the hot spring was there. It was a small hot spring about two meters in diameter and about half a meter deep. There was a circle of stones around the hot spring. It was unknown whether they were natural or man-made, but it looked like a bath.
The back half of the hot spring was almost as tall as a person and three meters long. The surface of the stone was burned black, and it was a testimony to the great fire that year.
The temperature here was indeed a dozen degrees higher than the surrounding area. The ground felt a little hot when they stepped on it, as if there was a volcano underground.
Dense water vapor rose from the hot spring, and the humid warm air hit their faces. Meg, who had climbed all the way up the mountain, felt refreshed and wanted to go in and take a bath.
"Wow, a bubbling hot spring. Father, I want to play in the water!" Amy, who was on Meg's back, shouted happily with her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Okay, but be careful. I'll test the temperature first." Meg nodded with a smile and put Amy down. They didn't even see a bird along the way, let alone a Fire Chicken. It wasn't easy to climb up the mountain, so no matter what, they should soak their feet before going down the mountain.
Meg stretched out his hand to the hot spring, intending to test whether the temperature was suitable for soaking his feet. Although the hot spring was good, it couldn't be soaked casually.
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